"Shhh

The old man was obviously the leader of these head-lowering divisions.

After listening to his words, several head-lowering artists gasped at the same time.

They are all among the best in their own country, so they are qualified to practice with this legendary-level being.

But the old man in front of him actually said that there was a warlock in Huaxia who was even more powerful than the rest of them combined!

They were shocked!

"Who will ......?"

Several head-lowering artists looked at the old man at a loss.

The old man's face was cold, he paced a few steps, and said slowly: "Huaxia wizard." Those who have cultivated this kind can only be counted in one hand. "

"Among them, the means are so ruthless, the shot is a must-kill Gu magic powerhouse, there is only one person! It is the lord of the southern frontier of China, the witch god of China!"

Hearing this, several head-lowering artists couldn't sit still, and said one after another: "Teacher, since that's the case, let's leave quickly." "

"yes!"

……

"Let's go?"

The old man shook his head lightly: "You guys underestimate him too much, his level of Gu art." has reached the peak, and it is not something that ordinary people can match. "

"Since he can travel thousands of miles without our birth information, and wipe out the head descending master who gave Chen Qianqian a Gu, he can also follow this person. Lock our location, we can't run away. "

"If I'm not mistaken, he's already on his way, and it won't be long before he finds us. "

"However, you don't have to be afraid, although I haven't fought with him, but I still know a little about him, this person is not my opponent, he came just in time, I will kill him and avenge my disciple. "

After listening to the old man's words, several head-lowering techniques finally put their minds at ease.

They had no doubt that the old man was false.

Because, the old man is a legendary head descending master in Thailand, and so far, there are only a few people who can control the existence of "flying head down"!

After all......

The horror of flying heads, they have all heard of it.

Those who can control this path can almost be called: demigods!

"Yes, there is a master, a Huaxia wizard, there is no need to be afraid at all!"

"Hmph, they're here just in time. Aren't the sorcerers of Huaxia often saying that our head descending master is a branch of their Huaxia evolution? This time, when our master kills their Huaxia witch gods, I want to see how arrogant they are!"

"Yes! Huaxia witchcraft has long since declined! The wizards of Huaxia have been complacent, and they have no value of existence! One day, they will have to come to our Thailand to learn from our head masters, and call us masters, hahaha!!"

……

Several head-lowering divisions were incomparably inflated.

The voice fell.

The door opened.

"How many minor cultivators are also qualified to evaluate my Huaxia witchcraft?"

"Fox (ymn) bark!"

"Deserve to die!"

Whoosh!

A few black shadows broke through the sky.

Just now, the people who shouted the most fiercely, a bloody hole appeared in their necks at the same time.

With a thud, he fell to the ground and died with a whimper!

This terrifying scene frightened the other head lowerers.

"You're finally here. "

There was a deep meaning in the old man's eyes.

As soon as the words fell, at the door, Zheng Baichuan's figure appeared.

Chen Ran followed.

However, at this moment, he was more like a disciple accompanying Zheng Baichuan, and he was not noticeable, and even the old man did not look at him.

At this moment, in the eyes of the old man, there is only Zheng Baichuan alone!

"Hahaha. Meng Zhao, these disciples of yours, they are not sensible, they spray feces at the exit, I slaughtered a few for you, don't you mind?"

Zheng Baichuan's tone was extremely strong.

It was so hard that several other head-lowering masters except for the old man dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak.

Meng Zhao, as Thailand's top head lowering technique, is naturally well known by Zheng Baichuan.

On the way, Zheng Baichuan thought that the caster might be related to Meng Zhao.

However, he didn't expect that Meng Zhao himself was also here.

That's a little tricky.

"Is he in trouble?"

At this time, Chen Ran spoke.

"No more. "

Zheng Baichuan hurriedly shook his head and said in a low voice: "Although I don't know much about him, I believe that with my level of witchcraft, it is not difficult to defeat him, just watch." "

Zheng Baichuan had just returned to Chen Ran, and he clearly felt that Chen Ran was still a little bitter about him.

So. I was eager to show Chen Ran my skills.

On the one hand, it is to win Chen Ran's favor.

On the other hand, it is to show his value.

As long as he has value for Chen Ran, Chen Ran will not kill him.

Chen Ran nodded and watched from the wall. Let Zheng Baichuan make a move.

When Meng Zhao heard Zheng Baichuan's words, he smiled hoarsely.

At the same time, with amazing momentum, he approached in the direction of Zheng Baichuan.

"Witch God, you're crazy. "

"Kill my disciple, you must repay it with blood!"

As soon as the words fell, two silver needles flew out of Meng Zhao's hands and inserted them into the eyebrows of several disciples who had been killed.

Fingers twist the silver thread.

A few silver needles were pulled out.

Not only brought out a few wisps of blood.

A few cyan souls were also pulled out!

"You have trained your disciple to be a resentful spirit?"

Seeing this, Zheng Baichuan's eyelids jumped slightly.

This evil method also comes from Chinese witchcraft.

Several of his disciples. It would have been possible to be reincarnated.

However, if you are trained into a resentful spirit by Meng Zhao, in addition to the soul flying and annihilation, you will only have eternal life and no transcendence!

Zheng Baichuan didn't expect that Meng Zhao would be so ruthless to his disciples in order to deal with him.

"A dead person is just a piece of flesh in human form, so what does it matter if the soul returns or not?"

"Only you Chinese people will care about this. "

Meng Zhao said gloomily. With a wave of his hand.

A few silver needles took the cyan resentful spirit and rushed in the direction of Zheng Baichuan.

"Slash!!"

Zheng Baichuan had an extra pitch-black short knife in his hand and slashed hard.