"Whose hand is this?" Meng Yi frowned and asked, he always felt that this old man was weird, and his body was gloomy.

And the rickety old man just didn't answer, but just stood at the mouth of the cave and smirked, smiling sadly.

"Old Neurotic!" Meng Yi scolded, unwilling to talk to him, and wanted to leave here in stride.

But when I looked around, there was only one exit to this cave, and that was the one blocked by the rickety old man. Nothing else.

So, Meng Yi jumped into the pool and prepared to let the old man borrow the way.

But the old man stood at the entrance of the cave, steady as a rock, and did not move.

"Borrow it." Meng Yi said.

The old man smiled gloomily, looked at Meng Yi, and said, "The old man said that he would give you creation, and you are leaving?" ”

"What kind of creation, you give it to others, I'm not interested." Meng Yi said lightly.

The old man shook his head and said, "If you come, don't go, you have a special physique, and you won't die if you fall into the poison pool, my young master needs you." ”

"Is the young master of your family a man or a woman?" Meng Yi asked with a frown.

"Male." The old man said quietly.

"Where's your young master?" Meng Yi asked again.

The old man still kept smiling, stretched out his hand, and pointed to the scarlet coffin.

"Is that the severed hand? That's your young master? Meng Yi was surprised.

"That's right."

Meng Yi affirmed that this old man was really a psychopath, and didn't say much to him, since he refused to give way, he simply turned sideways and walked around him.

But Meng Yi was about to go around, and a cane in the old man's hand suddenly moved, blocking Meng Yi's way.

"Hey, you old man, I'm polite to you, don't you have to inch in." Meng Yi said unhappily.

The old man still kept smiling: "The young master needs you." ”

"I need you to fart, your young master is dead and there is only one hand left, what does it matter to me, I can't save him." Meng Yi said angrily. If it weren't for the fact that he had just woken up and his body had not fully recovered, he would have carried the old man into the coffin.

"No, the young master is not dead." The old man shook his head, affirmatively.

"!" There's only one hand left, and it's not dead yet?

Meng Yi lazily said more to him, stretched out his hand to grab the crutch, and immediately tried to leave the old man away with brute force.

But after he tried it, he found that the old man was as steady as a rock, and he couldn't push or pull it away at all.

The cane is like a branch growing on a tree! It's solid.

"This old man is not simple!"

Meng Yi immediately knew that this old man had some means, and immediately, he simply used the "Mixed Yuan Bone Shrinking Method" to shrink his body several times in an instant, and then took the opportunity to slip out of the old man's side and hurriedly ran outside.

"Huh?"

Meng Yi left, and the rickety old man's eyes showed a look of even more surprise. Immediately turned around, grabbed his hand in the void, and a big black hand condensed, grabbing Meng Yi's feet.

Let Meng Yi not be able to walk.

Meng Yi looked down and saw that the big black hand was very similar to the method used by the city lord of Silver Moon City, except that the hand grabbed by the city lord of Silver Moon was golden, and the hand that the old man grabbed was black.

"What do you want to do, old ghost?" Meng Yi was furious, but he couldn't resist, after all, his body was too weak and he hadn't fully recovered. It is impossible to smash this big black hand with the "Arhat Phase" like yesterday.

"The old man said, if you come, don't leave, the old man will give you a creation." The rickety old man spoke lightly and kept repeating this sentence.

"Creation of your sister, what creation?" Meng Yi was angry and scolded directly.

The rickety old man said lightly: "The old man wants to use your blood to irrigate the young master's arm, so that the young master can be feathered and reborn." ”

"!" Meng Yi's eyes widened, and he immediately understood that the so-called creation of the rickety old man was to sacrifice him and regenerate the arm in the coffin!

"Come on, your constitution is very strange, what race is it?" The old man asked.

Meng Yi struggled hard, but his body was too weak, and he couldn't use the power of Qi Qi at this moment, even if he forced it, he wouldn't be able to last long.

So, he was dragged by the old man and dragged into the cave.

Then, Meng Yi was taken to the coffin by the old man, and the black hand always grabbed Meng Yi's feet, so that he could not move.

The old man began to pick up the armored soldiers, kill them one by one, bleed, and irrigate the snow-white hand in the coffin.

Strange to say, the hand that looked like an ice sculpture craved breast milk like a hungry baby after encountering blood. The bright red blood was immediately absorbed by it.

Immediately, the old man threw the dried corpse into any of the four pools!

But the corpse was immediately divided and disappeared without a trace.

Meng Yi was shocked inexplicably, and a monstrous wave surged in his heart, the water in the four pools seemed to be clear, how could it have such a corrupting power, it was even stronger than sulfuric acid? The corpse was dropped, and it was only a few seconds before it was nowhere to be seen.

"Didn't you say that you were the emissary sent by the Snow Clan to Silvermoon City to recruit outer disciples this time? Why do you want to kill these people, do you know that these people belong to Silvermoon City? Meng Yi asked in a cold voice.

The rickety old man smiled gloomily and said, "Of course the old man knows, but what does it matter. Originally, the purpose of the old man's visit was also for this purpose. ”

"What? You came to Silvermoon City just to kill people? Meng Yi was cold.

The rickety old man said strangely: "Don't you feel strange? Giggle...... Tianji Mountain Villa has never accepted outer disciples, don't you know? This year, the purpose of recruiting outer disciples is just to let my young master be reborn. ”

"The young master practiced the "Feather Sutra" and went crazy, and his body was divided into six pieces, so the six elders each held one piece, and searched for different bloodlines in various places to irrigate it. Legend has it that collecting the blood of thousands of people can make the young master feather reborn. ”

This rickety old man didn't hide it at all, and said to Meng Yi one by one, as if in his opinion, Meng Yi was already a dead man, so it was not impossible to tell some secrets to the dead.

After Meng Yi heard this, he said: "It turns out that the so-called Snow Clan, the number one clan in Selangor, is actually an evil sect, and the so-called "Feather Sutra" turns out to be the Demon Sutra of Murder. ”

The rickety old man didn't tell the difference, he still kept smiling, and the movements of his hands did not stop, and one by one the soldiers were killed by him, and all the blood was sacrificed to that arm.

By the time all twenty-five soldiers had been killed and the blood had been released, the hazy feeling on the outer skin of that arm had become a little thicker.

The rickety old man glanced at it, shook his head and said, "Not enough, not enough, these people are too weak, and the blood of more than twenty people has only had such a small effect." It seems that only by waiting for the trial of the Sealed Demon Valley to select the two best young people and use their blood is the most suitable. ”

After that, he looked at Meng Yi again and said, "Boy, you have a strange physique, maybe your blood will have a miraculous effect on the young master." ”

After speaking, his dry hands suddenly grabbed Meng Yi's neck!

Meng Yi's eyes were convex, his feet were struggling desperately, and he couldn't break free of the big black hand...... Qiqi, you won't help me again...... I can't give you back your Neidan. ”

Qi Qi, who was squatting in the porch of his ear, suddenly stood up when he heard this......