Chapter 241 The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch is behind

The white-haired old man never expected that the poison of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect would be so powerful.

A chill rose from the bottom of his heart, and he thought of death.

Xin Sanhu was already winning, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, his palm power increased three times.

The white-haired old man fell out on his back, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Xin Sanhu didn't give the other party any respite, and the slender palm like a bird's claw stretched out violently, grabbing straight at the white-haired old man's chest. Five slender fingers violently popped out five long, sharp nails, stabbing at the white-haired old man's chest like five sharp knives. His other hand had sealed the white-haired old man's retreat.

Blood spurted wildly from the white-haired old man's mouth, and his blurred human face gradually turned into a leopard face, and in a few moments, he turned into a monster with a leopard head and a human body.

Xin Sanhu laughed: "It's a pity that you just had a little human appearance, and you were beaten back to your original form by Lao Tzu all of a sudden." I didn't want to kill you, but it's a pity that someone paid a high price for your head. ”

The white-haired old man took several steps back and asked vaguely, "Who wants you to kill me?"

Xin Sanhu shook his head with a smile: "I'm a professional killer. Killers also have the rules of killers, how can they easily reveal the secrets of their customers?" He looked at the white-haired old man's violently trembling hands, and sighed long: "You and I have been friends for hundreds of years, although we are not old friends, but at least we are old acquaintances, and it is not a good feeling to kill you today." As he spoke, he wanted to shed a few tears, but unfortunately, there was not even a single tear.

The white-haired old man looked up to the sky and laughed: "Do you want my divine core?"

Xin Sanhu smiled and said: "I know that you call yourself a divine beast, but your actual cultivation is still on the dividing line between the spirit beast super and the primary level of the divine beast, and the divine core has just begun to take shape, and you can neither leave your body nor attack...... If you give me the Divine Core, I'll make an exception and not only tell you who is going to kill you, but also let you go...... What do you think?" he said, a pair of red eyes staring at the white-haired old man tightly.

The white-haired old man sighed and wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth: "I can give you the divine core, but you have to tell me first, who wants you to kill me." ”

Xin Sanhu smiled: "This is easy, but I'm not sure if you have a divine core?"

The white-haired old man sneered: "Maybe you don't know that starting from the spirit beast, it can condense into a nucleus, the core of the spirit beast is called the spirit core, and the core of the divine beast is called the divine core." It's just that the core of the spirit beast can't leave the body, and once it leaves the body, it will be the end of the gas dispersion core. The core of the divine beast can not only be separated from the body, but also has the same attack power as the divine beast itself. As he spoke, he groped his chest with trembling hands, as if looking for something.

Xin Sanhu's red eyes were shining: "A divine core has an attack power equivalent to that of this divine beast." If he got the divine core of this leopard beast, what kind of situation would it be, if his attack power was superimposed with the attack power of the leopard beast, the power would ......" He couldn't imagine what kind of power it was, and he felt his blood rush when he thought about it.

The white-haired old man was already extremely weak, he felt that the "Ten Thousand Poisons Returning to the Sect" had burned all his internal organs, and now he didn't even have the strength to escape, and the only thing he wanted to do now was to blow himself up! Even if he died, he would not give the divine core to this despicable and shameless villain. He focused all his life's strength on this palm of his hand. He was ready for anything, his palm jerked away, and he slammed it into his chest with all his might.

Xin Sanhu was still immersed in that beautiful imagination, and he didn't even know what this white-haired old man was going to do.

The white-haired old man's palm slammed into his chest. If he succeeded in detonating himself, his strength would increase several times in an instant, and if that was the case, he would be able to kill Xin Sanhu as soon as he stretched out his hand! With this palm, he had accumulated all his strength. His purpose was not to kill, but to commit suicide. Because as soon as the divine core of the divine beast explodes and the primordial god is destroyed, it will never be destroyed, and with his current cultivation, there will be no chance to be resurrected.

Luo Xiaofeng wanted to rush over, but he couldn't move an inch. A tremendous force enveloped him, and he felt difficult to breathe. He felt that this tremendous pressure was not from the white-haired old man, nor from Xin Sanhu, but from the huge metal coffin. What's going on? Could it be that there is a supreme master hidden in the coffin?

The white-haired old man's palm slammed into his chest. But just as his palm was about to fall, all the strength he had gathered suddenly disappeared. He looked up in surprise and saw a cold face. There was not the slightest expression on this cold face, as if it was wearing a mask.

"Han Bing, is that you?" the white-haired old man looked at Han Bing in surprise, "Is that the person Xin Sanhu said is you?"

Han Bing sneered: "That's right! In order to kill you, I spent 500,000 gold coins!"

The white-haired old man looked at Han Bing in a daze, and after a long time, he let out a long sigh: "I only understand now that you invited me out of the mountain, not to let me serve the Great Zhao Empire, but to kill me." ”

Xin Sanhu walked over slowly, with a smug expression: "This is what we planned." ”

The white-haired old man laughed miserably: "Could it be that our transaction is also a scam set up by you?"

Xin Sanhu said with a smile: "How domineering and perverted the Netherworld Xuanlie Realm is, how can my little Xin Sanhu have their town realm artifact Nine Transformation Blood Coffin? What's more, this Nine Transformation Blood Coffin is also a legend, whether it is real or not, no one can say." ”

Han Bing said coldly: "In order to save his baby son Zhao Meixue, he can't tell the difference between right and wrong. ”

Xin Sanhu sighed, with a kind of helplessness and sadness in his tone: "You can't blame me for dying, and you can only blame you for being too stupid and stupid." After saying this, his hand waved slightly.

A huge leopard's head rolled to the ground, and the headless body of the white-haired old man stood still.

Han Bing's hand slowly retracted, and he clearly held a bloody sharp knife in his hand, this sharp knife pierced the heart of the white-haired old man the moment before he exploded himself, and all the power he gathered collapsed with that knife.

Xin Sanhu looked at the corpse of the white-haired old man, shook his head, and said "It's a pity" three times in a row, he was not pity for this white-haired old man with advanced cultivation, he was pity for the divine core of this divine beast. As soon as the divine beast died, the primordial spirit was destroyed, and the divine core also disappeared in an instant.

Han Bing shook his hand, and a golden flower pocket slowly floated down in front of Xin Sanhu: "This is 500,000 gold coins, please put it away from the three masters." ”

Xin Sanhu's red eyes turned red, 500,000 gold coins, that is a huge wealth, he Xin Sanhu has been a killer for so many years, and it is the first time that he has received such a heavy gift money. He used his spiritual sense to quickly check it, and it was really a lot. He was just about to put the money away when a soft voice came from behind him.

(End of chapter)