Tease the Heavens

"Extremely stupid."

When the old man heard this, he was instantly furious, and he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. His face was gloomy like a thick black cloud, and his eyes shot with murderous intent. The surrounding air was extremely cold, as if it was about to be frozen into ice.

He immediately slapped the stone wall with his palm, and the stone chips flew and the gravel rolled down, instantly forming a pitch-black hole the size of a head.

If it wasn't for the fact that Zao Wou-Ki was the sect master and his status was not much lower than him, if it were someone else, I'm afraid he would have slapped him and killed him. At the critical juncture of retreating and attacking the Soul Palace, I was interrupted by life. It felt like carrying a gun and being suddenly pulled out when the battle was in full swing.

That elusive and hard-to-find sense of breaking the realm, I don't know if I catch it again and I will wait until the Year of the Monkey and the Horse Moon. Destroying people's practice is tantamount to killing relatives and genocide. For warriors, it is an undying hatred.

Zao Wou-Ki and the old man looked at each other without the slightest fear, but at this moment, his face still showed apology at the right time, he folded his fists, and said, "It's because I was too anxious, I didn't think about it carefully, I'm sorry, but it's really urgent now. just to wake you up."

"What's the urgency? It's more important than my practice?" The old man still had a gloomy face, his voice was dry and cold, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat. It could be seen that he was suppressing the crazy killing intent in his heart at this time, but his breath was still there. The icy cold did not dissipate.

The disciple taught by the foolish junior brother has exactly the same personality as him, regardless of the importance and the pros and cons. I really want to kill him just like that.

"Luoxia Sect is about to be destroyed, so I dared to ask the elder Taishang to come out." Zhao Wuji bowed his body and gave a big salute. Of course, the old man didn't see the sarcasm flashing in his eyes. smile.

When the old man heard the words, the blue veins on his forehead jumped, almost bursting blood vessels, and then he secretly exhaled to calm himself down, and then he said in a cold voice: "Luo Xia Sect will be destroyed when it is destroyed, a bunch of **** who don't know how to grow. , and one day they will all be killed."

Of course, what he said at the moment were all angry words. After all, he was watching the sect that grew up step by step. Although he didn't want to worry about its survival and concentrated on cultivation, he couldn't ignore it now that he was bullied by others.

What's more, Zao Wou-Ki has been awakened from his cultivation. Even if he kills him at this time, nothing can change. The matter has come to this point, and he can only settle the account in the autumn, and he will definitely make him pay the price he deserves.

Zao Wou-Ki lowered his head and said softly, "Please, Elder Taishang, move to Luoxia Hall and take charge of the overall situation."

The old man snorted coldly, his eyes full of killing intent stared at Zao Wou-Ki for ten breaths before he got up from the futon, his anger did not subside, and said, "You juniors, if the old man is gone, I really don't know who can provoke it. Daliang. Come on, who is going to destroy my Luoxia Sect, this old man wants to see who has the guts."

Since he has fallen to the point where he is going to disturb him, the other party may not be able to deal with it easily, but now that he is only one foot away from the Soul Palace, what is there to be afraid of?

While talking, the old man patted the dust on his robe, and was about to go out, but he saw that Zao Wou-Ki was still hanging his head and stomping on the spot, like a piece of wood, and he suddenly became angry and shouted: "I'm still If you don't go, why are you staying here?"

"Hehe, of course staying here will kill you."

Zao Wou-Ki raised his head at this moment, and suddenly showed a smile that was not a smile, his eyes as deep as a pool met the old man, and a very rich purple light flowed in them, and his pupils instantly turned into a demonic deep purple, and it was faintly visible that the lines were twisted. traces, like a demon.

"You..." When the old man saw this, he was stunned for a moment, and he felt a moment in his heart. He wanted to turn his head away immediately, but in a flash, he seemed to be involved in a vortex, and there was only a cloud of darkness in his field of vision, like a snowflake. things float. This scene lasted for less than a breath, and was suddenly replaced by a blood-like scarlet, and blood filled his eyes.

Zao Wou-Ki's complexion was as pale as white paper, and there was no blood in it, but he didn't seem to notice it, his expression was still calm, a palm was like a sword, it had penetrated through the old man's chest, stretched out from the back, and a finger was holding a knife. still beating heart.

Although it is only a breath of time, it is deadly enough for an unprepared old man.

"You're not Zao Wou-Ki, who are you?" The old man regained his clarity, looked at the familiar and unfamiliar face in front of him, gritted his teeth and asked in a cold voice.

Zao Wou-Ki didn't say a word, didn't even look at him, the next moment, with a bang, he crushed his heart.

However, for a strong man like the old man, even though his heart is broken, he will not die in a short time, so he took advantage of this gap, his eyes were ferocious, and he slammed a palm on Zhao Wuji's shoulder, and the unparalleled power instantly sent One of its arms was shattered, half of its body was tattered, and it flew out and hit the stone wall.

Although the old man was only one step away from the Soul Palace realm, he was still like slaughtering a dog in the Nachuan stage of the spiritual realm, and he didn't need to waste much energy, so Zao Wou-Ki leaned against the wall and struggled for a long time, then he gradually stopped moving. He spit out the blood from his mouth like he didn't want money, and dyed his body red. He was already breathing in more and out, and his vitality was gradually dissipating, but there was still a sneering smile in his eyes.

"Good method, good method, offending such a person, it's not a loss to destroy the sect... Oh, it's not a loss." If the old man didn't understand what happened at this time, I'm afraid he'd be sorry that he had lived for hundreds of years, and suddenly smiled miserably. , his vitality is fading, and now what else can be done besides waiting for death?

The Luoxia Sect didn't have a panacea that could instantly heal a person, not to mention that his heart was broken, and his essence had already dissipated. If it can be promoted to the Soul Palace realm, it will be another ending now.

The light in the old man's eyes gradually faded, like a candle in the wind, dying. At this time, a faint shadow that seemed to disappear at any time suddenly stepped out of Zao Wou-Ki's body and landed in the void.

The figure is a young man in white clothes and black hair, with handsome eyebrows and a playful smile. If he ignores the seemingly non-existent dangerous aura on his body, I am afraid that this face will be enough to make countless girls secretly agree.

"The ghost of the soul? Fake and unreal. It seems that the remnant soul of a certain senior is immortal, and the old man died without justice." The regretful taste in his tone was strong and strong.

Ji Jiu smiled and said, "The old man seems to know a lot, and he also knows about the soul."

This is only half of Ji Jiu's soul, and the rest remains in the body of "Chu Yunfeng". Although "Zao Wuji"'s body is broken, Ji Jiu's soul is not affected. Now if there is no real Soul Palace realm martial artist, no one can do anything to him.

Hearing this, the old man suddenly had yearning in his eyes, and said astringently: "Oh, the soul. The soul palace is the beginning of the martial artist's road to eternal life, which will enlighten the soul and transform it into the soul. Between the eyebrows, the depths behind Yintang condensed the sea of ​​consciousness..."

"There's a lot of nonsense."

Ji Jiu suddenly showed impatience on his face and interrupted him. With a wave of his hand, an extremely gloomy and cold aura, like a breath from the depths of Jiuyou, appeared quietly.

It was still difficult for Ji Jiu to summon the soul fire at this time, so the ghost of his soul faded a little, and his face became blurred, but he didn't care, a wisp of fire snake jumped out directly and landed on it. On the old man.

The old man wailed suddenly, like killing pigs and dogs, his voice was miserable~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It was shocking to hear, because the pain penetrated into the soul and into the bone marrow, it was even more tragic than torture, not to mention ordinary people, it was Ji Jiu Ye didn't want to be contaminated by soul fire, not to mention his soul fire was more domineering than other people's.

After a few breaths, a pitch-black pit appeared silently on the spot, like a black hole. The old man and his soul, which had almost been transformed, were all swallowed up by the soul fire, leaving nothing left.

Ji Jiu took away the soul fire and swept the surroundings lightly, but found nothing of value, and the phantom of the soul immediately turned into a white shadow and disappeared.

……

……

At the foot of Luoxiazong Mountain.

Qin Hao is leading a group of puppet disciples to fight without fear of death. He is full of murderous aura. He is also influenced by this group of disciples. The moves are all desperate, his clothes are covered with blood, and his hair is wet with blood and sticks to his face. up, like a battle-hardened warrior.

He didn't know that the comrades he was fighting side by side had already been made into puppets by Ji Jiu, so he could be so ruthless.

The two sects are like fire and water, incompatible with each other.

With a knife, he slashed a big head of the opponent's disciple. Qin Hao turned around and rushed into the crowd. His eyes suddenly turned slightly red, a scarlet like a beast. A familiar woman in a white dress fell into his field of vision.

The woman was slender and slender, like a pure white lotus flower. She was standing in the middle of the Luoxia Sect. She was being carefully guarded by a tall man. Her jade hand squeezed the hem of the man's clothes. The pitiful look was exactly Xie Yanran.

"This bitch." Qin Hao looked at her, his body trembled slightly, and then he spit out these three words through gritted teeth.

Murderous aura surged into the sky, and suddenly burst out.

​​