Yun Zhenren stood at the door, his left eye open, his black Taoist clothes slightly drizzled, fluttering in the wind.

Blazing white lightning tore through the night, illuminating the blood-snatching sword he carried.

He looked at the paper sliding door in front of him, heard the faint sound of dialogue in it, and was a little puzzled, thinking that this young couple had lived in the same room on the first day, and the dry wood was so hot?

Without waiting to think about it, the wooden lattice trembled slightly, and a killing intent cut through the water like a blade, cleanly from between the cracks in the door!

He wanted to draw his sword, but the two swords were the first to pierce the wooden door, turning into white snow, drawing a stunning arc and approaching his cheek.

Yun Zhenren's expression changed slightly, he was forced to stop drawing his sword, his sleeves flicked, and his true qi poured into his sleeves, and his sleeves were blown up, like an eagle showing its wingspan!

The sleeves covered the two of them, and there seemed to be a drum in the sleeves, and the majestic divine will came out, colliding with the sword qi, and the pouring divine will shattered the carved wooden railing, shook away the fluttering night rain, and shattered the killing intent on the two swords.

A sword ends, and the wooden door shatters.

The two black figures separated one on the left and one on the right, and they used almost identical swordsmanship, stabbing in the air, and the killing intent that was scattered by those sleeves condensed on the tip of the sword again, turning into two white rays, and the white rays approached Yun Zhenren, and turned to shine brightly.

Yun Zhenren's action of drawing his sword was interrupted again.

He took a deep breath and slowly swung his sleeves, his movements seemed to be extremely slow, but he dragged out a long afterimage, impartial, and just right on the top of the two swords.

In his sleeves, his pale and thin arms poked out, but his hands were as steel as iron, he held the tip of the sword with his thumb with one hand, and the blade with two fingers with the other, without moving.

True Qi was violently drained between the three of them, making a hissing sound like a vibra's tail vibrating.

Lin Shouxi and Xiao He clenched their teeth, and the two swords pressed down with all their might.

The wooden plank under his feet cracked, Yun Zhenren was pressed by the two of them and his body slipped backwards, he wanted to stop at the edge of the railing, but he couldn't stop, the railing was completely shattered, and he was cut out of the wooden building like this.

Two swords chased after him.

The swords were about to meet, but outside the wooden building, Yun Zhenren's figure disappeared like a ghost, and the next moment he appeared on the long street downstairs.

Lin Shouxi and Xiao He have also jumped off the tall building, jumped onto the street, and stood on both sides of Yun Zhenren on the left and right.

Yun Zhenren looked indifferently at the blood oozing from his fingers, and shook them away lightly.

The wound healed quickly and was as intact as ever.

The confrontation between them was only for an instant, but Yun Zhenren knew the danger in between, even if Yuan Chi Realm was likely to be killed by these two people on the spot.

But he is an immortal.

See the immortals of the Divine Realm.

"You know I'm coming?" Yun Zhenren asked.

Before coming to this wooden building, Yun Zhenren went to the third lady first, and the third lady was crazy and stupid, not like a human. He went to the second son again, and the second son was submissive and shaped like a lackey. He was murderous to both of them, hesitated for a long time, and finally gave up.

The god of guarding is worthy of being a god, in the past three hundred years, the Wu family has always had no bloodline, until a few young ladies of this generation finally showed the essence of the container, even if it is the third miss and the second son, the blood they show is also precious, but it is a pity that they are indulged in pleasure, only thinking that one day they will get the supreme power out of thin air, resulting in mediocre cultivation so far.

But this power has nothing to do with them, it is the gift of bloodline...... It's like an innate artifact.

Artifacts can be taken away.

Snatching bloodline is inconceivable to the ears of many cultivators, but the blood demon in his sword can do it.

He only needs to kill one person and drain his bloodline to get the divine inheritance.

He had waited too long for this day.

Yun Zhenren has been watching on the shore of this great lake for a hundred years, and it stands to reason that he should make the most appropriate and least likely choice.

Besides, he had already decided that he was going to kill the second son or the third lady.

But for some reason, he has been upset lately, he closed his eyes, and felt that there was a little ghost scratching his heart, that little ghost seemed to be an invisible demon, constantly forcing him, asking him if he was willing to swallow his anger all the time, asking him if he still had the pride and dignity of immortals......

He also felt more and more that stabbing this sword stolen from Yunkong Mountain into the bodies of the third lady and the second prince was tantamount to slaughtering pigs and dogs with fairy swords.

This is a disgrace to this sword, and a disgrace to him!

He was an immortal, and he thought that his heart had long been unwavering, but when the time came, he found that he still had a pride that he couldn't let go, and this pride was stupid in his eyes, but he couldn't get rid of it.

'Did it happen to be the onset of demons......

This is the only explanation that Yun Zhenren can think of.

In the end, he chose to kill Wu Youhe.

It seems that only by killing Wu Youhe can he pick up his lost dignity and give a satisfactory explanation to his century-old forbearance.

Yun Zhenren never thought that this would be a simple assassination, on the contrary, even if his realm was enough to crush them, he still had a fear of the white phoenix bloodline in the girl's body.

Lin Shouxi and Xiao He did not disappoint him.

In the three rounds of the confrontation, he was forced to draw his sword for a while.

Yun Zhenren sighed, sighing with tiredness and remorse, killing the second son should have been foolproof...... Remorse flashed, and since he chose to make a move, he would not take another half step back.

On the long street, Lin Shouxi and Xiao He stood on both sides, forming a left-right attack.

They were dressed in black like ink, and their long hair was fluttering, like a pair made in heaven.

Yun Zhenren didn't look at them, he looked at the empty night, and muttered, "Do you know what an immortal is?" ”

This is his own question and answer.

His left eye burned with a divine golden light, and as it lit up, the shadow of an ancient god in remnant armor appeared behind him, enveloping his black robe. This is the soul he plucked from the sky, and at this moment, this ancient soul that has survived to this day has become his armor!

Yun Zhenren didn't do anything to hide, and directly opened the fairy realm.

Lin Shouxi's expression was extremely solemn, he expected that he would have a battle with him sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to happen so quickly and so abruptly on this night!

He stared at the golden-armored man as if he were facing a great enemy.

The first feeling given by Person A is only one word - stability.

This sense of stability is like a general in a tent, the king is sitting in the hall, the golden light is pure and free of any impurities, as if flowing with golden amber, and the figure of Yun Zhenren reflects the divine texture.

The black pill in Lin Shouxi's body reversed at full speed, the true qi penetrated the spiritual veins and filled his whole body, he held the sword in both hands and began to run wildly, crushing the green bricks under his feet with every step!

After a few steps, Lin Shouxi jumped up suddenly, and the crisp sword arc lit up in the dark night, smashing towards the long street!

"Immortals, for a person and a mountain, this mountain is a god, people lean on the mountain and lean on the peak, and they are as stable as a mountain, how can the thin light on the mortal sword be shaken by the real mountain in the world?"

Yun Zhenren said softly, as if groaning, Lin Shouxi slashed with a sword, which was magnificent, but he didn't look at it, he just raised his right palm and pushed it out with a heavy weight.

The sharp sword light met his palm, turned into a sprinkling of light, lonely and falling, Yun Zhenren's arm bent and sent, Lin Shouxi's sword swinging posture was directly unstable, and was dragged by an invisible huge force, and smashed back into the street.

Lin Shouxi barely landed on his feet, but he was pushed and kept slipping, and the stone slabs under his feet were shattered, plowing out two deep ravines.

When he stopped, he was almost at the end of the street.

Defeat with one blow.

Lin Shouxi is now roughly in the Xuanzi Realm, separated from Yun Zhenren by three realms, and the gap between these three realms cannot be bridged at all!

Xiao He also swung his sword in steps, slashing out a stunning sword light, trying to split the golden body out of the crack, but Yun Zhenren also shook his head, still a palm in the air, and the sword light was smashed before it was fully formed, and this distance was pushed forward, knocking Xiao He's petite figure away and crashing into a wall.

The walls shattered and piled up on the maiden's body like a tomb.

It's still vulnerable.

Yun Zhenren looked at the direction of the broken wall, raised his hand, and was about to draw his sword, behind him, the sound of the sword roared again, it was Lin Shouxi's second sword, the sword move changed, and the condensed killing intention was like a silver bottle bursting, which actually contained a certain ancient breath that has been handed down to the present.

If it was a weekday, Yun Zhenren would play with him for a while like a cat playing with a mouse, but tomorrow is the day when the Succession God Ceremony opens, and he doesn't want to make any mistakes, so he chooses to use the absolute realm advantage to use thunder means to directly force out all their hole cards.

Lin Shouxi's sword almost hit it.

"If you only have this means, then you are a pair of hard-working mandarin ducks."

Yun Zhenren poked out his sleeves, and Shi seemed to be freehanded, this loose hand was like catching a bird in the clouds, ethereal and mysterious, but he held the tip of the sword that stabbed quickly in the air, he pushed out two fingers, and slowly pressed down.

True Qi exploded between the two, and this time, Lin Shouxi couldn't stop his body anymore, and flew all the way back, flying directly over the end of the long street, breaking through a courtyard wall, and smashing into a small building.

This is the difference between immortals and mortals.

The difference in strength between them is too huge......

Yun Zhenren felt bored.

I thought back to Lin Shouxi's previous sword, and tried to chew out a little afterglow from it, but I couldn't find much, but he noticed a detail - the red rope like a love token in Lin Shouxi's hand was missing.

Xiao He had two red ropes, one tied to his wrist and one was given to Lin Shouxi.

On the night she killed the eldest son, she untied her rope.

Red Rope ......

Yun Zhenren thought as he looked in Xiao He's direction.

He frowned.

The fragments of the wall where Wu Youhe was buried like a small grave were leveled, indicating that the person buried below had disappeared silently.

"Can it disappear right under my nose?"

Yun Zhenren's interest was rekindled, and his golden pupils slowly scanned the street, but there was no trace of Xiao He.

He was alert, and the demon raised his head in a daze.

There was a round moon hanging in the sky.

It is raining tonight, how can there be such a bright and full moon?

It wasn't the moon at all, it was a sword that fell into the air, and the sword qi was like a cylinder.

Rumble!

Smoke rises.

The other half of the street was shattered, and the walls on both sides were in tatters.

Yun Zhenren took a few steps back, and where he had stayed before, gold dust was flying, it was some shattered soul of the gods.

It looks like someone is hitting an ancient clock in the night sky.

Ancient chanting resounded in the building, ripples in the night, as if an invisible life was chanting in the void.

The girl stood in the center, her toes hanging down to the ground, but there was a gap between them and the ground.

She is dangling.

Human demon cultivators can be demonized.

The white phoenix is a god, she has integrated the marrow blood of the white phoenix, and she can also be deified!

The girl in black opened her pale eyes, her slender neck was thrillingly white, her molten silver hair fluttered in the darkness, like blazing white thunder and lightning, and her immature face revealed unprecedented indifference, even if she was full of killing intent, she was hidden in the red light of the ancient sword in her hand.

This was the first time she had unlocked the second seal, and her petite and graceful body trembled in the blood of the gods.

She seems to have come from a myth!

……

"White Phoenix Blood......

Yun Zhenren sighed, and his sigh echoed in the night: "The things that the old master spent decades of hard work on were easily taken into your pocket, and your life is unpredictable. ”

"Easy?"

The corners of Xiao He's lips curled indifferently.

The few words in Yun Zhen's mouth were the pain accumulated for ten years for her, the night she drank the marrow blood, the pain of every bone seemed to be knocked open made her unforgettable, even if she thought about it at this time, her body still couldn't help but tremble.

She breathed softly, feeling the terrifying blood that flowed violently.

It is a hidden devil who gives herself strength, but she also knows that if her spirit deviates slightly, she will fall into madness, and instead become the nourishment of the marrow blood.

The girl's toes touched the ground, and the red sword in her hand waved lightly, slashing at the void at random, as if she was testing the weapon to be inadequate.

Activating the power of the marrow blood is an act of overdrawing her body, and she can't last long, so she must fight quickly.

The girl's white eyes burned with a flame without temperature, and she brandished her sword, the tip of which cut a dazzling line in the night, like a dancing girl the size of a firefly.

The rain has stopped falling into this street.

When Lin Shouxi walked out of the broken wall, the whole street was heating up. The stone slabs on the ground were hot, the falling rain was hissed and steamed, the fog rose again, in the mist, Yun Zhenren stood in the middle, steady as Mount Tai, Xiao He moved at high speed, and his figure was so fast that he couldn't see clearly!

The marrow blood filled Xiao He's whole body, just like those cultivators who had been demonized after drinking the divine turbidity, Xiao He's body had undergone earth-shaking changes.

Her spitting skills and swordsmanship have all changed into different shapes, and many movements are simply not capable of being done by human bones!

This is apotheosis!

Yun Zhenren is an immortal, but Xiao He ...... The gods have never had a clear division of realms, but are only divided into three levels: the Hidden Born, the Primeval Realm, and the Immortal Ancient.

These are the three mythological volumes in the Manifest Scroll, the gods recorded in the Hidden Scroll are the Hidden Level, the Primeval Scroll is the Primeval Level, and the Immortal ...... It is said that only two gods are recorded in that volume, one is the Pale King, and the other does not even have a name, but is codenamed - Origin.

The white phoenix is recorded in the primeval scrolls, but the language is unknown.

When Xiao He unlocked the last seal, the ancient god woke up as if he had been sleeping for thousands of years, roaring and roaring in her body, giving her the strength to resist Yun Zhenren, while also trying to dismantle this body that contained herself and take it for herself!

The fight between Yun Zhenren and Wu Youhe shook the entire Wu family, and many people wanted to open the windows to see what was happening outside, but the wind stirred up by their fight closed the windows one by one!

Yun Zhenren is a Buddha who presses the ground, shining with golden light and indestructible.

Xiao He is a bird that preys in the air, the long sword in her hand turned from red to white, she didn't pity her true qi at all, and cut out a majestic white rainbow and smashed it towards Yun Zhenren's head!

The golden armor spirit was shrouded in white light, and it was dimmed several times.

Yun Zhenren looked indifferently at the stunning girl who was flying with a sword, he knew that the power provided by the marrow blood was temporary, no matter how powerful she was, she was only fourteen years old, and although the moment of divine awakening was enough to bluff people, it was still far from the solid foundation he had laid for a hundred years of hard cultivation.

It's just a pity that he can't make a sound.

The sound of the blockade was equivalent to blocking the casting of most spells, which greatly reduced his strength, and he had to fight her to the death with a sword.

His golden body was cut several times, but the golden light in his left pupil did not weaken in the slightest, he used his fingers as a sword, stabbed at the void, and the sword qi was born from his fingers, swallowing dozens of zhang, and there was no fancy, only colliding with Xiao He's sword qi in the air.

Xiao He's sword light was repelled several times, scattered and scattered, condensed and condensed!

Yun Zhenren hadn't been so happy for a long time, and the bad emotions that had squeezed in his heart these days gradually dissipated, and the more he fought, the more hearty he felt, and the remorse and tiredness disappeared.

But he couldn't really fight the enemy wholeheartedly.

Because there's an annoying fly in the shadows.

In the darkness somewhere along the long street, a powerful crossbow shot at his location.

It was Lin Shouxi who shot the arrow.

After he walked out of the ruins, he immediately turned into the arsenal of the Wu family, and took out a huge crossbow, the crossbow arrow was as thick as his arm, it should have been controlled by several people, he used his true qi, and one person pulled the string and the arrow, aiming at the golden light, immobile as a mountain.

The crossbow bolts burst into flames, bursting through the air, making a chilling whistling sound, and in an instant, they came to Yun Zhenren's body.

Yun Zhenren's feet were rooted in the earth, and he wanted to completely disperse Wu Youhe's sword qi round after round with a defensive position, so he didn't dodge Lin Shouxi's crossbow arrows, and directly distracted himself to resist, expecting that it would not be able to break through his defense.

What's more, although he was holding on to it at the moment, he was also suppressed by Wu Youhe condescendingly, and he was temporarily fixed in place, unable to get out.

The pitch-black iron arrows crossed the long street and pressed down, one by one hitting the golden god who saw the god realm, the tip of the arrow rotated at high speed, but it was inpenetrable, and finally it could only fall to the ground, but the iron arrow seemed to be inexhaustible, one after another, pulling out a sharp whine that tore the eardrum.

Yun Zhenren couldn't bear it anymore, he raised a sleeve, his true anger swayed, and the iron arrow that fell on the ground suddenly floated up, and was rolled together by his sleeve.

Flicking his sleeves, the arrows reflected in unison, and a huge roar followed.

Lin Shouxi dodged in time, and the position where he had previously stood was precisely filled with dozens of iron arrows, buzzing, and the giant crossbow was also destroyed, turning into iron slag and wood chips that shattered on the ground.

Lin Shouxi's expression still did not change at all, he looked at the ruin-like street buildings, and moved out an even larger crossbow from the arsenal.

Before the iron arrow could be shot, a cold feeling suddenly surged behind him!

Lin Shouxi turned around and swung his sword for the first time, and with a bang, his figure was knocked back, and the sword fire that lit up in an instant reflected the appearance of the comer.

It was a short black shadow, he was hunched back, dressed like ragged linen, dragging a simple and dull sword, but his eyes were shining, as if full of evil land goblins.

Sun Vice Hospital!

"Your opponent is me."

Vice President Sun held a sword in one hand and a back in the other, and said indifferently.