Seeing that the blood mist had completely disappeared, Nu Basan stood up from the ground, a relieved smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I didn't expect that batch of Yanzhou slaves to be wiped out, and I originally planned to let these brothers come back with some Kyushu Divine Soul Dao Techniques. In return, I even told them all the ways to crack the slave's blood ink, it seems that I think highly of them, and now that they are dead, I also feel disgusted when they are called brothers and sisters with Yanzhou slaves. ”

Nu Bassan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, picked up the black iron ruler and red candle and walked out of the stone room.

Before coming to the stone chamber where the evil was imprisoned, Nu Bagan took out an iron ring from his waist, and on the iron ring hung three keys, which were the keys to open the three stone chambers.

The stone chamber in the middle was opened, and under the bright light, the stone chamber was empty, and Nu Basan looked dazed, obviously not expecting such a result.

"How is it that the man is gone, how can the slave escape from this dungeon, this iron door has no key, it is impossible to open. ”

"The power of the sacrificial brute pattern is that it hides the aura, and when the cultivation reaches an extremely advanced level, even the physical body can be hidden in the sacrificial space and disappear completely. But I see that the sacrificial brute pattern on that kid's hand is still very shallow, far from the step of sacrificing the body, what's going on, what's going on?"

"Someone. Nu Basan shouted angrily, and the rubble on the stone castle fell with a clatter.

At this time, it was getting late, the moonlight was bright, and all the barbarian guards just wanted to spend a peaceful night, and when they heard this roar, they felt that this moonlight was already equivalent to tomorrow's sun.

At this moment, the two figures flew into the stone castle quickly, so fast that many barbarian guards did not see clearly.

"Who just went in?" asked the barbarian guard closest to the door.

"I don't know, I should know when the body is collected. A barbarian guard who was far away rejoiced.

On the stone stairs, Nu Basan watched the two figures walk down, and there was a look of vigilance in his eyes.

One of these two people was half-exposed, and his body was full of scars, which was exactly what Yu Wuxin was, and the other was dressed in a fierce suit, like a martial artist.

The mana fluctuations on Yu Wuxin's body were just Hinayana in the Xiangwen Realm, but he didn't let Nu Basan take it to heart, but the middle-aged man dressed as a martial artist turned out to be a perfect cultivation in the Xiangwen Realm, which faintly made him a little jealous.

"Who are you?"

"Flame people. The martial artist spoke, and although his voice was not loud, it was loud.

Nu Basan laughed, "The Yanren monk dared to come to my madman tribe, do you really think that I am afraid of you if the Xiangwen realm is perfect, and within a moment, the monks of my madman tribe will surround this place, I think you are killing yourself." ”

Nu Bagan held the black black iron ruler in his hand with both hands, and a red light surged up like a flame, and the red candle on the iron ruler melted instantly.

The black iron ruler suddenly doubled in length, and slashed towards the head of the middle-aged man dressed as a martial artist.

Nu Basan shouted: "Brother, if you respect me by a foot, I will respect you by a foot." ”

If it weren't for the monstrous murderous intent of Nu Basan, I am afraid that outsiders would really think that the two of them were talking about wine.

This foot was knocked down, the speed was extremely fast, and it contained extremely strong strength, so that the middle-aged martial artist could not dodge in this narrow space, and could only be hard-connected.

Seeing that the middle-aged martial artist was about to take the foot he had fallen with his bare hands, Nu Basan laughed again, "Next foot, I have to pay tribute to you for nine feet, my barbarian clan can be flattened with the strength of one zhang, let alone a monk." ”

As soon as the middle-aged martial artist raised his hand, the black black iron ruler fell on his tiger's mouth, and he didn't move at all, becoming in a dilemma.

The one-foot-tall barbarian giant, with all his strength, turned out to be like a tailor's measuring cloth, light and powerless.

It's humiliating.

"If you respect me for a foot, I will only pay you a foot, and you will pay me back, not treating me as a brother at all. ”

The middle-aged martial artist's tiger mouth slid quickly on the black ruler, and his body moved forward quickly, the black black iron ruler seemed to be only a foot away in an instant, and the middle-aged martial artist raised his hand and palmed, and it had already fallen to Nu Basan's waist.

Nu Basan has rough skin and thick flesh, and has even cultivated some slave Dao refining techniques, and has already cultivated his body to the point of copper skin and iron bones, even if he slashes his body with a knife and gun, he can't hurt him in the slightest.

"To be a slave is to have a good body, my body is comparable to a demon beast, you think you can hurt me. Nu Basan was quite confident, and a slap on his body was undoubtedly in vain.

"Yes. The middle-aged martial artist took his palm away, and where his palm had just been hit, a complete palm print had already sunk in.

As if sensing something strange in his back, Nu Basan touched his back, and on his back, there was an extra protruding fleshy palm, and there seemed to be a steaming blood ball in the flesh palm.

This blood cell is the dantian in his body.

The dantian was beaten out of the body, and Nu Basan didn't even feel the pain, if it weren't for the rapid loss of mana in his body, Nu Basan was afraid that he was dreaming.

"Why is this happening. ”

Nu Basan was a little incredulous, the flames on the black black iron ruler slowly extinguished, the dantian was destroyed, and he was already certain to die.

Nu Basan was a little unwilling to take a black black iron ruler to measure the wound on his waist, and laughed miserably: "I don't have a foot, why can you kill me." ”

That palm was not a foot long, and it actually killed a Mahayana monk of the Xiangwen Realm with a single blow.

The middle-aged martial artist looked at the lines on his palm and said: "This palm is called the Tui Xin Zhi Belly Palm, and the dantian in the abdomen is placed elsewhere, isn't it a dead man." It is even more unlikely that the Yan and the barbarian will become brothers, they are really brothers, they will not fight for a foot, they are really enemies, they will not respect a foot. ”

Nu Basan seemed to understand something, "I can't even take your palm, and I won't be wronged if I lose." ”

The middle-aged martial artist shook his head and said, "This palm is only placed on the abdomen and not pushed the heart, and it can only be regarded as half a palm." ”

However, this sentence, although Nu Basan's ears are intact, he can no longer hear it.

In a restaurant, four barbarian monks of the Xiangwen Realm were drinking and having fun, and around the four of them were many tall barbarian women, with frivolous and pitiful behaviors.

"Come, come, brother, drink, don't say anything, it's all in the wine. ”

Suddenly, a Xiangwen Realm monk with a braid on his head seemed to notice something unusual, and his slightly drunk eyes suddenly became clear, it was Wu Keza.

Wu Keza hurriedly pushed away the barbarian woman sitting on him, and a large gulp of black blood spat out of his mouth and fell into the wine bowl in his hand.

Wine bowls shattered the floor.

Immediately after, the other three Xiangwen Realm monks also let go of the barbarian woman in their arms one after another, and fell to the ground, vomiting blood.

After a panicked scream, the entire horde of fanatics went into chaos.

In the dungeon of the stone castle, Yu Wuxin clapped his hands and said: "It is worthy of being the master of the Tianwu Battalion, and he actually convinces others to die, this righteous word really doesn't look like a person who has been to the Ruthless Dao." ”

The middle-aged martial artist sighed: "Although I went to the Ruthless Dao with Lord Jiang Wuzhong back then, it was just to learn the Dao of the Ruthless Dao, Lord Jiang Wuzhong would take refuge in the barbarians, there must be some misunderstanding, if not, how could the Mighty Dao appoint his son to become the commander of the Yanzhou New Army, as long as we investigate this matter clearly, the Mighty Dao will definitely give Lord Jiang Wuzhong a fair hand, but you, who have learned so many barbarian Dao techniques, have you forgotten the military law of the Mighty Dao?"

Yu Wuxin smiled disapprerovingly: "Shiyi's long skills are used to control the barbarians, so naturally he wants to learn the Taoist skills of the barbarians, and then use them to deal with the barbarians, fortunately, Lord Jiang Wuzhong's son is not as pedantic as you." I always thought that if I wanted to destroy the other party, I had to completely draw a line with the other party, and now the ruthless way and the endless art of war are gone, I see what the mighty martial arts will do to deal with the thirty-six strategies of breaking the army. ”

The middle-aged martial artist said angrily: "Yu Wuxin, you used to be a mighty monk, how can you say it like a barbarian, hurry up and find the Dao technique you want, the time given by General Jiang is only five days, don't delay the time to go back." ”

Yu Wuxin didn't talk nonsense with the middle-aged martial artist, he took out the seven-star lifeless cup from his arms, and a mana fell into the seven-star lifeless cup, and the colorful beads on the seven-star lifeless cup suddenly emitted a rainbow-like light in the darkness, illuminating the entire dungeon clearly.

Yu Wuxin seemed to see something in an empty place, and his eyes became alert, "It seems that there is someone." ”

After the middle-aged martial artist's consciousness dispersed, he didn't gain anything, and said with some concern in his tone: "How can someone, with my cultivation, if someone hides in the dark, I won't be able to find out?" ”

After hearing such an explanation, Yu Wuxin didn't take the strange feeling just now to heart, but sneered: "It's really rare that someone who has learned the Ruthless Dao Dao will also care about others. ”

The middle-aged martial artist sighed lightly again: "Although I have cultivated the ruthless Dao, I have not yet reached the point of being truly ruthless. If I push away other people's minds, I am not a ruthless person, if I push away my own mind, then I can be regarded as a real ruthless person, if I can really push away my original intentions, this wild mountain, I will not come. ”

Yu Wuxin seemed to be tired of this kind of righteous and awe-inspiring preaching, and said sarcastically: "I didn't expect that Lord Baojiang, the commander of the dignified Tianwu Battalion, would say childish words, it's really strange." ”

The middle-aged martial artist recalled: "These words were originally said to me by a child when I was practicing the Ruthless Dao with Master Jiang Wuzhong. ”

"Oh, what's his name?" Yu Wuxin asked casually, taking the Seven Star Lifeless Lamp and walking into the stone room where the Dao technique was stored.

"Evil begets itself. ”

After the middle-aged martial artist finished speaking, a strange feeling suddenly appeared in his heart, and he looked at an empty place, as if there was a pair of familiar eyes looking at him in that place.