The rod is the old rod, and the word is the new word;

The eight big characters that have not dried up are contemptuous in the vulgar, like eight faces laughing wildly.

The four-eyed old man looked at the wooden pole and was silent.

is as open-minded as he is, and after being teased and then provoked like this, he can't help but feel ashamed and angry.

At this time, the four eyes, the originally unmessed bun was slightly fluffy, the expression was no longer calm and waveless, and even the wrinkles on the face seemed to be a little deeper. His aura was already disordered, nearly half of his mana had been depleted, and his spirit had turned from high to tired, and he was a little worried.

Only his face remained calm.

Walking slowly to the wooden pole, the four-eyed old man quietly looked at the big characters, and said to himself, "Not dead?"

Zong Ming is not dead!

Zong Ming must die, and now that Zong Ming is not dead, there will naturally be infinite variables. Yin Yang Canyon is not a place to play in the mountains and rivers, Zong Ming is not dead, and the four eyes can't let go.

"Although there is a way to break the spell, there are many troubles. ”

After a long time, a fierce color flashed in the old man's eyes, his long eyebrows hooked a touch of self-deprecation, and he sighed: "That's it, if you want to get it, how can there be a reason not to pay the price." ”

After saying that, Simu raised his hand, straightened out the silver thread on his forehead, and resolutely walked into the canyon.

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Thirty miles of canyons and three thousand miles of mountains.

Someone once left such a unique comment on it after passing through the canyon. For those powerful people who can become clouds with their backhands, it is a pleasing thing in themselves to be able to freely walk between yin and yang, and appreciate the magnificence and sorrow of crushing the wheel of life and death when the spirit and demons meet. However, for most people, the 3,000-mile trek can not bring pleasure, but many obstacles, bursts of murder, and shocking shock.

The four-eyed old man didn't know much about the Yin Yang Canyon, and the only thing he knew for sure was that with his cultivation, he wouldn't be able to travel here at will even in his heyday. If he was still a little skeptical about this statement before, when he actually entered it, the four-eyed old man immediately ordered himself to extinguish any luck and walk honestly.

It can't be described as a canyon anymore, it's more like a giant python with a hollowed-out interior and a broken body. The top of the head is common with craggy strange stones that span dozens of meters, like a knife and a sword, like an ancient beast hanging in the sky;

A chubby passage winds its way through the rocks, reaching out into the distance.

When it's lit, it's a sight to behold. The so-called winding path through the secluded and winding path is not enough to describe its eventuality. If you have to compare it, maybe you can put a mace into the heart of the mountain range and stir it up a few times, and then open a series of skylights on the top of the mountain.

Flying here, less than 100 meters requires a change of direction, or even repeated changes. Not to mention the difficulty of flying at high speeds, those inexplicable whirlwinds that come suddenly are enough to be intimidating.

For example, right now, the spirit weapon counterattacked and the demonic energy retreated, and it seemed that the army was advancing like a bamboo, but in fact, fierce battles were taking place in every corner, and there was a silent battle.

A battle that is more tragic than human fighting.

After walking less than 100 meters, Simu had already encountered three sudden violent whirlwinds. Under the long-term cleansing of the spirit and demon qi, the rock walls on both sides have become honeycomb-shaped, and I don't know when, a siege will be formed somewhere, and one side must be completely annihilated before it can stop.

Whether it is a spiritual weapon or a demonic energy, they don't know where the four eyes are sacred, they strangle each other, and at the same time strangle everything contained in them, without the slightest mercy. The four-eyed old man saw with his own eyes that a boulder that had endured a storm for 10,000 years was swept into a small whirlwind that seemed inconspicuous, shattered into tens of millions of pieces in the blink of an eye, and finally turned into dust.

His complexion changed slightly, and he unconsciously increased his mana by a few points, while frowning secretly. ...,

As before, he faces an old problem: the other party is too fast!

You can't fake it at all.

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How could they be so quick in such an environment? You know, the more they walked in, the more violent and unpredictable the storm became, and they carried a dying Zong Ming, and their speed was not affected in the slightest.

If you don't see the other person's appearance, Simu may think that the other person is afraid of him and wants to die in order to escape. However, the expressions of the two told him that the other party intended to bring him into the canyon, and even prepared to fight with him, so why was he afraid.

"Trap?" Simu asked himself again, then shook his head in rejection.

It's not that the trap is too difficult, on the contrary, it's too easy to set up a trap here, so easy that it can become your own grave at any moment. Unless the other party intends to die with him, it is almost impossible.

"They want to kill the old man, how can they die with me. The four-eyed old man smiled bitterly and laughed at himself.

He found it difficult to comprehend and could not guess what these young people were thinking. Zong Ming is arrogant, after all, his identity is illustrious, his qualifications are good, and his mind is indeed extraordinary. How should this kind of "ambition" be described as appropriate for two foundation-building juniors to kill a high-ranking monk who is about to get married!

Although he felt ridiculous in his heart, Simu still paid enough attention to it, not only opened the shield to the maximum, but also took out a small drum from his arms, which looked like it should be some kind of treasure.

He holds the drum in his left hand and taps the drum surface with his right hand, ready to fire at any time. Then he took a big stride, and his body fluttered through the howling wind, so he was not relaxed.

The demonic energy interference in the canyon is quite serious, but there are also haode places. Because there is no need to cover all directions, and the distance between the other party is relatively close, the four-eyed old man uses his divine thoughts to monitor the other party, which is easier than outside. Although he couldn't see his voice and appearance clearly, he could accurately capture their breath, so he was plotted by the other party, and his eyes could only recognize it.

The further forward they go, the slower the opponent's speed becomes, and even if you don't take this into account, at the current speed, you won't be able to complete the entire distance in an hour, and Shimu is sure enough to catch up with them before then.

And then?

And then, of course, the hand comes to hand.

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"Is this here?" Tinker Bell asked.

"Well, here it is. ”

Shisanlang inserted the fourth flying sword into Zong Ming's body, nailed him to the stone wall in a "big" shape, and then carved a few words on the side.

Then, he withdrew a hundred meters with Tinker Bell, leaned against the stone pillar that stretched out diagonally, and said, "Go ahead." ”

"Brother, ...... Does it work?" Tinker Bell said uneasily.

Jusan Lang looked up, and above him was a row of stone walls in the shape of steps, hanging upside down like a rippling sea. Only above the place where he stood there was a small sky. Such a miracle cannot be described without a miracle.

"Of course it works. ”

As if finding some kind of confidence, Shisanro reached out and rubbed Dingdong's head and said, "Go ahead, be careful." ”

Tinker Bell was silent, and only said in the middle of the sound: "Brother be careful." ”

Jusanro said, "I will." ”

Clankle didn't say anything more, and spread out as he walked through the blade-like rocks. The strange thing is that there is a constant storm around her, but none of them can touch her body. It often seems to be in danger, but in fact there is no danger, and it is enough to walk more than 200 meters before he settles down.

Then, she turned around and quietly looked in the direction of Thirteen Lang.

As far as the eye could see, an old man in sackcloth walked up, like a feather floating on the water. Approaching the three hundred meters of Thirteen Lang, the old man frowned slightly and stopped.

He saw Zong Ming's misery, saw Thirteen Lang's composure, and also saw the worry of the witch in the distance. ...,

And the handwriting that had just been written: "Here's the trap!"

Here's the trap?

The old man smiled dumbly and said, "Xiaoyou is really good Yaxing. The old man had heard that the thirteenth young master was a wonderful person, and when he saw it today, he was really handsome. ”

Shisanlang raised his hand and clenched his fists, and there was nothing to fault with in his ceremonial posture, but when Shimu heard what he said, he almost tilted his nose in anger.

He said: "Four eyes, you praised me wrong, the master is not a handsome man, the master set this trap to catch you, torture you, destroy you, zuihou will kill you." ”

"Flutter!" Tinker Bell couldn't help but laugh with all the worries in his heart.

The old man's face was slightly gloomy, and he said, "Young people don't respect the old, they should be beaten!"

With that, the old man raised his hand and waved his palm, as if to repel the nasty mosquitoes.

There seemed to be a light whistling in the air, sandwiched between the countless whistling sounds around it, almost inaudible. Thirteen Lang suddenly punched and hit the open space in front of him.

The roar roared loudly, and dozens or hundreds of invisible forces slashed around Shisanlang like wind blades, scraping out sparks on the stone pillars. Shisanlang's body leaned back slightly, a few cuts appeared in his clothes, and a few strands of hair fell, and then they were blown away.

"It's not enough, it's too far. ”

Thirteen Lang smiled and said, "If you want to fight like this, old dog, I'd be glad to do it." I'm afraid that you won't be able to help the master when you run out of mana, which is too disappointing. ”

He raised his hand and hooked his finger at the four-eyed old man, and said contemptuously, "You have to come closer." ”

In the distance, Tinker Bell's face showed shock, and his heart tightened a little. The Thirteen Lang Ignorant is fearless, but she understands how strong the old man's strength is. In such an environment, separated by such a distance, there is also a cyclone interference in the middle, and the old man has such power with a wave of his hand, and he definitely belongs to the strong among the Jindan monks.

The four eyes were slightly condensed, and they were also surprised by Thirteen Lang's performance. He knew that this blow could not be used against the other party, but he didn't expect Jusan Lang to be so easy to follow. And as Shisanro said, if you expect to subdue him by such a fight, the old mana's mana will probably double again.

He was not angered by Thirteen Lang's words, and said, "In that case, what about the old man's past?"

"If you dare to come, I will kill you. Thirteen Lang said viciously. The seriousness of the expression and the stubbornness of the attitude are almost like naughty children.

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