Wu Xiaoyao looked at the old man in Tsing Yi, his eyes were full of disdain, and then he said lightly: "Death is not a threat.

I don't die today, and I will come and take your life one day!"

The sound was like the sound of thunder above the sky, and it fell into the ears of the old man in Tsing Yi word for word.

"It's up to you, you want to kill the old man, hahaha!"

This laugh, laughed for a long, long time!!

Wu Xiaoyao couldn't see the slightest humiliation or anger on his face, and his strength was not as good as others, which was nothing.

If you look down on yourself and don't have confidence in yourself, that's the worst thing!

The old man in front of him has been cultivating for nearly a thousand years, what's wrong with the other party?

Shame on you?

If he had also cultivated for nearly a thousand years, Wu Xiaoyao would dare to confidently say: The old man in Tsing Yi is definitely not his opponent!

The length of time to practice is different!

The realm is very far apart!

Even if you don't fight the other party, you won't choose humiliation, at most you will die!

Wu Xiaoyao is as open-minded as the sky, how can he be compared to a treacherous and despicable villain.

"Are you really not afraid of death?"

The old man in Tsing Yi looked directly at Wu Xiaoyao, and his eyes flashed with a chill!

Wu Xiaoyao raised his head, glanced at the old man in Tsing Yi, and said disdainfully: "It's easy for you to kill me.

Don't talk about those useless things, threats don't have any effect on me, my martial arts are a hard bone, soft and hard!"

Wu Xiaoyao's words were sonorous and powerful, but he was still a little unwilling in his heart, he never expected that in order to fulfill a promise, he would lose his life in the end.

Is it worth it?

It was not a wrong choice to promise the predecessor of the Mo Burial Immortal at the beginning, even his old man was gone, and I Wu Xiaoyao had nothing to complain about.

"Your so-called relatives and friends, the old man still can't look down on him, since you insist on dying, the old man will fulfill you. ”

Wu Xiaoyao sighed in his heart, and said secretly in his heart: "I'm so unwilling, if God is giving me a chance to be reborn, let me be reborn back a thousand years ago."

I have to find the Ink Burial Immortal Senior and strangle the green snake in his hand to death!"

"Pour!"

The old man in Tsing Yi slowly spit out a word, and Wu Xiaoyao's body was uncontrollable, and he fell back upright.

"Bang!"

Bang.

Wu Xiaoyao faced the sky and fell to the ground on his back.

"If you don't die, in the near future, when you have enough strength, the old man will definitely be killed by you, but unfortunately, you will never have this chance again. ”

The old man in Tsing Yi turned around, and at that moment, the soul bead bracelet given to Wu Xiaoyao by the predecessor of the Ink Burial Immortal emitted a strange green light, which went straight into Wu Xiaoyao's mind.

Wu Xiaoyao was surprised to find that he had once again regained his ability to think, although his whole body could not move, but the strange scene in his mind was incomprehensible to Wu Xiaoyao.

In his mind, the green light condensed into a shrunken light man, and Wu Xiaoyao was shocked to find that the little light man condensed by the green light was exactly the same as the predecessor of the Ink Burial Immortal.

The difference is that the light man "Ink Burial Immortal" in his mind is extremely small, not as good as the palm of an adult's hand.

"You...... What the hell is going on?"

Wu Xiaoyao opened his mouth wide in astonishment, and meditated in his heart.

"This is a wisp of soul power left by the old man in the soul bead, I thought that Xiao Qing'er would help you in a hundred years of affection, but I didn't expect that he would kill you with his own hands, completely ignoring the former master and servant!"

Wu Xiaoyao muttered to himself, "Soul power......?"

The Ink Burial Immortal nodded and said, "That's right, you are currently in a state of suspended animation, and after a few hours, you will be gone!"

I'm really dead?

Wu Xiaoyao looked down, and sure enough, it was not true.

His flesh lay straight on the cold ground, while he floated in mid-air like a balloon.

If it weren't for the inexplicable suction of his body, he would have flown away long ago.

"The old man in Tsing Yi was carefully cultivated by you, and now that he is killing innocents, should you clean up the portal?"

Wu Xiaoyao felt a hatred in his heart, and blamed himself in his heart: "If it weren't for my insistence on fulfilling my promise, I wouldn't have died!"

This time, he was completely harmed by the Ink Burial Immortal.

"The breeze can't shake the mountains, and there is not much soul power left by the old man, so that after you come back from the dead, the old man will die without regrets. ”

When Wu Xiaoyao heard this, his eyes narrowed into a line, and he shook his head again and again: "Don't let me come back from the dead, with my strength, what can I change by resurrection?"

Noticed by the old man in Tsing Yi, if the other party thinks of a thought, I will die without a place to be buried!"

The Ink Burial Immortal gave Wu Xiaoyao a reassuring smile and said, "Peace of mind is that the old man has his own way." ”

Wu Xiaoyao rolled his eyes, and just when he wanted to speak, his flesh emitted a suction, and in the next second, Wu Xiaoyao lost consciousness.

"Huh!"

The heartbeat of a person will stop, and the old man in Tsing Yi listened quietly in disbelief, and the sound of "Dong Dong!" came into his ears again.

Wu Xiaoyao's heartbeat was as small as a bee flapping its wings, even so, it was still difficult to escape the keen observation of the old man in Tsing Yi.

"Back from the dead!!"

The old man in Tsing Yi had not shown a surprised expression for a long time, and the shock in his heart made him dare not move.

After cultivating for nearly a thousand years, the old man in Tsing Yi knows that it is not just a legend that he wants to come back from the dead, but it is not difficult for those in the great realm to come back from the dead!

It's a pity that he won't!

This has already become a pimple in the heart of the old man in Tsing Yi, he has exhausted countless efforts, but he still can't delve into the mystery of resurrection from the dead!

What he didn't do with his life's energy was miraculously displayed in front of him.

It's like the Titanic, which is said to be unsinkable, hit an iceberg and fell into the sea on its first voyage.

The accompanying surprise is unimaginable.

"Xiao Qing'er, you have failed the old man!"

Just when the old man in Tsing Yi was in shock and couldn't extricate himself, Wu Xiaoyao's body suddenly stood up, and his eyes exuded a light that was extremely yin and cold.

As soon as Wu Xiaoyao spoke, the old man in Tsing Yi's face instantly turned pale and bloodless, he took a few steps back in horror, shook his head and said in disbelief: "Hugh wants to fool and deceive the old man."

The master has been dead for nearly five hundred years, and it is impossible to come back from the dead!"

The corners of Wu Xiaoyao's mouth curled slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the small gap exuded a sense of regret.

"The fate is destined! The old man can hold you with one hand, and naturally has the ability to destroy you, you have failed the old man in the front, can you be dissatisfied with the death today?"

Wu Xiaoyao said word by word. Before the words fell, his left hand was slowly raised, followed by a cloud of spiritual energy.

"Burial Cactus!!"

The old man in Tsing Yi gasped, screamed strangely, his pupils widened, and the frightened cry was like the sound of a cat being stepped on its tail.

When the faint-hearted hear this, they will definitely be scared half to death.

"The master created his own palm technique, tell me quickly, how did you get it?"

Wu Xiaoyao shook his head silently, and said quietly: "Stubborn, burial-cactus-cactus!"

As the words fell, the aura on Wu Xiaoyao's left hand turned into a palm and flew straight towards the old man in Tsing Yi.

"Poof!"

"Bang!"

The old man in Tsing Yi was hit in the chest by the palm of the aura condensed, and flew out directly after being hit.

After landing on the ground, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his breath was interrupted in an instant, perhaps he never thought that he would end his life in this way.

"Soul bead lock seven souls and six souls, prisoner!"

Wu Xiaoyao had words in his mouth, and the soul bead floated above the old man in Tsing Yi, and then he could see with the naked eye that the soul of the old man in Tsing Yi was absorbed by the soul bead.

Sitting on the ground, Wu Xiaoyao shrugged his head, and a sentence came to his mind: fate is destined, and luck is unknown. If you and I are destined, we will meet again. ”

Wu Xiaoyao opened his eyes leisurely, and he didn't have the slightest impression of what happened after he fell into a coma, and in his field of vision, the old man in Tsing Yi was dead.

"You can't live for your own sins! ”

Wu Xiaoyao pondered the words left by the predecessor of the Ink Burial Immortal in his mind, and muttered to himself with understanding.

"Huh!"

The soul beads floated in mid-air, and Wu Xiaoyao was surprised to find that two of the ten soul beads actually emitted light.

When there is a soul in the soul bead, the soul bead will shine with colorful brilliance, and Wu Xiaoyao can't help but penetrate the spirit into the second soul bead.

"It's you!"

Wu was happy, and stared at the old man in Tsing Yi with an angry face.

The soul in the soul bead could not devour the master, and Wu Xiaoyao was naturally not worried that the old man in Tsing Yi would be able to break the soul bead.

"I remember, I said I would kill you!" Wu Xiaoyao glanced at the old man in Tsing Yi, and said with a smile: "Now, I am going to fulfill my promise, you will be gone, do you have anything to say before you die?"

The old man in Tsing Yi stared at Wu Xiaoyao with a hideous face, and said coldly: "It's up to you, if the old man dies, you can't think of leaving here alive." ”

Wu Xiaoyao shrugged his shoulders and said with a dry smile: "Why should I leave? I heard that you haven't summoned anyone in a hundred years.

If I go out, I will say that everything here will be mine, and everyone will be under my control, and that this is your order, and they dare to disobey?

Don't talk about questioning, I'm afraid I won't even question, why?

Because in the eyes of outsiders, you are the "ancestor" that everyone looks up to, and since the ancestor is willing to summon me and not others, I can roughly guess what outsiders think.

I'll tell you what I think.

I said I would kill you, but I would never forgive you. When I get rid of you, I will become the new overlord within the range of the Burial Immortal Peak!"

The hideous expression on the face of the old man in Tsing Yi slowly faded, and the previous hideous color disappeared without a trace.

Wu Xiaoyao looked at the old man in Tsing Yi with interest, and said contemptuously: "You deserve to fall into this field, you are too bad for you!"

It is no exaggeration to say that without the predecessors of the ink burial immortal, there would be no old man in Tsing Yi Xiao Qing'er, who can understand the love of master and servant for a hundred years, and the final ending will be so bleak!

If the old man in Tsing Yi is dedicated to guarding the day when he is waiting to fulfill his promise, not only will his life not be in danger, but it is very likely that he will have a great chance.

Seeing the old man in Tsing Yi speak, Wu Xiaoyao slowly raised his hand, grabbed the soul bead bracelet floating in mid-air, and muttered to himself: "It's cheaper to kill him, he won't suffer anymore, it's so easy?" ”

There is no season, no time, and what you endure is pain!

What can't be avoided is suffering!

Wu Xiaoyao wanted to have a trace of pity for the old man in Tsing Yi, but the other party didn't appreciate it, and finally simply gave up!

"How can I convince those people outside that the old man in Tsing Yi trusts me and insists on delegating power to me?"

Wu Xiaoyao touched his nose and muttered in his mouth.