"Boy, I said before that the reason why I have been able to live until now is because I have seen through four words: Mingzhe protects himself.

If you don't stand up for that kid surnamed Han during the day, or if you are willing to put down your dignity and let Qian Qianqian beat you or cut off a hand and foot, you may still be able to save your life. It's not the old man who killed you today, it's yourself. ”

Hearing this, Zhao An's trembling legs and rapid breathing were inexplicably quiet, and the fear that seemed to be helpless just now disappeared.

"Mingzhe protects himself?" Zhao An suddenly smiled, obviously the other party was a cultivator of the Yudan stage whose cultivation was much higher than him, but his gaze was like looking at an ant.

"That's a nice thing to say... But in my opinion, it is nothing more than a grievance and a humiliation! If my friend and I were to be beaten and cut off to survive, then I might as well die in the day!"

"You've lived so long, have you ever lived happily once?"

The face of the monk of the Dan period suddenly became extremely ugly, but then he laughed again, and said, "So what? At least the old man will live hundreds of years longer than you, and when I become a Yuan Infant and my cultivation will rise greatly, I will naturally have time to get it back after owing me before!"

While speaking, a strong killing intent suddenly burst out from the body of the monk of the Dan Period, rolling towards Zhao An's annihilation, Zhao An'an was in a hurry and wanted to sacrifice a sword array to resist, but his whole person seemed to be controlled, and he couldn't move at all.

Even the divine consciousness is controlled, and it can't drive the magic weapon at all.

"Could it be that I, Zhao An, really want to die here today!"

In an instant, the huge shadow of death shrouded him, and Zhao An seemed to be an ant, and he could only recognize people as slaughter. And Han Da and Zhou Ze, both of whom fell into each other's illusions, were immersed in their sleep, and did not react to the outside world in the slightest.

The corners of the monk's mouth were raised, revealing a ridiculous expression similar to saying goodbye, and the purple ball of light in his right hand was thrown forward violently, smashing towards Zhao An's body.

"Boy, this Purple Demon Flame is something I have just cultivated and has never used in front of people, and it is your blessing that you can see his power today. ”

The monk laughed wildly, as if he liked the feeling of almost crushing.

Seeing that the purple ball of light was getting closer and closer to Zhao An, just when the purple light was about to completely submerge Zhao An's figure, suddenly the monk of the Dan Stage smiled and his pupils suddenly constricted, staring at Zhao An in front of him, with a trace of doubt on his face.

"It's not the right temperature!"

The monk raised his hands slowly, it was clear that it was early autumn, but he could clearly see the white mist that was spewing out when he breathed, and even his fingertips were a little red and numb from the cold.

What's going on?

Just as the monk was stunned, a cold and somewhat hoarse voice pierced through the air.

"You said before that you never provoke something stronger than you. ”

Who's talking?!

The monk of the Dan period looked at the source of the voice violently, and before he could see the person who spoke, a feeling of emptiness came over him, and he had actually lost contact with the purple demon fire!

The next moment, the originally dazzling purple mangs suddenly dimmed, filled with a thick smell of decay, like thin paper that had been dried for thousands of years, and it would dissipate with a light poke with a finger or even a blow by the wind.

An inaudible "bang" sounded, and Zhao An, who had just been waiting for death with a desperate face, raised an index finger and poked lightly at the magic fire, and the magic fire turned into a pile of ashes and rolled down to the ground with the wind.

"You dare to touch what I fancie. ”

"Zhao An"'s voice is hoarse and old, like an old woman in her last years, every sound that comes into her ears is like a fingernail scratching an iron basin, which is harsh and makes people want to scratch their chests.

What shocked the monk even more was that Zhao An's pupils shrank into a vertical line at some point, sweeping over him like a snake's eyes.

Different from the usual Zhao An's exertion of the power of time, at this time, there were a few wrinkles around Zhao An's eyes, and there was a faint gray light in his pupils.

As soon as he met those eyes, the monk of the Dan stage was cold, and a dead and silent aura suddenly spread, making him tremble uncontrollably.

Under the huge crisis, the monk of the Jie Dan stage quickly pinched a finger in front of his chest with both hands, and then two spiritual lights quickly swept in front of his eyes, and a pair of eyes suddenly emitted a golden light.

The monk of the Yudan period glared at him and looked towards Zhao An.

At that moment, what the monk saw in front of him was not Zhao An himself, but a huge monster with his head held high and roaring in the sky.

"Poof" knelt on the ground.

The monk of the Yudan stage kowtowed desperately, his voice trembling like chaff, and said, "Late, the junior really doesn't know that this little friend is a friend of the senior, and he has no intention of offending ......."

While kowtowing, the monk of the Yudan period clearly felt that the gaze of "Zhao An" fell on him.

Damn it!

The monk of the Yudan period kowtowed and scolded frantically in his heart.

Thinking that he would be cautious all his life and never do things that he was not sure of, he never thought that there would be such a terrifying existence in Zhao An's body!

If he knew that there was such a big demon in the other party's body, he wouldn't take this task if he was killed!

But the matter has come to this point, there is no room for him to regret it, and when he was kowtowing to beg for mercy, suddenly the monk of the Dan period made a move, grabbed the hair hanging from his shoulders with both hands, and his eyes showed a look of surprise.

I saw that the black hair that was still hanging down on his shoulders turned white at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his hands were quickly covered with wrinkles.

"No!"

The monk roared, but the voice he came out was extremely hoarse, not his own voice at all.

It was only a few words, and the monk of the Yudan period seemed to be hundreds of years old.

Seeing this, the monk of the Yudan period kowtowed desperately, begging for mercy, "Please ask the seniors to spare the juniors' lives for the sake of the juniors' innocence, and the juniors swear never to appear in front of this little friend again." ”

"Although he is lowly in cultivation, he has more backbone than you, and he is much more likable. ”

"Zhao An" The hoarse voice sounded, "This body is too weak to bear my appearance for too long, rather than killing you so cheaply, it is better to eat you to nourish it." ”

After speaking, "Zhao An" closed his eyes.

The moment Zhao An closed his eyes, the monk of the Yudan Stage suddenly felt that the speed of his aging stopped, but before he could be happy for too long, a powerful suction force rose out of thin air and sucked his whole person into the air.