"Dao Shi Xue, are you sure that if you hit two or two, it is really me who suffers?" said Dao Shi Yue in a meaningful tone.

"What do you mean?" Daoist Xue's eyes were cold.

Dao Shiyue didn't answer her, but Ding Qinghan on the side suddenly made a move, stabbed her chest with a sword, and replied expressionlessly: "What do you mean to kill!"

"Why?" Daoist Xue looked incredulous.

This time, Ding Qinghan didn't answer her, but changed to Daoist Yue Fei, stood in front of her, approached and said, "Sister, don't you understand? From beginning to end, the two of us are the real cooperative relationship, and you ...... It's the outsider!"

"The surname is Ding, you should understand what I want to say!" Daoist Xue ignored Daoist Shiyue and looked at Ding Qinghan.

"Humph!" Ding Qing snorted coldly and asked rhetorically, "Daoist Xue, do you still remember that sixteen years ago, in Tassel Town, the little boy who was cursed by you with resentful spirits?"

Hearing Ding Qinghan say this, Daoist Xue remembered that sixteen years ago, in a small town, on a whim, he did curse a little boy with a resentful spirit.

"Daoist Xue, if you do too much injustice, you will kill yourself, you are to blame for today, and you can't blame others!" Daoist Shiyue raised the black umbrella in his hand and aimed at Daoist Xue's forehead to send out a black arc of air.

Obviously, this time Dao Shi Yue was real, without the slightest mercy, as soon as the black arc air flow came out, Dao Shi Xue's head immediately exploded.

Ding Qinghan was not idle, he reached out and quickly pulled out the iron sword that was still inserted in Daoist Xue's body, and aimed it at her heart, piercing the heart with a sword.

"You're so good that you hurt me like this!" Not far away, a picture scroll stood in mid-air, Daoist Xue climbed out of it with a brush that was dripping blood, and when he looked at Ding Qinghan and the two of them, his eyes were full of monstrous murderous aura!

As an immortal in the painting, he naturally didn't die so easily, but after receiving a full blow from Dao Shiyue and a sword from Ding Qinghan, Dao Shixue's face obviously became much paler.

Dao Shiyue saw the strange brush at a glance, her face changed suddenly, and she hurriedly approached Ding Qinghan and whispered: "Be careful of the brush in her hand, don't be touched by the blood on it, otherwise you will become her puppet!"

After speaking, he hurriedly handed Ding Qinghan a flower umbrella.

"It's worthy of being my good sister, and she really knows my methods very well, but sometimes, just knowing enough is far from enough!" Daoist Xue squeezed the brush in her hand and drew a circle in midair.

It's a very weird brush, it's dripping blood, it's always there, and it can leave blood in mid-air.

Shout!

These blood stains that were paused in mid-air turned into countless tiny blood beads, aiming at Ding Qinghan and shooting them quickly.

Seeing this, Daoist Yue hurriedly opened the black umbrella in front of him, and when he turned around, he suddenly found that Ding Qinghan had abandoned the umbrella and did not use it, and his figure flashed, and he actually rushed directly towards Daoist Xue.

"Qinghan, what are you doing, don't go over, come back!" Ding Qinghan's actions startled Dao Shiyue, and she hurriedly shouted loudly.

However, Ding Qinghan didn't listen at all, didn't make any response, and even accelerated the speed of rushing forward!

Seeing that he was about to be hit by the flying blood beads, Ding Qinghan suddenly disappeared out of thin air and reappeared, and the iron sword in his hand had already penetrated Daoist Xue's body.

"How is that possible?" Dao Shi Xue looked incredulous.

Ding Qing looked at her coldly and indifferently, slowly pulled out the iron sword little by little, and then inserted it violently, and held the hilt of the sword, turning it around fiercely a few times, until the Taoist master couldn't squeak in pain, he didn't stop.

Looking at Daoist Xue, Ding Qinghan leaned closer and said: "Actually, I discovered a problem with you a long time ago, you are very forgetful, and the interesting thing is that you didn't even know it, so it didn't take long for you to forget, why do you and I want to cooperate!"

"Hmph~" Ding Qing snorted coldly, and continued: "Do you finally remember? Between us, it's never that you need me, let alone that I need you, but for you, I'm too strong!"

"I know you're hard to kill, but it's just hard after all, it doesn't mean you won't die!" Saying this, Ding Qinghan put on the [Death Gaze] mask.

"You...... What did you do to me!" After Ding Qinghan put on the mask, Dao Shixue found that her body was constantly aging, but in a moment, she was already old like an eighty or ninety-year-old old lady, and her body was too thin to look good.

Ding Qinghan didn't care about this, he only thought about revenge now, the pain brought to him by the curse of the resentful spirit at the beginning is still fresh in his memory.

Ignoring Daoist Xue's tragic condition, Ding Qinghan bit his finger and drew a strange blood totem on his mask.

"You...... You're still a spell!" Daoist Xue saw what Ding Qinghan wanted to do, and her complexion turned gray in an instant.

"Also!" I saw Ding Qinghan pinching the trick with his left hand, and pressing his right index finger on the center of Daoist Xue's eyebrows, the blood totem on his mask seemed to come to life, and it actually swam along his right arm to his index finger, and finally got into the center of Daoist Xue's eyebrows.

"The surname Ding, you are so ruthless!" After the blood totem drilled into the center of his eyebrows, Daoist Xue seemed to have been pierced by thousands of holes, and there was no place in his body that was not guilty.

Seeing the Taoist Xue rolling in the water in pain, Ding Qinghan's eyes were very calm, the ancient well was waveless, and he couldn't be clearer about the pain of being cursed by the resentful spirit.

Although Daoist Xue said that her cultivation is not as good as before, how can she say that she is also a painting immortal of the Three Daoyangs, but you have also seen that this kind of pain, obviously she can't stand it.

You must know that sixteen years ago, Ding Qinghan was just eight years old, and the key was that he hadn't started cultivating yet, but in the face of this exaggerated pain, he still survived.

"The surname is Ding, you forced me!" There was suddenly no movement in the water, and then, Daoist Xue sank to the bottom of the water, not because she died, but because she gave up this body.

Sure enough, on the water not far in front of Ding Qinghan, a woman in red with a new face was lying there.

Dao Shiyue walked over, couldn't help but shake her head and said: "Dao Shixue, you are really willing, hundreds of years of Shou Yuan said not to want it, but if you do this, I am afraid that in the future, there will be no difference between being alive and dead!"

"Cut~ I can have today, all thanks to the two of you, after today, if I don't die, he will definitely want you not to die!" Daoist Xue raised his head and looked at the two of them with a hideous face and roared.

"Hmph, I want to go, I want you to die here tonight!" Dao Shi Yue slammed out, not giving Dao Shi Xue a chance to escape.

was about to make a death move, and suddenly found that the Taoist Xue in front of her turned out to be a fake, not her real body at all!

"Hahaha, my good sister, I didn't expect you to calculate all your life, but in the end you still can't keep your mother!" In the distance, the voice of Daoist Xue came.

Seeing that Daoist Shiyue was about to step forward to chase after her, Ding Qinghan hurriedly stopped: "No need to chase, leave her alive for the time being!"

"But ......!" Daoist Shiyue wanted to say that this was a rare opportunity, but was stopped by Ding Qinghan: "Let her go, I have done something to her, sooner or later she will come back and kneel and beg me!"

"After twelve years, this road has finally come to an end. Listening to Ding Qinghan's words, Dao Shiyue couldn't help but sigh.

Yes, who would have thought that this is a plan that has been in the works for twelve years!

Twelve years ago, it was cloudy, and the dead man's mountain.

The young Ding Qinghan strayed into a mass grave and picked up a dilapidated oil-paper umbrella, but accidentally saved the life of Daoist Yue.

Perhaps it was destined in the dark, and an accident made two originally unrelated people go to the same path of revenge.

At that time, Ding Qinghan had not yet started to cultivate, but he had awakened the Dao platform, and in the days that followed, he was seriously injured by Dao Shiyue, and it took ten years to teach him to practice.

It wasn't until two years ago that their revenge plan began.

"To be continued............

OK, the revenge chapter is over.