The man in black looked into the distance, and the middle-aged man turned into a mountain demon caught his attention, he didn't expect the rumors to be true.

"Do you know who that person is?" asked the man in black.

The short man bowed his body and returned respectfully: "Isn't this person transformed by a mountain demon?

The man in black smiled a little disappointedly and said, "The monster turned into a human form, which is only recorded in the ancient scriptures. To be honest, even my ancestors have never seen a monster in human form. ”

"Oh", the short man seemed to understand something, and since he had said that, he must have known what was going on. But to say it so vaguely, I'm afraid it's a secret that can't be known to others, but he wants to find someone to talk to, and this contradictory state of mind is really true.

The short man looked at the man in black, the brim of the baseball cap was pressed very low, and he couldn't see his eyes clearly, but the short man was still very emotional, even if he was in a conflicted mood, he could still be calm and calm. Not to mention the strength and background, this attitude of not being surprised is something I can't compare.

The man in black tightened the collar of his trench coat and said coldly: "Look, it will be very lively next." ”

The middle-aged man turned into a mountain demon, his eyes were full of an incomprehensible look, and the scale armor on his face looked like a shark.

Jiang Qingjiu stood beside Zhang Yiwen with a relaxed expression. Both of them knew that the middle-aged man in front of him was extremely dangerous, and he could turn into a humanoid monster, which was only found in ancient scriptures and legends, and it was a little shocking that he appeared today.

"Brother Jiang, go back and report the news. I am already a mortally wounded man, and when I die, I will die, and I will be able to loosen the shackles between you and me. ”

Zhang Yiwen said righteously. He was influenced by Taoist culture since he was a child, and he developed such a character.

Jiang Qingjiu smiled lightly and shook his head, he was also shocked by the sudden transformation of the mountain demon into a human form before, but after thinking about it carefully, there must be a clue in this, so he said: "Yiwen Zhenren, do you think this person is really transformed by the mountain demon, what a fantastical thing it is for a demon to turn into a human form, except for some ancient scriptures and local legends, there are almost no cases of demons turning into human form." ”

Zhang Yiwen suddenly realized, indeed as Jiang Qingjiu said, even if it is a cultural collection of Qingcheng Mountain for thousands of years, there is no record of the transformation of demons into human forms.

The middle-aged man laughed, and the thick long hair behind his back suddenly exploded. A round of glowing red light scattered into five petals and rose behind the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man smiled dismally, looking at the two of them, just like looking at two dead people, after so many years, he didn't know if the choice everywhere was correct, but since he had come to this point, he couldn't turn back.

Jiang Qingjiu's face was ugly, the five-petal light group, this person turned out to be a five-part strength, this is very difficult, you must know that even the old heavenly master of Qingcheng Mountain is estimated to have eight strengths, and this guy has reached the strength of five.

Zhang Yiwen was obviously also shocked, the strength of the five departments. The two of them may not even count one strength, what should they do in the face of such a person?

Jiang Qingjiu asked: "Yiwen Zhenren, this is a powerhouse of the five departments." ”

Zhang Yiwen nodded, the other party is a powerhouse of the five departments, and there is no suspense anymore.

Jiang Qingjiu unfolded the spells in his hand, no matter how subtle these charms were, how amazing his techniques were, in the face of absolute strength, they had no effect.

You can't run away, even if you are a strong person in the five parts, you have to give it a try. Thinking like this, Jiang Sake made up his mind in his heart, let's fight to the death!

"Electric Light Charm, Thunder Charm, Demolition Charm, Ten Thousand Miles Bondage Charm......"

Jiang sake kept drawing spells. The next moment after the spell was drawn, Jiang Sake quickly took out the charm with his other hand. The spell was cast on the middle-aged man's body, and no matter what the spell was, it seemed that it could not stop the middle-aged man's progress.

The five-petal light cluster, like five blood-red suns, swirled slightly, and no spell seemed to work on him.

Jiang Qingjiu was in a cold sweat on his head, the portrayal of these charms was in urgent need of strength, and he kept depicting it, even those old people couldn't support it.

The middle-aged man approached, smiled very hideously, without any technique, and directly lunged and punched Jiang Qingjiu in the abdomen.

Jiang Qingjiu's entire body flew out like a cannonball, and he fell heavily to the ground, smashing the concrete floor deep into a three-meter huge crater.

A sharp tinnitus appeared in Jiang Qingjiu's ears, followed by a sharp pain, different from the atrophy of being scratched by the mountain demon, at this time, the internal organs seemed to be blown open, the bones in his chest were basically shattered, and the blood coughed up from his lungs had a fishy smell.

On the ground, Zhang Yiwen didn't panic, this is the strength of the five departments, the power of one punch can achieve such an effect, it is really shocking.

The middle-aged man turned around, the five-petal light cluster gradually dissipated, and the rain instantly soaked his robe. As soon as he mentioned Zhang Yiwen, his expression was indifferent, the Taoist priest of Qingcheng Mountain, he asked with a smile: "You are a disciple of Qingcheng Mountain." ”

Zhang Yiwen replied: "That's right, the poor road is Qingcheng Mountain's. ”

"Are you a disciple of Zhang Taixu?" the middle-aged man asked curiously.

Zhang Yiwen said: "It is the disciple of Taixu Zhenren. ”

The middle-aged man laughed loudly, and said with a cold face: "Taixu Zhenren is very powerful, and you, a closed disciple, make me a little disappointed." ”

After speaking, the middle-aged man threw Zhang Yiwen on the ground, punched Zhang Yiwen's head, and slammed his head into the soil, followed by another punch, three punches in a row, the splashed plasma was diluted by the rain in mid-air, and Zhang Yiwen's head fell deep into the dirt and the flesh was blurred, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

The short man sighed inwardly,

"Why don't you make a move, seeing the disciples of the Heavenly Master being beaten to death like this?"

The man in black pointed to the rain and fog not far away in the other direction, and said, "Don't worry about you and me, someone is coming." ”

Mu Yun Palace's red eyes and a long sword quickly walked towards the rain and mist emitted by the smell of blood.

Now his mind was full of scenes of his disciples being killed, those spirits, those ghosts floating from everywhere, they were like evil wolves, tearing the bodies of the living alive, the blood flying in the sky splashed on the living people, and fear gradually drove everyone to turn their backs on their beliefs, screaming and despairing.

The smell of blood drifted everywhere with the rain. The cold rain slapped on his cheeks, and Mu Yun Palace's mind cleared up a little, this empty ruined city, if there were still living people in front of him, it must be a senior brother of Yiwen, could it be that he was still fighting fiercely with the mountain demon.

Mu Yun Gong lifted the long sword and rushed over very quickly.

The short man in the distance smiled a little awkwardly, Muyun Palace really survived.

The man in black took out a pack of cigarettes in his pocket, a light blue light screen appeared above his head, the man lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, took a deep breath, and said with some emotion: "A person who has betrayed his faith will be no different from a dead corpse in the future." ”

Another man asked, "You mean Muyun Palace?"

The man in black smiled meaningfully and returned, "The only thing he's going to do before he becomes an empty shell is to kill you both." ”

"Ahh The short man was shocked.

"What, scared?" the man in black took a puff of his cigarette and said disdainfully, "Your life and death are like goose feathers, insignificant. ”

The short man gritted his teeth, and the perennial crawling made him bow his head with interest, and his attitude was a little more respectful, and said: "You give me two things, and my second brother and I will leave immediately, so as not to disturb you watching the play." ”

The man in black under the light blue light screen quickly smoked the cigarette in his hand, habitually threw the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground with his right hand, and stepped on it vigorously with his right foot, as if he had trampled on others in the past, and stepped on it hard, one hand supported the brim of his hat, looking at the two, his eyes were full of a disdain and an irresistible look.

The atmosphere almost dropped to freezing point, and the two sides could start to move in an instant.

The short man suddenly said in a half-joking tone, "This is a deal between Mr. Yu and my brothers. “

The man in black smiled weirdly, took out a half-fist-sized object wrapped in his arms, looked at it, and threw it to the short man.

The short man smiled and said, "Thank you, my two brothers are leaving." ”

After saying that, the two turned and left.

The man in black sighed, his eyes were full of disappointment, this is a token of going to that place, just give this kind of pawn.

In the rain and fog, the middle-aged man sighed, and said in an extremely calm tone: "It's disappointing at this time, the closed disciples of Qingcheng Mountain are only like this." ”

"yes,"

Mu Yungong said coldly, the body in front of him that couldn't see the head should be Yiwen's junior brother, and there was almost no anger from that body, if Zhang Yiwen was still alive, it would only be a few breaths.

"Thunder Sword Spell. “

Muyun Palace sacrificed a long sword, carving an extremely cumbersome and complicated spell, the blood-red spell condensed in mid-air, and layers of light-type formations were superimposed in front of Muyun Palace, and the long sword led down a thunderbolt from mid-air and landed in the middle of the formation and pointed directly at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man still had a calm look on his face, and said coldly: "Qingcheng Mountain's technique." It's familiar. “

Mu Yungong used his hand to point towards the middle-aged man.

The long sword flew out of the formation, with a thunderous force, which was quite devastating.

The middle-aged man opened his mouth, the scales on his face cracked rapidly, and the middle-aged man's cheeks quickly expanded, and his mouth also became larger.

Seeing this, Muyun Palace couldn't believe it, did this person want to swallow the long sword?

The long sword turned into a neon and sank into the middle-aged man's mouth.

The middle-aged man's figure was like a ghost, and he appeared beside Muyun Palace in an instant. He smiled, and directly hit Muyun Palace into the air with one palm, and the Muyun Palace in mid-air was beaten back and forth by a middle-aged man, for a full thirty seconds, the moment he landed, there was no complete skin on his face, and the whole person was like a person who had escaped from the center of the explosion, almost hanging by a thread.