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A dragon's groan sounded in the highest cavern above the cliff.

In the cave, an old man with white hair and white beard suddenly opened his eyes.

"What's wrong with Senior Brother Deadwood, is your breath so weak?"

"Is it possible...... Failed to rush the level!"

The old man stood up at once, and disappeared into the cave in an instant, and the next moment, he appeared in the depths of the second cave below.

"Ahem......"

In the depths of the cavern, a near-void figure was lying on the ground, coughing.

The top of his head was directly broken in half, as if it had been cut open by a sword.

But the strange thing is that he looks like this, his brains are all outside, but he hasn't died yet, but his breath is weak and he keeps coughing.

"Senior Brother Deadwood, what's wrong with you, someone is attacking you!" the white-haired old man said in surprise.

"Senior brother...... There are thieves who have infiltrated Longshan, built an evil altar in the cave below, and destroyed the corpses of their ancestors!" said the figure named Deadwood, weakly, and raised his hand, pointing downward, trembling.

"What!"

The white-haired old man's figure disappeared again and came to a cave below.

This cave is the cave where Lin Qing fought against the dead wood before, and it is a mess at this time, and the most eye-catching thing is a large pool of blood stains and a pair of white bones in the center.

"Five-grade corpses!"

The white-haired old man was shocked when he saw this pile of corpses.

The aura on it was very familiar to him, and it was all the remains of the ancestors of the Dragon and Tiger Heavenly Master.

These people practiced the exercises of the Dragon and Tiger Heavenly Master Dao before they were born, and even if they were dead at this time, among the corpses, there was still the breath of that exercise, and as the Supreme Elder of the Dragon and Tiger Heavenly Master Dao, he could naturally distinguish it at a glance.

"This blood is ...... The blood pill of the South Asian cult!"

The white-haired old man paused again, looked at the blood on the ground, and almost went crazy.

"Who is it?"

The corpses of many fifth-grade ancestors of the Dragon and Tiger Heavenly Master Dao were all destroyed, and the essence energy inside was stolen.

"Ahem......"

The figure of Deadwood appeared, and he also came.

"I don't have a card to see clearly. ”

"I'm just in retreat, and I'm going to come out to adjust my mood, but I never wanted to know that there are thieves down there. ”

"When I came down, I saw a man who had hidden his breath, building a monastic altar here, trying to steal the essence from the corpses of his ancestors. ”

"The situation was urgent, and I didn't have time to think about it, so I started a fight with him. ”

"Unexpectedly, the other party is also a five-grade, really not under me, and the means are complicated, most of them are evil ways and methods, I have no way of knowing, I didn't notice it for a while, he got it, and a sword was cut on the top of my head, and I was almost killed!"

Deadwood said, coughing again, looking very weak.

"Senior Brother Deadwood, don't talk about it, your soul energy ......"

The white-haired old man spoke, with a hint of compassion.

He also saw that this junior brother was cut to the origin by the sword, and he didn't have long to live.

Now he can still talk to himself, because he still has a five-grade aura on his body, and he has not been killed in the previous battle......

Wait a minute......

The white-haired old man's eyes changed slightly, but his face was silent.

Why does the junior brother still have a five-grade aura unharmed......

According to what he said, when he goes out to calm down, and then fights with people, it must be a life-and-death fight, how can he still keep his hands?

In an instant, the white-haired old man understood something, his face was still sad, and he said, "Senior Brother Deadwood, you sit down, I will use my Taishang scripture to repair your wounds, perhaps...... Be able to extend your life a bit. ”

Deadwood was moved and sat down: "Senior brother, I know that my life is over, but I am not reconciled, that thief entered my Longshan, insulted my ancestors, and fled, I didn't see him being crushed and scattered, I am unwilling!"

Deadwood kept talking, as if he was really dedicated to the Dragon and Tiger Heavenly Master.

The white-haired old man was still a little uncertain when he heard this, so he immediately raised his vigilance, walked to the dead wood step by step, and looked down to check the injury on the top of his head.

The injury is not pretended, it is true that the origin has been cut off, and the soul life is passing little by little, and it cannot be repaired.

The dead wood junior brother in front of him, as long as he has the last period of life, once the last bit of five-grade breath on his body overflows, he will also die, and he will have no skills to return to the sky.

"Unless...... He can find another five products, devour the soul, and use it for him. ”

"But it's an evil way spell, the Dragon and Tiger Heavenly Master can't, besides, in the whole world, every five products is a big person, who would be willing to sacrifice himself?"

The white-haired old man sighed, relaxed his vigilance, and thought that he had misunderstood his junior brother.

But suddenly, his gaze fell on the severed skull of the dead wood.

The skull was cut open, and there was still a hint of the other party's breath in the wound.

It's just that this breath is so familiar to the white-haired old man.

"It's ...... Dragon Tiger Heavenly Master's toast to invite the moon!"

"That's the practice that Uncle Deyue practiced back then, Uncle Deyue is also the family elder of Senior Brother Deadwood......"

"Uncle Deyue's exercises, how can they be on the head of Senior Brother Deadwood. ”

"Is it possible...... Uncle Deyue came back to life and attacked Deadwood......"

"No, that's not right!"

The white-haired old man's mind turned, thinking of the evil altar on the ground, the golden essence in the corpses of the five pins, and the signs that the five pins were dead and their will was not dispersed.

The next moment, he guessed an impossible possibility in his heart!

"Boom...... You still guessed it, senior brother......"

At this time, the dead wood junior brother on the ground finally laughed.

"That thief, that's me!"

After speaking, his last remaining soul aura suddenly exploded, enveloping the white-haired old man in an instant.

The power of the soul was entangled with each other, and the bodies of the two people suddenly froze and did not move, and there were spirits who were constantly arguing and communicating.

"It's really you!

The white-haired old man didn't have much panic, just anger and disappointment.

"Yes, it's me, senior brother, it's me!"

"I can't wait, you and I are deceiving ourselves, the entire Dragon and Tiger Heavenly Master Dao is deceiving ourselves, we can't be promoted anymore, we can only be trapped in the fifth grade!"

"I'm unwilling, I'm very talented, I have studied the secret method of the divine soul, and I have advanced by leaps and bounds, even more powerful than the ancestor back then!"

"But I still want to die, just like you, in Wupin!"

"What a retreat, we're just waiting for death!"

"All the caves on the entire cliff, so many Wupin, have been in retreat for so many years!"

"However, none of them have broken through the sixth grade!"

"Now this piece of heaven and earth can't accommodate the six grades at all, you and I are desperate!"

"Then you can't fall into the evil way!" the white-haired old man said categorically, "You and I are the Dragon and Tiger Heavenly Master, all the ancestors are opening the way, the ancestors can't, you and I can't, and the disciples below can't do it, but there are always people who can!"

"This generation of disciples, isn't there a few heavenly pride, maybe they can enter the sixth grade!"

Deadwood smiled: "Truly...... This generation of the pride of the sky, do you mean the Xuanyuan Lingfeng of my Xuanyuan family?"

"Yes, Ling Feng's talent is higher than yours, he is the most hopeful, on behalf of my Dragon and Tiger Heavenly Master, he will be promoted to the sixth grade!" The white-haired old man was furious, "You, as the elder of his family, Xuanyuan Deadwood, are still so depraved, how can you set an example for your back!"

"Hahaha, hahaha......"

Deadwood laughed and trembled.

"Fool's thoughts, in my life, cultivation is only for myself, and I care about others!"

"I want to be promoted to the sixth grade!"

"Even if it is deviant and contrary to the right path, you must be promoted!"

"So, you steal the corpses of your ancestors, trying to use the evil law to absorb the essence of their corpses and help you forcibly break through?" ”

"You don't try!, how do you know you can't!" Deadwood yelled, "It's because you're so slacking off that you can't achieve anything!"

"Even if there is only a glimmer of life, I have to try! It's just that I hate it, at the last moment, I actually jumped out of a four-grade villain to disrupt the situation, causing me to fall short!"

"Sipin? Did the Sipin Dao Master stop you? and almost killed you?" the white-haired old man was stunned, "Who actually has such a means? and got the inheritance of Uncle Deyue?"

"Who is it, wait until you go to hell, think about it again!" "The dead wood was ruthless, and the spirit kept attacking, "Senior brother, you die, give me the soul, let me live, let me lead the Dragon and Tiger Heavenly Master Dao and enter the six grades!"

The white-haired old man smiled indifferently: "Senior brother, don't do it in vain, you can't devour my soul." ”

"Between you and me, you are still injured, your soul is broken, although you can't hold on now, but soon, your soul will dissipate, and I am still me. ”

"Don't worry, I will suppress such a scandal, saying that you went mad and blew yourself up to death, so as to save your face in Xuanyuan's vein. ”

The long-haired old man stood in place, motionless, his soul also entangled with the dead wood, but it would not hurt him in the slightest.

"What you can think of, I wouldn't think of?"

"Didn't you pin all your hopes on the disciples of this generation?"

"That'...... Let your disciple with the highest hopes send you to the West Heaven!"

The white-haired old man was taken aback: "What did you say?"

"Not yet!" cried Deadwood.

Suddenly, a four-grade figure walked in slowly from outside the cave.