This monster seems to be sane, and it should still have the consciousness of a true immortal.

But when he spoke, the half of True Immortal's face did not move, and the other half of the face that moved, that is, the face that was entangled by many tentacles like worms.

It is undeniable that when I heard the voice of the True Immortal, I was not as nervous as before, but calmed down a lot.

It's the fear of the unknown that makes me feel scared, but now ...... I was not afraid at all.

"Can you ever change back?" I asked coldly, and even I didn't understand why I was asking him this question.

The True Immortal Weng was also stunned for a second by my question, and said, why is there any need to change back?

"Aren't I fine now?" True Immortal Weng smiled, his voice buzzing, as if it had an echo of shouting in the secret room, which made people feel a little depressed.

As he spoke, the True Immortal slowly squirmed and took another step closer to me.

"I have transcended life and death, and my existence is no longer tolerated....... Do you know? How long have I been looking forward to this day? ”

When the true immortal Weng said these words, it seemed quite touching, and his tone was extremely sincere, completely talking to me about his life ideals from the bottom of his heart.

"I am originally a cultivator, exorcism and evil spirits are just a sideshow, and it is only a means to accumulate cultivation and supplement yin virtues, and the ultimate goal is to become an immortal....... True Immortal Weng muttered: "But this road is too long...... I don't have the patience to go on......"

"And then? Are you willing to degenerate like this? I asked rhetorically, "With your nature, do you think you can become an immortal?" ”

The True Immortal Weng didn't answer me, but just laughed vigorously, as if he thought my remarks were ridiculous, and had no desire to refute them at all.

At this time, the sixth master and Fang Shiliang were already far away from the battlefield, and I could clearly feel that the sixth master was moving rapidly with Fang Shiliang.

I'm going to have to deal with the rest of the game, and it seems like I'm the only one who can figure out how to deal with him.

"I can feel it....... My body is full of power....... "True Immortal Weng muttered, "After attaining the Dao, the White Sun Flying Immortal is nothing more than that......."

The True Immortal's body was bloated, as if it was a mass of rotten flesh full of pus, and even if I walked a little further, I could smell the rancid smell of the True Immortal's body.

He didn't rush to attack me now, but fell into a state of wanting to share happiness with others and show off with others.

I could see that the excitement in the tone of the real fairy was very sincere, like a child who had been receiving a long-awaited toy and was too happy to help himself.

At this moment, True Immortal's excited words came to an abrupt end, replaced by a rigid robot-like indifference.

"Hand over the things."

I smiled, urging the Ancient Qi that lurked in my heart in the same way I had previously urged the power of the Ancients, hoping that they would run as before.

But the strange thing is that those qi seem to have fallen into a state of stiffness, and they don't listen to me at all.

But all of this seems to have been caused by external forces, and those qi seem to be suppressed by something, constantly struggling.

"What do you want?" I asked, quietly taking a step back.

"Whatever is in this mountain, I want it." True Immortal Weng sneered: "The power of the ancients is hidden in the mountains, I am not a fool like raising nine lives, so I know everything in my heart." ”

I hummed, and the palm of my right hand holding Miao Dao was already covered with cold sweat, but my expression remained calm, and I didn't dare to show the truest side.

"Yang Jiu is alive and dead." I said quietly, planning to knock the mountain and shock the tiger: "I killed him not long ago, and he said that he was very worried about you." ”

In my imagination, when the true immortal Weng learned of the death of Yang Jiusheng, even if he would not collapse, he would at least be taken aback and be jealous of me.

But what I never expected was that the true immortal just hummed very calmly, saying that he already knew.

"You know??" I was stunned: "Someone has reported to you??" ”

"Yang Jiusheng is just a humanoid magic weapon, he was destroyed by an external force, I can naturally sense it here." True Immortal Weng laughed, and there was no hint of surprise in his words, as if he felt that this matter was commonplace.

After saying this to me, the True Immortal Weng was silent for a second and shook his head.

"A long time ago, I noticed with Master Zizi that his ambition was too great, and he was extremely selfish, if one day he stood at the apex of the old sect, the rest of the sect members would not get any benefits, and it was very likely that they would die in his ambition." True Immortal Weng said: "The incident of suffering in Hainan is just an introduction. ”

The logic of True Immortal's thinking is very clear, and there is no kind of confusion after becoming a monster.

This was not there before, and the state he showed at the beginning was not like pretending, could it be that his self-consciousness was slowly revived?

"The Nine Turtle Gods are a great help to our old sect, but I didn't expect it to fall short in the end and fail to let it leave that sea area...... From this point of view, it makes sense for us to kill Yang Jiusheng, not to mention that we have long wanted to get rid of him. True Immortal Weng muttered: "But as the saying goes, make the best use of things, even if he dies, he has to die a little worth." ”

When I heard this, I couldn't help but get nervous, and I just felt that some things were not as simple as I saw.

"He thinks that his strength is very strong, second only to the free master, and the second in the old sect, right?" The True Immortal asked me.

I nodded, silent.

"But do you think he's as strong as me?" True Immortal Weng asked again.

"I don't think so." I frowned and said truthfully.

"Raising Jiusheng is just a small help, and he has already played his role, so I don't care about his life or death, even if you don't kill him, sooner or later, he will die at the hands of me and Master Zizi." True Immortal Weng sneered.

At that moment, I unexpectedly sensed that someone was approaching us, and there was more than one.

They didn't make footsteps, they didn't let out any breath that would reveal themselves, but I just felt it, and it was very strong.

The True Immortal Weng must have also noticed this situation, and suddenly turned his head and looked at the woods on the left.

Before the True Immortal Weng could react, a copper chain only the thickness of chopsticks shot out of the woods without warning, and stabbed straight at the True Immortal's head.

But a second before he was about to touch the True Immortal, the copper chain seemed to come to life, suddenly turned a corner, swished a few times, and wrapped around the neck of the True Immortal.

Of course, the place where the copper chain is wrapped can only be said to be the neck, but it looks no different from the specifications of the chest, abdomen and waist, and it is frighteningly bloated.

After being entangled in the copper chain, the true immortal didn't react much, and still looked straight over there.

"Fuck it...... You're ruthless enough......."

The man who grabbed the other end of the copper chain cursed, and staggered out of the woods as he scolded.

"Left..... Master Zuo?? You're not dead yet?? My eyes widened and I looked at the man in disbelief.

"What's going on?" Old man Zuo glanced at me and scolded angrily: "Are you not happy to see that Lao Tzu is still alive?" ”

Before I could say anything more, several other old-timers I thought had been planted also popped up at the edge of the woods one after another.

Yuan Shaoweng, Yi Daxi God, and ...... Smell the Bodhisattva!

The moment he saw me, Wenren Bodhisattva also looked a little surprised, and then smiled and nodded at me with his hands folded.

"Little Shen Shi, don't come unharmed."

I remember that I had heard them say before that Wenren Bodhisattva had been seriously injured, and his condition was worse than that of the Sixth Master, and it was very likely that he had died in this forest.

But I could never have imagined that the Bodhisattva Wenren could come out of the woods with a red face, and speak in a voice and tone that was extremely normal, and no matter how I looked, I could not tell that he was a seriously injured person.

"How is that possible??! How did you not die?!! ”

True Immortal Weng couldn't control his emotions anymore, and exclaimed loudly, the shock in his tone could be felt by anyone.

I guess he also felt that the reality was beyond his expectations.

"Not only did we not die, but we also found your death hole......

Wenren Bodhisattva smiled, and under his kind face, there was a faint sense of murderous intent.

"Master Jia Shi, you have killed the poor monk miserably before, and now you ...... It's time to report it back! ”