Lao Dao has already pulled out a piece of iron on his body, the reason why he doesn't call it a sword, because it is rusty on it, and the blade of the sword is so blunt that it is difficult to even cut tofu, let alone use it to kill people.

Hu Yinshan looked at the piece of iron contemptuously, looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, and said, "Immortal Master, aren't you joking with me?" However, this joke is a little inappropriate. ”

"That's right, it's just kidding, don't you want to learn my ability to subdue demons and catch monsters, today I will meet friends with martial arts, learn from each other, and don't go too far. Lao Dao said that he was up to the point, but the iron piece in his hand was a sword to seal his throat.

That swordsmanship was extremely clumsy, Hu Yinshan turned his body slightly sideways, and dodged this blow, and said with a gloomy face: "Immortal Master, your sword throat sealing move, it's not like a sparring!"

"Don't worry, can I start without a heavy one?" In the honest voice of the old man, it seemed to be completely harmless to humans and animals, but the attack was even more fierce, and the iron sword that avoided stabbed straight horizontally, this time it was Hu Yinshan's chest point.

Hu Yinshan was angry in his heart, silent, stretched out his fingers, and forcibly grabbed the thin piece of iron full of rust, and slammed his hands to twist the piece of iron into several pieces just for a moment.

But at the moment when he reached out and grabbed the iron piece, the originally hard iron piece turned into a soft red ring snake, crawled up the arm along his fingers, and wrapped the whole arm tightly, the arm could not move, and the aura in the body continued to leak out from the arm.

Hu Yinshan was shocked, and hurriedly stretched out his left hand, wanting to tear off the red ring snake, but at the moment when he was about to touch the snake's body, he suddenly realized that since this snake can be wrapped around his right arm, even if his left hand comes to save him, he will inevitably be entangled by it and unable to get out, and gradually his whole body will be trapped.

So he made a quick decision, pulled out the saber at his waist, and swung the knife down, wanting to cut off the red snake, and at the same time cut off his own arm, but he did not hesitate at all.

The red snake spat out the letter, hissed a few times, and quickly escaped from his arm, but did not leave his body, but came to his back, and continued to absorb the aura in his body.

Lao Dao stood in front of him, smiling, his old face was wrinkled, and said: "Outside Hu Yuan, Lao Dao, I am a first-class master of monster hunting from the sky, can there be some strange objects on my body?"

Hu Yinshan knew at this time that he had fallen for him, and completely despised this little old man with his back on his back, he was not only a great cultivator, but also had an endless stream of strange artifacts on his body, and today he was considered to have touched the mold.

On its back, the red snake kept absorbing the aura, and under its feet, the stinky shoes turned into a three-headed black dog at this moment, staring at the black and shiny fierce eyes, and let out a low barking sound from its mouth, baring its sharp canine teeth, and biting Hu Yinshan's feet fiercely.

Hu Yinshan suddenly panicked, held a saber, and slashed at the dog's head, but after the dog's head was split, instead of bleeding, it healed quickly, as if cutting into a cloud of quicksand, which did not work at all.

"Immortal Master, I have been kind enough to treat you in the past half a month, why do you want to harm me?" Hu Yinshan showed a look of fear on his face, although he was full of spiritual energy in his body, but he couldn't summon the spiritual energy at this moment, but he couldn't summon a little, so he could only let the three dog heads and the red ring snake gradually suck up all the spiritual energy in his body, and his body became weaker and weaker.

Lao Dao showed a trace of anger on his face, and said: "You have killed countless people, and the only pity that I killed you today is that you died too late!"

When Hu Yinshan was dying, he was dying, and muttered: "I thought I could step on the fairy road, but I didn't expect that I would die so easily, I have an empty aura, it's a pity, it's a pity, my Xin'er, wait for me, I'm here to accompany you, but poor Shao'er has no one to take care of." "Xin'er is Mrs. Hu's name.

Lao Dao was afraid of a sudden change, raised his hand, the red snake turned into a bent iron sword, returned to his hand, and stabbed a sword into Hu Yinshan's chest, sighing: "If you take the right path, you will also be a generation of heroes, it's a pity!"

Hu Yinshan struggled in pain, holding the red iron sword, and gradually his body stopped writhing, lying on the ground, completely out of breath.

Lao Dao withdrew the iron sword, inserted it into his waist, looked at the dead corpse on the ground, sighed, closed his eyes, and said something in his mouth, as if he was overspending the sinful undead.

"Immortal Master, who is this for?" a creepy voice came from behind Lao Dao.

Lao Dao was shocked, opened his eyes, and the dead body of Hu Yinshan on the ground was lying quietly at his feet, but when he looked back, another living Hu Yinshan actually appeared behind him!

Hu Yinshan smiled at the corner of his mouth, under the night, his face was indescribably weird, approaching the old way step by step, as if he was a soul seeking his life!

Although Lao Dao didn't believe that there were ghosts in the world, he was still taken aback and said, "You became a ghost so quickly?"

"There's no way, it's too unjust to die. Hu Yinshan approached as he spoke, his face grim and terrifying.

Lao Dao looked down and saw the shadow of the moonlight under his feet, calmed down, and said: "In my opinion, Hu Yuanwai is not a ghost, but a puppet who died." ”

"You're smart, but you're dying, and I don't know if you have a puppet to live in your place. Hu Yinshan said coldly.

"No, I'm not like some puppets, I thought I had lived as an ontology, but in the end I was just a puppet, even the brutality and inhumanity were the same as the ontology!" the old man mocked, not at all afraid of angering the terrifying existence in front of him.

Sure enough, Hu Yinshan was furious, understanding that he was referring to himself, and said angrily: "Stinky Taoist, I think you have lived too long and want to die, right?"

Lao Dao looked at him with fluorescent bodies, smiled slightly, knew that he was the original puppet, and said with a smile: "With such abundant aura, I'm afraid that ordinary executive officers may not be able to beat you! ”

"Okay, I'll leave you down to feed the fish, I'm afraid that big catfish will be hungry for a long time. Hu Yinshan said contemptuously, as if he had the ticket in his hands, and he no longer took Lao Dao in his eyes at all, because judging from the few tricks just now, it was simply a child's trick, and he was confident that Lao Dao was not his opponent.

The catfish under the lake heard that there were human flesh eaten, and there was a trace of sticky-slippery saliva flowing out of the water, and it was so greedy that it was not good, originally because of the advent of the old way in the past half a month, the lake had almost never fed the corpses, and almost all the puppets that failed to refine or were imperfect in Hu Yinshan were thrown into the lake.

But since the old way came, there was no feeding corpses or puppets, resulting in catfish can only eat one cow a day, and the meat is rough, far less delicious than human flesh.

Catfish not only love to eat human flesh, but also especially like to eat women's meat, but unfortunately Hu Yinshan failed to refine Mrs. Hu, as long as the face is a little similar, she is reluctant to throw it into the lake, refining the imperfect Hu peony is also, all buried in the grave of the back mountain, in recent years, the large and small graves have been peaks and peaks.

Occasionally, only the maid who tortured to death or the woman who committed suicide by throwing herself into the lake can make the catfish feast, and the taste is endless.