The man in front of Huangjun Yu was as cold as iron, his black hair was scattered and a little curly, and the moxibustion dance was like a silent killing god guarding in front of Huangjun Yu, and from the long sword lying on the ground and the blood dripping from the moxibustion dance sickle gun, it could be seen that the killer was either dead or injured and fled!

"Why are you here?" Arthur Wang helped the desolate Junyu up, who had just recovered from the atmosphere shrouded in death, and asked in confusion. The reason why I am puzzled is because the moxibustion dance was seriously injured in the Golden Villa, and it will take a year to recover from it. But fortunately, Moxibustion Dance felt it in time, otherwise he would have really died in Huangquan. As he spoke, Huang Junyu skimmed in the direction of Ye Zui, and his body shook dramatically! Boss Wu had died at the hands of Ye Zui, and the three black-robed people were seriously injured and gradually had a tendency to rout under the siege! This is completely unreasonable, although Ye Zui's strength has soared, he will not be the opponent of Boss Wu of Amaterasu Bapin anyway, and the three black-robed people have pressed the five and gold diggers behind Arthur Wang before, and there is no chance of turning defeat into victory. But the desolate monarch was already aware, because he didn't see the gold digger who made him a little familiar before, he only saw the moxibustion dance!

"There's something urgent!" moxibustion dance is not good at words, and can only use the shortest words to clarify the meaning.

Hearing this, Huang Junyu raised his eyebrows slightly, and the urgent matter in Moxibustion Wu's mouth was afraid that it was 100,000 urgent, but he was not in a hurry to ask, and the top priority was to solve the big problem of the black robe as soon as possible. Moxibustion Wu raised the sickle gun, which was a death spear for the black robe; Moxibustion Wu walked towards the black robe step by step, and the breathing of the black robe was particularly heavy in the silence of the scene, and he made up his mind to listen to the sound of the footsteps! He raised the black knife between his eyebrows, and a black strong wind visibly rushed out of the robe and hat with the naked eye, and in just half a breath, the person under the black robe seemed to disappear and the black robe slowly drooped down! And the black knife lightly struck into the void and disappeared, and the other three black-robed people also flashed a trace of unwillingness and pain in their eyes when they saw this scene, and they fled in the same way: Leave the green mountains without worrying about no firewood!

Moxibustion Dance naturally stopped, and he could see that his solemn expression was soothed, he knew who the strong man under the black robe was, and he knew that he couldn't kill him, so he could only let him go. And the way the four black-robed people escaped also blocked their future cultivation path, and they couldn't set off storms in the future, but Moxibustion and Wu Ning had already sentenced the family behind them to death.

"King Arthur, thank you!" After the crisis passed, everyone was relieved, and Huang Junyu remembered that King Arthur desperately blocked the sword for himself, although he didn't block it, although he didn't know what his purpose was, but Huang Junyu still sincerely thanked him, Huang Junyu has never been willing to speculate on others with evil thoughts, right is right, wrong is wrong!

Seeing that the crisis had dissipated, Wang Arthur showed a warm smile on his face, he reached out and clenched his fist and knocked on Huang Junyu's chest without being too polite. After a while, Lingxi trotted to Huang Junyu's side and asked with concern, the previous scene really scared her to death. Dong Mo'er helped Ye Zui, who was slightly injured, to follow, and Ye Zui glanced at the silent moxibustion dance on the side with a little deep meaning, this was the first time he had seen the moxibustion dance. Feeling the moxibustion dance as calm as a lake all over the body, Ye Zui felt a little cold, how many people do you have to kill to form this blood-colored lake?

"The injury is not healed, so it can only be so. Moxibustion dance is another short sentence, it seems that there is not much information, but Huang Junyu knows the meaning of moxibustion dance. The moxibustion dance is very strong, but no matter how strong a person is, if he is injured, his cultivation will be greatly reduced; as the first general of the Huang War, the moxibustion dance is more well-known to the world for killing, and when a person who is good at killing is injured, he uses a trick to murder the enemy invisibly, which is really terrible! This is also a thing that he does not understand until he dies!

"So, it's not the best time to choose the one in front of the Jiuding Tomb, is it to sense your existence?"

Moxibustion Wu nodded to confirm what Huang Junyu was thinking, and then walked to the front of everyone, looking at the old man on the stone bench in the distance, with an extremely complicated look in his eyes.

"Come out!" Moxibustion Dance rubbed violently in his throat, but the hoarse sound wafted in the empty stone room!

"Long time no see, Moxibustion Dance!" After a chuckle, a phantom appeared in front of the stone bench, Huang Junyu was very familiar with the phantom, it was the illusory Taoist robe old man they had seen in the Douzi Tomb before, but seeing that the old man and Moxibustion Dance were so familiar, were the two familiar with each other?

"What a bunch of stubborn little guys. Seeing that the moxibustion dance did not speak again, the old man shook his head and smiled, turned around and sat on the stone bench with his clothes, although the phantom old man was consistent with the corpse on the stone bench in terms of appearance and temperament, but the phantom could not be integrated with the corpse, so the facial expression of the phantom old man appeared on the corpse's face from time to time, which was particularly weird.

"Who are you?" said Huang Junyu again with the same question he had asked the old man at the Douzi Tomb before.

"Old Dao Chiyan!" The old man did not hide it this time, and sat down to what everyone thought in their hearts.

"Are you dead?" asked Arajun Yu again.

"Maybe!" Chi Yan leaned on the stone bench and said in a sad voice, as if he was reminded of the past by the question of Huang Junyu.

"No one can use eternal life!" Indeed, the post-ancient era has been more than a thousand years ago, if Chi Yan is really still alive, wouldn't it be more than a thousand years old? This can be said to be unheard of in the Tianli Continent, but Huang Junyu has never heard of such a way of existence as Chi Yan.

"Old man, you big liar!" Ye Zui couldn't hold it anymore and yelled at Chi Yan.

Chi Yan knew that Ye Zui was like this because of what happened in the Douzi Tomb, so he stood up with a smile and paced forward: "If it weren't for the burning life of the Moxibustion Dance to block the fatal sword that killed the unforgiving, I'm afraid that the son of Huang Zhan would have died a long time ago, and by the time that black robe dissolves the power of the Heavenly Evil, then your situation will be precarious." ”

Although Chi Yan said that it was precarious, everyone knew that once the black robe forced out the power of the Heavenly Evil, then his group of people would die. However, Huang Junyu's body was shocked, and he subconsciously looked at the moxibustion dance! He never expected that the moxibustion dance would actually burn Shouyuan to block the fatal sword of killing Wuxian himself, you must know that burning Shouyuan is a more cruel and consequence than burning the true yuan, the latter may just be a loss of cultivation, but the former is a real loss of Shouyuan!

Ye Zui, who couldn't feel Chiyan's malice, didn't speak again, just pursed his lips. Arthur Wang also knew that a few people might have seen Chiyan before, and he didn't mind the deliberate concealment of Huangjun Yu, after all, he was careful to sail the ship for ten thousand years. However, his eyes were full of heat at the moment, and he wanted to get the treasure that he had traveled thousands of miles from the West to Dali to obtain: "Will you be the last page of the Great Heavenly Holy Light Technique?"