As soon as Wu Song's hand reached into his arms, the three Daoists raised their vigilance, and they stepped back cautiously, their eyes full of jealousy, after all, the three of them had a precedent of sneaking up on Wu Song with wind and thunder bombs.

Huang Xin and Qin Ming saw the fear on the faces of these three Daoists, and they didn't dare to relax, and after glancing at each other, they blocked their weapons in front of their chests.

Wu Song's hand was taken out of the placket, and he didn't take out anything to sneak attack people as the three Daoists imagined.

Wu Song opened his palm slightly, and a piece of jade with a little simplicity was held in his palm, the whole body was white, and the back of the jade seemed to be a little convex, with the words "two years of drying, Luo Zhenren" in the book.

That's right, this piece of jade is the fake jade on the Centipede Daoist, and after the Centipede Daoist died, Wu Song always carried it with him.

"Today, I'm going to take a gamble." Wu Song muttered to himself, but the movements in his hand were not slow, he pressed the fake jade against the wound on his left arm, and let his bright red blood stain the jade.

Wu Song actually wanted to demonize himself to fight against these hundreds of officials and soldiers and Qin Ming and Huang Xin.

This is also the main reason why Wu Song has always taken it with him, after all, Wu Song is still a killer in his bones, and since he is a killer, he should always keep himself behind.

Like a greedy demon, this fake jade gradually turned red, and blood continued to seep into this jade, and there seemed to be black gas lingering on it.

Surrounded by everyone, Wu Song held a piece of jade and pressed it on his wound, the jade was demonic, the red light was running, and the scene was extremely weird.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! This long-lost bloodthirsty impulse drilled into Wu Song's mind again, Wu Song himself may not know, but in the eyes of everyone, his eyes were already scarlet, and his eyes showed crazy murderous intent.

The fake jade was also slowly changing, and after a while, the jade had become red, as if it had been fished out of blood water, and it was in Wu Song's hand, beating slightly, as if it was calling for something.

Jiugong County, in the Erxian Mountain, an old Taoist with white hair suddenly opened his eyes, and he took out a piece of jade from his arms, which was exactly the same as the fake jade in Wu Song's hand from the point of view of appearance. The only difference is that it is completely black, and the black seems to be able to absorb people's minds.

"Master, what's wrong, why did you come up with such a thing, is there any news from Senior Brother Wu?" Under the seat of the Taoist, there is also a middle-aged Taoist with long hair and flowing beard, but his voice is very immature, which makes people sound a little awkward.

Among them, the Taoist with white hair is Jiang Zhenren's junior brother, Luo Zhenren, and under him is his disciple, a Qingdao Taoist, nicknamed "Zhuyun Dragon" Gongsun Sheng.

Luo Zhenren didn't answer immediately, he stared at this piece of jade for a while, and then a fierce color flashed in his eyes, he bit his fingertips, and drew a mysterious rune on the black jade, and his fingertips flew, and the rune was completed in a blink of an eye.

"Rong-" Luo Zhenren raised his backhand, and the mysterious spell with blood as the seal disappeared into the black jade, and the surface of the jade returned to its smoothness.

Immediately afterwards, Luo Zhenren shouted again, "Town-"

There seemed to be a flash of light on the surface of the black jade, but after a flash of red light, the slightly trembling jade returned to silence, as if nothing had happened.

Although Luo Zhenren's actions were completed in one go, Gongsun Sheng under the hall was shocked, he understood what his master had just done, and under the sudden change of heart, he couldn't help but have a thought, "Could it be ...... Could it be that his senior brother has already ......?"

After finishing the Dao Fa, Luo Zhenren's sturdy eyes were also a little tired, and it seemed that the Dao Fa just now was very draining.

"Sheng'er, I guess you have already guessed, your senior brother must be gone, I know that the relationship between the two of you was once very good, but such an ending may not be a relief for him." Luo Zhenren looked at Gongsun Sheng under the hall and sighed.

"Master......" Gongsun Sheng heard the words of this coffin, and there was not even the last trace of luck in his heart, his tears couldn't help but flow down, and his clear eyes were as innocent as a teenager in his twenties.

Luo Zhenren wanted to say something more, but his face changed suddenly, and his eyes showed a look of surprise or panic, you know, Luo Zhenren is a Taoist master, and his mind has long been trained by the Taoist mind method to be calm as water, and there are not many things in the world that can disturb his mind.

At this time, he was uncertain, as if something had happened that he did not expect, he settled down, and it took a long time for his face to regain calm.

"Sheng'er, as a teacher, I need you to go down the mountain to find someone, after finding him, you must protect his safety, and at the right time, bring him back to Erxian Mountain to see me."

After thinking for a while, Luo Zhencai said to Gongsun Sheng under his seat.

"Looking for someone?" Gongsun Sheng had to stop his tears first, and asked in surprise, "Who does the master want me to find?" ”

Luo Zhenren handed the piece of black jade in his hand to Gongsun Sheng's hand, and said, "I will pass you a mantra later, and then use this thing in your hand, you can find him, Weishi has just calculated, this person is now in Qingzhou, so you have to hurry up, you will definitely be able to find this person within a month." ”

Gongsun Sheng quietly took the black jade in the master's hand, he held back the sadness in his heart, got up and bowed to Luo Zhenren, "The apprentice will do it immediately, please wait for the good news from the master." ”

"Okay, you're ready to go." Luo Zhenren seemed to be a little tired at this time, and after he finished speaking, he closed his eyes, and at the same time, he threw a jade plaque on the couch.

Gongsun Sheng took the jade plaque, walked out of the door of "Songhexuan", paused for a moment, and left without looking back.

The piece of black jade in his hand just lay quietly without the slightest movement.

"Oh my God, are you playing with me?" Wu Song, who was blocked at the door at the foot of Erlong Mountain in Qingzhou, couldn't help but shout in his heart, "What the hell is going on?" ”

The piece of jade held in Wu Song's right hand had unexpectedly faded its red color and returned to its original white appearance like jade, and even the demonic qi on it had disappeared.

"Damn, second-hand goods are second-hand goods, the quality is not up to par, and the chain will be dropped at the critical moment, I grass." Looking at the fake jade that didn't move like a dead fish, Wu Song couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth in his heart.

He resisted the urge to throw this jade out, and quickly put it back in his arms, "It seems that relying on the sky and the earth, in the end, you still have to rely on this Longquan Treasure Knife in your hand." ”

Wu Song has already made up his mind, he can only fight to the death once today, and whether he can fight a bloody way depends on the will of God.

Thinking of this, Wu Song no longer hesitated, and as soon as he turned around, he rushed out in the direction of the gate of the camp, where there were sharp spears, pointing the head of the spear at his wounded body.

"Stop him." Seeing that Wu Song wanted to make a final counterattack, a cruel look flashed in Qin Ming's eyes, he overtook his mace, and smashed it towards Wu Song, and the other four people also walked forward quickly, raised the weapons in their hands, and greeted Wu Song.

Suddenly, Wu Song fought with Qin Ming, Huang Xin and the other five people, and the familiar sound of gold and iron intersecting sounded in the ears of every soldier again.

However, this time, due to the fierce battle between the two sides just now, both groups of people have consumed a lot of energy, and the strength and speed of the two sides are not as terrifying as the previous one, at least many officers with superb martial arts have been able to see Wu Song's knife speed clearly, and if they can see it, it means that there is a possibility of resisting.

For these officers, none of them came over in an environment where thousands of people were cut down and thousands of people were slaughtered, so death is sometimes not a fear for them, but more like a game, a high-risk, but also a high-reward game.

Finally, a young general with a steel gun in his hand couldn't hold it back, and took the lead in holding the gun to join the battle group, and a spear stabbed Wu Song's chest like lightning.

"Look for death!" Wu Song shouted violently, and used the back of the knife to block the spear, the young general's mouth was numb, but fortunately he did not lose his life, and the ferocity in his heart was also stimulated at this time, and after a little stabilization, the spear in his hand stabbed Wu Song again.

Wu Song only felt a little fear at this time, because this young general, whom he usually disdained at all, was able to resist his blow without dying, which showed that his strength was really about to run out, and only the lack of follow-up would cause such a situation.

Just as Wu Song was thinking, a piercing pain on his right calf made him almost exhale in pain, Wu Song angrily waved the Longquan Treasure Knife, threw up a head, and crossed a perfect curve in the air, which was the young general's.

Wu Song's contempt for him allowed him to sneak attack, but he also paid the price with his life.

The head fell to the ground, grunted a few times, and stopped at the feet of a soldier, causing the man to take a few steps back, his face full of horror.

At this moment, no one dared to take risks anymore, and all the soldiers took a few steps back, looking at Wu Song's eyes full of horror and fear.

Due to the pain in his right leg, Wu Song stumbled and almost lost his balance, and he was also weak because of this, and was slammed by Qin Ming's plan, and unconsciously took a few steps back.

Seeing that the two crossed Taiji swords were about to fall on him, he let out a loud shout, almost using his last bit of strength to block the attacks of these two people.

Then, he frantically brandished the Longquan knife and rushed towards the gate of the camp. When the soldiers who were blocking the road saw Wu Song rushing over, none of them dared to go up to stop them.

Only then did Wu Song see the long-lost gate of the camp.

The soldiers were stunned for a while, so they had to catch up with Qin Ming and the others, and Wu Song escaped from the camp, but not far behind him, followed by a dense crowd of soldiers.

There was no feeling in his legs, and Wu Song was completely relying on perseverance to support, but he knew that he was injured, and he would definitely not be able to hold on for long.

"I'm unwilling, I haven't rescued Sanniang yet, I haven't found the antidote to Sister Youlan, and Xiaoque'er, how much I want to see her again, Xiulian, Yulan, Second Sister, Jingkang's shame, I haven't achieved these things, am I really going to die?"