"Foolish lich, don't look at me with your bone-to-bones gaze. I said, I am very wise, and wisdom is engraved in my soul!" Ximu announced loudly in a deafening voice, "I am not at all comparable to a low-level being like you, I am the great Wise Tree Wise, the Source of the Forest, the Immortal Guardian - Yggdrasil Al Hayden Simu!"

"You-"

The old lich man looked at Ximu with a choked expression on his face, and after a few seconds, he lowered his head to inhale, and then looked up at Ximu clenching his fist.

Clench your fist, let it go, let it go, clench it again.

"I beg you. The old man looked at Ximu Dao helplessly, "Can you get out of here quickly?" I have only a few hundred years left to live, and I haven't enjoyed a lot of things, so I really don't have so much time to waste with you." Let's go, I'm tired and want to sleep, okay?"

"Really?" Ximu said coldly, "I guess it's your mind that I completely guessed, and I can't pretend to be able to do it." Don't you think this attitude is too humble to beg me to leave? Under normal circumstances, I begged you to let me go, how could it be the other way around?

Admit it, the kid who got me back was ambushing me at the exit, and you've been trying to flank me back and forth with him. Unfortunately, I have seen through your plot, and all your preparations are useless. I'll kill you here first, clean up the existence that may endanger me in this space prop, and eliminate the possibility of being flanked from front and back. And then go out again, kill that kid, and fix everything!"

The old lich's expression was distorted when he heard the tinwood, his eyes widened, his hands clenched, and his teeth clenched. The body trembled because the muscles were too tense, and the mouth made a strange sound, which sounded a little like laughing and a little like crying.

"Hah, heh......"

"Alright, so be it. Ximu looked at the old man Lich seriously and made a battle gesture, "Your current performance has fully demonstrated what a trickster's face is after being exposed—sad and pitiful. I will not forgive you, as I said, I will kill you and remove all threats. ”

The old lich's eyes continued to stare, his eyeballs were bloodshot, his hands continued to clench, and his blood vessels burst out like earthworms, and his body continued to tremble, without saying a word.

"Pathetic trickster, are you ready?

Tiffin shouted, and took a stride toward the old lich. The arms of the two branches were raised high, and purple light and blue arcs appeared on them, and they were about to be withdrawn.

"Smack!"

Suddenly, there was a sound, and the ground under the feet of the old man of the lich exploded violently, and the old man of the lich rose into the sky and jumped directly into the air more than twenty meters high.

"Poof!"

Large clouds of black gas erupted from the body of the old man of the lich, like ink, staining the air black.

The old man of the lich reached into the thick black gas with one hand and shouted from his mouth, "Dahl!"

As the voice came out, the black qi slammed into the position held by the old man of the lich, quickly condensing into a scythe surrounded by black gas.

The scythe is large, with a handle of two meters long and a blade of more than a meter, which the old lich used to deal with the Inspector Chekaf who infiltrated the mines, and now to use it against tinwood.

The reason why he is so desperate is very simple, he is angry, he is really angry!

"Damkricia Luanca!"

The old man of the lich was in the air, watching Ximu shout, and his emotions were so strong that he couldn't be more intense. It was not a mantra, but an indigenous language of the small village in which he was born.

In this era, almost no one but him can understand the meaning of the words, but everyone can understand the meaning of the words without any obstacles.

After shouting his voice, the old man of the lich fell heavily with his scythe, swung it like lightning, and before Ximu could attack, he slashed at Ximu's body in one step.

"Boom!"

A huge burst of force, the tin wood was unbalanced, and the whole body flew out.

"Lola Hibuck!"

The old lich man was not relieved, and once again shouted out the native language. The black scythe in his hand grew in size, becoming more than three meters long, and the scythe blade reached one and a half meters. With a step on his feet, he caught up with Ximu's flying body, and slashed out again, slashing at Ximu's body.

Ximu suddenly flew higher and fell farther away.

"Ayima!"

The old man shouted for the third time, and the scythe skyrocketed to five meters long, and the scythe reached more than two meters, and it was a little funny to hold it in his hand. But the old man of the lich didn't care so much, he just caught up with Ximu once more and slashed down from above.

Tin Wood waved his arms, and the surface of his body flashed red, trying to block it, but was slashed by the Lich Old Man's scythe and then slammed into the trunk of the tree.

"Boom!"

With a muffled sound, Ximu fell from the sky like a meteorite, directly smashing a large crater on the ground, and did not move for a long time.

"Smack!"

With a bang, the old man of the lich landed next to the big pit, squinting at the tin wood in the pit, dragging a huge scythe more than five meters long in his hand, and gasping for breath. While gasping, his mouth kept popping out of the obscure indigenous language.

"Roppa Pugis ......"

After cursing for about ten seconds, the old man of the lich stopped, his eyes flashed slightly at the tin wood in the big pit, and found that the other party was still motionless.

He's dead?

Impossible.

The old lich man frowned.

In his prediction, the immortal tin wood should be very strong, and he might be caught off guard, but it was impossible to be hacked to death with three sickles. If the other party was so weak, he wouldn't have been worried all the time before.

But now the situation that the other party is showing is not normal.

What went wrong?

The old man was puzzled, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he saw that the cloud of air in front of him was rapidly compressing under the action of an invisible force. After compression, purple energy appeared, wrapped outside, and turned the compressed air balloon into a powerful energy missile, whistling out, crashing towards him.

It's too fast, and it's too close.

The old lich man reluctantly reacted, holding up a shield made of black gas condensed in front of him, and the purple energy missile was already in front of him.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the missile shattered the shield and slammed into the Old Lich, sending it flying like a kite with a broken string.

Flying out of dozens of meters, the old man of the lich fell to the ground heavily, tilted his head, and spit out a mouthful of black blood with a "wow".

After that, his eyes were slightly slanted, and he skimmed to the location of the tin wood, and saw that the tin wood in the big pit was lit up with a pale golden light at this time. The trunk of the tree grew rapidly, originally only about two meters, but now it has skyrocketed to five meters in a few breaths, and it looks like the stone pillars used to support the roof of the palace have come to life.

"Squeak!"

His hands grasped the edge of the pit with his tin wood twigs, and he slowly stood up, his eyes cold as he looked at the old lich. The arc of the tree above his head flashed wildly, as if holding a thunderbolt, like a god descending to earth.

This is the real strength of Ximu.

The old lich man saw it, wiped the black blood marks from the corner of his mouth, exhaled lightly, and muttered, "I knew that things would not be so simple. ”

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