His eyes fell on An Ruoxi's face, who was standing with his hands hanging not far away, his expression was stunned, and then he thought about it suddenly, pointed his finger at the thin Taoist who had approached him, and asked sharply, "You are the corpse demon Tang Junming who fled into the 100,000 mountains of Jedi thirty years ago, and he didn't see anyone alive or dead!?"

The thin Taoist smiled and nodded, his footsteps stopped, his dry fingers gently twisted the two strands of beard, and looked at Wei with interest, "You are the eight-clawed dragon python that failed to cross the tribulation in Huangshan and did not die?"

As soon as these words came out, not only was he slightly surprised, but even the windless Taoist priest who was reaching out to hold An Ruoxi's chest suddenly changed his expression, his grasping five fingers froze, and his eyes were hot when he looked at Weiwei, his throat rolled, and he couldn't help but grunt.

"How do you know?" The slight phoenix eyes narrowed, the expression was cold, the tequila sword above his head shook the nine heavens, constantly trembling, the Dao Dao blue light flashed, and the cold sword qi was painful even if it was more than ten meters apart.

The thin Taoist raised his head and laughed loudly, arrogant and free, and the laughter rumbled, and the sound shook in all directions, like a violent wind whistling by, and even suppressed the sword chant of the tequila.

"If it's really you, the sky has eyes, the sky has eyes, I, Tang Junming, are now coming back, and I will definitely sweep the Central Plains, with your help, don't say that it is those so-called defenders, even those old immortals I can kill them, wonderful, wonderful!" The thin Taoist stroked his palms and laughed, stepped forward, and grabbed his big dry hand towards his chest.

"Kill!" said coldly slightly, the tequila turned into a streamer, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, piercing the eyebrows of the thin Taoist, and before the sword arrived, the murderous aura had already blown Tang Junming's hair upside down.

"Ding!"

The thin Taoist was not afraid, stretched out a finger, and lightly tapped on the tip of the tequila sword, only to hear a sound like a collision of gold and jade, the tequila flew out in a mournful roar, and was deeply inserted into the trunk of an old tree, the branches trembled, and the fallen leaves fell.

"It's a pity, although you didn't die after the catastrophe, but your most important natal dragon ball was lost, and now your strength is not one in ten, and you are not the opponent of the old man," the thin Taoist said and raised his hand to shoot out a black light, which will suppress Weiwei, no matter how Weiwei struggles, he can't rush out.

The withered Taoist sleek's dry palm pinched the slightly delicate neck, lifted the slight head hard, looked down at a pair of eyes full of anger, took a deep breath, and the faint fragrance was refreshing, "Hehe, jasmine fragrance, the old man likes it, you can press the past miracle under your body and ravage it, everything you have to be devoured by the old man, just thinking about it makes me excited inexplicably, how many years, no woman can make the old man feel so excited." ”

"Then you are either impotent or incompetent," Du Kang's voice was weak, struggling to straighten his upper body, and with a slight movement, blood flowed from his chest from the fingers of his palms that were slightly pressed on the wound, but Du Kang was so resolute.

"Huangkou Xiaoer, dare to insult the old man, the old man will refine you into a corpse slave today, but you can rest assured, I will keep your sanity and let you see with your own eyes how this banshee was trained by the old man to become a meat-only man... The greedy and the slaved. ”

The voice of the thin Taoist was gloomy, and he grabbed it under the palm of his dry hand, and he actually inserted it into Du Kang's dantian at once, and the magic power was running, and an invisible suction force involved Du Kang's essence and blood and spirit all poured into his body, and Du Kang watched his body wither, his skin atrophied, and his meridians dried up.

"If you dare to touch Sister Chu's cold hair, even if I am a ghost in Huangquan, I will let your soul fly away, and you will never be able to live forever!" Du Kang gritted his teeth and cursed, grunting blood gushing out of his mouth, and with a pair of hands, he desperately grabbed the "devil's claw" that was inserted into his dantian.

The thin Taoist was unmoved, grinning and letting out a cold smirk, and the palm of his hand was violently thrust in again, and the painful Du Kang snorted, and his body spasmed uncontrollably.

"Little guy, don't say that you want to be refined into a corpse slave by me, even if you go to Huangquan and become a little ghost, what can you do with me?"

"I said why do you have a treasure aura on you, I see. The thin Taoist threw the three-machine that was still stained with Du Kang's blood in his palm twice, raised his leg and kicked Du Kang to the side mercilessly...

Du Kang wanted to drink a rag bag, but he was ruthlessly kicked out by the thin Taoist, fell to the ground, unable to move, a pair of eyes were open and round, and he didn't bat at death, and he looked at Weiwei here, and the life essence slowly dissipated in his body, and finally there was no trace of it.

Slightly suppressed by the thin Taoist in a black light, the mouth can not speak, only a thousand lines of tears, clear tears, mottled blood and tears, Zhen shook his head lightly, she didn't believe that this was true, she didn't believe that Du Kang abandoned her like this, died in front of her, opened his mouth, but was speechless, hoarse was better than silent grief, painful numbness, a pair of small hands were tightly clenched into fists, nails were deeply buckled into the flesh, blood flowed, but he never noticed.

A sneer appeared at the corner of the thin Taoist's mouth, leaned over and grabbed a slight long hair, dragged her, pulled her to Du Kang's side, and threw her heavily on the ground, bang, tears covered with dust, and wanted to pounce on Du Kang slightly, but was grabbed by a powerful thin big hand, with a bang, the cloth was thrown away, the skin was like snow, the blow bomb could be broken, the shoulders were round like jade, and the arc was heart-pounding.

Slowly closing his eyes, tears falling from the corners of his eyes, in the dirty soil, tears covered with dust.

Whew...

A terrible wind sound passed through the forest, like a hundred ghosts walking at night, ghosts crying wolves, even the sky instantly dimmed, clouds were in all directions, dark clouds rolling, the wind roared, the sky was full of rubble, the branches trembled, and the fallen leaves swirled.

"This!" The big hand that had been stretched into Weiwei's chest suddenly stopped, looking up at the tumbling clouds, as if hiding a world-destroying demon god, his face changed drastically, and he was holding a slight hand in his hand, and his toes were on the ground, and the person was like a flying sword, rushing towards the dense forest in the east.

"Giggles... A burst of laughter came from the void, as if it came from the Nine Shadows Yellow Spring, which made people listen to it in their ears and chill their souls.

The thin Taoist who had already rushed into the dense forest suddenly turned around and rushed back, followed closely behind him, his eyes were as black as ink, a finger-thick flesh hole in his chest, piercing back and forth, a dantian in the lower abdomen, the flesh and blood were turned open, and the internal organs had been stirred into a mess of rotten flesh and paste.

At this time, Du Kang's body was shrouded in the turbulent clouds and murderous aura that had been churning before, his eyes were pitch black, and even mysterious magic patterns appeared on the surface of his skin, flashing from time to time with a trace of green and gold light, which was sacred and inviolable, as if he wanted to suppress Du Kang.

"How many years have passed in a hurry, thousands of years are just a big dream, I woke up today, where is the old man? Where is the enemy?" Du Kang floated his feet off the ground, step by step volley, step by step disillusioned, every step fell, Du Kang's body momentum was huge.

Nine steps in the air, when Du Kang walked outside the forest, his momentum was as condensed as an abyss, standing there as if he was the only one in this world, and a bloody light rushed up behind him...