"No!" This sudden scene made Wu Zhiyuan stand on the spot, his pupils dilated, and he shouted loudly. Seeing your loved one die is a feeling that ordinary people can't bear.

The man in black slowly turned around when he heard the sound, and sure enough, it was the drought he saw a few days ago. I saw his indifferent gaze scanning Wu Zhiyuan and the beggar one by one, and finally he fixed his eyes on the beggar beside Wu Zhiyuan.

"You're finally here, I thought you'd been dead for decades." The drought's tone was cold, implying provocation.

"Tut-tut, murder the master, if you commit the following crimes, aren't you afraid that the death curse you made back then will work?" The beggar did not pay attention to the words of the drought, but tiptoed to the cliff behind the drought, and his movements appeared contrived and exaggerated.

"Phew!" Hearing this, the drought demon was furious, and suddenly waved his left hand, flashed the Blood Shadow Demon Knife, and said fiercely, "The rules are set by me, and I can change them at any time if I want to!" Besides, now that the Blood Shadow Demon Knife is in my hands, I am the head of the Black Descending Sect! How can the following be committed! ”

These few sentences of dialogue made Wu Zhiyuan completely clear, it turned out that the Black Descending Gate was founded by this drought before his death, presumably he made a rule at that time, with the Blood Shadow Demon Knife as the token of the head, seeing the magic knife as if seeing the master, the disciples in the door took the head as the greatest, and could not disobey, and made a poisonous oath. It was expected that the master of the Moon Shadow Fuxian took away the Blood Shadow Demon Knife, and then never returned, after the Moon Shadow Fuxian took over the Black Descending Gate, he had no choice but to forge a fake magic knife and take it with him. Unexpectedly, the Blood Shadow Demon Knife was stolen from the tomb by Wu Zhiyuan.

At the same time, this also explains why the Drought Devil would deliberately deceive Wu Zhiyuan to obtain the Blood Shadow Demon Knife, but he seemed to be quite afraid of the Moon Shadow Immortal, so he was afraid to avoid it. Although the Drought Devil is the founder of the Black Descending Gate, he is no longer the head of the sect, and now when he sees the Moon Shadow Fuxian, he can only obey his orders. But if the Blood Shadow Demon Knife was in his own hands, the situation would be completely different, so the Drought Fish would insidiously and extremely knock the Moon Shadow Immortal off the cliff and seize the Demon Knife. What he didn't expect was that this scene happened to be seen by Wu Zhiyuan and the beggars who rushed over.

As soon as Wu Zhiyuan saw the Blood Shadow Demon Knife in the hands of the Drought Fish, the scene of the Moon Shadow Fuxian being knocked off the cliff resurfaced in his mind, and the grief in his chest instantly turned into anger.

"What are you doing?" Wu Zhiyuan saw the beggar grab his wrist and shouted angrily. He struggled to break free, but his arm seemed to be imprisoned to death, not moving at all, this beggar actually had so much strength, Wu Zhiyuan couldn't help but flash a trace of surprise in his heart.

"Why are you in a hurry, there is a first come and a last arrival in everything, didn't you hear that this old man was waiting for me?" The beggar smiled, and at the same time the corner of his eye twitched in the direction of the drought.

"He killed Moon Shadow, and I want to avenge Moon Shadow! You let go of me! Wu Zhiyuan almost lost his mind and shouted.

"Okay, okay, I'll let it go." The beggar agreed, let go of the left hand that grabbed Wu Zhiyuan's wrist, and at the same time patted Wu Zhiyuan's back with his right hand, he laughed softly, "You just take a good look here." ”

Wu Zhiyuan saw that the beggar let go of his hand, and was about to rush forward again, but suddenly found that he couldn't move, his body was stunned, and he didn't obey the call at all, as if he was frozen.

"What did you do to me?" Wu Zhiyuan glared angrily at the beggar, but the latter walked straight towards the dwarf as if he hadn't heard.

The beggar was petite and weak, while the dazmo was tall and burly, seeing this difference in appearance, Wu Zhiyuan couldn't help but sweat for the beggar.

"I can't imagine you're shrinking the more you live, ha......" The droughtling laughed mockingly.

"What's the use of being tall, you can't even keep your wife and children, it's better to go home and pick up dung." The beggar didn't laugh angrily, but his eyes kept falling on the drought.

"What? You...... You ruined that coffin? Hearing this, the drought fish thought for a moment, and was immediately shocked.

"Yes, not only destroyed the coffin, but also eliminated the female corpse in the coffin." The beggar looked proud, he paused slightly, and suddenly remembered something and said, "Ah, by the way, I also cleaned up the belly of the woman's belly." ”

As he spoke, the beggar carefully observed the reaction of the drought fish, and sure enough, the face of the drought fish changed several times, and he roared angrily, and roared angrily: "The revenge of sealing and imprisoning, let you repay it all today!" The drought's tone was vicious, his eyes gradually turned red, and suddenly his body rose into the air, and he suddenly pounced on the beggar with an astonishing speed.

The beggar secretly shouted "good", he did not dodge, calmly stood on his feet, saw that the dartch was close in front of him, he showed his palms, suddenly exerted his strength, only to hear a loud "bang", the drought's chest was hitting the beggar's palms, just in this lightning and stone fire, the drought's claws grabbed forward, just grabbed the beggar's arms.

Immediately afterward, the dart was shocked by the force of his palm, and his body bounced back, and at the same time, his claws slashed across the beggar's arms, and blood paw prints were immediately drawn.

This round came suddenly, but it was thrilling, although Wu Zhiyuan stood aside and couldn't move, but his eyes were on this person's corpse, he saw that the beggar was hit by the claws of the drought, and he was worried. After the drought fell heavily to the ground, he slowly got up again, and he could see that the beggar's palm just now did him no harm. The beggar looked down at the wound, sighed lightly, and went to untie the wine gourd on his waist as if nothing had happened.

"I'm still in the mood to drink at this time!" Wu Zhiyuan was so anxious that he wanted to stomp his feet, but his body seemed to be in an evil spirit, and he couldn't move, although he didn't understand why this would happen, but he guessed that the beggar must have done something when he patted him on the back.

The beggar unscrewed the wine gourd, unhurriedly tilted his neck and swallowed a mouthful of wine, and spit on his arms with a "poof", and a burst of cyan smoke suddenly emitted from the bloody paw prints that had been scratched by the drought. Obviously, the wounds scratched by the drought fish have been infected with corpse poison, but to Wu Zhiyuan's surprise, the corpse poison of the drought fish is extremely poisonous, and it can be solved with only wine, it seems that it is really one thing and one thing.

"Well, it's not bad." The beggar smacked his lips and praised with a hippie smile, as if he was blind to the drought that came from him, he suddenly looked up at the drought and smiled, "You can taste it in a while." ”

"Stinky Daoist, I'll let you go to see your Sanmao Patriarch in a while!" The fangs of the droughtfish were exposed, and their faces roared fiercely.

"Stinky Daoist?" Wu Zhiyuan on the side was shocked when he heard this, this beggar was indeed the Maoshan master mentioned in the secret letter left by the ancestors of the Wu family!