The temperature in the air dropped suddenly, and the old Lin Xiaolin in the left and right cells was all spread on the ground, looking at this side with blank eyes. Seeing that the head of the plane was about to retreat to the door of the prison cell, Yang Zhen's pupils suddenly shrank, and one flashed in, grabbed the other party's collar and dragged him back.

The face of the head of the plane became pale and bloodless, and his legs were weak and he knelt down on the spot:

"Big big brother, I, I ......"

However, Yang Zhen didn't look at him, his eyes were fixed on the direction of the door, and then there was a loud "bang", the prison door flew open, and an old man in a white-haired kimono walked in with an expressionless face.

Zhang's retainer, Ouchi Shengmi.

The head of the plane and Lao Lin Xiaolin were all stupid: how did this person appear? And the prison gate was cast in steel, why did he kick it open with a light kick?

"You're here. Yang Zhen's voice was calm.

"I'm coming. ”

"I knew you were coming. ”

"But I don't think I should have come. ”

The head of the plane is even more stupid, these two people ask and answer, and the answers are like streams, how do you feel a strong cologne?

Yang Zhen stared coldly at the old man in front of him, and the faint light in the depths of his pupils was uncertain: this was an old man in his seventies, but except for a white hair, the years had hardly left any traces on his face, his face was as hard as a glacier, and the light of his eyes seemed to have thrown torches into the ancient well, but what was reflected was a ghost fire!

The opponent did not hide his aura, and the sword aura like a spear and spear scattered fiercely. Although he was just standing there, and his posture was nothing special, Yang Zhen had an illusion in front of him, as if he had a sword in his throat.

The head of the plane, Lao Lin Xiaolin couldn't help but shrink a little: Why did you suddenly feel so cold?

Yang Zhen also felt a biting chill, which was somewhat similar to but different from the feeling that Zhang Jiahao gave him at the beginning. said that it was similar because they all had a ghost spirit, and it was different because even Zhang Jiahao couldn't give him such a heavy coercion.

Taken together, it can only explain two problems: the old man is the Zhang family, and his cultivation is definitely above Zhang Jiahao. And since he appeared, then ......

"You killed Wu Sheng?" asked Yang Zhen.

Ouchi Sheng saw that he was silent for a while, lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking, and after a while, he raised Sen Sen's gaze again, and spit out words like ice:

"Yes. ”

"So this is a planting?"

"Not bad. ”

Really!

Yang Zhen took a breath, and at this moment he confirmed all his guesses:

First, this bureau was planted by the Zhang family, because except for the cultivators, no one can make perjury so perfect.

Second, the old man's purpose is very simple - to kill people, and then pretend to commit suicide in fear of crime, so he is convicted of being a murderer.

Third, Zhang Kang is not not taking revenge, but waiting for the opportunity, his hatred cannot be washed away with death and blood, and he wants to ruin himself.

At the same time, Yang Zhen also understood the subtext of the old man:

He shouldn't have come because he didn't deserve to fight.

"I originally thought that the person who could defeat the young master would have at least the realm of Qi Refining Triple Realm. Ouchi said lightly.

Yang Zhen said: "You seem to be very disappointed. ”

Ouchi Sheng sighed when he saw it, his eyes were desolate and lonely, as if he was not alone at all, as if it was a helpless thing to appear here.

"If I had known your realm, I wouldn't have come in person. ”

"But you're already here. Yang Zhen said.

"Yes, I'm here. ”

"Looks like I'm going to die. ”

"That's what I'm here for. ”

The head of the plane and Lao Lin Xiaolin looked at each other, and they both saw three words in each other's eyes:

"It's fine. ”

But in the next second, they were stupid: countless points of light emerged from the void, gathered in the old man's hands, and condensed into a long knife with ancient and solemn eyes, the sword light was cold, and it was as cold as ice.

"Well, is this a magic movie?" "The head of the plane shook gently as if it had been played with by a broken puppet, "I, how did I get into your set...... There's a bento collar tonight~"

Yang Zhen stared at the long knife in the other party's hand: "There are outsiders here." ”

Ouchi said, "I know. ”

Yang Zhen said: "You're not afraid of them leaking secrets?"

Ouchi Morimi shook his head slightly: "They never will." ”

Before his words fell, three phantoms flew out screaming from the nose of the plane, Lao Lin and Xiao Lin's bodies, threw in the ancient knives, and slowly fell down with the three bodies.

"It's a real bento~"

This was the last thought of the head of the plane before he died.

The soul enters the blade, the ancient knife seems to have a full meal, the knife intent is more abundant, the blade is shining, and the small characters at the blade are faintly revealing red light, weird and fierce.

Yang Zhen was stunned: "Why do you want to kill these prisoners and guards? They are just ordinary people." ”

Ouchi Morimi actually smiled softly, and his smile was indescribably contemptuous.

"Is there any law in this world that says that cultivators can't do anything to ordinary people?"

Yang Zhen was speechless - indeed no, human beings don't even know the existence of cultivators, how can they legislate? But even Zhang Jiahao, when he thought he was an ordinary person, he couldn't bear to do it himself, he always thought that this was the rule of the cultivation world.

"That kid is too rigid, that's why he loses. Ouchi Sheng said lightly, "The meaning of the existence of rules is to break them, what are we cultivating against the heavens and enduring many heavenly tribulations? Isn't it just to master power? Everything in this world is short-lived, only power is eternal." When you have power, you have power and power. Imagine that when you hold the supreme power in the world, you can transcend all rules, you can decide life and death with a single word, and you don't even enjoy it, and you are willing to give it up, don't you think it's ridiculous?"

He paused, and sighed softly: "It's a pity that for thousands of years, no one in the cultivation realm has seen through this, but stubbornly insisted that immortals are different, thinking that they are superior and disdainful of mortals, but I didn't expect everyone to be in the same world, you ignore others, but people stabbed you in the chest in the back......"

"That's ......"

"Of course! If this weren't the case, how could we, who had absolute power in the first place, be defeated by mere mortals? Now we can only hide in the shadows, and survive in secret!" Ouchi said with hatred.

"But we're different!" he looked up, "we're not going to follow the rules!"

"So, you only practice forbidden arts?" Yang Zhen asked softly. He now finally understood where Zhang Jiahao's forbidden technique came from.

Ouchi Morimi laughed, cold and majestic:

"Yes, there is no magic in this world that cannot be used, there is no right or wrong power itself, it depends on how you use it, but it is ridiculous that some people are afraid of power, afraid of power, and would rather put it on the shelf. ”

He stared at Yang Zhen with an expressionless face: "I said it, we will never stick to the rules, and we will use any force." ”

"Why?" Yang Zhen asked softly, "for ...... Power?"

Ouchi Morimi nodded, his gaze shot through the iron window of the prison cell into the night sky in the distance: "The old order has long been decayed, we must hold the supreme power and become the first family, only in this way can we integrate the cultivators who are now scattered and lead everyone to reign in this world again!"

"So......" he looked at Yang Zhen again, "all obstacles must be erased." ”

Yang Zhen suddenly felt that his body was sharply flattened and elongated, as if it had changed from a three-dimensional three-dimensional to a two-dimensional plane, extending endlessly until it was endless. The feeling was fleeting, and when everything was back to its original state, he found himself in a Japanese room.

This is a teleportation technique! Yang Zhen had seen Shu Xiaoman use it, but she had to prepare a lot of materials every time she used it, and she often made mistakes in positioning and threw herself into the chimney fireplace, but the old man in front of her did it lightly, and Yang Zhen didn't even see how he cast the spell.

Of course he couldn't see it, because Ouchi Morimi's cultivation realm was two levels higher than him!

In fact, he already possessed the cultivation of the "Triple Qi Refining", and was faintly about to break through the Quadruple.

Although Yang Zhen didn't know how to distinguish the cultivation level now, he knew from the fact that the other party was able to cast the teleportation technique quietly just now, and he definitely didn't have any chance of winning.

Yang Zhen glanced around: the cold moon outside the window is like water, the windows in the house are bright and clean, there is an antique quartz clock hanging on one side of the wall, and the big characters "do not move the original heart" are hung on the other side, there are tatami mats in the corner of the house, the floor is shiny, and even the sandalwood that repells insects is lit.

"This is ......"

"Shingu branch of the Yamaguchi-gumi. ”

Yang Zhen nodded: "This is the new identity you gave me?"

"Your underworld background has been sent to the police station by your family," Ouchi said Morimi, "so you escaped from prison and absconded here after killing the guards, but your identity was revealed and cleansed, and your body will be found here tomorrow." ”

"Understood," Yang Zhen sighed, his eyes blurred, "It turns out that my setting is not to commit suicide in fear of sin." ”

"No," Ouchi said, "is there anything else you want to ask?"

Yang Zhen glanced at the wall clock on the wall, and then looked at the old man in front of him:

"Are you really from the Zhang family?"

Ouchi smiled and said, "You're curious why I'm from RB?"

"Hmm......"

"The reason is very simple, the wife of our Zhang family is the eldest lady of Sumitomo Mitsui Bank. ”

"I see," Yang Zhen nodded, "Don't you mind, I'm just curious, and there is one last question." ”

"Speak. ”

The two were actually a little polite when they asked and answered, not at all like a pair of opponents who were about to face each other in life and death.

"Why do you have to marry Zhang Jiahao to Su Ziqing?" asked Yang Zhen.

This is the root of all the grievances between him and the Zhang family, he has wanted to ask this for a long time, but unfortunately Zhang Jiahao refuses to tell him.

Ouchi Morimi thought about it and seemed to hesitate, but finally spoke: "Because she is the key." ”

"Keys?"

"The key to open the mozuka. ”

"Mozuka?"

"You know the Battle of Zhuolu, right?"

In ancient times, the Yellow Emperor and Chiyou fought in Zhuolu, eighty-one Chiyou brothers, beast body and human language, copper head and iron forehead, eating sand and stones, the Yellow Emperor won nine battles and nine invincibles, Chiyou made the fog for three days and three nights, the Yellow Emperor invited the goddess of heaven and concubine, and finally slashed Chiyou with a sword, and won a complete victory.

"In the battle of Zhuolu, in fact, Chiyou is not dead," Ouchi said Morimi, "He just fell into a long sleep and will eventually wake up." And his sleeping place is Mozuka. ”

"So ......?"

"That's why we have to open the motsuka. ”

Yang Zhen was taken aback, he thought of the power of the mountain ghost that Zhang Jiahao had borrowed.

Mountain ghosts are the lowest level of demons!

Don't......

"Wake yell...... Demons?"

He heard Shu Xiaoman say that the cultivators worked hard and paid an unimaginable price before they finally defeated the gods and demons, once these supreme creatures born with the aura of heaven and earth were awakened, not to mention anything about the king's landing in the world, I am afraid that the first person to be retaliated against is their cultivators, how could the Zhang family be so stupid?

"Wake up Chiyu?" Ouchi smiled contemptuously, "Waiting for his revenge?" to tell you the truth: open the mozuka, not to awaken, but to devour." ”

"Swallow ...... Devouring?"

Yang Zhen was shocked by these two words.

Chi You is a Prince-level existence in the Demon Realm, the Lord of the Nine Lis, eat it? What a crazy idea! Are these people crazy?

"What else do you want to know," Ouchi asked lightly, "As a dying man, I wouldn't mind letting you know a little bit more." ”

Yang Zhen was silent for a long time and smiled:

"It should be gone. ”

He stretched out his hand, and his hand seemed to reach into another plane, disappearing directly into the air from his elbow.

In fact, his hand entered the gray mist world, where his most important thing was placed, and after a while, Yang Zhen's hand reappeared, with an extra katana in his hand.

"Onimaru Kunitsuna?" Ouchi Mori's eyes condensed slightly, and his expression changed for the first time......

Not dignified, but relieved:

"Now I understand why the young master lost to you. But ......"

His gaze turned coldly: "If you want to rely on it to deal with me, I'm afraid it's not enough." ”

He was right!

At the beginning, a large part of the reason why Zhang Jiahao would lose was that he himself was a ghost who died and fused with mountain ghosts, and was just restrained by Yang Zhen's Onimaru Guogang. But the old man in front of him not only cultivated higher than Zhang Jiahao, but also did not fuse evil things - in other words, the bonus effect of the Onimaru National Gang was completely ineffective against him.

Cultivation can't compare to others, and even the advantage of the artifact has been lost, no matter how you look at it, the current situation can only be described as "desperate".

But Yang Zhen had no choice.

He slowly drew his katana:

"Flying Imperial Sword Flow, Yang Zhen, Participate. ”

"Flying Edgeworth?" Ouchi was stunned for a moment, "What kind of genre is this?"

He is well versed in RB Guryu martial arts, whether it is "Chiba of Technique", "Saito of Strength", "Momoi of Position", or the now declining Yagyu Shinyin Ryu, Kagamishin Wise Ryu, Shinto Musan Ryu, Miyamoto Musashi's two-day first-class and even the lost Sasaki Yanryu...... are like a few treasures, but they have never heard of the genre of "Flying Sword".

Yang Zhen glanced at him, his face was calm, and his tone was pale:

"Anime streams. ”