The north wind grew stronger from nightfall.

Skimming low over the empty wilderness, whining ghosts and howling wolves.

Dark clouds hung low, covering the land.

Instead of being blown away by the wind, it became thicker and thicker, covering the stars and the moon like a mountain pressing on the top.

Scattered snowflakes fell in the wind, and soon it was like a fine layer of salt sprinkled on the ground.

After a while, the snow became heavier and heavier.

From sporadic ice chips to goose feather snow, the fine salt on the ground quickly piled up into a thick white carpet, and there was a vast expanse everywhere.

Two carriages marched slowly in the middle of the official road.

Leaves two straight wheel marks in the rear.

The horses pulling the cart are not ordinary horses, and they look very good.

Even on a cold night when the wind is like a knife and the ice and snow are howling, I don't show any discomfort, as if I am taking an elegant walk in the afternoon when the wind is mild.

Soon after, the carriage climbed a gentle dirt slope.

Looking from the top of the slope, I saw a building in front of me, standing alone in the depths of the wind and snow.

Because it is still far away, only a vague outline of it can be seen.

In the open and barren wilderness, there are no crowds around, and it seems a little abrupt to suddenly see such a building.

It even gives people an inexplicably eerie and terrifying feeling.

"Young master, there seems to be a house in front of you."

The driver's expression was still calm, and his tone did not fluctuate at all, as if he was eating and drinking.

"I see it, you stop for a moment."

A young man with a long figure and a brocade robe got out of the first carriage, came to the back carriage, and asked respectfully.

"Ancestor, do you want to go to the front room to take shelter from the wind and snow?"

"Where are you now?"

After a few moments, an old hoarse voice slowly came from inside the carriage.

It sounds weak and declining, just an old man who is about to die.

"If you go back to our ancestors, we are almost at the border of Qizhou, and we are still about more than a hundred miles away from our destination."

"Then take a break."

The old man in the car took a sip of tea, "Take the water route first, and then turn to the land route, I haven't really rested for so long, and everyone is tired and tired."

"Being able to serve by the side of the ancestors, the grandchildren are only happy and happy every day, and they don't feel tired at all."

The young man bowed again, even though it was in the dark wilderness and the barrier of the carriage, his appearance and posture were still impeccable.

"You little guy is going to make people happy."

The old man laughed, and then his voice was low.

Faintly with a bit of memories and remembrance, "I still remember the last time I came to Qizhou, it was forty years ago.

At that time, I had just transformed from the virtual to the real and became the anode master, and it was when I was in high spirits that I met the masters of the Northern Wilderness in this land and fought with them one after another.

Looking back at this time, it seems like yesterday, and the scenes are still clearly in front of me."

Speaking of this, he sighed slowly, "It's a pity that a hundred years ago, I was just a child who had just entered the martial arts, much younger than you are now, and my strength level was not worth mentioning at all.

Therefore, I did not have the opportunity to follow His Majesty Emperor Wu to conquer the east and west, and to conquer the south and break the north, and I did not see what the supreme style of the Heng I was, which is really a regret that will last a lifetime."

The young man stood in silence with his hands down, with a smile as warm as jade on his face from beginning to end.

It wasn't until the voice in the car gradually fell silent that he spoke, "Please also ask the ancestor to wait for a while, and the grandson will take someone to clean up the front room, and then please move over to rest."

The lonely building seems to be a Taoist temple.

It's like a clan ancestral hall that has been around for a few years.

I don't know when it was built, and I don't know why it was abandoned.

Except for the main hall, which is still intact, the other buildings have collapsed and become a ruined wall.

The hall was empty, without any utensils, and even the statues of the gods that should have been enshrined were tilted aside, leaving only half of their broken bodies, which looked a little hideous and distorted in the light of the fire.

Two bonfires burn silently to dispel the darkness and bring warmth.

Beside the fire a little inward, an old man sat still, his eyes closed.

A few young men and women around them were silent, quietly eating the food in their hands, and occasionally casting a faint look of disgust at another campfire.

One of the girls in white snorted coldly, put away the things in her hand and was about to get up.

The old man opened his eyes at this moment, "They are all miserable people who are begging for life, what can you do for them here?"

"The disciple just thinks that they are too noisy, and the teacher's injuries have not healed, so I am afraid that these people will affect your rest."

"Your mind is not still, that's why you feel irritable."

The old man slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, "The old man thinks this is very good, in the empty snowy night, there is such a hustle and bustle, at least a little more fresh breath."

The girl nodded, sat back down, and drank the water in one gulp, not knowing what she was thinking.

Not far away, a few men gathered around another fire, eating and drinking with dry food, while chatting rambling nonsense.

Clothes covered in mud and snow were still baking next to it, and the various smells mixed together suddenly became extremely complicated.

Although there were no good dishes and only the worst kind of shochu in the throat, the atmosphere in the venue was quite enthusiastic.

One by one, they laughed happily and chatted happily.

Everywhere he was interested, he sang a little song with a five-tone voice, and imagined the business of the new year with drunkenness.

A man with a black face and black beard poured a mouthful of soju, took another bite of the dry and hard dough cake in his hand, patted the burden around him and said, "When we run a few more orders to save money, we should also buy a few carriages."

There are more goods to be pulled in that way, and there is no need to be like now, you can only move around in a small area, and you don't dare to go to long-distance business."

The other laughed and said, "Now that there is a great master of Wen Martial Master, let alone the purchase of a carriage, it is more than enough to set up a real trading house!"

"Yes, now that other big businesses are shrinking into the city and don't dare to come out, it's a great opportunity for us to make money.

Let's hear that the martial artist is supporting the scene, not to mention a man-eating ghost monk, even if there are ten or eight, he is definitely not an opponent."

Immediately, there was a chorus of echo, and the atmosphere became even higher and more jubilant.

In another fire, several young men and women showed disdain on their faces at the same time, but because of the reminder of the old man before, no one spoke up.

Just silently close your eyes and recuperate, and treat these boastful words as a passing moment.

Everyone slapped their ass, and turned their heads to toast to the martial artist in their mouths.

Wen Wushi was motionless, as if he was outside the divine object, but his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked out of the door.

After a few breaths, the old man also opened his eyes sharply and quietly grasped the long sword in front of him.

The sound of light footsteps was heard.

From far to near, and finally stopped in front of the door.

"Friends inside, can you come in?"

Immediately after, a gentle man's voice sounded slowly.

The man with a black face and a black beard glanced at Wen Wushi, and saw that he had no intention of objecting, so he immediately responded, "It's cold and snowy outside, brother, come in, what's inconvenient to come in."

It's not easy to run outside on a cold day, don't say that this is not our house, even if it is our own house, then there is no reason to drive people out."

"Thank you very much."

There was a soft squeak.

The doors of the temple were pushed open.

The cold wind swarmed in ice and snow, filling a large open space inside the door in an instant.

The hall was quiet for a while, only the sound of whirring wind lingered in my ears.

In came a man wearing a hat and dressing

A young man in a black robe.

He looked around from side to side, his eyes flashing, and a kind smile slowly appeared on his face, "There are many disturbances this time, I hope you don't mind."

"Don't mind, don't mind, do you want to warm up with two sips of soju?"

The black-faced man waved his hand and took out a new wine bag that had never been opened from the baggage behind him, "Although it is not a good wine, it is better than hot and vigorous, and it is most suitable for relieving the cold and fatigue when traveling in winter."

"Thank you, dude."

He took off his hat and sat down next to the black-faced man, opened the wine bag and sniffed deeply, but fastened the stopper tightly, "This wine smells too powerful, I'm afraid I won't be able to stand it, so I'd better drink the smooth taste I brought."

Martial Master Wen observed silently, an undetectable light flashed in the deepest part of his eyes, and he said as if unintentionally, "My surname is Wen, and our gang are all hunters of the Nine Holy Mountains, and we have made some fur herbs to sell in the surrounding businesses.

Where is the little brother, walking alone in the wind and snow at night, but beware of the dangers hidden in the shadows."

"My surname is Wei, and my single name is a Tao character, a person from the Northland."

He smiled back, and then asked, "What kind of danger is it when you hear what your predecessors said?"

Martial Master Wen sighed and lowered his voice to a very low voice, "Haven't you heard that there have been man-eating ghost monks roaming around the neighborhood in recent days?"

"Oh?"

Wei Tao's eyes flashed, and when he spoke again, he was a little more interested, "I heard that the monk who sneaked in from the Northern Wilderness before, how could he become a ghost monk in the mouth of his predecessors?"

Martial Master Wen looked at those eyes that were like deep pools, and while sending dried meat to his mouth, he said slowly, "Little brother may not know that that thing doesn't look like a living person, but a dark demon with a ghostly spirit."

"Ghostly, dark demon."

Wei Tao frowned slightly, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly smiled, "If you can let Senior Wen say these four words, it seems that the person who sneaked in is indeed not an ordinary monk......

At this point, he suddenly fell silent and turned his head to look out of the hall.

At the same time, all the hunters by the fire were silent, moving in unison, and at the same time turning their heads to look out.

The young man in brocade clothes penetrated the vast wind and snow and came to the dilapidated Taoist temple.

He walked around the ruined walls and stopped outside the main hall gate.

The night wind was cold and whining.

Through the almost decaying temple door, the fire inside was blown into a variety of shapes.

There is also the sound of talking and eating, which disappears into the wind.

On top of that, there was a rather strange and complicated smell that kept coming out of the cracks in the door, and even the wind and snow couldn't blow it away.

The young man stood silently outside the door, the smile on his face long gone, replaced by indifference and alienation, and a haughty reserve that radiated from the inside out.

"Young Master Hong, there are already people inside." An old man with his hands in his sleeves frowned and said lightly.

"Then work hard and steward, drive the people inside, and leave the fire behind."

The young man shook off the snowflakes on his brocade robe, his face was obviously a little uncertain, "If they know each other, they can say anything, and if anyone doesn't know each other, I don't mind burying a few corpses in this broken Taoist temple, or getting a snack ration for the old ancestor."

"My subordinates understood."

The old man took a few steps forward and directly pushed open the closed door of the temple.

"This place has been requisitioned by the young master outside, give you ten breaths, hurry up and let the old man get away."

The cold wind poured into the main hall, the face of the labor steward flickered, and the voice became colder and colder, "Why, looking at your appearance, you still want to use your sword and sword in front of the old man, and kill yourself?"

In the depths of the main hall, several young people subconsciously clenched the long swords in their hands.

There was a hint of horror and fear in their eyes, and the fingers holding the sword were even a little white from too much force.

At the moment when the labor steward pushed the door in, he

They felt a furious aura coming over their faces.

It's like a fierce tiger breaking into the sheepfold without warning, just by the momentum it inadvertently emanates, it already makes them tremble, and they can't give birth to any resistance.

The old man took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and stood up with difficulty with the support of the male disciple beside him.

He glanced at the labor steward who was standing with his hands in his hands, and then at the Orion who seemed to be unclear and was still eating and chatting, and finally set his eyes on his disciples.

"If I hadn't been hurt......

The old man's thoughts flashed in his heart, and he couldn't help but cover his mouth and cough a few times, and there was an extra wisp of red blood between his fingers.

He immediately gathered his thoughts, quietly wiped away the bloodstains, and deliberately raised his voice, "Pack up your things, we'll leave now."

"Wei Daozi, what do you think?"

Next to another fire, Wen Wushi ate the last piece of dried meat in his hand, and when he spoke again, his voice suddenly became ethereal.

The expression was no longer as vivid as before, but stiff and wooden, like a marionette.

"I see with my eyes."

Wei Tao smiled again, "But looking at the expression and tone of the martial artist, it seems that he is a little unhappy.

So, are you going to continue acting?"

Wen Wushi's face was expressionless, "It doesn't matter if we cooperate with him, but this person doesn't understand that forgiveness and tolerance are more correct choices than monopolity.

The so-called inclusiveness of all rivers, tolerance is greatness, and learning from the strengths of others, in order to be all-encompassing."

As he spoke, the black-faced man sitting on the outermost layer had already gotten up.

He picked up a long sword from under the package and walked towards the labor steward.

"There are really people who are not afraid of death."

"Can't you get out honestly, you have to force the old man to kill again, and leave all your lives here."

"The thing he is holding in his hand can also be regarded as a three-foot green blade?

Even if you get a random piece of iron, it will scare people more than this broken sword."

The steward sneered secretly and slowly stretched his hands out of his sleeves.

Suddenly, a cold light suddenly lit up.

It's like a galaxy hanging upside down, the sun and the moon shine together, and even the blazing bonfire loses its color in an instant.

"It's ......"

"This dirty and broken Orion turned out to be a great swordsman!"

"With a sword in hand, a kendo master with innate superiority!"

The expression in the labor steward's eyes froze.

The mind was also taken away by this light in an instant.

He stared at the rising light, and his consciousness suddenly went blank with horror.

The next moment, the labor steward felt that his body suddenly became lighter, as if he had blended into the wind and snow, and flew freely in the dark depths.

But as his gaze turned, he saw a familiar body, still standing motionless in the hall like a nail.

In addition to this, he saw other hunters, still eating and drinking by the fire, without even glancing at the door.

"Young Master, Ancestor......

At the last moment of his life, Steward Lao didn't think of himself, he wanted to open his mouth to shout, but he couldn't even make a sound, and he could only watch his vision quickly dim until he fell into the endless abyss of death.

Swish!

The sword light flashed at a glance, and its speed was so fast that it seemed as if it had never appeared.

Only the headless corpse that stood tall told what had just happened.

In the darkness of the wind and snow, the young man exhaled softly and walked towards the road blocked by broken masonry on one side, carefully planning how to let the carriage pass through and stop directly in front of the temple.

It's best not to walk a long way, and you can get out of the car and go straight into the house.

He clearly understood in his heart that if he wanted to make his ancestors more favorable, this time he could accompany him alone was the best opportunity.

All details must be taken into account in advance,

In this way, he can stand out from his peers in the family, and since then, he has soared to the sky and enjoyed unimaginable cultivation resources.

As for what was happening inside, whether those people were dead or alive, he didn't care at all.

The real thing is to clean up the hygiene and get rid of the odor thoroughly, so that the old guy can rest more comfortably.

Click!

Suddenly, a crisp sound came from inside the hall.

Young Master Hong turned his head suddenly, and saw a round thing flying out of the hall, falling on the snow with a pop, and tumbling forward for some distance before stopping.

The rich smell of blood penetrated into the nostrils.

Young Master Hong's gaze condensed, and fell on the face that was all haired and distorted in fear, and his complexion suddenly became extremely ugly at this moment.

The labor steward was directly killed.

Although he is just an old servant in the family, he also has the cultivation level of the Xuangan realm, but it took less than ten breaths to push the door in before he was beheaded and thrown out?

So, there are masters in it.

At least a grandmaster warrior who is incarnated as a celestial and human being.

Most likely, he is still a kendo master.

When Young Master Hong thought of this, a rich smile appeared on his face.

He was happy from the bottom of his heart, not pretending to be a show.

It's good to have a grandmaster.

And the stronger the grandmaster, the better.

Perhaps this is because God feels his sincerity and will give him such a great gift.

In this way, there is no need to think about how to make the old ancestor's road more comfortable, and he only needs to let the old man know that there is an unknown grandmaster here, which is a great credit.

As soon as he thought of this, Young Master Hong turned around and left, without the slightest hesitation or stop.

In the warm hall, the black-faced man sat back on the ground, casually threw the rusty long sword next to the burden, revealing a hollow and stiff smile, just like the bold and generous person just now.

The old man, who was leaving with his disciples, had a numb scalp and was cold all over his body, and he froze in place.

The Xuangan martial artist who broke in was so gone?

At the moment of lightning just now, he only felt a light in his eyes, and then everything was over?

So, this sloppy hunter who was almost offended by his disciples turned out to be a kendo master!?

Compared to the sword light just now, the swordsmanship he had practiced hard for decades was as ridiculous as a child's play.

"No, that's not right!"

The old man's heart jumped suddenly, and he suddenly remembered that in addition to the black-faced man, there were two other "Orions", and there was also a tattered long sword pressed under the baggage.

So, it's not one kendo master, but maybe three kendo masters!

Also, what kind of high level would it be to be able to sit with the three kendo masters and let them be called Wen Martial Master, as well as the long-bearded middle-aged man sitting behind Wen Martial Master's side?

Thinking about it further, the black-robed young man who had just come in not long ago was still sitting there upright, if he wasn't a fool who couldn't see the situation clearly, it meant that this person definitely had the corresponding level of strength.

It's just a ruined temple in the wilderness, and it is possible that six martial arts masters have gathered in it.

The old man's mouth opened and closed, like a swimming fish out of the water, completely losing the ability to move freely.

He couldn't figure out if he wasn't dreaming now, whether he was crazy or the world was crazy.

"Teacher, teacher."

The white-clothed female disciple on her side nervously grabbed the old man's sleeve, and only then did she suddenly come back to her senses.

"Teacher, that man, where is his head?"

In the deathly silence, a coquettish woman's voice suddenly sounded.

Everyone turned around and looked at the place where the voice sounded.

Realizing that she had suddenly become the focus of attention, the girl in white was stunned for a moment, her body trembled uncontrollably, and she couldn't help it

Crying out.

The old man's mouth was full of bitterness, and for the first time he had the urge to strangle this favorite disciple to death.

Wei Tao raised his head at this time and said in a gentle tone, "If the old gentleman wants to take them away, it is best to go faster, lest something unexpected happen later."

Boom!

The old man's throat surged, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, immediately gave a deep salute, and quickly left the Taoist temple with his disciples.

Wei Tao watched the group go away, and then turned his head to look at Martial Master Wen, "There was another person outside just now, didn't you plan to cut the grass and eradicate the roots?"

This time, Martial Master Wen did not respond.

Instead, the black-faced man spoke, "Our time is precious, and since that person has not provoked us and has nothing worthy of our attention, there is no need to spend energy on him."

"Oh? What is it that deserves your attention?"

"We have traveled thousands of miles to come here, and the purpose is the same as that of Wei Daozi."

The black-faced swordsman was expressionless, and said straightforwardly, "But after meeting Wei Daozi by chance tonight, the object of our attention has temporarily become Wei Daozi, you.

After all, even she herself said that you are the strongest of the younger generation of the sect, and it is worth our time and energy until you join us."

"Who is she?"

"We can't say her name yet, Wei Daozi can come back later."

"Can't say it, then forget it."

Wei Tao's gaze wandered back and forth over several people, and his expression became more and more puzzled, "Your eye expressions and the tone and content of your words give me a very strange feeling.

And the silk in your body reminds me of a friend from a long time ago, and that friend's teacher."

"What's the name of Wei Daozi's friend?"

"Her surname is Bai, and her name is Bai Yoyo."

Wei Tao paused, and added, "She may also be called Bai Yiyi, and the third name is Bai Lingyu."

"As for who her teacher is, I don't really want to say, and you don't need to ask any more."

Martial Master Wen raised his head at this moment and sneered in a very strange tone, "It turned out to be Bai Youyou's little, it was really a bit unexpected, she was still Wei Daozi's friend."

Wei Tao's brows furrowed, and it was difficult to describe how he felt at this time for a while.

This Wen Martial Master, at least at the level of the Grandmaster of the Cathode, may even be the Great Grandmaster of the Yin Pole Yangsheng, such a level of strength, whether it is in the Imperial Court Sect or in the Southern Xinjiang and Northern Wilderness, can be called a bigwig-level figure who dominates one side.

However, the current Wen Martial Master gave him a very awkward feeling.

Especially the look in his eyes and the tone of his sneer, even made his scalp a little numb and gave him goosebumps.

Wei Tao was silent for a moment, and then suddenly asked seriously, "Is the practice practiced by the martial artist directly pointing to the sunflower treasure book of the incarnation of heaven and man?"

Martial Master Wen shook his head, and without much concealment, he spoke directly, "Before joining us, what I practiced was a lotus flower, not a sunflower as Wei Daozi said."

Lotus, Grandmaster, surname Wen.

Once combined, the three elements immediately dispel the fog and illuminate the darkness.

Wei Tao slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, "Martial Master Wen, in fact, it should be Qinglian Wenzuo's envoy."

Wen Yan said, "Wei Daozi said in the past, and for me now, this name no longer has any meaning."

"The name doesn't make sense anymore?"

Wei Tao's tone gradually became solemn, "Is it meaningless to hear the name of the Zuo Envoy, or is it the same as these companions of yours?"

Wen Yan slowly turned his head and looked at a person beside him, "Fanci, Yetian, Yedi, and Yeren, but these are all former names, and they naturally have no meaning for us now."

"Qinglian's left and right envoys, the three swordsmen of the Sword Pavilion."

Wei Tao lowered his eyes, "I have to say, you hide your qi and deceive your perception

The ability is so strong that even I can fool it."

"I first noticed that something seemed wrong here, I thought that there was only one martial arts grandmaster at most in it, but it wasn't until I came in and sat down that I suddenly realized that all of you were at the strength level above the grandmaster."

Speaking of this, he sighed secretly, "The concentric knots woven by the mysterious silk are so mysterious and mysterious."

Wen Yan said lightly, "Seeing our strength, why didn't Wei Daozi look for an opportunity to leave, but wanted to sit with us all the time?"

Wei Tao asked rhetorically, "If I'm leaving, can you let me go?"

"It's not easy to meet Daozi on a snowy night, so naturally we can't let Daozi go alone."

Wei Tao smiled gently, "Isn't this done, since it's not easy to leave, it's better to stay for the time being, and you can have a little more time to observe what kind of secrets you are hiding."

Qinglian envoys left and right, and the three great sword masters opened their mouths in unison, "As long as Wei Daozi can join us, he will naturally know what secrets we have."

Wei Tao's smile became gentle, "What if I don't want to join you?"

The five of them spoke in unison, "Tonight's encounter with Wei Daozi is the cause, which corresponds to the result of being one with us, which is the so-called cycle of cause and effect, one drink and one peck, and its own destiny."

Click!

Click!!

With this bonfire as the center, the masonry on the ground shattered inch by inch.

There were also dense cobwebs that spread outward, covering the entire hall in an instant.

Even the walls, beams, and roofs were climbed up with cobwebs.

The breath froze suddenly.

The campfire was silently extinguished.

The entire Taoist temple suddenly fell into a dark and dead silence.

The six figures still stood still.

No one spoke, let alone burst out.

It was as if it had been transformed into six statues of gods, but its position had been moved from the back wall to the center of the main hall.

Click!

There was another soft sound, coming from the roof tiles.

The only well-preserved building in the Taoist temple is on the verge of crumbling.

Airplanes!

Beneath the bulging baggage, the three rusty swords trembled spontaneously.

Flew into the hands of three swordsmen at the same time.

Wen Yan and Fan Ci sealed their hands, as if the green lotus was blooming, and the petals were in full bloom.

Boom!

Suddenly, a dull heartbeat overwhelmed the sound of the blossoming sword and echoed in the dark void.

Wei Tao held the Yuan Fetal Fist Seal with both hands, and the momentum of the whole person continued to rise.

The two sides are intertwined with gas and engines, and the battle is about to break out.

At this moment, several screams rang out from afar.

The swordsman who had just left, and a few of his disciples, were not able to leave after all, and all fell into the depths of the wilderness and snow.

An old man with a rickety figure and white hair wiped the blood from his lips and walked slowly towards the dilapidated Taoist temple.

His movements looked slow, and he was completely like an old man who had reached the end of his life.

But if you look closely, you will see that he does not seem to exist in the dark snow.

The old figure loomed, flickering in and out.

It always disappears suddenly, and then appears in another place without warning.

Every time he took a trembling step, he would be swept by the wind and suddenly rise, crossing a distance of at least a few tens of feet.

But they didn't leave any traces in the snow, at most a few very shallow footprints.

And as the old man approached, the wind howled, sweeping through the ice and snow.

In an instant, he broke through the darkness and descended on the dilapidated Taoist temple.

Bang!

The barely maintained hall collapsed at this moment.

Walls were broken, beams and columns were broken, roofs fell and fell to the ground.

A large canopy of smoke and dust swept up, covering the six figures facing each other inside.

Rumble!

The majestic breath converges

Missing.

A somewhat distorted figure slowly raised its head, and a happy smile appeared on its wrinkled and furrowed face.

"The good grandson is really right, in this kind of wilderness, he can even let the old man meet a martial arts master who is sympathetic to heaven and man."

"Go back, whatever reward you want, Ancestor, I will rely on you."

Young Master Hong tried to calm down the agitated emotions, "Grandson doesn't need any reward, as long as the ancestor is happy."

"You are a good boy, even if you are not much better than the eldest grandson of the eldest grandson, the ancestor remembered your name, and he will definitely cultivate it well in the future."

Young Master Hong's face turned red, and he knelt down and kowtowed heavily, "Grandson, thank you for the love of your ancestors!"

The old man slowly closed his eyes and sighed, "When you are in the capital, you still need to restrain yourself, and now that you have come to such a bitter cold place, you can let the old man replenish his consumption, and by the way, he can also fight the tooth sacrifice that he has endured for several years."

The cold wind is howling and the snow is falling.

The smoke and dust that rose high gradually cleared.

"Oh?"

The ancestor of the Hong family suddenly let out a soft sigh, and the eyes that had just been closed immediately opened.

He stared at the six figures standing silently among the ruins, his originally cloudy eyes lit up little by little, and the relaxed and happy smile on his face quietly disappeared, replaced by a little doubt and solemnity.

"Two Qinglian Grandmasters, three Kendo Grandmasters."

"And this young man, even the old man I can't see through what the roots are."

The tip of the Hong family's ancestor kept moving like a withered branch, and his puzzled and solemn expression gradually faded, and finally turned into a crazy and distorted smile.

"Three martial arts masters, three kendo masters, it seems that this time the divine will descended on the Nine Holy Mountain, but I don't know how many cow ghosts and snake gods have been attracted!"

Bang!!!

At this moment, a thunderclap exploded.

Wei Tao's body was like lightning, his fist was like a mountain, and he smashed heavily on the lotus seal launched by Qinglian's left and right envoys at the same time.

Rumble!

The ground caved into a large crater.

Qinglian double-made her legs sink deep into it.

Wei Tao jumped high with the help of his strength, narrowly avoided a sword light that bloomed quietly, and fell quickly towards the empty space on one side.

At this moment, two more sword lights reflected in the void.

Left and right crossed, front and back occluded.

Completely blocked his whereabouts.

The ancestor of the Hong family narrowed his eyes slightly, and a look of curiosity and expectation appeared in his eyes.

Swish!

Without warning, the two sword rays fell into the air at the same time, silently sinking into the ground, instantly cutting and tearing out a criss-cross pitch-black rift.

"It turned out to be the Lingming Grandmaster, this hand is a bit interesting."

The ancestor of the Hong family chased after the ghostly figure, his gaze condensed on Wei Tao's ever-changing wings, and a slight expression flashed on his face.

"From this point of view, this young Lingming Grandmaster is alone, but if you want to take him down, you actually need two Qinglian Grandmasters and three Kendo Grandmasters to join forces, they simply use the mentality of the lion fighting the rabbit and doing their best to the extreme."

"In this case, if the persimmon wants to pick up the soft pinch, the old man will take him down first, and then concentrate on dealing with the remaining five people."

The ancestor of the Hong family moved as he wished, his body moved at will, and he suddenly stepped forward, and the whole person disappeared in place.

When he reappeared, he came to Wei Tao without warning.

Stretching out his wizened arm, he grabbed it.

"The old thing is looking for death!"

Wei Tao's heart jumped suddenly, only to feel that this grasp seemed ordinary and ordinary, but it completely blocked all his dodge space, and there was no way to hide at all, and there was no way to retreat.

In that case, then don't hide or retreat.

Click!

The ancestor of the Hong family fell with one claw, but the place where he started was slippery.

Slightly surprised, he looked at a long snake that suddenly wrapped around his arm.

"It's ......"

"Isn't he a Lingming Grandmaster, why did he suddenly give birth to the tail of a snake cultivator?"

The ancestor of the Hong family was slightly stunned, and then grabbed and stirred.

Click!

In an instant, the black scales shattered, and the skin opened and the flesh opened.

It's just a simple gesture, and the long tail of the snake is almost cut off by the waist.

Rumble!

Wei Tao's anger rose in his heart, but he also turned sharply with the help of the power of the shock.

Shapeshifting and transposing, he broke away from the surroundings of the ancestor of the Hong family, wrapped in a howling wind, and pressed in a certain direction.

Just because of the momentary distraction, the ancestor of the Hong family lost the opportunity to continue to shoot.

He stared at the out-of-control figure, and a cold light suddenly flashed in his cloudy eyes.

When the huge wind pressure fell, Young Master Hong raised his head suddenly.

He hadn't recovered from his ecstasy yet, and his consciousness suddenly went blank in horror.

He tried to turn around and run away, but found that he couldn't even move his toes.

Just because Wei Tao had already choked his neck.

Boom!

Young Master Hong's frightened expression froze at this moment, and then he lost all consciousness.

Wei Tao casually threw away the headless corpse, and looked calmly at the ancestor of the Hong family who had just landed and stood upright.

"Old thing, you want to sneak up on me while you're in chaos?"

"Then cut off your roots first, and then kill your people!"

(End of chapter)