When this familiar face stabbed towards him with a blank face, Meng Juntong was like a puppet who had lost all reflexes, standing there in a daze, watching two points of cold light enlarge in his eyes.

Liu Baicong, it's really him, that handsome facial features, delicate eyes, and a little red sand above the eyebrows, every detail is impeccable, all of them are the same as in the past, the only difference is that the former Liu Baicong looked at Meng Juntong's eyes, always with tenderness, and at this moment his eyes are only cold.

When the sharp sword blade was only less than half an inch away from Meng Juntong's throat, only to hear three consecutive golden sounds, the sword in the hand of 'Liu Baicong' directly turned into three sections.

"Meng Juntong, you can see clearly, what you see in front of you is just a marionette, you give me back to my senses. "A gust of wind swept behind Meng Juntong, and with a bang, the 'Liu Baicong' was directly stripped of half of the dough, and the back of the dough revealed dry wood.

Meng Juntong's eyebrows shrank, the Bai Ze sword in his hand stabbed out, a sword passed through the puppet's chest, and his wrist twisted, directly smashing the puppet.

Meng Juntong roared angrily: "What kind of person are you, if you have the guts, get out of here, and use my relatives to disturb my Dao heart, such a despicable act, even Huangquan Dao should not be damaged so much!"

As Meng Juntong destroyed the puppet, the eight fine silver filaments that had invisibly pulled 'Liu Baicong' all quietly retreated.

That person was a puppeteer, Meng Juntong knew that this was an outlier among cultivators, and he had a tradition in the north and south of Miaojiang in the past, and the school was very obscure, and he never came into contact with the mainstream cultivation sect. It's just that Meng Juntong can't understand that in order to imitate such a perfect puppet, it must be to copy the real person at close range, and even he has not been able to see through that 'Liu Baicong' is a puppet, which shows that this puppeteer's craftsmanship is profound, and he has entered the realm. The most important thing is that he must have personally contacted Liu Baicong in the past.

If it was before the Shaohua Tribulation, then Meng Juntong could still accept it, after all, Shaohua at that time often had immortals to imitate, whether she was at that time, Liu Baicong, they all had frequent contact with the outside immortals.

But if it wasn't before the Shaohua Tribulation, after Shaohua was frozen by the two saints joining forces, then the situation would be different. It is likely that Huangquan had already captured the frozen Shaohua, and even managed to capture their former Shaohua companions from the ice. This situation is absolutely unacceptable to Meng Juntong.

Five hundred steps away, in front of the lookout, the originally cold Blood Jialuo was looking at the man with a hat that suddenly appeared in front of him with a solemn expression.

Ah Wen pressed the sword gourd on his waist with one hand, and had already pulled out the wooden knife with the other, and he was the one who had just thrown three knives and cut off the sword in the puppet's hand. The person who woke up Meng Juntong in time was also him.

At this moment, Ah Wen did not have the slightest hint of smiling on his body, and the face that was difficult for anyone to remember was covered with frost and coldness, and he slowly raised his knife and pointed at Xuejialuo: "You have crossed the line." ”

The moment he was pointed at his body by the ridiculous-looking wooden knife, Xuejialuo felt that he had an urge to kneel down for the man in front of him, but after all, as one of the top ten underworld commanders of Huangquan Dao, his pride made it impossible for him to do such a thing rather than die.

"Senior, you have also crossed the line! Everything in the world, you ...... Uhhh Good

It stands to reason that when he reaches such a path as Mortal Shuai, it is to be reborn, which is by no means a difficult thing for him, but Xuejialuo found that the flesh that was cut by the wooden knife of the man in front of him seemed to be cursed by something, and it was constantly rotting. However, this rotting poison will not kill him, and every time it decays to the point where it is broken, it will stop on its own and will not continue to rot.

"You've crossed the line. Ah Wen still gave four words: no temperature, extremely cold.

In pain, he clutched his severed arm and sat down on the lookout, his eyes filled with pain, fear, and endless resentment.

Ah Wen's knife did not put away, but slowly pointed in the other direction: "Puppeteer? ”

"No! you can't kill him!" he shouted in a high-pitched voice, but it was too late, and about a thousand paces away, in a corner that lurked under the eaves, two dazzling clouds of blood suddenly bloomed.

Ah Wen turned his head and glanced at Xuejialuo with disdain: "Just rely on you, and you want to protect people in front of me?"

"Senior! My name is Xuejialuo, and I am the commander of Huangquan Dao! By doing this, you are declaring war on the entire Huangquan Dao. Bloody Gaara's head was covered in sweat, and the intense pain seemed to tear at his flesh at every moment, but he still gritted his teeth and stood up again.

Ah Wen sneered: "It's almost the same as your master Yanaro to tell me, you, hehe, you really can't represent Huangquan Dao." You might as well turn on your spiritism and ask Jenaro for help now, I would like to see if he dares to come down and meet me. ”

In his words, Ah Wen was filled with contempt and disdain for Huangquan Dao. However, Xuejialuo felt a chill in his body, and he should have felt that what Awen said was not a joke.

In fact, from the moment he met Ah Wen, he had been secretly using spiritism to communicate with the great Huangquan Dao Master, but the other party had not reacted to him at all, and this kind of thing had never happened.

"How many Shaohua people have been slaughtered, do you still have a count in your heart?" Ah Wen swept the wooden knife in his hand, and didn't even raise his eyes to look at this handsome man.

At this moment, Blood Gara had an impulse to simply launch the Hades Devouring Technique and sacrifice himself to the Underworld in exchange for the power that devoured everything.

"Heh, I advise you not to move that thought, the fish die and the net is broken, do you think that the Hades Devouring Technique is something you can use if you want to? Shaohua That time, if it weren't for sacrificing so many Huangquan dead soldiers to attract attention, do you think that with a miscellaneous fish, you can activate the Hades Devouring Technique?" Speaking of this, Ah Ming held the wooden knife in his back hand and pointed in the direction where Xuejialuo was: "If you don't believe it, give it a try and see if the underworld will resonate with you." ”

Completely desperate, he let go of the white bone human leather fan he held in one hand and knelt down in front of Awen.