"Urging Tianba, don't you want your Dongzhu King?" Wushuang Leng Buding came out of the corner of the wall, holding the Dongzhu King in his hand and said-

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the celestial tyrant obviously sank, and the master's moves can often decide whether he wins or loses in just a few thoughts. How could Ma Fuxiang miss this opportunity, seeing him distracted, he rushed forward in one step, and slapped his 'chest' on the mouth to send him back more than ten meters away, his body slammed against the wall, the remaining bricks and tiles were penetrated by recoil, and he rolled several times in a row before stopping.

"Master, you...... Are you okay?" the two old men hadn't seen Wushuang for nearly a month, and when they saw their master safe and sound again, their hearts were 'excited', and they didn't care about the seriously injured Tianba, who rushed up to take a look here and there, and almost stripped him naked, to see if the root of his life was still there, and the 'getting' Wushuang was not embarrassed.

"Uncle Mazi, take all the brothers to get out of here quickly, I have two grandfathers to protect me. "Wushuang is worried that Bengcheng will be swallowed up by the Yalu River at any time, and there are many people who steal the 'door', and he doesn't want too many people to know the secrets in Bengcheng.

After everyone evacuated, Wushuang walked over, and Urging Tianba lay on the ground, spitting blood from his mouth and supporting his body and glaring at him angrily. Urging Tianba is still considered to be strong, but if someone else is affected by Ma Fuxiang's palm, it is estimated that the muscles and bones and internal organs will be broken.

"Master beware, this person has some evil 'sex'. Ma Fuxiang stood in front of the young master.

Wushuang signaled that he didn't need to be too nervous, because he knew that this was not a celestial tyrant.

"Stand back, you all stand back, I have something to ask him. ”

The others did not dare to take it lightly, and just retreated a distance of ten or so meters. Wushuang is not stupid, he will not approach.

"Should I call you Prince Zhuang? Should I kneel down according to the old etiquette?" If the current sojourner in the body of the Emperor is the king of Shuerhaqi, then Shuerhaqi should be posthumously named Prince Heshuozhuang by Shunzhi after his death.

Urging Tianba raised his head, and the ferocity in his eyes faded slightly. He asked lightly, "What year is it?"

Wushuang replied calmly: "In 1996, more than 400 years have passed since the age of Prince Zhuang. Wushuang calmly lit a cigarette and spat out a smoke ring.

"What's in your hand?"

"It?" Wushuang looked at the huge Dongzhu King, and without hesitation, he walked towards the Tianba step by step, and handed the Dongzhu King to him with his own hands.

"Presumably this thing has something to do with Prince Zhuang, right?"

The murderous aura in the eyes of the Heavenly Suppressor gradually faded, and he held the Dongzhu King in front of his eyes to admire its dazzling brilliance, and muttered to himself: "Dongzhu King? This is the promise I gave to Dongge Gege back then, but she didn't get it in the end. ”

Wushuang nodded and said: "Yes, the clouds and smoke of the past have faded away, so why should Prince Zhuang touch the scene." It's no longer your age, and if the younger generation doesn't guess wrong, it should be your 'flesh' body trapped in this well, right? Your 'flesh' body is not buried in the Tokyo Mausoleum in Liaoyang, it's just your clothed mound, right?"

"You are very smart, this is my 'flesh' body, I want to get out of this dark world that has trapped me for more than 400 years, and take back what should belong to me. He said calmly.

"Maybe? You only have half of your soul now, and half of your soul can't control your body, Prince Zhuang, tonight is different from the past, dust is back to dust, you should go where you should go. ”

The Sky Urging Tyrant laughed evilly: "Hmph! Not necessarily!"

Unexpectedly, he was slapped by Ma Fuxiang with an iron palm, but he was unharmed, wiped the bruises from the corners of his mouth, stood up, picked up the ghost head knife, and threw it directly. Wushuang thought that he was going to kill himself, and subconsciously retreated, the ghost head knife was not coming to him, but the ancient well next to him that was covered by Ma Sihai with a boulder.

The ghost head knife flew over and directly lifted the boulder pressing on the well, and a golden light 'shot' out of the well and straight into the sky. The dazzling golden light overhead instantly turned into pieces of snow 'flowers' and floated down, and after the snow 'flowers' hit the ground, they seemed to be exposed to high temperatures and turned into bunches of smoke, and the smoke gathered together and gathered into a humanoid silhouette.

In an instant, there were tens of thousands of 'Yin' soldiers in the entire Bengcheng, wearing armor and holding spears, dragging a long braid behind their heads, and some of them were riding tall horses. The mouth shouted in an incomprehensible Manchu language, and the shouts shocked the heavens and the earth.

"This king wants to take back what is rightly mine!" he repeated his faith.

In the ancient well, a sturdy body covered in silver armor was blown out and floated in the air by a strange force. It's Shulhazy!

Tens of thousands of 'Yin' soldiers fell to their knees in unison, shouting loudly, "Long live!"

Wushuang and they were all dumbfounded, this is a monstrous disaster! If you want to release this demon out of Bengcheng, I am afraid that there will be a great 'chaos' in the world, and Wushuang is the number one sinner in the world.

"Damn, old monster!, you can go dream!" Ma Fuxiang shouted, and before Shulhaqi's king and corpse could reunite, he rushed forward again.

Suddenly, the 'yin' wind in Bengcheng roared, the ghost aura was cold, and countless 'yin' ghosts rushed towards Ma Fuxiang in one go, forming a solid barrier to block him.

"Do you and other mortals also want to go against this king?" Urging Tianba's body withered a little, and smoke drifted out of his seven orifices, converging towards Shuerhaqi's corpse.

Just when Wushuang didn't know how to respond, suddenly, an ethereal voice came from his heart. "Shuang'er, he stole his spirit with the soul stealing technique in the Thousand Machines Thief. ”

Wushuang suddenly woke up from his daze, and recalled in his mind the ancient trickery secret method of this 'gate' recorded in the Thousand Machine Thieves.

"Caidie, borrow your Hongjuan!" shouted Wushuang.

Caidie threw the huge Hongjuan handkerchief to the young master without thinking, Wushuang rushed over in one step, at this time only he was the closest to the Tianba, he used the big Hongjuan to cover the body of the Tianba, and immediately stopped the soul trend floating out of the seven orifices, and then he looked at the position, first pressed the red root behind the head of the Tianba, bit the index finger of the other hand, and quickly left blood stains on the three mysterious 'acupoints' on his back with finger blood. If these blood stains are connected, it is a dead character in Manchu.

As he shouted, "Break!" and his palms struck hard to urge Tianba's left and right temples.

At this moment, I saw that the divine smoke that was wafting above my head suddenly dissipated, and the Heavenly Tyrant fell to the ground with a muffled snort. And the corpse that was floating in the air waiting for Wang Lu to return to the 'flesh' body also lost its drag and fell back into the ancient well, and in the process of its fall, Wushuang clearly saw that this immortal corpse was rapidly decomposing, and finally there was a noise at the bottom of the well, and his bones were scattered.

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