"It's over!"

Wu Wei lamented in his heart.

In the case of inescapability, he gathered the blood qi of his whole body in his brain.

I was at a loss in my heart, not knowing if this slap would smash his head like a watermelon.

Seeing the foul-smelling corpse palm coming towards him, the scarlet wind has reached the door.

When he was less than an inch away from his head, Wu Wei's pupils shrank suddenly.

The corpse palm stopped suddenly.

Taking advantage of the fact that the scorched corpse loosened its grip, Wu Wei snorted, pulled out, rolled and hid in the corner on the side, recalling the scene just now, still having palpitations and cold sweat.

Only then did he realize that the charred corpse was holding a silver knife tightly in his other hand, and his posture was stiff and strange.

The silver knife seemed to fly towards its eyebrows, although it was grasped, but the blade trembled slightly, buzzing non-stop, and there was a faint light on the surface, and there was no weakness at all.

On the contrary, it was the charred corpse, the palm of the hand that held the blade of the knife, and puffs of black smoke came out, making it extremely painful, and let out a beastly roar of pain.

Wu Wei glanced at the retreat stone room with a strange expression, could it be that "Brother Shi" made a move?

It doesn't make sense!

For a moment, his face was shocked.

Do you want to take this opportunity to end this fang once and for all? Or do you want to hurry up and go?

Just when he hesitated, under the coercion of the silver knife, the charred corpse seemed to slowly regain his senses.

Its mouth opened and closed, and air leaked in and out of its throat, and all I could hear was the strange sound of ho-ho, and I didn't know what it was saying.

The charred corpse pointed at the silver knife, repeating the words slowly.

Wu Wei's heart moved, and after listening carefully, he really figured out what it meant.

It seemed to say, "Lang Jun...... Want me to die? ”

Over and over again, unwillingly, repeated.

"Lang Jun...... Want me to die? ”

It's like Huang Furong asked Wu Wei several times in a row, but refused to give up without getting an answer.

The charred corpse asked over and over again.

In response, only the silver knife shone brighter.

A long sullen breath came out of the charred corpse's mouth.

Its right palm suddenly loosened, and the silver knife plunged into its brow.

He took a few steps back and fell to the ground.

"Ho...... Ho ......"

The charred corpse's mouth opened and closed, and the knuckles of his fingers moved slightly.

The silver knife shone brightly, and streams of corpse qi overflowed from its eyebrows, drifting in all directions, and after a while, the charred corpse was completely silent.

With a humming sound, the silver knife turned into a piece of rune paper and fell to the ground.

"Sure enough, it's the means of cultivators."

He thought to himself.

At this moment, the closed door of the stone chamber also collapsed, and the loud noise startled Wu Wei.

stood up and arched his hand at the stone room: "In Xia Wuwei, thank you Shi Daoyou for coming to the rescue!" ”

After waiting for a moment, there was no response from the stone chamber.

"Shi Daoyou?"

Wu Wei tentatively shouted again.

After not responding for a long time, he frowned and cautiously approached the stone chamber.

"Shi Daoyou, take the liberty to disturb!"

Half a step into the stone room, the muscles of the whole body tensed.

Seeing that there was no movement, the whole person entered the stone room.

After a rough glance, his eyelids jumped.

In the center of the stone room, a tall figure was meditating cross-legged.

It's just that Wu Wei didn't feel any breath on him, so he knew that this person was dead.

I don't know if it's because of the closure of the stone room, this corpse is not only well-dressed, but even the whole person's appearance, hair, and skin folds seem to be frozen at a certain moment before his death, except for a little shriveled, it can be seen that it is a middle-aged man.

Nine times out of ten, this person is the "Big Brother Shi" in Huang Furong's mouth, but I don't know how long he has been sitting down.

There were a handful of pills of different colors scattered around him, two or three Taoist scriptures, more than twenty milky white spirit stones, a set of crooked array flags, and a pile of talismans.

With the experience of his previous life, Wu Wei even guessed these objects, and it was not difficult to identify them.

It's just that......

Wu Wei's gaze moved upwards and saw a yellow pocket tied around the waist of the seated monk.

If that's the legendary storage bag, why are these items still so scattered on the floor?

It looked like he was in a hurry to rummage through something.

I remembered Huang Furong's "retreat" before, and I had some guesses in my heart.

Perhaps this "Big Brother Shi" retreat was precisely to impact the next cultivation realm, and when he reached the critical moment, he found that some materials that he thought he had prepared were missing, so he hurriedly shook out all the things in the storage bag.

It seems that "Brother Shi" most likely didn't find the key material, failed to impact the realm, and finally ended up with a feather.

Of course, all this is just Wu Wei's speculation.

As for how much it matches the actual situation, only God knows.

The avenue is difficult to walk, all cultivators want to live forever, and most of them are difficult to get a glimpse of the path of immortality for life, and those who sit in obscurity and seclusion like "Brother Shi" are even more unknown.

With the passage of time, you, me and he have completely disappeared in the long river of history, leaving no trace, as if they never existed.

Thinking of this, even though Wu Wei was not yet a cultivator, he still couldn't help but feel a little gloomy.

He silently snorted at "Big Brother Shi", then bypassed him and walked to the back of the stone room.

In the corner of the stone chamber, Wu Wei found a strangely shaped object.

A long sword stuck in the floor of the stone chamber.

It is about three feet long, the sword body is broad, and the two-character inscription is engraved on it: "Jin Han".

Without getting close to this sword, Wu Wei felt the cold sword aura of this sword, making its cold hairs stand on end.

He had no doubt that if he took one step closer, he would be shattered by the overflowing sword qi.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he was stunned and said, "Could it be that this is the magic weapon of the cultivator!" ”

Judging from the degree of oppression that this sword made Wu Wei feel, this "Big Brother Shi" is at least a cultivator above the Spirit Fetal Realm.

Wu Wei looked at the sword with amazement on his face for a while, and sighed a lot in his heart.

Compared to a reckless man like a body refiner who can only use brute force, sure enough, the sword immortal appearance of the cultivator is much more handsome!

Looking at the sword of "Jin Han", although Wu Wei was itching, he also knew that this was not something he could touch now, and after admiring and reverie for a while, he could only walk away silently.

When he returned to the corpse of "Brother Shi", he suddenly found that there were still three jade slips hidden under him, but they were covered by his wide robe, so he ignored them just now.

Wu Wei confessed to "Brother Shi", and took his jade slip with some curiosity.

The handwriting on the jade slip was vermilion, like the words crying blood, Wu Wei glanced at it roughly, and his expression moved slightly.

It turns out that in this jade slip, it is the self-description of the owner of the stone room, "Brother Shi".

"Yu Ming Shi Changyi, born in Dazhai ......"

The jade slip was very long, Wu Wei found a stone bench to sit down, and read it carefully by the illumination of the moonstone.

The more I read, the more uncertain my face became, and all the complex emotions in my heart came like a tide!