"Hehe, there are two more young people, and their strength is not weak! Interesting, really interesting!"

An old man with gray hair, hunched over, with a thin face like a withered face, and a wrinkled face on his face raised a smile and said.

This hoarse voice fell, and the old man didn't seem to care about Lu Chen and the others.

He took the swarthy flask in his hand and took a sip from time to time.

Before the wine in it entered his stomach, the old man then sprayed Murong Yanran's body.

The black mist that erupted from his whole body suddenly swept up and down Murong Yanran's whole body.

The black mist, which was already relatively sparse, became thick again at this time.

While constantly dealing with these black mist, the old man said lightly: "It's been a hundred years, it's been a hundred years...... The years are unforgiving, what happened in the past two days, there are still people who come to this kind of place where birds don't. ”

"Hehe, hey, now it's great, it's great, it's really good! It's almost lonely for nearly a hundred years, it's rare for someone to come and play with me, an old man, and it won't waste the black mist corpse refining method passed down by the ancestors......

Lu Chen was calm on the surface, but he was very anxious in his heart, he really didn't have much time to talk more with this old man.

But at this moment, he has to be false with the other party.

Lu Chen then said coldly: "Senior, I don't know what your purpose is, I hope you can raise your noble hand and let go of my friend." ”

"As long as you take her away, you promise not to disturb your old man in the future, and you can be quiet here. ”

When Lu Chen said this, the power of merit in his body also worked impressively.

Immediately, his spiritual power swept towards the old man's location.

This soul power has the blessing of the power of merit, exuding a fierce momentum.

When this soul power swept in front of the old man, he frowned slightly, and he also mobilized the soul power in his body to meet it.

The old man looked at Lu Chen with a smile at this time and said, "It's a bit interesting, but it's still a milky little hairy head, so he dares to threaten the old man with soul power?"

"Are you too confident, or do you not know what to do? Today, the old man will let you try what is called regret!"

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Resisting the soul power that Lu Chen attacked, an extremely angry look suddenly appeared on this wrinkled old face.

When he exerted his soul power to the extreme, he suddenly found that the soul power displayed by the young man was getting stronger and stronger.

The old man broke out in a cold sweat in an instant, his eyes were full of horror, and he was waiting for Lu Chen with an incredible look.

Although the old man is not a soul cultivator, he has already lived more than two people.

He had already eaten more salt than the young man had ever eaten.

With the cultivation of these years, the soul is not extremely strong, but it is not something that this young man can bully, right?

Immediately after that, in the next moment, the white-haired old man once again frantically pulled out the soul power in his body.

While the old man's soul power was growing wildly, he found that the soul power that attacked him became even more surging.

The strength displayed by this young man seemed to be completely irresistible to him.

The so-called Taoism is myriad, and there is a specialization in art!

The old man thought about it, why should he be so serious with this young man in his soul.

Although this young man's methods are incredible, after all, he is not good at it.

The old man's reaction speed was extremely fast, and he made the next move almost instantly.

The old man was experienced, and he quickly withdrew the soul power in his body with strange techniques, and the dark black wine jug covered with strange runes in his hand suddenly shook.

As an invisible force spreads out, it immediately transforms into a black mist and envelops itself.

The power emitted by this black mist actually unloaded more than half of Lu Chen's soul power.

Facing the old man's method, Lu Chen's brows couldn't help frowning slightly, this guy's strength is indeed good.

His weird black mist, what the hell is it, even the soul power can block it.

Until now, Lu Chen had not detected the true strength from the mysterious old man in front of him.

It's just that Lu Chen vaguely felt that the strength of this old man might not be as terrifying as he imagined, but he knew how to hide his own cultivation extremely well.

Let the opponents who are fighting with him have no way to judge his true strength in the first place.

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Although it was different from the head-lowering technique used by the Black Witch Pulse, Lu Chen always felt that it was similar.

At least there is some very good relationship between the two.

In the previous battle between zombies and poisonous corpses, Lu Chen found that there was a consciousness on their bodies, and there was a certain difference in their control techniques.

Then the old man smiled and said, "The kid has some ability! I can only say that you are not very lucky, like yours cultivation is used to refine zombies, and the quality is much better than that of the woman on this stone bed." ”

"Don't think that if you kill some of the zombies I raised outside, you will feel that you are jumping up by yourself, and you will be able to taste the power of the old man!"

As the old man spoke, the flask in his hand slammed into the ground.

The entire stone chamber suddenly trembled, and then from the stone door of the stone chamber, poisonous corpse bee chrysalis continued to pour in.

Lu Chen turned his head slightly and saw that the aura emanating from these poisonous corpses was much stronger than the zombies that had just appeared in the jade coffin.

Out of the corner of Lu Chen's eyes, he glanced at Murong Yanran's location, and the old man seemed to ignore her existence.

In fact, to aggravate Murong Yanran's trauma, it only took the old man's thoughts.

Forcibly saving Murong Yanran now is very likely to cause more damage to her, and she may not even be able to save her whole body.

That kind of result is definitely not what Lu Chen wants to see.

For the sake of today's plan, the only way to convince this old man and let him take the initiative to disarm the refining corpse is the most appropriate way.

It was also at this time that those poisonous corpses quickly approached, carrying a fierce aura, and suddenly came towards Lu Chen's bombardment.

Lu Chen still held Murong Xin'er in his arms, and the cyan long sword in his hand shook, and suddenly burst out with a thousand blue lights.

Wherever the sword passed, there was an unstoppable momentum, and it was accompanied by thunderous sounds that resounded throughout the nine heavens.

Maoshan Technique - Wear the Thunder Sword?!

The old man frowned slightly, he didn't expect that this young man actually knew Maoshan's thunder method.

As early as a hundred years ago, Maoshan art has disappeared.

Maybe it's because I've been trapped in this ghost place for a long time, and the outside world is not clear, and Maoshan's Taoism is still circulating.

The key is that as soon as the young man in front of him makes a move, he is the most profound method in the Maoshan inheritance!

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