"You are a vicious woman, the old man will break your body into thousands of pieces, and your bones will be scattered."

The old man in Tsing Yi struggled to get up with a slight tremble, although he was missing a leg and an arm, but with his cultivation, he could naturally stand up, but standing on the ground with one leg, it was quite funny, like a golden rooster being independent.

His voice was hoarse, as if something was stuck in his throat, making an unpleasant grinding sound.

He limped and walked slowly towards the palace witch, although he had no face, no expression, but everyone could see the hideous color in his eyes, as if he wanted to eat the witch's flesh and drink the witch's blood.

He was an ancient martial artist in the realm of fetal breath, and he almost died in her hands, although there is still a mouthful, but it has almost abolished half of him, not to mention going further in the future, it is good to cultivate without regression.

ruined his body and cut off his path to pursue the pinnacle of martial arts, which is simply an enmity against the sky.

He moved step by step towards the palace witch, although it was very difficult, but he could at least walk, and the witch, at this time, he couldn't move his fingers, and he had to tear the vicious woman alive.

"Uncle Shi, it's not good, Uncle Shi, it's not good."

Suddenly, a panicked voice sounded in the silent forest, and then a figure ran from one place, with a panicked look on its face, shouting loudly as it ran.

After a while, the man ran in front of Old Man Fu Qing, panting, and seemed to have run a long distance all the way.

Fu Qing looked at the young man in front of him, slightly stunned, this person was wearing the clothes of the outer disciples of the Changtian Sect, he subconsciously thought that this person was a disciple of the Changtian Sect, after all, at this time, apart from the witch, who else dared to enter this area without permission.

"What's going on?"

Fu Qing said hoarsely. A terrifying face faced the young man, his eyes were cold, and anyone who saw it would feel cold in his heart.

The little outer disciple in front of him who disturbed his revenge, he was very unhappy in his heart.

"Uncle Shi, the head of the sect is dead, he died just now...... ...... just now"

Mo Wen pointed fingers and described for a long time, but he didn't explain a single thing, and his face was full of panic and fear. It's just a strong saying that the head of the family is dead, and something has happened.

"What......?"

The two bulging eyes of the old man in Tsing Yi suddenly widened the boss. Looking at the young man in front of him in disbelief, his already broken body suddenly became a little cold.

How could the senior brother in charge die? What the hell is going on? With the cultivation of the senior brother in charge, who else can kill him?

That witch is not the opponent of the senior brother in charge, how could something happen to the senior brother in charge.

For a moment, the old man in Tsing Yi's thinking became a little confused. The sudden news frightened his head a little.

Gong Biluo, who was lying on the ground not far away, found the young man who suddenly appeared, and his pupils contracted slightly. A flash of consternation flashed in his eyes. The beautiful face was dumbfounded.

How did he end up here? Haven't you left the Changbai Mountains?

"What the hell is going on......"

The old man in Tsing Yi grabbed Mo Wen's shirt and almost roared, but halfway through his words, he suddenly realized that something was wrong......

The young man in front of him was just an ordinary outer disciple, how could he appear here? The aftermath of the formation of the Taiyin Qi just now was unbearable for the ancient martial artists of the Bao Dan realm. At this point, he is either dead or retreats a kilometer away.

How could he survive as an outer disciple? And he fought with the witch just now, but it was only half a pillar of incense. How could the senior brother in charge die? That's almost impossible.

Almost instantly, a hint of vigilance rose in his heart.

"If something happens, you go to hell and ask your senior brother in charge."

The corners of Mo Wen's mouth suddenly hooked up a strange smile, and the next moment the two hands that had been prepared for a long time were put together, and two breaths, one cold and one hot, emanated from him, one hand was fierce, the other hand was cold, but it was gone in an instant, and only an invisible ball of light appeared in his palm.

"Give me death."

His figure flashed, and in an instant it was almost convenient for the old man in green clothes to stick together, and then pressed a palm on his chest.

At this time, although the old man in Tsing Yi felt a touch of bad in his heart, it was too late, and he didn't have time to stop Mo Wen, who was close at hand.

After all, the injuries he suffered at this time were almost incalculable, and he didn't know how much slower his reaction was.

The palm of that hand slapped on the chest of the old man in Tsing Yi without hindrance, and the next moment a terrifying invisible ripple spread out, silently sweeping around, instantly covering a distance of ten meters.

Everywhere I passed, all the trees were silently turned to powder, and they scattered to the ground one after another. The withered trees completely disappeared from the woods and turned into piles of dust, and the surrounding space seemed to open up at once, not like standing in a wood, but like standing in a square.

The old man in Tsing Yi widened his eyes, looked at Mo Wen in disbelief, the corners of his mouth twitched, as if he wanted to open his mouth to say something, but he couldn't say a word.

In his chest, a dull explosion sounded, and a huge hole appeared in his heart, connecting the front and back, and one side could see the scenery on the other.

And his heart, the side completely turned into powder, disappeared directly from the inside of his chest.

He looked down at the hole in his chest in amazement, and then slowly fell backwards.

He never dreamed that he, Fu Qing, would one day die at the hands of a young man, and the witch didn't kill him, but died at the hands of a junior who didn't know his name and name.

After a palm was slapped, Mo Wen's figure flew out upside down in an instant, spurting out a mouthful of blood with a pop, his face was pale, his breath was languishing, and he seemed to have a serious illness.

The palm just now was almost the strongest attack he could send, the fusion of yin and yang, he belonged to something that could not be controlled at all, and if he used it without reservation at this time, he would naturally end up losing both.

But in addition to the terrifying power formed by the fusion of yin and yang, it was almost impossible for him to kill a master of the fetal breath realm, even if the master of the fetal breath realm was seriously injured, and his strength was only one-tenth of his strength.

In order to kill Fu Qing, Mo Wen paid a lot of price, and what he couldn't control was to hurt the enemy by one thousand and lose eight hundred. But fortunately, the old man in Tsing Yi is dead, and he is still alive.

After the figure crossed a distance in the air, Mo Wen forcibly turned over, and his body fell, and he glanced around, and then a few dodges appeared beside the palace witch, and he ran away with her on his back.

Now is not the time to care about how much you are injured, and if you don't leave, I'm afraid no one will be able to leave.

Fortunately, the storm formed by the palace witch's move Taiyin Claw just now cleared up the people around them, so at this time, there was no obstacle all the way, and no more people from the Changtian Sect intercepted them.

After a while, the figures of Mo Wen and the palace witch disappeared into the woods.

The surviving disciples of the Changtian Sect around them all hid thousands of meters away, not daring to approach the center, for fear of being affected again, until they found that there was no movement inside, and some of them realized that something was wrong and walked back cautiously.

However, the scene in front of them frightened everyone to the point that their faces turned pale, their bodies stiffened, and they felt cold, the witches of the palace disappeared, and their uncle and ancestor turned into a broken corpse, and died a miserable death.

Shi Shuzu is the top master of the Changtian Sect's Fetal Breath Realm, and the witch is inevitably a little too terrifying, even if she is seriously injured, she can still kill Shi Shuzu, she is simply a terrifying female devil.

Everyone felt chills in their hearts, and secretly said that their lives were big, and they didn't meet the witch directly.

About half a pillar of incense work, a terrifying breath rose from a distance, like a storm swept in, the next moment was still in the distance, in the blink of an eye, it appeared in front of it, as if it was a floating light, once the phantom flashed, there was one more person in the barren pit.

This person was dressed in a white robe, his beard was white, his face was lean, his eyes were flat, like an ordinary old man, and there was nothing unusual about it.

But the way he appeared was so amazing.

"The head of the family."

After the white-robed old man appeared, all the people of the Changtian Sect bowed down and saluted as soon as possible, their eyes were full of awe, and their hearts, which were trembling before, suddenly became extremely stable.

With the head of the family here, naturally there is no need to be afraid of the witch.

"What's going on?"

The white-robed old man glanced at everyone indifferently, his voice was flat, but he had an aura of not being angry and arrogant.

"Uncle in charge, Uncle Fu Qing ......"

An old man in the realm of Bao Dan stood up and said to the white-robed old man tremblingly, pointing to the unrecognizable corpse not far away with a trembling hand.

The white-robed old man was stunned when he heard this, and his eyes were instantly projected in front of the broken corpse, which could barely see its original shape.

The next moment, his figure appeared in front of the corpse, and as soon as he reached out and grabbed it, the corpse appeared in his hand, who was his junior brother Fu Qing?

At this time, Fu Qing was almost dead, no matter how great his ability was, he would not be able to return to heaven.

"Who killed Senior Brother Fu Qing?"

The white-robed old man finally lost his previous calm and calm look, his face was a little ugly, and the anger in his eyes could be seen by anyone.

In the entire Changtian Sect, there are only seven ancient martial artists in the Birth Breath Realm, each of whom is extremely cherished, and is the patriarch of the sect, the pillar of a great sect, and a symbol of strength and status.

Compared with the other nine major sects, there are not many ancient martial artists in the realm of their Changtian Sect, not to mention the bottom, but they don't have any advantage, and the top six can't enter. (To be continued......)