The mountain wind was howling, and the cold snowflakes fell on Su Musha's body, but the coolness could not anesthetize Su Musha's pain at all.

If there is a moment of hesitation, maybe the final result is that the mind eater is torn apart by the refining corpse, and Su Musha also died on the spot, maybe this body will be taken away by the dying and decrepit Hanshanzi.

Between the lightning and flint, Su Musha's heart did not have any luck psychology, he was originally cultivated from the bottom of the Xuanyang Sect, and later he was killed by others, probably no one knows better than Su Musha, sometimes, hating himself, in order to survive.

The world is safe and perfect.

I want to live, and I want to be intact, that kind of thing probably only exists in the protagonist of the Zhiwei novel, Su Musha doesn't believe this, so although he is embarrassed now, he still survived after all.

Fortunately, the dragon's evil qi continued to circulate in Su Musha's body, as if it had turned into some kind of source of vitality, constantly neutralizing the afterglow of thunder in Su Musha's body.

The Thunderer, the Wood variant, and the Dragon, the Eastern, is a wood.

Lying in the snow like this for a long time, Su Musha felt that his strength gradually recovered from the hundreds of bones in his limbs, and he stood up with difficulty.

Faltering, Su Musha stood in front of Han Shanzi.

The old man was half-lying in the snow, perhaps trying to make himself look less embarrassed, his thin hands, holding on to the handle of the black umbrella, but his upper body was trembling in the air, and he didn't know if it was because of the cold or because of the pain.

Su Musha released the Mind Eater again, and in today's scene, Su Musha's weak body can no longer do any strength.

The Mind Eater picked up Han Shanzi and followed behind Su Musha, walking towards a Taoist meditation room that had not collapsed on the side.

Even if Han Shanzi's body was resisted on his shoulder, he still maintained his previous posture, obviously his physical body had become stiff under the baptism of the Five Thunder Righteous Law, and even at this moment, Han Shanzi had lost control of his physical body.

He's ...... Old.

The flesh is no longer alive.

......

Half a day later, Han Shanzi lay in the quiet room in embarrassment, with a frightened expression in his eyes, looking at Su Musha's gaze, as if looking at some terrifying ghostly ghost.

Many of the acupuncture points around him were sealed by square inch needles, but obviously when Su Musha tortured Han Shanzi, he was far less patient than he was with Chu Han.

The smell of blood filled the entire quiet room, a robe had turned into a messy strip of cloth, and there was no good meat left on Han Shanzi's thin body.

Su Musha sat aside, the silk threads that were constantly being woven in his hands, and the delicate means were connecting the silk threads with each other, and it seemed that he was going to weave a net.

"Hanshanzi Daoyou, in Su's life, what I admire the most is the person with a hard mouth, the person who can hide the secret!" Su Mu covered his eyes and lowered his eyebrows, but his divine sense did not cover Hanshanzi at all, and he continued to take care of himself, "I think at the beginning, Su Mou was also like a fellow Daoist of Hanshanzi, his mouth was very hard, and then he ...... Oh, don't mention it. ”

"Su is from Gu Han Country, he has always been famous for torture in the mortal world, there are eighteen tortures, even if he is a cold-blooded person like Su, sometimes when he thinks about it, he will be awakened by nightmares at night, you have suffered seventeen now, Su admire......s!

After that, Su Mu covered his body, wrapped the net in his hand directly around Han Shanzi's body, and then strangled it hard, Rao is Han Shanzi's thin skin, and a lot of meat protruded because of the deep sinking of the silk thread.

"This punishment, in Su's hometown, is called Ling Chi, also called fish scales, you see Su's strangulation, and when you cut it with a knife, it will be a piece of meat...... When Su did not enter the immortal road, he had never been an executioner, and he didn't know much about this way, but he saw the whole family die under the fish scales, and after looking at it, he also had some experience, it is said that there is a master of this way, who can cut a thousand knives and make people immortal, presumably Su can't do it, Taoist friends are so thin, and the whole body is afraid that there is no meat with a thousand knives to cut ......"

Su Musha's voice was hoarse and flat, but every word in Han Shanzi's ears was like a demon's whisper, and his cloudy eyes were also full of horror.

"Fellow Daoist...... Daoyou ...... I said, "I'll tell you everything you ask me!"

Han Shanzi's voice begging for mercy suddenly angered Su Musha, and the ghost knife in his hand swung fiercely, cutting off a piece of Han Shanzi's flesh and blood.

"You want to say it again now? I just asked you, why didn't you say it? Su Mou just said that he respected you...... I didn't expect you to be such a boring person, Su Mou suddenly didn't want to know anymore!"

The square inch needle pierced Han Shanzi's body, magnifying the pain of this knife infinitely, and Han Shanzi's voice was already trembling, with a crying voice.

"I ...... Now I just want to die happily! That man is a disciple of the Five Souls Sanren! Nine years ago, I came to the Forest of a Thousand Mountains and worshiped under the Sanren...... Now it is rumored that the Sanren retreat has impacted the realm of the Transformation Stage, and that person is temporarily in charge of the forces under the command of the Sanren...... Now in the Forest of a Thousand Mountains, most of the scattered cultivators have received an order from that person to find a black-robed Taoist who is blind and will appear in the Forest of a Thousand Mountains soon!"

"The man claimed to be a real person with a hundred flowers, and his real name was ...... Xia Yushu!"

Su Musha's hand wielding the knife stopped, and his eyes were clearly empty, and at this moment, they were flashing with a terrifying cold light.

Xia Yushu ...... Baihua real ...... Nine years ago......

Nine years ago, Su Musha once killed the elder brother of the Hundred Flowers of the Prison Demon Palace in the battle between the two sects of the Hanging Moon Demon Sect, and this person's name was Xia Yushu!

......

"When I was seven years old, I met a fortune teller who said...... I was robbed nineteen, I will die when I meet a ghost, originally after today, I will be twenty years old, at first I thought it was going to kill my foundation ghost cultivator, and then I killed him, until I met you again, sure enough...... I'm going to die once......"

......

Knowing today, Su Musha understood the meaning of the last sentence of Xia Yushu that day.

To die once means ...... Can you live again?

Su Musha's eyes flickered, and the light circulating in his empty eyes was unpredictable.

Raising the ghost knife, Su Musha stabbed straight into Han Shanzi's chest.

The old man showed a relieved look on his face, and there was even a trace of gratitude in his cloudy eyes.

Su Musha's mind was no longer on the old man, there was a white ghost fire flickering in his sleeve, burning the old man's body into powder, Su Musha got up and walked out of the door, standing on the top of the mountain, looking into the depths of the forest of a thousand mountains, as if muttering to himself.

Xia Yushu ...... Back then, you lacked one of a hundred flowers, and now you are worshipping under the Five Souls Scattered Sect, do you want to make up for that incomplete ghost flower......

......

Half a moon later, a new Taoist temple was erected on the top of Hanshan Mountain, and a couplet was engraved on the lintel.

"The same dream of eternal cultivation, a game of chess in the vicissitudes of the turbid world"

There are three cloud seal characters on it, iron painting silver hooks, full of killing intent - the concept of common life!