"Stupid. ”

As soon as the old man heard this, he was immediately angry, almost spurting out a mouthful of old blood, his face was gloomy like a thick dark cloud, his eyes burst with a murderous aura like substance, and the air around him was extremely cold, as if it was about to be frozen into ice.

He immediately slapped his palm on the stone wall, and the stone chips flew and the rubble rolled down, instantly forming a deep black hole the size of a head, and the cave still trembled with a bang, as if it was about to collapse.

If it weren't for the fact that Zhao Wuji was the sect master, his status was not much lower than him, if he were someone else, I am afraid that he would have slapped him and slapped him to death directly. At the critical juncture of the retreat and the soul palace realm, he was interrupted by his life, which felt like being suddenly pulled out by someone when he was in battle with a gun and a big battle was in full swing, how to make people not angry.

That wisp of the hard-to-find breakthrough feeling, I don't know if I have to wait until the Year of the Monkey to capture it again. Destroying people's cultivation is tantamount to killing relatives and destroying clans, and for warriors, it is hatred that does not share the sky.

Zhao Wouji and the old man looked at each other without the slightest fear, but at this time, his face still showed apologies in a timely manner, hugged his fists, and said: "It's because I'm too anxious to think about it carefully, I'm sorry for you, but now it's really urgent to wake you up." ”

"What's the urgency? It's more important than my cultivation?" The old man still had a gloomy face, his tone was dry and cold, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, which showed that he was desperately suppressing the crazy killing intent in his heart at this time, but his breath was still cold and piercing, and it did not disperse.

The disciple taught by the stupid junior brother has the same personality as him, regardless of the importance and the pros and cons, and really wants to kill him in the palm of his hand.

"The Luoxia Sect is about to be wiped out, so I have the courage to invite Elder Taishang out of the customs. Zao Wou-Ki bowed down and made a big salute, of course, the old man didn't see the mocking smile that flashed in his eyes at this time.

When the old man heard this, the green tendons on his forehead jumped, and he almost burst his blood vessels, and then he exhaled secretly to calm himself down, and then said in a cold voice: "The Luoxia Sect will be destroyed if it is destroyed, and a group of wastes who don't know how to grow will be killed one day." ”

Of course, what he said at the moment was all angry words, after all, he watched the sect that grew up step by step, although he didn't want to care about its survival anymore and concentrate on cultivation, but now that he was bullied by others, he couldn't ignore it.

What's more, he has been awakened from his cultivation by Zao Wou-ki, even if he kills him at this time, he can't change anything, the matter has come to this point, he can only settle accounts after the autumn, and he will be made to pay the due price.

Zhao Wuji hung his head and said softly: "Please ask Elder Taishang to move to the Luoxia Hall and preside over the overall situation." ”

The old man snorted coldly, and his eyes full of murderous intent stared at Zao Wou-Ki for ten breaths before he got up from the futon, his anger did not subside, and said: "You juniors, if the old man is gone, I really don't know who can provoke the beam." Let's say, who is going to destroy my Luoxia Sect, the old man wants to see who has the courage. ”

Since he has fallen to the point of alarming him, the other party may not be able to deal with it easily, but now that he is only one foot away from the soul palace realm, what is he afraid of?

As he spoke, the old man patted the dust on his robe, and was about to walk out, but when he saw Zao Wou-Ki still hanging his head and pestle in place, like a piece of wood, he immediately became angry and shouted, "Why are you staying here if you don't leave?"

"Hehe, to stay here of course is to kill you. ”

Zhao Wou-Ki raised his head at this time, and suddenly showed an expression that seemed to be smiling, his eyes as deep as a pool and the old man were on the face, and the purple light that flowed in it was extremely rich, and his eyes instantly turned into a demonic dark purple, and the traces of distortion were faintly visible, just like a demon.

"You ......" When the old man saw this, he was stunned for a moment, and he wanted to turn his head away immediately, but there was a flower in front of him, as if he was caught in a whirlpool, and there was only a muddy snowflake floating in his field of vision. The sight lasted less than a breath before it was suddenly replaced by a bloody scarlet, and blood flowed from his eyes.

Zao Wou-Ki's face was as pale as white paper, and there was no blood, but he didn't seem to notice it, his expression was still calm, and one palm was like a sword, which had broken through the old man's chest and stretched out from his back, grasping a still beating heart in his fingers.

Although it was only a breath of time, it was enough to kill the unsuspecting old man.

"You're not Zao Wou-ki, who are you?" the old man regained his senses, looked at the familiar and unfamiliar faces in front of him, and asked with a cold voice.

Zao Wou-Ki was silent, didn't look at him, and the next moment, with a bang, crushed his heart.

However, for a strong man like the old man, although his heart was broken, he would not die in a moment, so he took advantage of this gap to show hideousness, and slammed his palm on Zhao Wouji's shoulder, and the powerful and incomparable force instantly shattered one of his arms, half of his body was in tatters, flew out upside down, and hit the stone wall.

Although the old man was only one step away from the Soul Palace Realm, dealing with the martial artists in the Nachuan period of the Spirit Realm was still like slaughtering a dog, and he didn't need to waste much strength, so Zhao Wouji leaned against the wall and struggled for a long time, and then gradually stopped moving. The blood in his mouth spit out like money, dyeing all his body red, already taking in more air and less breathing, and his vitality gradually dissipated, but there was still a mocking smile in his eyes.

"Good means, good means, offending such a person, it is not a loss to destroy the sect...... Oh, no loss. If the old man still doesn't understand what happened at this time, I'm afraid he will be sorry for how many hundred years he has lived, and suddenly laughed miserably, his vitality is dying, and now what can he do but wait for death?

Luoxia Sect didn't have a panacea that could instantly make people hurt as much as possible, not to mention that he still had a broken heart, and his essence was now dissipated. If you can advance to the Soul Palace Realm, then it will be a different ending now.

The light in the old man's eyes gradually faded, like a candle in the wind, dying, and at this time, a faint phantom that seemed to dissipate at any time suddenly took a step from Zao Wou-ki's body and landed in the void.

The figure is a young man in white clothes and black hair, with handsome eyebrows and eyes, and a playful smile, if you ignore the dangerous aura on his body, I am afraid that this face is enough to make countless girls secretly agree.

"The Divine Soul Illusory Shadow? False but unreal, it seems that the remnant soul of a certain predecessor is immortal, and the old decay is not unjustly dead. The old man's eyes were no longer bright, looking at the phantom of the young man who appeared out of thin air, and muttered, but the regret in his tone was thick and strong.

Ji Jiu smiled and said, "The old man seems to know a lot, and he also knows about the soul thing." ”

This is only half of Ji Jiu's divine soul, and the rest is still in the body of "Chu Yunfeng", although the body of "Zhao Wuji" is broken, the divine soul of Ji Jiu in it has not been affected. Now, if there is no real Soul Palace Realm martial artist, no one can do anything about him.

When the old man heard this, yearning suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he said astringently: "Heh, spirit." The Soul Palace Realm is the beginning of the Warrior's Immortal Avenue, which enlightens the soul of chaos and transforms it into a divine soul. Under the Baihui acupoints of the human brain, between the eyebrows, the deep condensation of the sea of knowledge behind the Yin Hall ......"

"That's a lot of nonsense. ”

Ji Jiu's face suddenly showed impatience, interrupted him, and with a wave of his hand, a breath that was extremely cold as if it came from the depths of the Nine Shadows quietly emerged, and it was the dark blue soul fire that ignited in his palm-Nine Flames.

Summoning the soul fire was still difficult for Ji Jiu at this time, so his soul phantom faded a little, and his face became blurred, but he didn't care, a wisp of fire snake jumped out directly and landed on the old man.

The old man suddenly wailed, like killing a pig and slaughtering a dog, his voice was miserable, and it was shocking to hear, because the pain went deep into the soul and into the bone marrow, which was even more tragic than torture, not to mention ordinary people, even Ji Jiu did not want to be contaminated by the soul fire, not to mention that his soul fire was more domineering than other people's.

After a few breaths, a pitch-black pit appeared silently on the spot, like a black hole, and the old man and his divine soul, which had almost been successfully transformed, were all swallowed by the soul fire, and there was nothing left.

Ji Jiu collected the soul fire, swept around lightly, and found nothing of value, and the soul phantom immediately turned into a white shadow and disappeared.

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At the foot of the Luoxia Sect.

Qin Hao is leading a group of puppet disciples to fight fearlessly, full of murderous spirit, he is also influenced by this group of disciples, the moves are all lifeless fighting, his clothes are all covered with blood, and his hair is wet with blood and sticks to his face, like a battle-hardened warrior.

He didn't know that these companions who were fighting side by side now had already been refined into puppets by Ji Jiu, so he could be so desperate and ruthless, only when there was a life-and-death feud between the Huanyan Sword Sect and the Luoxia Sect like him.

The two sects are like fire and water, and they are incompatible with each other.

Cutting off the other disciple's head with a knife, Qin Hao turned around and burst into the crowd, his eyes suddenly reddened slightly, they were beast-like scarlet, and a familiar woman in a white dress fell into his field of vision.

The woman is slender and slender, like a white lotus, slim and elegant, standing in the crowd of Luoxia Sect, being carefully protected by a tall man, the jade hand pinched the hem of the man's clothes, her face was charming, and her face showed a deer-like pitiful and pitiful look from time to time, it was Xie Yanran.

"This slut. Qin Hao looked at her, his body trembled slightly, and then he paused word by word, gritting his teeth and spitting out these three words.

The murderous spirit was sky-high and suddenly erupted.