He Zhan.

The true identity of the black-robed man was actually the second master of the He family, He Zhan, and the scene was in an uproar.

Everyone's jaws fell to the ground, and they couldn't understand why the second master of the He family pretended to be someone from the Nan clan and wantonly killed the three major families.

“......”

Meng Qiu's eyes widened, he didn't expect things to develop so outrageously, the hatred of the clan, the cannibalism of brothers, and the drama of father and son against each other were staged, it was really exciting.

"Second brother, do you know what you're doing?" He Wu's face was hideous, and his voice was low and terrifying.

"Can't you see what I'm doing?"

He Zhan glanced at He Wu with great sarcasm, and said with a cold smile: "Of course I killed you." ”

"Why?" He Wu really didn't understand why He Zhan wanted to kill himself.

"Wan'er, because you killed Wan'er. He Zhan was emotional, almost roaring.

"Back then, Nan Suwan of the Nan family, what an amazing and brilliant woman, just because she rejected your He Wu's pursuit, she designed to destroy the Nan family, forcibly occupied her, and finally killed her, you say, do you want to kill you?"

He Zhan's voice was full of hatred and pain, and tears kept slipping down, choking up.

"I hate, if I had been there, there would have been no tragedy of the Nan family's annihilation, but there was no if, when I came back, everything was a foregone conclusion. ”

"Goodbye Wan'er, things have long been wrong, at that time, she was disillusioned and lifeless because her family was destroyed. ”

"It wasn't until I found out that Nan'er had Nan'er that I could occasionally see her smile, but you still didn't let her go. ”

He Zhan's emotions became more and more excited, and finally he cried and laughed.

"You have calculated everything, but I didn't expect that Wan'er and I are in love, and we have been together for a long time, with Nan'er. ”

"In order to confuse you, Wan'er reluctantly curbed Nan'er's growth, so as to create the illusion of premature birth and make you mistakenly think that Nan'er is your child. ”

"Haha, you didn't expect that, did you?"

"In addition, Wan'er's only wish before her death was that Nan'er would be able to kill the enemy and kill all the three major families, so I ran around, exhausted countless treasures, and sent Nan'er to the Ethereal Sword Sect ......"

"Enough. ”

He Wu was completely furious, glared at He Zhan and He Xiaonan, his whole body trembled with anger, and he scolded: "Slut, no wonder you ...... It turned out to be you......"

The truth of everything was revealed, and He Zhan secretly forbearance for twenty years was to avenge his beloved woman today.

"Dog thief, return my mother's life. ”

He Xiaonan's spiritual power roared around him, and a sword broke through He Wu's spiritual pressure, and the sword stepped out, and the whole person turned into a sword light and stabbed straight out.

"Bastard, today will completely cut off your Nan bloodline. ”

He Wu stomped on the ground with the soles of his feet, reached out with both hands, grabbed the flying sword light, pulled it backwards, and threw it out.

The sword light turned into He Xiaonan's appearance in the air, landed on the ground, and turned back, and at the same time, there were four hundred more sword qi around him, which was the void sword style in the nine styles of the divine sword.

Fierce confrontation......

I don't know when, Meng Qiu grabbed a chicken leg and came to He Zhan's side, sighed and said, "Uncle Zhan, you are not authentic. ”

"You weren't poisoned?" He Zhan looked at Meng Qiu, who was swinging to his side, a little surprised.

"Yes. Meng Qiu took a bite of the chicken leg and explained while eating: "No, it's a cure to attack poison with poison." ”

"You're a liar?"

"Don't believe it, pull it down. ”

Meng Qiu threw away the chicken bones in his hand, wiped his mouth, and asked with a straight face, "What's wrong with your body?"

Since refining thousands of spirit seeds in Wangtian Valley, as well as rewarded spirit stones, Meng Qiu has continuously practiced the Immortal Sutra from the first layer to the second layer of pure spirits, and his perception of life has made a great leap.

Therefore, Meng Qiu could see at a glance that there was a big problem with He Zhan's body, and on the surface he looked no different from ordinary people, but on the inside, he had reached the point where he had run out of oil and dried up, and his life was short.

He Zhan was stunned for a moment, a little surprised that Meng Qiu could see his hypocrisy and reality, he was indeed forcibly improving his strength by overdrawing his life in order to take revenge.

He Zhan was silent for a while, then sighed and said, "Wan'er has been waiting alone for twenty years, and I should also go to accompany her." ”

In the face of death, He Zhan did not despair, but faced it very calmly, or kept begging for death.

"What should Xiao Nan do? I have been a thief as my father for 20 years, and I just recognized you, can I bear it?"

Meng Qiu's tone was aggravated, a little angry, Xiao Nan lost his mother since he was a child, and was oppressed by He Wu and others for twenty years, and now he finally recognized his biological father, and he had to face a parting of life and death, which was too cruel.

"My heart died twenty years ago, and it's just this skin that lives. ”

He Zhan's answer made Meng Qiu speechless, with the Immortal Sutra, he could completely help He Zhan continue his life, but he was silent, because you can never save a person who is bent on death.

"Nan'er won. ”

He Zhan's voice sounded again, drawing Meng Qiu's gaze towards the battle circle.

Compared with He Xiaonan's authentic Ethereal Sword Sect inheritance, He Wu's wild path is not an opponent at all, and he is also a cultivator of the eighth layer of qi refining, and he was unilaterally beaten.

"Thief, if you kill my mother, today you will sacrifice her spirit in heaven with your blood. ”

He Xiaonan stabbed out with a sword, preparing to end He Wu's life.

"Hehe, hahaha......"

In the face of He Xiaonan's death sword, He Wu let out a long series of strange laughs in his throat, and a dark aura burst out of his body at the same time, throwing He Xiaonan out fiercely, and there was a sound of bones shattering.

What's going on?

The sudden change shocked everyone again, and the battle that had been won and lost was reversed again.

"Do you think you're going to win?"

He Wu's whole body was surrounded by pitch-black spiritual power, his aura was eerie and terrifying, and his strength rose again.

"Necromantic power. ”

At the banquet, Ge Lao exclaimed, revealing the source of He Wu's strength.

"Old Ge, what is the power of necromancy?"

Seeing the horror on Elder Ge's face, Meng Qiu hurriedly asked, to make a foundation building monk lose his temper like this, this power must be extraordinary.

"The power of the necromancy is the spiritual power that is cultivated through the refining of dead corpses, which is extremely powerful and infinitely harmful. ”

"However, the cultivation method of the power of the necromancy is in the hands of the secret door, could it be that He Wu is a person from the secret door?"

Ge Lao was worried, a hundred years ago, the secret gate was raging, the killing swept the entire border wilderness, the mortal world suffered countless casualties, and the immortal cultivation world also lost soldiers and generals, so the secret gate was completely suppressed.

The power of the necromancer can use the corpse to fight, infinitely enhancing the strength of the cultivator, so the people of the secret door can cross the border to fight, and once the dead people start, the strength of the secret door will become stronger and stronger.

At this time, He Wu absorbed the dead qi in the corpses of the dead people of the three major families, and his combat power could be comparable to that of a monk in the foundation building period.

"It doesn't matter what kind of dead air you are, the power of necromancy, but you can't beat my brother. ”

After listening to Ge Lao's popular science, Meng Qiu was not afraid, but looked eager to try, and the spirit sword in his hand turned into a streamer and flew out.