The team of land immortals who are warm medicine idiots were all wiped out, and they didn't know whether they were dead or alive.

The funeral flowers themselves are also difficult to protect.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of Suo Suo from the rock wall above.

Something terrible seems to have crept down.

Fuhua held his wife's hand tightly, extremely nervous.

I only felt that the wind was miserable, and the sound of the strange screams was deafening, causing the surrounding cliffs to echo deafeningly.

It's like countless unjust souls, roaring from all directions.

The thin old man was not afraid at all, and sat on the ground like an old monk, not moving.

In a short time, countless black liquids seeped into the ten underground floors.

There was a strange cry from the black liquid.

Immediately afterward, the black liquid gradually condensed, and the sound suddenly stopped.

There is silence all around, a dead silence!

Fuhua's heart was raised, and her two eyes, staring like lanterns, were pointing ahead, and she was so stubborn that she suppressed her fear.

Cold sweat broke out in his hand holding the sword.

He knows very well that if he is not careful, there will be an extremely dangerous scene!

Sure enough, the liquid, which was as black as ink, let out a terrible cry, which shook the ears and made the ears deafen.

After a while, the black liquid turned into a huge woman's head and poked over.

The cloak was disheveled, and his face was pale, without a trace of blood, but he looked pretty good.

It's just not like a living person, it's a bit like a paper figure.

The two eyes glowed green, eerie, and even more frightening.

The funeral flower was so frightened that her heart almost jumped out.

But the woman's head poked into the ten floors underground and turned left and right.

It seems that the location of the burial flowers has not been found.

The magical enchantment set up by the thin old man caused her to encounter a ghost hitting the wall and spinning in circles in the enchantment.

In the end, I saw that its mouth grinned, revealing two white fangs, and spit out a red letter more than a foot long from its mouth.

'Goo', the monster that encountered the ghost hitting the wall didn't find anyone.

It wandered around in confusion, and gradually approached the funeral flower.

The funeral flower was shocked and wanted to draw her sword.

But the wizened old man shook his head at him.

Sure enough, although the huge woman's head touched the funeral flower, she didn't feel anything, just spit out the red letter, and her face was full of doubts.

At this moment, the funeral flower only felt a fishy smell, and the fear in her heart was at its peak.

But he forced himself to suppress his fear, but he did not run away.

Because, he knew that at this time, as long as he escaped together and was found by this woman's head, he would die a miserable death on the spot.

The huge woman's head searched for it, but found no one, and finally turned into a puddle of black liquid, seeped into the cracks in the stone, and went back in frustration.

I don't know how long it took, but the thin old man finally spoke: "You can rest assured." They should have gone. ”

When the thin old man looked at the funeral flower, he was surprised to find that the funeral flower had a haggard face, and his black hair had slowly turned white.

"You are... ”

Funeral flowers didn't know that they had turned into white hair: "Senior, what's wrong?"

The thin old man was stunned.

Knowing that the funeral flower has gone through too many tribulations, coupled with the fright just now, it caused an instant whitehead.

At the same time, his realm finally broke through the bottleneck period and was promoted to the master of the god transformation stage.

The thin old man shook his head, not knowing whether to celebrate him or pity him.

This young man is really miserable.

But I think it's more sympathetic.

Because even if he broke through, he couldn't go to the Black Corpse Buddha for revenge.

He couldn't even beat the apprentice of the Black Corpse Buddha.

Not to mention the apprentice of the Black Corpse Buddha, even the disciples and grandchildren can torture him with blood.

Sometimes, weakness is the original sin, and it is the cause of the misery of your life.

In order to comfort him, the thin old man took out a wine gourd from his bosom and asked, "Do you want to drink some wine?"

Fuhua nodded slightly, laughing at herself, "Give me a little pressure." ”

The thin old man threw a wine gourd to the funeral flower: "Drink slowly, don't choke." ”

Unexpectedly, the funeral flowers drank it all.

After drinking, I began to cry through the wine.

The thin old man watched him cry and groaned for a long time before he said, "What's the use of crying?" Let's think about what to do in the future. The old immortals you invited have all been wiped out. ”

The funeral flower cried even more fiercely when she heard it.

The thin old man really couldn't persuade people, and hurriedly said: "You big man crying fart, I'm asking you to think about what to do in the future." Or, the gentleman won't suffer the immediate loss, and go out to hide first?"

Fuhua wiped away her tears, shook her head, and said, "No! I'm going to wait for someone here." As long as that person comes, everything will be solved. ”

The thin old man asked curiously, "That person can beat the Black Corpse Buddha?"

Fuhua nodded slightly: "I have had the privilege of seeing his earth-shattering and peerless swordsmanship. Within three moves, this person will definitely be able to kill the Black Corpse Buddha. ”

The thin old man was surprised: "If you want to kill the Black Corpse Buddha in three moves, the Heavenly Immortals can't do it." I have heard that for hundreds of years, there was a god who tried to kill the Black Corpse Buddha, but he was unsuccessful. Could that friend of yours be a golden immortal? ”

Funeral Flower: "No, but what the gods can't do, he will definitely be able to do." ”

The thin old man stayed for a long time: "Crazy, you are really crazy." Forget it, I don't listen to your crazy words, I'm going to sleep. ”

With that, he fell to the ground and closed his eyes.

Funeral Flower: "Really, I once saw him kill a ghost-faced demon spider. That ghost-faced demon spider was so powerful that even five or six land immortals would have to take a detour when they saw it. Only he slew the Devil-Faced Demon Spider with a single sword. ”

Thin old man: "Devil-faced demon spider? Isn't that a sixth-order monster? Kill it with a sword? Bragging. Alright, alright. You continue to dream of your revenge. I can't really dream of the Black Corpse Buddha to death. ”

The thin old man turned around and stopped taking care of the funeral flowers.

The funeral flower is in a hurry, he is also a bull temper, and he will not give up if he does not persuade the other party.

He took out the sword book that Yu Chen drew for himself and handed it to the thin old man: "I didn't lie, I don't believe you, this is the sword book he drew for me." ”

The thin old man sat up impatiently and took the sword book and looked at it a few times.

Immediately surprised, he stood up suddenly, his eyes wide as copper bells.

"What kind of immortal sword technique is this. ”

Only then did the funeral flower find that the thin old man was really tall when he stood up, like a bamboo pole, probably two meters five.

The thin old man was fascinated by the sword book, and shook his head for a long time and sighed: "It's a pity that I'm not a sword cultivator, otherwise this sword book will be of great benefit to me and can help me become an immortal." ”

Funeral flowers: "This time, senior, you believe it." ”

The thin old man nodded slightly: "The person who can draw this kind of sword spectrum has a sword path that is beyond heaven and earth." It's a pity that you're too stupid to comprehend the mystery of swordsmanship. The master wants to leak something between his fingers, but you can't pick it up. ”

Fuhua blushed: "I'm sorry." ”

The thin old man said helplessly: "Forget it, that master probably didn't expect you to be so stupid." I'll teach you both hands instead of him. ”

After that, the thin old man used his fingers as a sword, and immediately immersed himself in the way of the sword.

The sword moves, the mind moves, and the heart moves.

The sword moves with the heart, and the heart moves at will.

"Look at it well, the first style, the flowers are colorful. ”

Fingering is like swordsmanship, fingering is like electricity, sword momentum is like a rainbow, delicate and dexterous, and it is thousands of things in an instant.

For a while, the funeral flower saw countless petals falling with the wind.

Each petal carries an infinite killing intent.

The funeral flowers were stunned for a while.

Is this your own swordsmanship? Is it that strong?

The funeral flower hurriedly followed the sword posture of the thin old man and tried her best to imitate it.

Countless sword changes flashed in my mind, which was strange and inexplicable.

Driven by the wizened old man, the funeral flower also fell into endless sword intent.

According to the sword move in his mind, the funeral flower sword method is as fast as lightning and has a killing power of tens of millions.

Before I knew it, I didn't know how long it had been.

The funeral flower has been imitating the sword posture of the thin old man, and has gradually reached a certain realm, with no distractions, with the heart to understand, the more cold the sword moves in his hand, more and more changes.

Driven by the sword intent, the funeral flower continued to break through and advance, and before he knew it, he was reborn and reborn.

It is no longer the same as the funeral flowers of the past.

He was so obsessed with imitating the sword of the thin old man that he didn't realize that time had passed, and before he knew it, two days had passed.

It wasn't until the third day that suddenly the emaciated old man stopped teaching and listened with his ears pricked up.

"Someone from up there is coming. Funeral flowers, maybe the master you have to wait for. ”