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The Jackal King looked at Jiang Zhen with a hint of shock in his eyes.

The sword moves are full of domineering, and even Collard, who succeeded from the giant python, is a little afraid.

The second sword is about to be cut off.

However, the broadsword continued to absorb Jiang Zhen's vitality.

Jiang Zhen didn't care, he was gambling now, betting on whether he could persevere.

The sword moved as he wished, and a sword fell, instantly splitting the water, and Collard dodged quickly, but Jiang Zhen's sword move was too domineering, and a sword made it hurt.

Recite!

Collard let out a painful groan, it was only successfully transformed into a Jiao, it was the weakest time, but now, Jiang Zhen's two swords made it seriously injured.

Whew~

Seeing that Collard was seriously injured, the Jackal King rushed towards Jiang Zhen without hesitation.

The Jackal King was fast, and his eyes were full of cruelty and indifference.

Although Jiang Zhen's momentum was very strong, in Jiang Zhen's movements and steps, the Jackal King felt that Jiang Zhen was tired.

Jiang Zhen was tired, which showed that it was difficult for him to finish using these nine swords.

Brush!

The wolf claw landed on Jiang Zhen's back, and the wound that had been scratched by the Jackal King split open again, and blood oozed out instantly.

Feeling the pain coming from his back, Jiang Zhen turned around and looked at the Jackal King not far away.

Jiang Zhen's eyes were red, and there was a hint of solemnity in the eyes of the Jackal King.

On Jiang Zhen's body, the Jackal King felt a burst of oppression, and even he felt a trace of panic.

The momentum of the desolation that belonged to the primeval period deeply oppressed the Jackal King.

For some reason, the Jackal King didn't dare to go up, and he didn't want to go up.

Knock knock!

Jiang Zhen stepped out, and the Jackal King's heart kept beating.

It was like the steps of death, full of magic.

The broadsword was still diluting Jiang Zhen's vitality, and Jiang Zhen didn't care.

The originally handsome cheeks began to appear old, and the jet-black hair became black and white.

Jiang Zhen felt that the vitality was passing, but the broadsword was still drawn, how could he take it back?

Thundered!

The heavens and the earth changed color, this sword, the thunder fell, and the thunder and fire were combined.

The Jackal King's face changed greatly, and he fled quickly, even if his speed was fast, he was still affected by Jiang Zhen's martial arts.

The Jackal King's originally smooth leather hair was mostly burned under Jiang Zhen's attack, and his eyes looking at Jiang Zhen were also full of fear.

If it weren't for his speed, this blow would have been enough to make it fall.

"Human, you can't kill us, we are people under the command of the Holy Son." The Jackal King looked at Jiang Zhen with a hint of jealousy in his eyes.

It knew that Jiang Zhen would not be afraid of it, but it believed that Jiang Zhen would definitely be afraid of the people behind them.

In the past, the Ice Emperor killed a generation of demon kings in the Black Water Ze Cliff, and in the end, the Holy Son came forward, and the Ice Emperor could only leave, believing that the name of the Holy Son was enough to make Jiang Zhen stop.

Jiang Zhen smiled, and the corners of his mouth flashed with contempt.

Who is the Son?

He didn't know.

Now Jiang Zhen only knew that if he didn't kill them, the one who died must be him.

Jiang Zhen stepped forward several times, and the blood in his body kept boiling, and he felt a sweet smell in his throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Nine Swords Against the Witch!

This is the strongest forbidden technique of the Wu clan, but unfortunately Jiang Zhen now can only cast three swords.

These three swords shocked the Jackal King and Collard, and injured them.

After the blood spurted out, Jiang Zhen felt that his whole body was tired and fell from the air.

Sail!

Jiang Zhen fell heavily to the ground, stirring up a piece of dust, and the Jackal King looked at Jiang Zhen who fell to the ground, opened his bloody mouth, and bit Jiang Zhen's neck.

It wants to kill Jiang Zhen, and only by killing Jiang Zhen can it feel safe.

Sail!

Just as the Jackal King approached Jiang Zhen, the Silent Divine Court Eye between Jiang Zhen's eyebrows suddenly opened, and behind Jiang Zhen, a pitch-black phantom was suspended, and the Jackal King was also bounced out at once.

Jiang Zhen, who was originally in a coma, suddenly stood up and fled frantically.

The Jackal King looked at Jiang Zhen, with a trace of doubt in his eyes, and did not catch up.

At the moment when he approached Jiang Zhen just now, the power that bounced himself out was enough to crush himself.

Looking at the badly injured Collard, the Jackal King also left here.

......

Unbeknownst to everyone, in the puppet palace, a coffin in the middle of the palace suddenly spun, the lid opened, and a blood-red knife hovered above the coffin.

"Welcome to my lord!" As the blood-red knife hovered in the air, a deafening shout rang out from inside the palace.

These voices are puppets, and their voices are full of excitement.

Their master has woken up, and the day is coming when they will conquer the land.

Brush!

Inside the coffin, a young man in a white shirt sat up, then gently stretched out his right hand and grabbed the blood-colored long knife suspended in the air.

The young man's hands were white, and the whiteness seemed to be sickly white.

"How long have I been asleep?" The young man's voice was full of magnetism, looking at the air and muttering.

"Ten thousand years." Suddenly, an ink crow rested on the young man's shoulder and said softly.

The young man looked at the crow on his shoulder, gently stroked the crow's feathers, and greedily inhaled the air.

Ten thousand years later, he was resurrected again, what he had not done before, how could he give up this time?

He apprenticed to the puppet ancestor Luo Yumo and learned the art of the supreme puppet, so that the demon clan would go to the peak again?

Thousands of years have passed, Luo Yumo has fallen, in this world, who else can resist its puppet technique?

"Lord, a few days ago, a witch clan came to the palace." The ink crow stood on Luo Yi's shoulder and said.

"Witches? Didn't that exist in the primeval period? Luo Yi was also a little curious.

He was resurrected, so there are many things that he doesn't understand.

In ancient times, I have never seen the bloodline of the Wu clan, nor have I seen a Wu clan, and it is said that his mentor Luo Yu has no power to inherit the Wu clan, but this is just a legend.

"What is that witch doing here?" Luo Yi was also a little puzzled and asked.

"He wants to know the secrets of the ancient period, maybe he is the only Wu clan in this world, and he wants to know about the extinction of the Wu clan." The crow shook his head, a little puzzled.

Luoyi was silent, looked into the distance, and nodded.

He had just woken up, so he still needed to meditate for a while, and when he recovered, it was time for him to attack the humans.

"You don't need to care about the Wu clan, a Wu clan that has not yet grown up is not to be feared at all." Luo Yi groaned for a moment and said.

After speaking, the lid of the coffin that had been opened was slowly closed, and the ink crow flew out, and the entire hall was silent, as if nothing had happened.

Jiang Zhen was running frantically, his eyes were closed, and the golden light of the Silent Divine Court between his eyebrows flickered, constantly falling.

......

Green Tooth Temple!

Han Yingting was practicing swords, but no matter what, she couldn't calm down today.

The sword stabbed out, but there was a hint of uneasiness in her heart.

But the source of the uneasiness, she didn't know where it came from.

Jiang Zhen has been to Heishui Zeya for almost two months, but a few days ago, none of the people she sent found Jiang Zhen's traces.

She was very irritable, and she was not even in the mood to practice swords.

Jiang Zhen is Jiang Haoyu's child, and it is indeed harsh on Jiang Zhen, but all this is me, Jiang is really good.

Han Yingting put away the frost sword in her hand, and there was a trace of bitterness in her eyes.

"Am I asking too much of him?" Han Yingting began to question.

"Xiaoting, are you still worried about Jiang Zhen?" At this time, a rough voice sounded, and Guan Dahai also followed.

Looking at Guan Dahai, Han Yingting sighed and nodded.

Although Guan Dahai's strength is almost the same as her, Guan Dahai and her father used to be good friends, and she is unwilling to hide Guan Dahai.

"He'll be fine, I can feel a hint of ethereal luck in him." Guan Dahai sighed.

Han Yingting was stunned, and there was a hint of shock in her eyes.

As the Han family in the imperial city, she has a very strong family background, so she naturally knows what luck represents.

The Dongli Dynasty has luck, the Qingya Hall also has luck, and even their Han family has luck, once the qi is exhausted, then this force will decline and slowly disappear.

"I'm going to find him." Han Yingting suddenly stood up and walked towards the Black Water Cliff.

The current Jiang family's luck has been slowly falling, if it continues like this, at most a thousand years, the Jiang family will disappear into the dust of history.

Jiang Zhen has luck, and he may be able to revive the Jiang family.

The Han family and the Jiang family have been friends since ancient times, and she has a close relationship with Jiang Haoyu, how can Jiang Zhen be in a deep crisis?

Guan Dahai looked at Han Yingting who was leaving, sighed, and shook his head.

He knew the relationship between Han Yingting and Jiang Haoyu, and one gave up the position of the head of the Jiang family and fled on the eve of the wedding.

One person is not afraid of gossip, and on the grounds of finding Jiang Haoyu and asking for the reason, he looks for Jiang Haoyu everywhere.

Now, she has found Jiang Haoyu's child, and she has to exercise him.

Guan Dahai was puzzled, he didn't understand why Han Yingting did this.

With Han Yingting's appearance and family background, it is not difficult to find someone who will accompany her for the rest of her life.

Han Yingting's speed was very fast, and in less than two hours, she came to the outside of the Black Water Cliff.

She didn't enter, she had an agreement with the Holy Son of the Demon Clan, she would not easily step into the Black Water Cliff, nor would she easily make enemies with the Demon Clan of the Black Water Cliff.

"Lord Ice Emperor." Suddenly, in the Black Water Cliff, three black-robed people came out, the strength of these three black-robed people was not strong, they were all fifth-level martial artists.

However, they are very good at hiding, so they are in the Black Water Cliff.

"Is there any news about Jiang Zhen?" Han Yingting walked directly into the topic.

"Last night, we found a monk running frantically, we were a little suspicious that it was Jiang Zhengongzi, but his speed was too fast, and we couldn't keep up at all." One of the black-robed monks said.

"In that direction?" Han Yingting's gaze froze and said lightly.

"Northeast." The black-robed monk didn't drag the slightest bit of mud and water.

Brush!

Han Yingting turned into an afterimage and went directly to the northeast.

She knew the topography of the Black Water Cliff and knew who lived in the northeast, so she had to speed up.