The ashes altar was torn apart on the ground and scattered at Ouyang Ji's feet.

Ouyang Rejuvenation's ashes were sprinkled.

Even if Song Yufeng didn't like Ouyang Juju, his throat was a little tight at this time.

Before he even reacted, Ouyang Rejuvenation was gone.

Ouyang Ji stared blankly at the ashes that had been sprinkled on the ground, and after a moment, he suddenly howled, pushed away the disciples around him, and was about to pick up the ashes on the ground.

But as soon as he woke up, his cultivation was lost, and under his emotion, he couldn't pick it up, so his hands could only tremble all the time.

"Ouyang Hall Master ......"

Others couldn't stand it anymore, and couldn't help but want to persuade him.

The disciple behind Ouyang Ji wanted to help.

Gu Zhihuan's face suddenly changed.

At the entrance of the main hall, a gloomy wind suddenly rose.

At first, it just blew the hem of the clothes, but the wind got stronger and stronger, and it almost slapped on people's faces.

Everyone subconsciously looked in the direction where the wind was blowing.

"Ashes!" Gu Zhihuan couldn't help but reminded loudly.

Only then did everyone react.

But it was too late.

The gale rolled up the ashes in a field.

Ouyang Ji's eyes were red, and a heart-palpitating roar came out of his throat.

He tried to pounce, but he fell into the air, and the whole person fell directly to the ground.

"What are you doing!! Pick it up!! "Someone from Bing Xin Tang finally came back to his senses.

No matter what outsiders say, Ouyang Huichun is the hall master of Bingxin Hall.

If he can't even save his ashes, Bing Xintang can be said to have no face.

The disciples helped Ouyang Ji, and those who grabbed the ashes grabbed the ashes, and suddenly it became a mess.

"Senior sister." Song Yufeng's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he couldn't bear to see such a scene.

He remembered the last time he saw Ouyang Rejuvenation, his back was a little tired but still trying to straighten his back, like a needle, pierced into his heart.

At that time, what was Ouyang Huichun thinking.

Song Yufeng was a little stunned.

For the first time, he felt that life and death were so close to him.

It was so close that he felt scared.

Obviously a person who was alive not long ago, in the blink of an eye, there is nothing.

It was rare that Gu Zhihuan did not mock him.

After a moment of silence, Gu Zhihuan raised his hand and patted Song Yufeng lightly on the back: "Life and death are fate." ”

Han Yue tensed the corners of his lips.

Wu Xian's lips moved slightly, and he didn't know what he thought, but in the end, the words were not spoken, leaving only an elusive sigh.

Ouyang Ji was almost unsteady.

Three or four disciples surrounded him.

Suddenly, Ouyang Ji's eyes widened, staring at the disciple who came up with the ash altar just now, with a fierce expression: "Which branch disciple are you?" ”

The man bowed his head and said nothing.

Several people around Ouyang Ji frowned.

"Strange, I haven't seen this disciple."

"I don't seem to know each other well."

"Lift your head up and let me see." Ouyang Ji said in a deep voice.

Song Yufeng wanted to step forward curiously, but Gu Zhihuan grabbed his arm: "Stay well." ”

Ouyang Huichun died too strangely.

Gu Zhihuan always felt that something was wrong.

The disciple didn't move.

Everyone's hands unconsciously rested on their weapons.

Ouyang Ji stood up straight, and his tone was solemn: "Who are you?" ”

"Huh." The man laughed wryly.

The laughter gives a chilling eerie feeling.

Ouyang Ji's eyes were as cold as a knife.

The man's body stopped trembling, and he slowly raised his head.

Ouyang Ji's face changed instantly.

The next moment, the heads of the four disciples who were originally holding him flew into the sky at the same time.

A sharp blade spun in the air.

Ouyang Ji exclaimed: "Wang Gang!! ”

Everyone was shocked to hear the name.

Gu Zhihuan instinctively stood in front of Han Yue.

Chao Lu quietly took a step across, letting Gu Zhihuan and the three of them stand behind him.

The knife in Wang Gang's hand was fast.

Bing Xintang was mainly focused on saving people and curing diseases, and in this kind of close combat, Wang Gang almost killed five or six people in the blink of an eye.

He sneered and pounced on Ouyang Ji.

"Ding—"

The sound of swords colliding.

Wu Xian finally moved.

This is the first time Gu Zhihuan has seen Wu Xian do it seriously.

The white robe turned up and down, like a swimming dragon, looks amazing.

Song Yufeng was dumbfounded: "Is Wu Xian so fierce?" Oh my God, I didn't see that he was actually a macho man. ”

Gu Zhihuan disagreed: "It's a peacock." ”

"What is a peacock?" Song Yufeng was puzzled.

"......" Gu Zhihuan didn't expect that there was no such thing as a peacock in this world, so he was immediately stunned.

Wu Xian and Wang Gang fought inseparably.

Soon, though, Wu Xian began to gain the upper hand.

The knife in Wang Gang's hand was fast and fierce, but it was difficult to maintain.

Wu Xian's sword slashed at his shoulder.

Wang Gang's left arm flew up.

Blood splattered.

Wu Xian's expression did not relax in the slightest.

Wang Gang covered his arms and showed a weird smile on his face: "Do you think it would be useful to kill me?" Hahaha, the cultivation realm has been calm for too long, so long that even a waste like you can rise high. ”

"What nonsense!" Someone scolded.

"Am I talking nonsense? In addition to ganging up and doing some dirty things behind your back, could it be that you have really done any good things? Wang Gang said angrily: "Ask yourself, which of the people present is not everyone sweeping the snow in front of the door." ”

"But there are so many monsters in the world, have you really managed it?" Wang Gang asked.

For a while, no one said a word.

After the Great War between Humans and Demons, most of the remaining Demon Cultivators hid in extremely remote places, they didn't necessarily have a high level of cultivation, and it was not worth it to travel a long distance to kill a Demon Cultivator with no name or surname.

Therefore, gradually everyone is turning a blind eye to this aspect.

It wasn't until Wu Xian found that the number of demon cultivators gradually increased, and he began to let Voodoo and others clean up on a large scale.

Everyone didn't know that voodoo died because of the demon, and they were really shocked by Wang Gang's aggressive attitude.

"Ahh I remember who you are! Someone in the crowd shouted: "Isn't your village slaughtered by demon cultivators?!" It's you! ”

Wang Gang's expression was a little hideous: "Yes, it's me." When my parents found out that there were traces of demon cultivation in the village, they asked you for help, but you made an excuse and sent my parents away. ”

"Not long after, Demon Xiu killed everyone in our village. My brother and I got away with it. ”

"It's none of your business, you always look like you don't care, in that case, why don't I give you a heads-up." Wang Gang suddenly raised his left hand, and without waiting for everyone to react, he slammed it into his chest.

Warm blood spurted out.

Gu Zhihuan narrowed his eyes.

Vaguely, she seemed to see some lines on Wang Gang's body that were similar to formations.

Wu Xian has been staring at Wang Gang's movements, and naturally he has also discovered it.

Immediately, Wu Xian's face changed: "You actually wrote the Yin Array on yourself?!"

Wang Gang shook his body, his face was pale, but his eyes were cold: "You all have to die, you all have to die." ”