The old man of the national teacher is like an old man in the twilight at this moment, with silver and white hair on his head.

Between his violent coughing, it kept falling out, and his already small hair was even more thinning and pitiful.

The silver hair had not yet fallen to the ground, and had already become ashes, and the meaning of death was very strong.

He covered his lips and coughed violently, and after a moment, he finally calmed down.

The national teacher glanced at Ling Tiansu lightly and said, "Now that this seat has brought the two of you here, it is impossible for that old madman to leave the world alone, so there is no need to be so anxious about killing you." ”

Ling Tiansu was silent.

Since the end of the 10,000 first test, this national teacher Demon Dao couldn't wait to kill him, but now he didn't kill him.

First, it is because this place is an untouchable place for Xingjing.

Second, Ling Tiansu vaguely guessed that if the national teacher didn't kill him at this time, he must have other schemes.

Ling Tiansu silently watched as his eyebrows expanded a little wider, almost expanding into the purple vertical mark on the bridge of his nose, and a purple-black demonic aura that could not be concealed came out strongly.

No, it's not appropriate to say it's demonic energy.

Because the black and purple aura gushing out of his eyebrows was even more weird and evil than the demonic qi.

Wu Ying lay on the ground, although his limbs were controlled, he never gave up struggling.

Until he saw the purple-black qi in the vertical mark between the national teacher's eyebrows, he suddenly stopped the movement in his hand, frowned deeply, and his dark eyes had a touch of blood.

Although he was controlled by others, his innate arrogance still made him hook the corners of his mouth mockingly: "It turns out that the dignified Great Jin National Teacher is neither human nor ghost, neither god nor demon, neither demon nor spirit, but a stinky mouse hiding in the gutter to see people!"

Ling Tiansu was slightly stunned, and Wu Ying seemed to see the origin of the national teacher.

So this national teacher ...... Who the hell?!

The national teacher Lao Dao smiled in a low voice, slowly squatted down his rickety body, and looked at Wu Ying at eye level.

The smile on his face did not show a trace of compassion, only endless coldness.

His deep eyes were as deep as the abyss without the slightest emotion, and he gently tugged at the chains in his hands.

An extremely simple action made Wu Ying's eyes suddenly widen in pain!

The blood song in his eyes was crazy and looming, and he was about to break free from his eyes.

But in the end, the blood song was frozen along with the chill in his eyes, and he was unwilling to hide in the depths of his eyes.

The blood-colored chains wrapped around the sword on the arm of the old master of the national teacher suddenly tightened like the body of a snake, deeply embedded in his flesh full of hideous scars.

But a strange scene happened.

The old national teacher did not show the slightest painful look on his face, but his expression gradually relaxed and comfortable.

It is as if the long-dry soil has finally ushered in the moist enjoyment of spring rain.

On the contrary, it was Wu Ying, whose cold and thin face showed a look of pain, and beads of sweat on his face were frantically oozing from the pores of his skin.

He clasped the earth with both hands, and saw the small sword inserted in his heart, which was inserted a little deeper again, and the tip of the sword was nowhere to be seen.

The chains wrapped around the wrists of the old national teacher became more and more scarlet and terrifying.

Ling Tiansu saw that the scars on his wrists seemed to be torn apart by the claws of the beast, and instantly calmed down a little.

His silver-white hair finally stopped falling with his coughing movements, and even faintly regained a layer of black and gray color, no longer revealing the absolute meaning of death and fiasco.

The hoarse cough turned into a slight wheezing.

Ling Tiansu's eyes were shocked, this national teacher... is actually sucking Wu Ying's soul and lifespan!

The old face of the old national teacher looked like he had regained a trace of youth.

His emotionless eyes instantly turned into extreme fanaticism, and the surprise on his face seemed that even he himself had never expected Wu Ying to bring him such an unexpected and amazing effect.

Feeling the continuous deficit of the body and the catharsis of life, Wu Ying hung his head and knelt weakly on the rough and uneven rocks.

Ling Tiansu also maintained a sitting posture, just at the same height as Wu Ying.

From his point of view, he could see that there was no trace of despair in Wu Ying's gradually blurred dark eyes, but endless rage.

I don't know how strong willpower he has to be the owner, but he didn't let himself faint.

He raised his head suddenly, his dark red eyes were cold, and the two arms that had been pierced suddenly lifted up, and he held the short sword fiercely.

His thin lips opened ruthlessly, and he said coldly: "You want my essence and soul... You stinky rat in the gutter doesn't qualify for that yet!"

The sharp blade of the sword sliced open his palm, and the crimson liquid flowed down his cracked wound and landed on the white mound like a little red plum.

A sharp roar erupted from his mouth, and the black silk headband used to tie his hair burst open.

The long black hair danced like a dragon, and the sharp blade almost cut off his palm.

But he still stubbornly held the blade of the sword and pulled it out.

The national teacher Lao Dao looked at him with an expressionless face, and said ruthlessly: "It's useless, you can't pull out this sword, just as everything you have can't escape the control of this seat." ”

Click!

There was a mocking softness......

It was the sound of the blade scraping against the flesh and bones.

The old national teacher suddenly froze with a confident expression on his face, and he watched the blood-stained sword tip gradually detach from his heart.

Beads of sweat the size of beans trickled down his forehead.

The corners of Wu Ying's lips pursed a resolute arc, but her eyes were like a demon.

The national teacher Lao Dao frowned, then got up and looked down at his movements, his stiff face returned to indifference, and said slowly: "No." ”

The old, thin, chain-wrapped arm lifted slightly.

The palm of his hand slowly fell on Wu Ying's head, as if the old man was reprimanding the junior, and patted his head gently and with a hint of lesson.

The arm deeply embedded in the arm relaxed for a minute, and with the moment of relaxation, the short sword, which still had the potential to leave Wu Ying's body, was once again eroded by a strong force, and pierced into his heart fiercely!

The depth of this submersion is the same as that of Fang Cai.

Wu Ying snorted, his delicate and extraordinary face trembling and twisting slightly from the second damage caused by the short sword, and his palms were cut to blood.

He slowly let go of the short sword, and looked coldly at the old national teacher in front of him who was looking at him condescendingly.

Obviously, there was not much strength left under Fang Cai's short sword counterattack, but he still had to be stubborn and said with difficulty:

"Rashomon, the woman named Shangguan, is most disgusted with the Nine Netherworld Clan in her life. And I, Wu Ying, the most disgusting creature is the ghost baby of the netherworld. She will kill when she sees the underworld, and I will destroy the ghost baby when she sees it!

You old man... The Netherworld is kept in captivity, and the Hades can take away the ghost baby from the Netherworld to control the mutated Spring Silkworm Gu......

Speaking of which, the final source still comes from you, and I thought several times that you were the remnant of the underworld left in the world ten thousand years ago......"

The expression of the national teacher Lao Dao suddenly turned cold, every deep wrinkle on his face seemed to have turned into the sharpest killing intent, his eyes narrowed deeply, and the purple and black qi sprayed from the vertical marks in his eyebrows became more and more intense.

He said in a deep voice, "What do you want to express?"

Ling Tiansu saw the hand he landed on top of Wu Ying's head, and suddenly changed his position.

The five claws were as sharp as hooks, and they were aimed at his head through the void as if they were forbearing, and it seemed that they could fall through everything at any moment.

Wu Ying didn't seem to feel the cold killing intent above his head at all.

He smiled coldly and said, "But I guessed wrong, I guess even that Star Father Wang Yuan and that Sword God Xing Jing can't imagine that the bloodline of the Netherblood Royal Clan will actually have something to do with the Netherworld Ghost Clan, and give birth to such a bloodline as you!"

Hearing this, Ling Tiansu was suddenly shocked in his heart!

As Wu Ying said, even he doubted that this strange demon Dao would be taken away by the underworld left behind.

But he never imagined that he had two bloodlines, one underworld and one ghost.

But this is the truth that even Star Father Wang Yuan and Sword God Xing Jing can't deduce.

That Wu Ying he...... How to see it at a glance.

The hook-sharp claws dangled over his head for a long time, and finally slowly relaxed.

The sound of the chain rubbing sounded, and the old Taoist of the national teacher withdrew his hand expressionlessly, and lost behind him.

"10,000 years ago, the Protoss produced a Wu Qi Evil, and killed hundreds of thousands of Hades soldiers in the world, no one of the Hades could survive under his sword, and the rest of the Hades who were still in the future and landed in the world were all sealed by him under the Nine Shadows, in this world, how can they still survive the remnants of the Hades. ”