The black balls on his shoulders still burst open, and the blood flowers mixed with the minced flesh sprayed half of Wu Qiutian's black clothes.

Without hesitation, he took a Soul Restoration Grass from the storage ring and stuffed it into the end, not even caring about the dirt on it. He shouldn't have been so panicked, just because after the black ball burst, it was constantly absorbing the qi and blood in his body, and at the same time, his witch breath was spilling out little by little along the wound.

Although there is an ancestral spirit protector, the speed of repair is not as fast as the black ball of light.

The former is long and slow, the latter is swift and short-lived, but the enemy is still in sight, and there is no room for the slightest distraction. In his heyday, he was no match for the old man, and he couldn't even lose hope of escaping because he was injured.

There are many people who don't hit the south wall and don't look back, whether it's the cultivation realm or mortal dust, but Wu Qiutian is a person who doesn't look back after hitting the south wall, so he wants to fight with the old man.

I don't measure my strength, but I still have to fight, this is the mystery of the god of war's punishment.

I am not even afraid of the heavens, who in the world can make me afraid.

The old man squinted his eyes and stared at Wu Qiutian, his eyes fixed on the slowly decreasing witch breath, and after a long time, he sighed: "It turned out to be the old man of the Wu clan, I really didn't expect that after being silent for thousands of years, my old guy can still see the people of the Wu Sect." Little one, you make me very happy, if you are a member of another sect, even if you have an enmity with me, I will let you live. Why are you from the Witch Sect?"

It seems to be sighing, and it seems that he is saying the last words to Wu Qiutian.

The murderous aura poured out from the old man's body like a tide, and he had an extra handful of dust in his hand, the dust was snow-white all over, and the material could not be seen, but the runes outlined on it were extremely fine.

"Take the purple clothes and go!" Wu Qiutian suddenly shouted.

He felt endless killing intent from the old man, this old man seemed to have a grudge against the backland, otherwise he would not have attacked a junior regardless of his identity. Wu Qiutian thought in his heart, and at the same time immediately asked Lu Xihua to leave with Xuanyuan Ziyi.

He thought well, but this old man had a grudge against Houtu and put it aside for the time being, he still thought wrong. That is, the thousand-year catastrophe is coming, no matter how old it is, it will not show mercy to a junior because of the so-called bearing. The mercy of today's subordinates is very likely to turn into the killing of their own subordinates in the coming day.

The Millennium Tribulation is cruel, like the Colosseum, allowing human beings to kill each other, killing a group of people with high cultivation, and then popping up a group of people with even lower cultivation.

For thousands of years, there are few wonderful and glamorous people in any place, but few people can leave a name in history. Those who are not good enough and tragic in life will naturally not be able to enter the inheritance documents of various countries, and those who are dead are already dead, where can they still be qualified to enter the literature. Only those who really turned the Kyushu continent upside down, and finally managed to survive, and their descendants are eligible to leave their names in the annals of the Nine Kingdoms.

The old man smiled slightly: "Stay, since you are here, let's stay!" Houtu robbed my granddaughter and made me lose my only seedling, if this revenge is not avenged, I will be ashamed of the undead under Yan'er Jiuquan." ”

What do you mean? This doubt flashed in his mind, and he immediately had no time to think about it anymore, because the dust in the old man's hand had turned into a thread of silk and wound around him.

Eight thousand feet underground, Houtu's face was solemn, and his heart had already risen to his throat.

Teng Snake lay on his stomach at the foot of Houtu, his body had shrunk countless times, and he had become a small snake.

"Why don't you go up, it's useless to wait here, Qiu Tian wants to run, but he can't run out, you don't know how stubborn that old guy is. If it weren't for the mountain gate of the Wumen Gate that you used to use the formation condensed by the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Ancestral Spirit's Witch Breath Seeds as a defense, he would have gone to the Wumen a long time ago, so why bother tossing around here in the Broken Heaven. Teng Snake's spirit was a little sluggish, as if he had been hit by something, but what he said was still so bitter.

Houtu muttered: "This old guy is forcing me out, otherwise he would never have let Qiu Tian make so many moves under him." ”

"Are you afraid of him?" said the serpent.

Houtu coughed dryly: "I'm not afraid of him, it's just that after all, my granddaughter was personally captured by me to Wumen, no matter how I say this, it's my fault, what, old acquaintances always feel embarrassed when they meet." ”

Teng Snake rolled his eyes: "Then wait for Qiu Tian to be tortured and killed!"

Houtu gritted his teeth and did not speak.

The old man on it turned into thousands of silk threads, each of which seemed to be endless, even with the sharpness of Ganqi, it was difficult to shake the soft silk threads.

Part of the silk thread is divided to restrain Wu Qiutian's hands and feet, and the other is to surround Wu Qiutian, and from time to time one or two silk threads will not be able to withstand loneliness and burrow into Wu Qiutian's body to suck it. The fresh blood seemed to make those silk threads very excited, and judging from the action of brushing the dust, it was enough to see that the dust-whisking machine spirit was an extremely bloodthirsty machine spirit.

Lu Xihua has already escaped, before Wu Qiutian spoke, he was just a little stunned and was about to take Xuanyuan purple clothes. But at this critical juncture, Xuanyuan Ziyi was not willing to leave Wu Qiutian at all. In the end, Lu Xihua had no choice but to knock her out directly, anyway, her cultivation is not high now, and it is the easiest thing to stun her.

As for what Xuanyuan Ziyi would do after waking up, this was not within Lu Xihua's consideration, and his idea at that time was to take Xuanyuan Ziyi away quickly.

The old man gave him the feeling that he was on an equal footing with himself, but if he wanted to take care of Xuanyuan Ziyi, he couldn't do it both ways.

Carrying Xuanyuan purple clothes, he flew quickly, and soon disappeared into the sphere of influence of Rising Sun Peak. He secretly prayed in his heart, hoping that Wu Qiutian would be safe.

In fact, Wu Qiutian was very dangerous now, every time those white silk threads entered, the witch breath in his body would be much less, and at the same time, his spirit and spirit would be much worse.

The old man looked at the dust that had already been dyed red by a third, and exclaimed: "This is a good young man, and he has such a strong essence and blood in his body. Even if you encounter a blood Shura, I'm afraid it's just that. At such an age, the cultivation has broken through to such a point, with such a strong body, if the old man had met him earlier, he would definitely accept him as an apprentice. ”

Everyone has the heart of talent, especially this kind of old guy who is about to enter the ground with half a body, and he cherishes those capable and powerful young people very much.

It is precisely because of this that the old man said that if Wu Qiutian was not a disciple of Houtu, he would definitely let him live without hesitation.

Houtu couldn't help it: "Long worm, you stay here for me, I'll go out and meet that old guy, there are some things that can't be explained, it's time to explain and explain." ”

Teng Snake said: "It should have been like this a long time ago, that old guy took my tendons, I don't have any strength now, if you want to go, go by yourself, be careful." ”

Houtu nodded, and slammed out of the soil layer.

At Wu Qiutian's feet, the dirt suddenly bulged out, and it was still churning.

The old man smiled: "I finally can't help it, this old guy is even more tolerant than Xuanwu back then." It's a pity that the old turtle has no successor, and he himself died miserably, if the old turtle is here, I don't know if this old guy will be blue-eyed, and by the way, he will be a disciple?"

He said to himself, but the little guy next to him thought about it.

Houtu is one of the twelve ancestral witches, Xuanwu is one of the holy beasts of the four directions, the two are the existence of the same era, and even Xuanwu appeared tens of thousands of years later than Houtu, how could the ancestor actually say that Xuanwu would accept Houtu as a disciple?

Suppressing the curiosity in his heart, at this moment, the little guy found that the ancestor exuded an unprecedented murderous aura, looking at the ancestor's posture, as if he was going to fight to the death with someone. Since he was adopted, although he has been practicing in the mountains on weekdays, it has been almost half a year since he came out, and he has never seen the appearance of the ancestor.

Houtu came out of the soil layer, shook the soil on his body, and touched his smooth head: "Bei Mingao, how can you old boy learn to be disrespectful to the old? ”

Wu Qiutian looked at the old man, and then looked at Houtu, and suddenly realized in his heart that this old man named Bei Mingao really had a grudge against Houtu.

Bei Mingao suddenly laughed, his murderous aura was swept away, he stretched out his hand, and returned to him unwillingly, the blood-red silk threads didn't seem to be finished, and they kept twitching in the direction where Wu Qiutian was.

In the face of this old enemy for hundreds of thousands of years, Bei Ying was surprisingly calm, and the murderous aura in the sky only emanated for a moment before disappearing without a trace. He glanced at Wu Qiutian, who fell to the ground, and said lightly: "If I am still holding the shelf, I am afraid that you will be a turtle with a shrunken head until you die." This kid is good, and he is also a leader among young people, looking at him like that, you know that he is the successor carefully selected by your Houtu, I don't have that ability, so I can only do this. ”

"I'm not ashamed!" Hou Tu said angrily.

"If you want to be old, you are not as powerful as you, although you are just a doppelganger, but you are also a great Twelve Ancestors of the Witches, after the decline of the Wu Clan, you are also a remnant of the Protoss. But what have you done? Abduct my own granddaughter, that is my lifeline, my son and daughter-in-law died early, just such a granddaughter can still accompany me, you actually took it away directly. Now that nearly three hundred years have passed, you have finally come out. As he spoke, the old man became excited.

Houtu waved his hand: "Old guy, I don't want to say more, if you know each other, let me take the child away, you and my account, I will naturally find time to settle with you." ”

"Don't, you belong to the turtle, I don't know what it has to do with Xuanwu, let you go now, I'm afraid it's hard to find you if I want to find you again." The old man hurriedly said.

After restraining Wu Qiutian, he didn't worry that Houtu would leave, but he didn't have this idea for the time being when he handed over Wu Qiutian to the other party.

Hou Tu said gloomily: "Do you know who he is? If you knew who he was, you wouldn't threaten me with his life." ”