This finger was very different from the previous one, and before he could make a move, there was a surging spiritual power gushing out, which made the Song family ancestor feel a faint pain in his eyebrows, and the feeling of death hit him like a tide, and there was immediately fear and struggle in his eyes.

Don't look at the old ancestor of the Song family who took the initiative to hand over the space beads, a gesture of resignation, in fact, he was just to delay some time, and it was best to let Qiao Yuan relax his vigilance.

The longer he lives, the more afraid he is of death, not to mention that he is only one step away from the high Soul Transformation Realm, and with Ling Wanchen's bloodline, his one step is enough to crush monks like Nan Songzi who have stepped into the Soul Transformation Realm for many years, and he has become the second existence in Nantai to transform souls at the same time as the physical body in the past 10,000 years.

Even if he betrayed the Yuehe Sect and killed Qiao Yuan and Ling Wanchen, the Song family would not be afraid in the slightest, not to mention, he still had the support of Fengyangmen behind him.

To put it simply, since the moment the ancestor of the Song family made a move, there was only one way in front of him, one step forward, step by step, the Song family has since become the first Xiuzhen family in Nantai, prosperous for thousands of years, and can also get rid of the Yuehe Sect that has controlled them for thousands of years.

But one step behind him, there is an abyss hell, and there will be no return, not only will he die, but even the Song family, which occupies the entire Wanzhan Mountain Range, will collapse, like a behemoth palace that has lost its pillars, and the building will collapse overnight.

Under the struggle, he squeezed out the dry qi and blood in his body, condensed it in the center of his eyebrows, and under his resentful, resentful and unwilling gaze, his head exploded.

There was no disgusting red and white thing splashing, only a cloud of blood mist surging rapidly, condensing into a blood spear, which became the final blow of the Song Family Ancestor, and instantly stabbed at Qiao Yuan's fingertips.

"Poof!"

After all, it was the Song family ancestor who condensed the last ball of qi and blood in his body, and exchanged it for a blow from his own skull, and the distance was so close, Qiao Yuan could not avoid it, the sleeve of his left arm collapsed, the flesh and blood were blurred, he opened his mouth and spurted blood, and his body galloped backwards.

But even if one arm was temporarily abolished, Qiao Yuan did not have any superfluous expression on his face, his eyes were still indifferent and ruthless, the golden light was still shining, and the mysterious power in his body flowed, turning into a warm current, healing his fleshy left arm at an extremely fast speed, and even the right arm that had been hard and half-useless with the ancestor of the Song family before quickly recovered as before.

It's a long story, but it's really just a matter of moments.

From Qiao Yuan being forced into a corner by the blood ghost skeleton, to his one finger to kill the blood ghost, and the two fingers of the Song family ancestor's head collapsed, the reversal was too sudden, too unbelievable, and in the eyes of others, it was almost difficult for anyone to believe it, and some people even reached out and rubbed their eyes, slapped themselves twice, and confirmed that they were not dreaming, and after being dazzled, they gasped and looked at the handsome young man who was dressed in tatters, but with amazing power, and his heart was beating uncontrollably.

Even Nan Songzi and Mo Yangzi stopped their hands and looked down, their expressions solemn.

At the moment when the ancestor of the Song family exploded his head, Mo Yangzi frowned, and he could no longer hold back, and with a wave of his sleeves, an emerald jade bottle no more than the size of a palm appeared in front of him.

"The Green Square Boundary Bottle, the treasure of the space handed down from Fengyangmen since ancient times, is said to have the power of swallowing mountains and refining the sea. ”

After the head of the ancestor of the Song family below exploded, his body was completely scrapped, but he was not really dead, only to see a red villain fly out of his dantian in a flash, and fled into the distance with an anxious expression.

Qiao Yuan naturally would not let go of his Yuan Ying, and did not pursue, but raised his right hand, which had recovered, and pointed at it.

This finger is the same as the second finger, but it is more than enough to use ordinary methods to destroy the Yuan Ying of the Song family's ancestor who is extremely weak, but at this critical moment, in the sky, there is a ghostly light in the emerald vial called the Green Fang Boundary Bottle by Nan Songzi.

The speed was extremely fast, except for Nan Songzi and Mo Yangzi, who were aware of it, the others did not feel it at all.

The ghostly light broke through the crumbling white light curtain in an instant, and instead of rushing towards Qiao Yuan, he went straight to the Yuan Ying of the ancestor of the Song family, and blocked Qiao Yuan's finger for him at the last moment.

His expression was still calm, his eyes were still indifferent, Qiao Yuan did not have the slightest mood fluctuation because of this sudden ghostly light, it seemed that even if the sky fell, he would not have any mood fluctuations.

The glow slowly dissipated, and a withered old man slowly revealed himself in the eyes of everyone, the old man had a slightly hunched back, gray hair, and a face covered with bark-like wrinkles, and his body did not show the slightest breath, looking like an ordinary old man who was about to die.

It's just that anyone who sees this old man will not be stupid enough to think that he is just an ordinary old man, who can appear in front of Qiao Yuan in that weird way at this moment and save the ancestor of the Song family, how can this kind of person be ordinary?

"Blighted old devil, you really didn't die. ”

Nan Songzi opened his mouth coldly, and there was not much surprise in his expression, as if he had expected that this old man was hiding in the Green Fang Realm bottle.

"Huh...... Accumulate a lot of good deeds, and God will naturally bless the old. The old man grinned, his face full of wrinkles huddled together, not only did not look terrible, but revealed a kind kindness that made people close.

If you only listen to his words and look at his face, there will be many people who think that this is a kind-hearted old man, but the name Nan Songzi said fell in the ears of some well-informed old monsters in the infancy, but they were immediately shocked, and they couldn't help but shudder, and there was no other emotion in the eyes of the old man, the only thing that existed was fear.

Some of the younger generation of monks immediately showed puzzlement when they saw their elders like this, but when they asked, instead of getting an answer from their elders, they were severely reprimanded and warned not to mention the word "withering" here.

Withered, if these two words were placed thousands of years ago, it would be enough to make people talk about it, and children will cry when they hear it.

At that time, there was a demon who killed people without blinking an eye in the Nantai Xiuzhen realm, and the murderous name was famous, and everywhere he passed, the lives were devastated, and there was no grass, and the people killed by the demon were all sucked dry flesh and blood without exception, such as turning into a pile of dead wood.

Because no one knew the name of this demon, they called him the withered old demon with his cruel killing methods.

This demon killed countless people thousands of years ago, and the blood stained in his hands was enough to merge into a river and a river, and even the elders and disciples of the sixteen sects were buried in his hands, killing for more than ten years, causing a great panic in Nantai.

It is said that it was a monk in the Soul Transformation Period of Fengyangmen who took action to kill the old demon, which was a great harm to the cultivation world, so Fengyangmen received a lot of goodwill from the cultivators and the Xiuzhen family.

The appearance of the withered old demon once plunged Nantai into a dark era, so all forces were reluctant to mention it, and they didn't talk about it if they could, so that in addition to the old monsters who were still alive in that generation, the younger generation is now not very sensitive to the word "withering", and they don't even know about it.

Now that Nan Songzi has mentioned this long-standing name, it has suddenly affected the memories of many old monsters when they were young, Duan Tiangu's face was slightly pale, and horror appeared in his eyes, Ling Ruyuan, Yan Chenzi, Hongsheng Boy and other people of this generation all changed their expressions, looking at the old man, and their hearts were cold.

Accumulate a lot of good deeds, and naturally God bless the old and decayed, these words have a trace of credibility for anyone to say, but these words were said by the withered old devil who killed people like hemp thousands of years ago, which made the old monster who had heard his murderous name dare not speak out, and could only beat his feet in his heart and curse.

However, Nan Songzi was not afraid of this old devil at all, and snorted, not hiding the disgust and murderous ridicule in his heart.

"Heaven has a spirit, you old devil has done a lot of evil, even if you survive for a few more years, you are just a demon living in the yang world, and one day you will be punished by heaven. ”

"Haha...... The opinions of Daoist friends are really flattering, the way of heaven is ruthless, but it will not be punished because the old man killed a few more people, besides, the way you cultivate is the way, and the way of killing people cultivated by the old man is not the way? If it is not the Tao, how can the old man have such a realm?"

Hearing Nan Songzi's ridicule, the old man was not angry, but raised his head and laughed, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

He has no name and no surname, or he has long forgotten his real name, the world calls him the withered old demon, he also admitted, and simply changed his practice to the withered divine skill, after the great consummation of the Yuan Infant, the cultivation and understanding of the way of withered life, so he slaughtered and killed, turned into a demon, and dyed his hands in a monstrous sea of blood, just for ...... Seek the word.

As for the rumors that he was killed by the monks of the Soul Transformation Period of the Fengyangmen, naturally the news that the Fengyangmen deliberately released, in fact, he was a person who was originally a person who was sealed by the Yangmen, but he was only killing people outside, so naturally he could not be named the Fengyangmen.

Not many people in the entire cultivation world know about this matter, but Nan Songzi is clear, not a thousand years ago, but a hundred years ago, his senior brother, the ancestor of this generation of Yuehe Sect, Pu Yue Daoren told him.

Nan Songzi sneered in his heart, today all this is in his plan, whether it is the rebellion of the ancestor of the Song family, or Mo Yangzi's move, including the appearance of this withered old demon, it is not missed, the only thing that makes the plan deviate and surprises him is only one point, that is Qiao Yuan.

"Senior brother has been calculating all his life, and today I am afraid that he has encountered this biggest variable, what kind of power is hidden in his body?"

Just as the withered old demon was laughing, Qiao Yuan raised his finger again with an indifferent expression, and swiped his finger away, the target was not him, but the ancestor of the Song family who was hiding in his trembling.

This finger did not emit a trace of spiritual power, it looked simple, plain, if he hadn't seen the previous scene, this withered old demon would definitely not care, but now, he frowned, and his heart couldn't help but become solemn.

A finger fell, and the silk thread in the darkness between heaven and earth was plucked again.

The pupils of the withered old demon's eyes shrank suddenly, and the Dao thoughts in his body trembled, and without any temptation, he immediately took away the Yuan Infant of the Song Family Ancestor, tore open the space with one hand, and the whole person got into it and disappeared.