The old man stepped into the air, like walking on the ground, seemingly faltering, but the speed seemed to be slow and fast, one step has already crossed a distance of miles, and then a step, it is already three or four miles away, the speed is getting faster and faster, faster than the flight of the imperial weapon, I don't know how much.

In the blink of an eye, he disappeared from Qin Yang's sight......

Qin Yang's face was like gold paper, he was really frightened, after coming out from behind the trunk, he gathered his breath, chose a opposite direction, and ran away, even the corpse of the monk who was driving the red gourd in the distance did not dare to waste time to touch the corpse......

In less than a stick of incense all the way, Qin Yang's body suddenly stiffened, his cold hair stood up, his hair stood up, and there was a trace of it, but people couldn't help but feel a breath of great fear, and it suddenly descended in silence.

Qin Yang's eyes trembled, and when he looked up, he saw several sword lights flying from the side, and after the sword lights, the old man with a withered body followed closely with an expressionless face.

"Why did these guys get around here!" Qin Yang was a little angry, he was going to be killed by these guys this time.

If you want to escape, you can't escape, the old man is mysterious and unmatched, but he is unreasonable, kills people like hemp, and his methods are cruel, and if he falls into the hands of this old man, he will die very miserably.

Before he had time to think about it, Qin Yang stretched out his hand and rubbed his cheeks, and there was a chaotic sound of bones all over his body, and in the blink of an eye, he changed into the disciple of the Demon Stone Holy Sect who had touched the corpse before.

Then his mind moved, and he shrank under the trunk of the tree and continued to pretend to be dead.

Now I only hope to get away with it, even if there is an accident, I can't let my true face be seen by these disciples of the Demon Stone Holy Sect......

Qin Yang prayed silently, if he escaped this time, he would definitely be a new person......

However, at this moment, several sword lights that flew through the air suddenly shattered, and several monks screamed in horror and fell from mid-air.

When they landed, the monks shrank in place like frightened quails, shivering, despite the pain in their bodies.

The old man paced with a blank face, walked up to one of the monks, and continued to ask in that hoarse and strange voice: "Do you know who the old man is?"

The monk was frightened, rolled his eyes, and was about to faint, unable to utter a word.

The old man shook his head, stretched out his left hand, which was as dry as a chicken's claw, and stabbed the monk in the chest bit by bit, turning his torso into a withered, rotting log.

"Since I don't know, what do I want you to do? The old man shook his head and sighed, and continued to walk in front of the other young man: "Do you know who the old man is?"

"Yes......" The young man stiffened, there seemed to be something blocked in his throat, and after squeezing out a word, he couldn't speak anymore, seeing that the old man's hands and claws were getting closer and closer, this guy seemed to have been cleared up, and his potential exploded, and he suddenly screamed: "It's Wu Yu!"

The old man withered his paws, and suddenly there was a hint of something else in his stagnant eyes, and he continued to ask: "Who is Wu Yu?"

"It's the Supreme Elder of the Demon Stone Holy Sect five thousand years ago!" the young monk howled sharply, as if grasping at a life-saving straw, and poured out everything he knew in one go.

"Elder Wu Yu Taishang and I are in the same vein, I have seen the portrait of Elder Taishang, 5,000 years ago, Elder Taishang went out, I don't know why he was seriously injured and returned, and his life was extinct, and soon when he was alive, he entered the depths of the ancestral tomb by himself, in order to find a trace of the truth in the depths of the ancestral tomb with his body, it is said that after only a message was transmitted, there was no news. ”

With that, there was a hint of hope in the young monk's eyes, hoping to escape.

"Poof......

The old man's face was expressionless, and his withered claws slowly pierced into the young monk's chest, and the young monk's eyes were full of astonishment and puzzlement, watching his torso slowly dry up and his vitality disappear, and he asked three words with difficulty: "Why?"

"You know too much. The old man shook his head and sighed, his eyes were misty, his mouth was full of expression, and he muttered to himself: "Impossible, I am not Wu Yu, if I am Wu Yu, why can't I remember, no, no, what am I going to do, who am I, I don't remember......"

After the old man muttered a few words to himself, his eyes returned to dead silence, and he walked towards the other monk with a blank face......

Not far away, Qin Yang's body stiffened, his eyes were also full of surprise and incomprehension, and he had a capital groove in his heart, plus six exclamation points.

This old man is definitely a madman, and he is a madman who is already dead, and he can't communicate with him at all, he knows that he is dead, and he doesn't know that he is dead, but this guy doesn't seem to be killing for the sake of killing, he has his own logic.

For a while, Qin Yang's head was like a fight, and he didn't know how to survive this life and death catastrophe at all.

Escape is definitely not escaped, the old man's breath is strange and restrained, just a trace of seeming nothing, it is enough to suppress one side, the body seems to have pressed a mountain, and it seems to have fallen into the deep sea, all directions are terrifying pressure, and it is difficult to suppress it with a finger.

The old man chattered and went crazy, and asked the disciples of the Demon Stone Holy Sect in turn, and the ending was not surprising......

Answering is death if you don't know, and death is death if you know, and death if you don't answer......

Qin Yang's heart trembled, and he always felt that he had no good luck this time......

Really......

After the old man killed all the disciples of the Demon Stone Holy Sect, he immediately turned around and walked towards Qin Yang's hiding place, his face expressionless, his eyes were dead, and he asked the same question.

"Do you know who the old man is?"

Qin Yang was suppressed and couldn't move, his mind was racing rapidly, and a cold sweat broke out, but he didn't know how to answer in order to follow the will of the dead ghost madman......

After a few breaths, the old man reached out his dry claws and slowly stabbed them at Qin Yang's chest.

Qin Yang's heart was beating like a drum, and the qi and blood around his body were running like a torrent, rushing straight to his brain, and when there was already a faint tingling pain in his chest, Qin Yang's eyes were red, and he opened his mouth to roar.

"I'm dead, you're dead, why do you ask me, ask the living!"

The old man's arm froze, and a trace of confusion flashed in his dead eyes.

At this moment, the true yuan in Qin Yang's body gushed out, and a blood lama flew out of his arms, a strange blood-colored halo escaped, and its interior was densely intertwined, like vessel-like lines, and suddenly squirmed rapidly, turning into the back of a Buddha wearing a high hat.

The murmuring Zen sound, as if it was resounding in the void, poured directly into people's minds, and after the blood-colored brilliance faded, the old man with confused eyes was forced to take three steps back.

Suddenly, the dead qi on the old man's body erupted, rolling like black ink, instantly blocking the blood-colored brilliance, and it seemed to be devastated, and he turned around and rolled upside down.

Qin Yang's body regained control, and immediately took out a sledgehammer with a broken handle, shook his hand and smashed it at the old man's head, and at the same time sacrificed the secret treasure of the pen holder.

The old man's face was expressionless, his eyes were still confused, but as if instinctively, he raised his hand and stretched out a finger, pointing at the severed handle sledgehammer, and in an instant, vigorous and dead breath gushed out, wrapping the broken handle sledgehammer inside.

A little red light floated in the sledgehammer, and a huge scorching breath gushed out, tearing through the dead air, and flew to the side, without any movement.

And the secret treasure of the pen holder, with the old man's finger, immediately flew back upside down.

Qin Yang's face turned green, and his heart trembled, this gap was really too big......

didn't have time to think about it, Qin Yang gritted his teeth, jumped up, and jumped into the pen holder.