"Isn't there a being who can kill you?" Xia Jikong smiled disdainfully: "Young man, where did you get the courage?" ”

Before the words fell, Xia Jikong rushed towards Manwu like a gust of wind.

Man Wuxi's brows furrowed slightly, but his heart was full of disdain: "Heavenly Machine Realm, six grades?" ”

Man Wuxu was about to make a move, but Cheng Wu rushed up and blocked Xia Jikong.

"Old thief, don't hurt my eldest son!" Cheng Wu roared, fist in his left hand, palm in his right hand, and pressed straight towards Xia Jikong.

Xia Jikong took a few steps back, but he didn't fall behind, and thought to himself: "Is this the legendary left-right fight?" ”

But thinking about it, Xia Jikong did not relax, and suddenly sold a flaw, and Cheng Wu slashed it when he saw this.

"Old thief, I see where you're going!" Although Cheng Wu is over sixty years old, this roar is surprisingly majestic.

The man on the side naturally saw that Xia Jikong was deliberately selling flaws, but he wanted to remind him, but it was too late, so he had to make a move.

Man Wuxi's left leg kicked back, his whole body jumped, clenched his fists, and hit Xia Jikong's head.

Xia Jikong didn't expect that this Man Wusha would suddenly make a move, and hurriedly took a few steps back, but he still didn't dodge Man Wuxi's blow, although he was only slightly injured.

Xia Jikong's eyes were staring at Man Wuxi, when had he ever suffered such a loss.

"Give it to me!"

Xia Jikong couldn't care about it so much, and directly let the ten masters of the Heavenly Machine Realm do it.

Man Wuxian stood motionless, and his body suddenly exuded a chill.

"Eight permanent servants, form a formation!"

With an order, the eight permanent servants immediately gathered together, and then spread out in all directions, forming a pattern similar to the eight trigrams.

Xia Jikong hadn't heard of the Eight Standing Attendants, so naturally he couldn't understand what they were doing.

"Bells and whistles, kill them for me!" Xia Jikong roared angrily.

At this moment, there was a sudden burst of poetry.

"North of the Yellow River, I want to build a mausoleum,"

"Open the mountain and dig the stone, and the sky is stormy."

"As soon as you enter the house, you will suffer a lot,"

"I don't see the Demon Ancestor of Jiuli."

As soon as the poem came out, everyone stopped at the same time.

"Dare to ask which predecessor is secretly composing poetry, is it hinting at us?" Xia Jikong asked loudly.

There was silence at the entrance of the village, but there was no sound at this time.

And the man who sang the psalm did not appear.

"Since the seniors are chanting poems here, it is better to come out and meet them." Man Wuxu said word by word to the surroundings.

As soon as Man Wuxu finished speaking, an old man in sackcloth, fifty or sixty years old, walked out from behind the crowd.

He put his hands behind his back, glanced at everyone, and then said: "I am a fortune teller, I just saw a few people who were about to make a big move, so I made a big poem and chanted a song, offering ugliness, don't mind!" ”

Although Man Wuxu was unmoved, his eyes were full of respect for this old man.

And Xia Jikong had a dark face, looking at the bad old man in front of him with some hostility.

Lao Tzu is in full swing, why are you standing aside and making a great fortune?

What about playing?

"Oops old man, are you tired of being alive!" Xia Jikong stared at the old man with dead eyes: "What a boldness!" ”

"Young man, don't say that, I see that your Yin Tang is black, and there is a disaster of blood and light, remember, don't get angry, let alone hurt people, otherwise the consequences will be very serious!" The old man said very seriously.

But in Xia Jikong's opinion, this guy is just squirting feces all over his mouth.

He actually dared to say that he had a bloody disaster, if he didn't give him some color to see, how could he gain a foothold in Gudeng Village.

"Old thief, Hugh is going to talk nonsense, who do you say has the disaster of blood light?"

Xia Jikong waited for this bad old man to say the word that could kill him.

But what a coincidence!

Just like Xia Jikong's meaning.

The old man pockmarked opened his mouth and said, "Me! ”

Xia Jikong sneered, Since you want to die, I will fulfill you.

Xia Jikong suddenly rushed towards the old man Mazi, although Man Wuxu felt it, he couldn't stop it at all, or rather, he didn't want to stop it.

The old man Mazi still stood in place, pinched his fingers, and said lightly: "Why bother? ”

"Die!"

Xia Jikong was only half a meter away from the bad old man's neck at this time, and he was completely confident that he could kill him with one blow.

Now even if the Great Luo Immortal comes, he can't stop himself.

Xia Jikong grabbed the old man's neck with one claw, but what made him feel unbelievable was that he actually caught it empty.

This bad old man actually dodged, no, he didn't dodge, but caught the wrong place himself, it must be so.

Xia Jikong would definitely not believe that this bad old man who seemed to have no strength could dodge his fatal blow.

Xia grabbed a few more claws in a row, but as before, they all pounced.

"Old ghost, what kind of demon magic did you use!"

Xia Jikong's anger was like thunder, he was a strong man of the sixth grade of the Heavenly Machine Realm, and he couldn't kill a bad old man, if this was spread out, how should he meet people.

"I told you, you have a bloody plague!" The old man shook his head and said, "If you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer in front of you!" ”

At this time, Xia Jikong suddenly felt a sharp pain on his body, and when he looked down, he saw that there was a centipede the size of a thumb lying on his chest.

Xia Jikong's face turned pale with fright, and he wanted to tear the centipede off with his hand, but as soon as he raised his hand, the centipede seemed to be frightened, and suddenly got into his body.

"You ......"

Xia Jikong's eyes suddenly turned white, his right hand pointed at the old man pockmark, and he couldn't say a word anymore, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Everyone wondered for a while, why did this Xia Jikong suddenly die on the ground, did he really fulfill the prophecy of this bad old man, he had a bloody disaster?

If you think about it, it's not right!

There are many divination masters in the world, but they have never heard of someone who can immediately kill someone.

Xia Jikong lay motionless on the ground, bleeding from his seven orifices, and died so much that he couldn't die anymore.

The old man pinched his fingers and pointed at the ten people: "You ......"

As soon as the old man Mazi said this, these ten people immediately ran to the village without their lives, for fear that this strange man would calculate a bloody disaster for himself.

"I said what are you running, I haven't given you a hexagram yet!" The old man with a little disappointment on his face.

Man Wuxi's head was full of greetings at this time, who was this mysterious old man, who could silently kill a powerhouse of the sixth grade of heavenly machines.

Man Wuxian doesn't believe in any divination, which can make people die on the spot.

This old man is definitely not simple, at the very least, if he fights right, he is in his hands, I am afraid that he will not even be able to catch a move.

Could it be the legendary realm of the Destiny Master?

This shouldn't be much of a possibility, although the realm of the life master is powerful, but it can't reach the level of being able to silently kill a six-rank powerhouse of the Heavenly Machine.

Guess who this pockmarked old man is?

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