The nine-story blood tower came out of his hand, and the runes on it jumped and flowed brightly, and he went towards the dialect suppression.

"Yellow Springs Nine Secluded, Blood Sea Styx. ”

The hunchbacked old man pinched the trick with one hand, and the wings behind his back were all highlighted, and the blood and qi in it tumbled, wrapping the blood tower layer by layer at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After the baptism of blood and qi, the exquisite small pagoda surged several times in an instant, and it was several zhang high, and it was intimidating.

"The power of imprisonment. ”

The speed of the blood tower suddenly decreased, and it hung steadily in the air, staying above Fang Yan's head.

A trace of reddish-brown mist overflowed from the window hole, and the blood tower lit up with light lines, from one to the sixth end.

The space around it seemed to stagnate and condense, filled with an indescribable force.

The hunchbacked old man roared as hard as he could, spitting out a few obscure syllables from time to time.

On the blood tower, the lines became more and more cumbersome, and the blood qi gradually became richer.

The rope of confinement that was invisibly wrapped around Fang Yan's body seemed to have undergone a slight change at this moment.

"Six Tribulation Artifact?"

Fang Yan frowned, his arms as if they were tightly bound by countless ropes.

"The power of sacrifice. ”

"How is that possible?"

The hunchbacked old man's eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost.

"You have magic weapons, and I have Xuan Bing. ”

Fang Yan can clearly feel the passage of life force in the flesh and blood meridians, constantly eating away at the essence like a cocoon, but it is always difficult to resist.

"Something. ”

Fang Yan smiled and turned his wrist, the blade of the sword flashed with a cold light, and the power of restraint disappeared in an instant.

The hunchbacked old man's eyes were glazed, and a sword shadow was reflected in his pupils.

He watched as the Blood Tower swirled, shrinking backwards to the size of a palm.

Six Tribulation Magic Weapons, under one sword, fiasco!

"This time I didn't lose unjustly. ”

The third sword was finally swung and fell.

Smooth and unprocrastinating.

Three swords, the same three swords.

With a flick of the fingers, the years are like a bubble.

The mud that I didn't get out of 20 years ago is like yesterday.

The hunchbacked old man sat on the ground with his buttocks, and the two bloody wings behind him turned into powder and dissipated in the wind.

The scene in front of me is like a nightmare that lingered twenty years ago.

At that time, he was a martial arts master, much appreciated by the sect, and he was proud of the spring breeze, but he was unexpectedly defeated by an unknown junior.

As for what the little junior brother said later, it is unknown.

He walked down the mountain gate like a marionette, lost his soul, like a lost dog.

A drizzle fell from the sky, hit the body, and poured it on the heart.

He had fantasized more than once about how he would wash away the humiliation he had suffered in the past if he was lucky enough to meet again in this life.

After the fiasco that year, he relied on his lonely courage to find the junior, and wanted to make a life-and-death contract, but he was beaten half to death by the elders of the sect, and almost abolished his cultivation.

When he was expelled from the sect, a junior disciple who had a good personal relationship on weekdays secretly told him that the junior was not a nameless disciple who had entered the world, but a proud disciple of a hidden master of the Qingyun Sect.

Not surprisingly, two months later, the sect will be promoted to the head of the outer sect.

He began to give up on himself and live in decadence.

Until he meets the mysterious man who claims to be able to give him a new lease of life.

He ran into the liquor store like crazy, ignoring the pointing and pointing of the crowd around him, and got drunk like mud.

What should have been a bright future came to an abrupt end.

He was thirty-six years old.

There is something to give, but the price is far more heavy than he imagined.

I don't know where the strange exercises have been inherited, and he has been reborn from the inside out, and he is like two people in the past.

He could clearly perceive the leap in his realm, but he seemed to be limited by some kind of rule, and no matter how he cultivated, it would be difficult to improve even half a step.

For the first time in his life, he was so hungry for power, fantasizing about being able to get rid of it.

Even if it's just once, that's enough.

It's a pity that there is no pie that falls from the sky in vain.

Everything he can get now, in exchange for his original identity, may be in vain as he can for the rest of his life.

He began to do things for men, regardless of good and evil, and would not ask why.

He just wants to get what he wants, that's all.

Frustrated?

If it were the ambitious self he used to be, maybe he would be unwilling, he thought so.

But in any case, he knew very well in his heart that the honest man who used to be cautious and cautious in every way was dead.

Is that the end of it?

At this point, he had no choice.

It's just that it's no longer as fanfare and blatant as it used to be.

He began to look around for news of the juniors, day after day, year after year.

The heritage of the Qingyun Sect is unfathomable in the end.

Instead of finding half a clue, he repeatedly exposed his identity and was almost chased and killed by Qingyun's secret agents.

After several years of training down the mountain, he has achieved the true legend of the master.

He was a little dazed, and he was confused for a while.

Do you want revenge?

By chance, he finally asked the inside story by knocking on the side.

There is a peach blossom forest on Qingyun Peak, and in the depths of the forest lives a hidden master who does not know his age.

In that later life, before the weak crown, he was already a well-known figure among the disciples of the Xuanzi generation of the Qingyun Sect.

He felt that there was no hope of revenge, so he only cared about venting his anger on others, and his methods became more and more cruel.

But providence was merciful, and an unexpected change in the rivers and lakes suddenly came.

The junior violated the taboo of the sect for some reason, and after repeated teachings, he did not repent, and then went out of the mountain without authorization, causing a bloody storm.

The answer is yes.

However, he chose a different way.

With his outstanding talent, that junior broke through two realms in just a few years, and he was in the limelight and a sensation.

At this moment, he has long forgotten his original grievances, and when he thinks about it, he can't help but feel a little embarrassed.

It's not that he has mercy, after all, the junior is young and frivolous, although it is an unintentional mistake, but it forces him to a dilemma of no return.

It's just that the world is changing, and people's hearts are impermanent.

It is rumored that the seven heroes of Qingyun entered the WTO with the order and joined forces, but they couldn't hurt the junior, and then the elders of the inner door condescended to each other, so as to avoid infighting and cannibalism in the same door.

Since then, there has been no news related to that junior in the Qingyun Sect.

He thought that with the fame of the hidden masters, the matter would definitely be over. But I don't want to hear people mention it many years later, that junior asked people to abolish their cultivation, take fame and eliminate their numbers, and expel them from Qingyun. And because the former enemy came to the door, he was brutally murdered, and his bones were gone.

This unbearable past was firmly sealed in his heart by him and he never wanted to mention it.

Now looking at the outstanding demeanor of the year in front of him, the same fierce three dust-piercing sword intents.

Later, he gradually got rid of the control of the mysterious man, became famous in the rivers and lakes, and broke out of the world alone.

Yesterday was still infinitely beautiful, and when I didn't know when I was unlucky, many years of hard work were in vain, and I was lost.

He is so, and the younger generations will not escape the doom either.

Despite the change of appearance, the hunchbacked old man is still very determined.

This figure is the former enemy he has been looking for.