"Kill the immortals?"

Inside the room, Xuancang's pupils shrank slightly, and his complexion changed.

His feet were three inches off the ground, and his robe swollen backwards.

The white jade wine jug hung above Jiang Xiaoman's head, like a living thing.

The aroma spreads out, and it is extremely intense.

In the pot, there is a supernatural evil qi breaking out of the pot.

The evil qi was like substance, condensed in mid-air, and turned into a colorful flying knife and shot straight towards the Xuancang Face Gate.

I have to say that Xuan Cang is really extraordinary.

The majesty of the evil spirit contained in the colorful flying knife is rare in Kyushu.

This first blow was stubbornly resisted by him.

The Immortal Slashing Flying Knife pierced through the chamber, leaving a bloody mouth in front of Xuancang's chest.

But this blood is different from ordinary people, it is pale silver.

The body of the corpse king can be immortal and incorruptible for 3,000 years, comparable to gold and stone, and few blades can be injured.

The silver blood spilled on the ground, and it was able to corrode the floor paved with iron and wood, and it made a 'sizzling' sound, which was not piercing.

only heard a muffled snort, and Xuan Cang fell to the ground on one knee, beyond his strength.

He raised his head, his expression was surprisingly calm, looking at the young man leaning against the wall, there was surprise in his eyes that could not be concealed, and he asked in a deep voice: "The Immortal Killing Pot has always been in charge of the Lord of Immortal Hunting Mountain, today, how can it appear in your hands?"

Jiang Xiaoman pinched the trick with his fingers, smiled, shrugged his shoulders and said softly: "Naturally, someone gave it to me, and the senior who gave me this treasure said that this immortal pot can help me eliminate disasters and prevent disasters in the future, and it seems that this is the case today." ”

It's a pity that the white jade wine jug that is famous for slaying immortals, after sending out this chilling blow, fell from mid-air like the end of a strong crossbow.

The awe-inspiring colorful flying knife naturally dissipated into nothingness.

Xuan Cang looked at the young man thoughtfully, and suddenly laughed wildly, and said again and again: "I see, I see!"

Jiang Xiaoman couldn't help frowning, and he didn't dare to approach this black-hearted old guy who wanted to smoke his soul, so he stood on the spot and clinged to the hilt of the Zhuxian Sword on his waist with one hand, and shouted softly: "Hey, old immortal, what are you laughing at?"

It's no wonder that Jiang Xiaoman would be so ruthless, after all, this old bastard wants to pump his soul first, how can he have a good face?

"Ahem, cough, cough......" Xuan Cang retracted his smile and raised his hand with difficulty, as if he wanted to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he couldn't stop coughing.

Silver-white blood slowly dripped down the corners of his mouth, and he didn't care at all, he wiped his sleeve robe indiscriminately, and finally stopped coughing after a long pause.

"When I first saw you, I thought you were a little extraordinary. But I didn't expect that it would be the person who bears the different appearance of the Kyushu White Python in this life!" Xuan Cang's eyes were somewhat dim, and his voice was also very soft, as if he was talking to himself: "Since the white snake in the previous life was mistakenly beheaded by the three generations of Chixiao Sword Masters, this Kyushu has been waiting for almost five thousand years......"

Jiang Xiaoman felt that he was becoming more and more incomprehensible.

What the hell is this old guy talking about?

Kyushu White Snake?

I've heard the chess demon senior talk about it before.

At that time, I was very concerned.

However, when the chess demon mentioned it, it was somewhat vague.

Seemingly, something is deliberately avoided.

Now it seems that most of the things that I can get this immortal pot are related to the Kyushu white python.

The blood-colored light curtain behind him was much darker, but it was condensed but not dispersed.

No matter how much sword energy you have outside, it's still the same.

Xuan Cang slowly got up, his eyes narrowed slightly.

is obviously dying, and he can't even stand on his feet.

At this time, it feels like a fierce tiger napping.

He stared at Jiang Xiaoman for a long time before he slowly spoke: "Little brother of the Jiang family, the wine jug in your hand, in the hands of its previous master, was indeed a worthy immortal. But now, thousands of years later, the Hunting Immortal Mountain has been warmed for a long time, and it has only made it very powerful, and it is already amazing. But the remaining point has also been squandered by you. In this Kyushu, there is not much left of the innate treasure, and today it was destroyed by you, and the old man is very sad!"

Jiang Xiaoman pursed his lips and muttered in a low voice: "You are sad, if you don't sacrifice this treasure, at this moment, I will really be sucked out of my soul by you, an old man!"

It doesn't matter what the face shows.

But in my heart, my heart hurts to death.

Don't you know that this immortal pot is extraordinary?

How can the treasure in the Northern Regions, which is not succumbing to the Win clan, dominating one mountain and one city, cutting the soil and resisting for thousands of years, and cultivating a treasure for nearly a hundred years, be a mundane thing?

Although the treasure is good, it is not as good as your own life.

In these years, this river and lake, don't you have to keep the green mountains without worrying about running out of firewood.

When she was in Vermilion Bird City, Sister Mo Li also said that she would meet a ruthless character in the rivers and lakes in the future, and if she couldn't beat it, she would have to run.

Now, trapped in this square inch of the room, you can't run, so you have to take the baby and exchange your life first.

There are many good babies, but there is only one life.

In this world, the most stupid people are those fools who don't even care about their lives for the sake of treasures.

Ji Xiaoyue's dead girl often laughs at Jiang Xiaoworm's stupidity.

But if you are really stupid, how can you be so willing to be bullied by a little girl for so long.

There is a good saying in the rivers and lakes, 'All casinos in the world are the same, the most capable of madness, and they have to fight for their lives with their lives. And this love scene is the most foolish. ”

Isn't that what it is?

In front of love words, who has not been a fool?

Therefore, Jiang Xiaoman will only be stupid in front of the people who are bound in his heart, like a child.

"Old fellow, I see that you don't even have the strength to take two steps, you might as well sit down and rest for a while, don't always think about pumping my soul!"

With his back against the wall, there was no way to retreat, Jiang Xiaoman had to continue to deal with Xuan Cang.

Xuan Cang raised his hand to caress the hideous wound on his chest that was transparent from front to back, and the corners of his mouth barely pulled up a curvature.

Step by step, he struggled.

As he walked, he said softly: "Rest, you can't rest! Old man, living in the world, bearing infamy for so many years, what I want is not to choose a good Ding furnace for my poor grandson to return to the soul, in this world, where is there such a superb Ding furnace as you, the Jiang family with a Kyushu white python?"

Just now, after a blow from the Immortal Flying Knife in the pot.

Caught off guard, Xuan Cang was pierced through his chest, and the wanton majestic aura shattered his heart.

Even if it is the body of an immortal corpse king, if you lose your heart, your longevity will be greatly reduced.

If it is said that there were originally 3,000 years of longevity, it could live.

Now, I am afraid that in less than ten years, the blood will wither and die.

Today I was bent on death.

The so-called longevity is short.

For him, it has long been aside.

There is nothing to fear in death, let alone the loss of a heart?

Xuancang also tended to move, and his steps were deep and heavy.

Along the way, silver blood continued to spill, corroding into small pits on the ground.

He was only a few meters away from the young man, but he walked very slowly.

The road that can be completed in a few breaths, Xuan Cang has walked for a long time.

lost his heart, and his breath increased instead of weakness, and it skyrocketed.

Under the hat, the snow-white hair raised without wind.

There was a ghostly flicker in his eyes, staring at the young man in front of him.

Those eyes were too sharp, and Jiang Xiaoman only felt that he couldn't move.

It's as if just one glance has already walked on the road of reincarnation.

It didn't take long for the shirt on his back to dry, and he was soaked with sweat again.

Jiang Xiaoman's back was pressed against the wall and he gasped, but there was still no fear in his eyes.

The dry palm of the hand as dry as rotten wood slowly climbed up the boy's neck, cold and slightly damp.

At this moment, Jiang Xiaoman really felt that death was so close.

Breathe heavily, almost unable to breathe.

As Xuan Cang's dry palm tightly pinched the young man's throat, it became tighter and tighter.

It seems that with a little more strength, he can really crush the boy's throat bone.

"Death is not something to be enjoyed. Xuan Cang's palm was slightly raised, he laughed, and his voice was clear: "Especially, it is especially true when you know that your life is in the thoughts of others, and you have no choice but to do it." ”

Suddenly, Xuan Cang's eyes widened, a little incredible.

The young man whose life and death were just between his own thoughts was obviously about to suffocate, but the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned.

He's actually laughing?

This young man of the Jiang family is a madman?

Otherwise, you would be a fool!

Only madmen and fools are not afraid of death in this world!

He is Xuancang, at most half a madman.

But what is this Jiang family boy?

Just as he was about to open his mouth to ask what the boy was laughing at, he suddenly felt a cold on his wrist.

Immediately, it is a pain that goes straight to the soul.

This kind of pain is heart-wrenching, and it is even worse than the pain left by the Immortal Slashing Flying Knife that pierced his heart just now.

Xuan Cang was shocked, took two steps back slightly, looked down, and saw that his palm was still clinging to the young man's neck.

However, the end of the knee had broken and separated, and a thin layer of tendons was attached.

There were white bones oozing from the wrists, which was terrifying.

And Jiang Xiaoman was holding an extremely strange blood-colored ancient sword in his hand.

Behind him, he was draped in a blood-colored coat, which was really as bright as scarlet blood.

On the body of the sword, there are forty-nine inexplicable talismans floating and entwining.

The blade of the sword is like blood, and the young man is like Shura.

Looking at the ancient sword, the simple and bewitching sword blade, Xuan Cang's eyes were distracted, he didn't care about the pain, and muttered in a lost voice: "I should have thought that the white python has appeared in Kyushu, and the legendary ancient sword will inevitably be born." ”

Jiang Xiaoman frowned slightly, waved his palm, and finally handed out a sword.

At this point, there should be no hesitation.

Life and death are a struggle.

Hesitation means death!

I have to say that Xuan Cang is really a ruthless and decisive person.

Ignoring the pain, his head tilted slightly, and he dodged the strange sword.

Before the young man could hand out another sword, the other palm that was still intact was like a knife, cutting the last layer of tendons and bones on the severed palm.

Xuan Cang's eyes were red, and after cutting and cutting his palm, the palm wind did not decrease, and he vowed to subdue this damn imp with one blow.

A generation of corpse kings was actually injured to such an extent by a young man, how could he not be crazy?

If it weren't for the concern of damaging the body of this young man of the Jiang family, how could he be passive here.

In the realm of the corpse king, the god king is like slaughtering a dog, not to mention the little ghosts who have never even stepped into the innate realm.

Jiang Xiaoman was slippery and tight, and his sword was fruitless, so he fled immediately.

Holding the sword in one hand, rolling on the spot is rolling to the other corner of the table.

"What are you ......going to do?!!" Xuan Cang was furious, and the intact one pointed at the young man, and hissed: "Jiang family ghost, if you dare to hurt my grandson in the slightest, I will cramp and peel your skin, suppress your soul in the Nine Shadows, and let you live forever and never be reincarnated!"

At this time, Jiang Xiaoman's Immortal Ancient Sword in his hand was pressed against the neck of the stupid young man.

The blade of the sword entered the throat for three minutes, and traces of blood oozed and dripped onto the blood-colored long sword.

Jiang Xiaoman raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a smile: "Senior, don't be impatient, all you want is to have the descendants of the Five Domains Royal Bloodline come to give you this precious grandson as a furnace in order to replenish your soul." But why do you have to choose a junior? Why don't we make a deal?"

Although he is not a businessman, Jiang Xiaoman also knows the truth of business.

This truth was taught to him by his father who had been in Rong for many years.

'Trading with people is important in one word. The same is true with ghosts. ’