"This ......"

Miaozhen's hand poked out in the air, and he looked at the corpse of the young man who fell to the ground after shaking it, and when it came to his mouth, it seemed to be stuffed back by a stone.

Lu Chunyang spurted blood again, in addition to the fact that the injury was extremely serious and difficult to suppress, he was more shocked.

How could he, how dare he, just like this, and he was using the most vicious means to extract his soul and refine his soul, so he was not afraid of being retaliated against by that person?

What made the two of them feel creepy was that there was no fluctuation on the young man's body, and the body of a half-saint true yuan seemed to have never appeared, and the surface of the body was even more disgusting brown mottled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Necropsy!

Even if an ordinary person dies at room temperature, the corpse that would take more than half a day to say the least is actually spread all over the body of a half-saint powerhouse in the blink of an eye.

According to common sense, even if a demi-saint powerhouse falls, his own will can return to his true essence within a certain period of time, as long as he does not die in spiritual veins and other places, it is not a problem to even be incorruptible for a thousand years.

Even, if it is well preserved, the inheritance spirit domain can be preserved for future generations to inherit.

But no matter how you look at it now, it is full of evil intentions, and there is a deep malice!

Or rather—abomination!

Bang!

Before the two of them could delve into why such an astonishing change had occurred, the heavens and the earth suddenly darkened, and in an instant, dark clouds covered the top, as if the sky was angry, and the north wind howled.

Rushing!

In an instant, the heavy rain poured, like a river hanging upside down, the lake and the sea overturned, accompanied by rolling thunder, and a rich almost inseparable chill!

As strong as the two and a half saints Tianjiao, they couldn't help but shrink their necks, and the spirit spirit shivered, and his eyes showed a look of fear.

The wrath of the heavens, the wrath of the saint and the heavens, the wrath of the sage, the discolor of the heavens and the earth!

"Shh

On the contrary, it was Wu Ming, who was cold, and sneered at the northwest where the Tiangong Courtyard was located.

As Wang Xuance said before, last night the moon stars were scarce, and the moon had a wind circle, which should have been covered by dark clouds, and when the wind and rain were coming, it was now confirmed what he said.

"Brother Wu, you're in trouble!"

Miao Zhen was stunned and turned around.

"Huh!"

Wu Ming shook his head with a smile and said lightly, "Before I got into trouble, my situation didn't seem to be much better!"

Miao Zhen was slightly stunned and speechless for a while.

Thinking about ten years ago, the two couldn't say that they met in Weimo, and at that time of the Taoist banquet, Miao Zhen was already the true legend of the Qing capital, and the grandmaster was the best.

On the other hand, Wu Ming is the proton returning to the nest, the age of the total horn, the day is precarious, and under the whirlpool of the battle for the Holy Dao, he may be crushed at any time, and he must only seek one place in order to barely survive.

Who would have thought that in just ten years, it would grow to such a point.

In comparison, it seems that it was no better than now, and it is even more dangerous.

At least, Wu Ming doesn't have to hide in Tibet like he did back then, being chased like a lost dog, racking his brains, just to survive!

"That shot, was it your handiwork?"

Lu Chunyang got up slowly, with a hint of reverence in his eyes, looking at the thunderous light that bloomed like a sword lotus in the thickest place of the dark clouds in the sky.

Even though he is a kendo genius and has the supreme inheritance of the ancient sword immortal, he still can't hide his respect for the one who is known as the first sword immortal in the world.

It can be said that since ancient times, that is the role model and model of all the new generation of swordsmen today, and the goal of their lives!

"It's not!"

Wu Ming shook his head, there was nothing to hide, and he said calmly, "It seems that His Majesty the Dao Monarch who has no last resort and Zhizhu is in his hands, and there are not many enemies, looking at this situation, someone should have taken his life to fight him as a supreme heir!"

"You said it wasn't arranged by you?"

Miao Zhen frowned, suspicious in his heart, but he didn't notice it at all, he vaguely thought that Wu Ming had the strength to wrestle with His Majesty the Dao Monarch.

Since when, not only her, but many people have subconsciously thought that Wu Ming is qualified to reach the level of a saint?

"It's not your layout, there are very few people in the world who can have this layout, but you are also in the bureau and have been used!"

Lu Chunyang sneered, put away his sword and returned it to its sheath, "You're not angry?"

"What's there to be angry about?"

Wu Mingjian raised his eyebrows, and said indifferently, "My heart is not big, and I can't be angry about such a trivial matter." ”

The two were speechless, looked at each other, and didn't know how to pick up for a while.

"Even if those two really fight, they won't be divided between life and death, if you don't leave now, what are you waiting for?"

Miao Zhen said curiously.

She didn't doubt that Wu Ming was bold enough, counting what he did, being bold was no longer enough to describe Wu Ming, and this was well known.

But she was really curious, and she drained the soul of a sage's only son, and committed murder on other people's lands and even at the door of her home.

If you don't leave now, when will you wait?

But what made her speechless was that Wu Ming not only didn't leave, but wanted to come forward to take a look.

"Oh, this king is curious, who has such courage!"

Wu Ming smiled indifferently, took a step under his feet, spanned thousands of zhang in a moment, a few flickered, and then went straight to the northwest, and a voice came, "Langzhong Tiangong Courtyard, it seems that there is also a Tianjiao who is not inconspicuous, if you are interested, you can come and take a look." ”

The two looked stunned, glanced at each other, and both saw the hesitation in each other's eyes, but they also had unconcealed curiosity.

Go to see the excitement, what if you are slapped to death by the sage?

The Sage will not be angry about such a trivial matter, but he can guarantee that the two Sages will not be able to fight the real fire, and if he can't control his strength, the Half-Sage will not be able to withstand the aftermath of the Sage's fight.

This is not the old monk of the Snow Thousand Heavy Mountains and the King Kong Temple, the kind of pseudo-saint, but the real supreme saint!

With every gesture, they all have the ability to destroy the sky and burn the sky and boil the sea.

But in the end, the two did not suppress their curiosity and gritted their teeth and followed.

As for the young man's body, it has already turned into ashes in a short period of time, dust to dust, and dust to dust.

Why there is such a vision, the two are not easy to explore.

Come to think of it, most of them are inseparable from the handwriting of His Majesty the Dao Monarch, who made this young man not be a person who should not have appeared in the world?

"Could it be him?"

Wu Ming walked all the way, although he had a candidate in his heart, he didn't expect that he could make such a big move.

If nothing else, it must be that he has the will to die, and he is against Zhiyuan Daojun, and leads to the world's first sword immortal, it is difficult not to die.

Even, living may not be a good thing, it is better to die!

The rain is pouring down, and the dark clouds cover the top, as if it is going to be pressed down directly, looking at this situation, it will not stop for a while and a half.

The closer he got to the thickest place of the dark clouds, the more Wu Ming felt that his heart was dull, as if he had pressed a mountain, and his mind became more and more calm.

I don't know how long it took, when he could vaguely see a looming Taoist courtyard in the mountains under the flickering thunder, Wu Ming suddenly felt something in his heart, changed direction slightly, and came to a mountain path with a few ups and downs.

Under the rain curtain, the gazebo is isolated, and two figures, one standing and one sitting.

The person standing, although the jade tree is in the wind, the bearing is extraordinary, and the Taoist robe is even more outstanding, and the transcendent object, but the rain stains on the upper of the robe corner have already shown his uncertainty.

Because, the semi-saint powerhouse can already be invincible from fire and water, and there will be no diseases, where will the rain stain his clothes?

And for those who are sitting, the situation is not much better.

The rickety waist is almost lying on the table, but the waist is still tense, as if the bowstring is about to be broken, and it is making the final struggle against fate.

When I got closer, I found that his white hair was withered, his body was full of age spots, his skin seemed to be coarse grains of sand, piled up with countless folds, and his breath was even more decaying, like a candle in the wind, and it had reached the critical point of extinguishing.

"Hey!"

Wu Ming sighed lightly and slowly walked closer.

Although he had never seen this person, and his appearance was very different from what he knew, he was sure that this person was indeed the person he had in mind.

The three ghosts of the Southern Wei Dynasty, poisonous wine and gambling.

In that year, the drunkard was severely injured, accepted Qingzhu as an apprentice, and passed on an art industry, although he was rescued, but he also ended up scattering.

Now, Long Kui and the Poison Jiao Emperor Loach have appeared here, chasing and killing young people so far, the fate of the poisonous ghost can be imagined.

As early as back then, the poisonous ghost was determined by Wu Ming as the food for the breakthrough of the Poison Jiao Emperor, otherwise, he would have been calculated and died a long time ago.

But I never thought that this gambler who served Baihualou because of the failure of the gambling contract appeared here.

Moreover, this is no longer dying, but already dead, with only the last breath left, supported only by obsession.

"You...... You...... It's coming!"

The gambler seemed to be aware of it, and the corners of his lips twitched, as if he had broken a bellows.

Although it was the first time they met, the two seemed to have known each other for a long time, which may be a long-standing friendship.

"I'm coming!"

Wu Ming stepped forward slowly, took out cups, plates and bowls, cut the fish fillets, dipped them in snow lotus mud, and handed them to the chapped lips of the gambler with his own hands.

The gambler didn't even seem to have the strength to chew, but fortunately, the fish fillet melted in his mouth, and Wu Ming had the power to dissolve the fire Gu wine for him, and he was choked to death by a mouthful of wine.

When Miaozhen and Lu Chunyang arrived, they saw this scene and were surprised and surprised.

According to common sense, he is as arrogant as Wu Ming, and he knows that if he is calculated, even if he doesn't say it on his face, he will inevitably be angry, but what's going on now?

With the cleverness of the two of them, they can naturally judge that the gambler who ended up so miserably is the 'culprit' who led to the world's number one sword immortal.

As for Li Chunfeng, both of them know each other, so naturally they don't think that this person will deceive his teacher and destroy his ancestors and betray his master.

"Okay, fish and dragon meat, the old man has no regrets in this life!"

The gambler grinned and showed a smile that was more ugly than crying, even hideous, and seemed to sigh with some emotion, "It's a pity that the old drunkard is not here, otherwise it will be ......"

Before the words were finished, the gambler's head drooped, and his breath was gone!

The two of them looked at something unpleasant, a generation of strange people, the pinnacle of half-saints, fell like this, regretting at the same time, but also admiring inexplicably.

Not everyone can have such courage, such a pen, to calculate the power of a saint with hands and eyes to the sky by death, and in the end he succeeded.

Even if the price paid is life, it is enough to comfort life!

"For the sake of your shot back then, I'll do it lightly!"

Wu Ming patted the gambler's shriveled and thin shoulder like dry bones, as if to comfort the other party, and did not reply.

Bang!

The thunder is rising, the wind and rain are rushing, and the heavens and the earth are howling, as if they are singing for a pinnacle battle!