Emperor Yutianwu

The old man walked out of the space door, and immediately flew to Yi Wu's side without saying a word.

Yi Wu felt the breeze blowing around him and stood up suddenly.

Then when he saw the old man, he couldn't help but feel surprised.

"Great Elder, are you here?" Yi Wu's anxious heart finally dropped.

The white-haired old man nodded slightly, and then he looked up and down at Yi Wu, his brows furrowed.

Because Yi Wu didn't even have a single scratch on his body.

The old man asked: "What is all this about?"

Yi Wu took a deep breath and said immediately: "Back to the elder, we have been following Chu Yan since Bailing Hall, but our whereabouts have long been exposed!"

"Chu Yan is stronger than imagined. The sixth-level Holy Master is simply vulnerable to him."

"He deliberately let us follow him. After leading us here, he killed all of us in one fell swoop."

The elder frowned: "Then why are you not dead?"

Yi Wu did not hear the coldness in the old man's words at all, and continued: "He killed all the people of the Immortal Family and deliberately left me behind so that I could find someone in the family."

The white-haired elder was startled and subconsciously became vigilant.

What Yi Wu could guess, he could also think of.

Chu Yan killed all the people in the Immortal Holy Land, but in the end, Yi Wu, a member of the Immortal Family, was left alone. Why?

Because the Yi family is the weakest.

Chu Yan wanted to continue fishing.

Yi Wu saw the old man's vigilance and said hurriedly: "Elder, don't be nervous, I didn't betray you. I told Chu Yan that even if I die, I will not betray the family!"

"Then what? Chu Yan didn't kill you?" The old man frowned.

Yi Wu nodded: "No, he left on his own because he said that the others were dead and the family would not let me go, so he didn't kill me."

The old man fell silent for a moment.

After a long time, he sighed: "Xiao Wu, do you know...Chu Yan, he is right."

Yi Wu was startled at first.

Tsk - the next second, Bu Yiwu reacted, and the long sword in the white-haired elder's hand was already thrust out.

Yi Wu's eyes suddenly widened.

Poof!

This sword penetrated directly through Yi Wu's heart.

Yi Wu stared at the elder, not understanding the reason for all this.

"Why……"

The white-haired old man said calmly: "Everyone in the Immortal Family is dead, but you survived. What will those people in the Family think?"

"Even if I know that you didn't betray, who in this world would believe it? When the time comes, they will only think that my Yi family colluded with Chu Yan!"

"So, Xiao Wu, you must die. Since you love the family so much, you shouldn't mind sacrificing yourself for the family, right?"

Yi Wu's eyes were red and full of anger.

He opened his mouth, wanting to speak.

But I couldn't say it anyway.

All I have left in my heart is regret!

Bang bang bang!

At this time, a burst of applause suddenly sounded in the space.

The expressions of Yi Wu and the white-haired old man all changed.

"who!"

The white-haired old man fiercely drew his sword and turned around, and then saw Chu Yan walking down from the starry sky.

"Chu Yan! Is it you?" The white-haired old man's heart suddenly turned cold.

Immediately, he turned around and looked at Yi Wu. The only trace of apology in his eyes disappeared, replaced by only anger.

"Your death is indeed not unjust!"

Yi Wu became even more angry when he heard this.

In addition, I was also shocked. Chu Yan didn’t leave?

Chu Yan strolled over, surrounded by swords of faith.

As he walked, he looked at Yi Wu and said with a smile: "Look, I have told you a long time ago that the Yi family will never let you go, so why do you have to deceive yourself?"

Yi Wu was speechless for a long time.

At this time, the white-haired old man stared at Chu Yan: "Boy, is this all a trap set by you?"

Chu Yan glanced at the white-haired old man.

Chih--suddenly, a flash of Jinghong Sword Qi swept out.

The white-haired old man was startled and subconsciously wanted to raise his hand.

However, he still underestimated Chu Yan's sword.

This sword...

Too fast!

Tsk - In an instant, the sword of faith was pressed between the old man's eyebrows.

The old man's hand was only raised halfway, and his whole body was frozen in place, his eyes full of shock.

"You...how can you be so strong?"

You know, the old man is a seventh-level holy master.

According to the intelligence, even the Chu Yan puppet has a combat power of level six at most.

Chu Yan rolled his eyes at the white-haired old man and said speechlessly: "Please, what kind of old calendar are you talking about? After so long, can I still make any progress?"

The white-haired old man was startled, and then his face became as gloomy as iron.

Old almanac?

How long?

It’s only three days before and after, right?

Whose holy master's progress is determined by God...

Even some people who have cultivated to the limit cannot break through in seclusion for three days.

Even if the Holy Master cultivates one level to a great level, the time it takes to break through to the next level is calculated in months.

As if he could read the old man's mind, Chu Yan said in surprise: "Is it so difficult for the Holy Lord to break through? Maybe, but you have overlooked one thing. I am not the Holy Lord... I am only me, and I am a puppet. It won’t take that long for me to break through.”

The white-haired old man: "..."

Gulu!

His throat rolled, and he turned around to run away the next second.

pity……

He thinks too much.

Before his body turned, the sharp sword energy had already penetrated an inch between his eyebrows.

Tick!

The sound of blood falling to the ground sounded.

"No……"

The white-haired old man screamed, and then he hurriedly begged for mercy: "Don't, don't kill me...I, I can help you find someone!"

As soon as he said this, Yi Wu's eyes widened and he looked at the old man with anger.

Chu Yan was also stunned and burst into laughter.

"You... are not as good as him."

Chu Yan said lightly. However, he said this, but he really did not kill the old man. He smiled softly: "Come on, look for it, I will give you a chance."

"No, no!"

Yi Wu's heart had been pierced, but now he shouted with anger.

However, the white-haired old man never left Yi Wu.

You are going to die yourself, why do you care about the life and death of others?

Are you sick?

The next second, the white-haired old man took out a sound transmission stone and crushed it with a click without saying a word.

After saying that, the white-haired old man looked at Chu Yan attentively: "Chu... Mr. Chu, please don't kill me. I have sent a message to the clan and specially found a seventh-level holy master to kill you."

When Chu Yan heard this, his brows suddenly furrowed.

Poof!

A muffled groan.

The sword of faith penetrated the old man's eyebrows fiercely.

The white-haired old man's eyes suddenly widened.

Until the moment he died, he stared straight at Chu Yan, wondering why all this was happening...

I've found someone... and I've even found some weak people for you to kill.

Why do you want to kill me?

You didn't even kill Yi Wu.

Chu Yan stabbed out with his sword, and then after the old man died, he said angrily: "You bitch, you only found the seventh-level Holy Master. Are you looking down on me, Chu Yan?"

Yi Wu: "..."

The white-haired old man is dead.

Otherwise, after hearing this, I would probably be very angry!