The moment the figure rushed out, Xi Yingzhen also stood up. The old warlock dodged in front of Bai Wuqiu, one hand instantly grabbed the figure's neck, and the other hand was a slap on the face.

"Smack!" After a crisp sound, the figure that was still menacing instantly withered. At this time, Wu Mian, who was standing in the back, and a few people who were not returning saw the appearance of the figure clearly. It was an old man in his sixties and seventies, with a face covered in yellow patches and two mustaches like catfish whiskers hanging down to his chest. The messy hair on the top of the head like withered grass was casually pulled into a clutch, and hung weakly on the top of the head.

After grabbing his neck and taking a look, he hid behind Guangzhi for a while, trying not to let this immortal see him. After Wu Mian glanced at the old guy, he said to him slowly, "Recognize it?" ”

I wiped my cold sweat and adjusted the angle of my body. After making sure that Xi Yingzhen caught the man and couldn't see him, he whispered to Wu Mian: "That's the heavenly immortal, how can you say that you can see it." No matter what, everyone is a fairy, and Xi Yingzhen's father can't afford to mess with him. What if you sprinkle this breath on us again? It's better to be low-key than anything else now. ”

When he spoke, the person who was choked by Xi Yingzhen's neck had already reacted. At that moment, he grabbed the old warlock's hand that was holding his neck with one hand, and said to Xi Yingzhen in his mouth: "Xi Yingzhen, don't be too presumptuous. Anyway, I am also a god, and I don't bow down respectfully. Do you dare to blaspheme God and know how guilty you are when I lose a hair? What if you're immortal? When I bring the eternal tribulation, then all the mortals who die will be counted on your head......"

Before the immortal finished speaking, Xi Yingzhen had already raised his slap again. First, he gave him four mouths, then reached out and grabbed the fairy's hair, and with a forceful pull, he actually ripped off half of his hair along with half a piece of scalp the size of a palm.

At that moment, the immortal let out a loud cry, and a golden liquid like blood flowed from the wound on the top of his head, dripping down his head. Xi Yingzhen wasn't done yet, he stuffed the ball of hair and human skin on his hand into the fairy's clothes, and then slapped his mouth at the fairy as if he didn't want money.

At first, this fairy was still hard-mouthed. Even if the fight was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, he scolded Xi Yingzhen: "Okay, good fight!" Xi Yingzhen, there is a kind of killing God and killing me today. If you can't kill me, you just wait for the catastrophe, fight well! ...... harder."

The immortal deserves to be an immortal, and after being hit by Xi Yingzhen's mouth for more than ten or twenty times in a row, he can still stand. It's just that his face has swelled like a wheat cake, and the arrogant energy just now has been swept away. When he spoke again, he already knew that he was polite: "Grand Karcist Xi...... You stop first...... Listen to me, you can't blame me for that incident...... You stop for a moment...... Listen to me. I'm a god...... It's also impossible to know what's on the list...... There are your disciples. I am the plague god...... It is the work of spreading the plague...... That swept a large area of ...... Who knows who...... You stop...... Give the gods some face......"

At this time, everyone knew that what Xi Yingzhen was holding in his hand was the plague god who spread the plague. Listening to the meaning of his words, it was when he spread the plague many years ago that he killed one of Xi Yingzhen's disciples. It was because of this primer that we ended up like this today.

Xi Yingzhen didn't seem to hear it, and continued to slap his mouth at the plague god at the moment. After another dozen or so mouths, the plague god could no longer see what he was looking like. His face was swollen and his eyes were squeezed into a slit, and golden blood was dripping down his ears, nostrils, and mouth.

The plague god who was there first had already seen that the old warlock Bacheng was beating him up first to get angry, and then Bacheng was going to kill him. This is because he couldn't hold on anymore, and said with a crying voice: "Xi Yingzhen Xi's father...... Spare me this time. The next time I spread the plague...... Give the map to Daddy first. Your old man will let all our relatives evacuate first...... Then I spread the plague. Be merciful, how can I say that I am also an immortal. Killing gods is a great sin...... It's not just you...... All the people of the world will suffer with you......"

When he said this, Xi Yingzhen finally stopped. But just when he was about to give himself a step, the second stunned man behind him suddenly said, "Old man, it's not Lao Tzu who is stirring up trouble." This bastard fairy dares to threaten you, simply, you listen to Lao Tzu. What kind of god are you going to kill this? Lao Tzu helps you dig a pit, and people bury it in it without realizing it. God sent down the immortal to check again, and Lao Tzu testified to you, it was Guangren of the Fang Shi sect who did it......"

After hearing Bai Wuqiu's words, Wu Mian glanced back at the one who was still hiding behind Guangzhi, and said slowly: "Look, what a monster." I've been following you for a few years, and in a few hundred years, it's what will be the one in the demon world who will not return. ”

He blinked with a smile, looked at the direction of Bai Wuqiu and smiled, and then said to himself: "I didn't teach it this, old man, this stupid boy still remembers Guangren's hatred." ”

"What are you! Dare to instigate Xi Yingzhen's father to blasphemy! You're a monster! Be careful that the heavens send down the damnation, your demon mountain and the human world will be ruined. After listening to Bai Wuqiu's words, the plague god was furious at that time, if it weren't for the fact that his neck was still pinched by Xi Yingzhen at this time. He had already rushed over and tried all the poison on this monster.

"Who made you speak" Xi Yingzhen glanced at the plague god whose face was already swollen twice, and immediately raised his slap and slapped him and continued to slap him. When he started, he was also muttering in his heart: It seems that this matter is going to make a big deal today, and if you want to spare this plague god like this, you won't have any steps. I haven't heard of anyone killing a god before, and if he really killed this plague god, would it really be like what he said? If you really send down a catastrophe from heaven, your sin will be great.

At this time, the courage suddenly fought and walked over with a smile behind his back. As he walked, he said, "Grand Karcist, for the sake of my face, stay with this plague god." It's not easy to be an immortal these days, you have everything to see me......"

With the steps, Xi Yingzhen immediately stopped. At that moment, after he glanced at the grinning and non-returning, he snorted coldly, and still had to say a few words: "How can there be such a cheap thing?" Grandpa Warlock, did my disciple die in vain? What about killing gods? If you have the ability, you will send down the heavenly calamity, or send the heavenly gods to punish the warlock grandfather and my life. ”

"Anyway, he is also an immortal, and thousands of years ago he was a monk like you and me. For the sake of the same people in the past, Dakarist, your old man should open the net. After a pause, he continued: "Besides, let go of this plague god, he is embarrassed to leave like this." What kind of artifact do you have on your body, how can you take out three or five things, thank you Grand Karcist for your grace of not killing. This fairy, little old man, am I right? “

"That's right!" At that moment, the plague god also let go, and shouted loudly at Xi Yingzhen: "As long as Xi Yingzhen's father leaves me with this life, I will bring the artifact to the mortal world this time." Just take it with you, and don't be polite to me. ”

After repeated 'pleading' of not returning, Xi Yingzhen finally gave the old guy a face. At that moment, under the escort of the old warlock, the plague god led them into the cave, pointed to a leather bag inside, and said, "I came out in a hurry this time, and I only brought out a plague map. How about I write an IOU to the Grand Karcist......"

When the plague god was beginning to bargain, the two stunned people suddenly walked over and took out a stack of silk maps and the names of people on them from their skins......