Da Bingmei's eyes widened, looking at the strange mountain, and she didn't react for a while.

The strange insect that he carefully cultivated was half destroyed in one fell swoop?

"Slaughter him! Chop up his carcass and feed it to the pigs!"

Having said that, she moved her body back slightly, not because she was afraid, but because she wanted to observe the enemy's exercises.

The hall master gave an order, and the three deputy hall masters supervised the battle.

Hundreds of Dalian League disciples suddenly held their swords and rushed towards the weak bald head in the center.

He seems strong and powerful, though, and has a composure.

But this river and lake is practical, three punches are hard to beat four hands, even if you can resist all the way, but the door behind you is wide open, and a silent spear can pierce your back.

As soon as the essence is discharged, the strength is dispersed, and the internal force is unsustainable, no matter how much you have the ability, it will be difficult to exert it.

That's what everybody thinks.

Including Xia Wuwu, too.

So he let out a long sigh.

Da Bing showed a hint of mockery, "It's too late to regret it now, if you just nodded and ate that Immortal Desire Pill, you would have been in bed with your mother by now." ”

"Haha! This man is such an idiot, I'm going to cut off his limbs first!"

"Sharpen him into a stick! and hang it on the wall, just as the two of them are companions... Let's go to the Yellow Spring. ”

"Die! There's no way back. ”

Xia Wuwu retracted his mind and muttered: "I didn't plan to use this trick, after all, it will hurt my vitality too much, and even consume my life..."

But at this moment, there is no other way, right?

"The Yamazi Sutra... Splitting!"

The two fiery black mountains on the backs of his hands suddenly burned fiercely, and then seemed to come to life, spreading towards his entire arm.

The light of heaven cast his shadow down, and the shadow was so lonely and alone.

But in just an instant, his shadow suddenly swelled, and the corresponding Xia Wuwu's sturdy body shrank slightly, and his vision became a little decadent.

After a slight pause, his shadow suddenly split into two, then into four, then into eight, and threw itself out in different directions.

"What's that?"

Before the person who rushed forward could react, he was directly slashed by the knife held by the ghost, and his head rose into the air.

There are many ghosts, and human heads fly.

Suddenly, someone started yelling, "This shadow can be attacked! ”

The eyes of a deputy hall master who supervised the battle narrowed, he was originally good at fast swords, and at this moment, he stared at a ghost figure that was close to him, his figure flickered, and he stepped forward and directly slashed out more than ten swords.

The shadow shattered, as if it had been torn apart.

"It's so easy to solve?" The deputy hall master was a little incredulous, daring to love these menacing ghosts, they were all shows.

But his thoughts had just flashed.

The shadow that had been cut into several pieces slowly rose up, and each of them turned into a new ghostly figure with a knife.

While he was still in the midst of horror, a shadow knife had already pierced through his abdomen, bringing out a large puff of crimson.

In this way, the ghost kept splitting, separating itself, being cut and splitting again.

Although the attacks are hardly skillful, the number is terrifying.

Soon, the empty casino was occupied.

Half of the hundreds of Dalian Alliance masters have been eliminated, and the rest are surrounded by ghosts.

The bald head in the middle of the ghost, however, seemed tired, and he crouched down on a gambling table, poured himself a glass of wine, and shook it gracefully.

The sleepy and godless eyes looked up, and the disciples of the Dragon League who were still breathing on the wooden pillar looked at him in horror.

"You... You, you're not..."

He had apparently discovered the bald head in front of him, and this Ling was pretending to be terrified.

The general order that he relied on to become famous had never been used, and what was this extremely strange move?

However, Xia Wuwu didn't let him continue.

With a single thought, three ghost shadows swept up from the ground, and with a few swords, they completely knocked the disciples of the Dragon Alliance, and the words that they had time to finish were completely knocked back into their stomachs.

When a person dies, he naturally can't speak, let alone be cut into three parts.

"Kill. "Although Xia Wuwu has almost lost his combat strength, he is surrounded by many ghosts in the middle and is extremely safe.

The ghosts swept away like a black tide in all directions, and everywhere they went, there were rivers of blood.

The three deputy hall masters, as well as Da Bing, wanted to break down the door, but they were already surrounded by ghosts in front of the door.

Looking at the oncoming Shadow Knife, they had to resist.

Xia Wuwu drank a glass of wine again, and his empty body was stimulated by alcohol, and his spirit was slightly invigorated.

"What kind of exercise is this?, or is it an evil technique?" the glow in Da Bing's eyes had disappeared, "Let's die!"

"Who is Your Excellency?"

"I don't believe that Your Excellency is so hard-working, but you are unknown in the Dragon League!"

And a deputy hall master suddenly seemed to remember something, and muttered: "Mountain Character Sutra, this must be Mountain Character Sutra!"

Xia Wuwu waved his hand: "Noise, go down to the underworld and ask the king of Hades..."

The black tide surged again, screaming and wailing, and the blood stained the entire empty gambling house red and blood-red.

When Xia Wuwu staggered to his feet, summing up the total income of the "Bloodstained Zhu Pavilion" in the cold system, he was already very tired and exhausted.

The ghosts standing in the casino turned into a black wind like a whirlpool and gathered towards him.

His body shook, and the lonely shadow in the light of day returned.

Pushing open the door, the golden light of the winter outside the door was really dazzling, and he used his sword as a crutch to slowly walk towards the healthy horse under the tree.

At this time, he was walking completely by will, as if he would completely collapse in the next moment, and he would sleep for three days and three nights before he was comfortable.

But here, you can't sleep.

He barely untied the rope, then stepped on the stirrup, tried several times before climbing on the horse, tied himself to the horse's neck, and then lay on the horse, opened one eye, and whipped away.

"Go to the Mountain, Mountain, Mountain...", he naturally knew where the mountain was, but it would take a day to go.

What would happen on that day, he had no idea at all.

The Dragon League can't go back, they may not be able to distinguish the difference between themselves and Ling Horror, not to mention that no one would believe that the hundreds of people in the Dalian League would be killed by themselves.... The husband is not guilty, but he is guilty.

Thinking about the worst, maybe he was sent to Zhuge, but someone did it on purpose, deliberately sending himself and Ling Jing to death.

At this time, turning back is self-defeating.

Xia Wuwu clenched his fists, and quickly replied in his mind about "Song Hongnan", who was originally his sister-in-law, and all the information about her appeared in his mind one by one.

Dignified, gentle, kind, simple...

The granddaughter of the "Ninety-Five Divine Monarch" is also the only girl who knows where the inheritance of the Divine Monarch is.

After the death of the god king, she lived alone in the Sauvignon Blanc building, and although she was instilled with the idea that people outside were bad since she was a child, she still walked out curiously.

Otherwise, they would not have been rescued by Ling Horror, and they would have feelings for each other.

"So, sister-in-law... My life is on your side. Xia Wuwu smiled bitterly, since his mind was completely decided, he used the tip of his sword to cut a long cut in his arm.

The stinging pain made him sober up a little, so he raised his whip again and whispered, "Drive!"