"You vicious woman, I will cut you into pieces and smash your bones into ashes."
The old man in green struggled to get up with a slight trembling. Although he was missing a leg and an arm, with his cultivation, he could naturally stand up. However, standing on the ground with one leg felt quite funny, like
It's like the golden rooster is independent.
His voice was hoarse, as if something was stuck in his throat, making an unpleasant friction sound.
He limped and slowly walked towards the Palace Witch. Although he had no face or expression, anyone could see the ferocious look in his eyes. It seemed that he wanted to eat the witch's flesh and drink the witch's flesh.
of blood.
He was an ancient warrior in the womb-breathing realm, and he almost died in her hands. Although he still had one breath left, he was almost half disabled. Let alone taking further steps in the future, it would be considered good if his cultivation did not regress.
Destroying his body and cutting off his path to the pinnacle of martial arts is simply a matter of sworn hatred.
He moved towards the palace witch step by step. Although it was very difficult to walk, he could at least walk. However, the witch could not move a finger at this moment. He would have to tear the vicious woman alive later.
"Uncle, it's not good. Uncle, it's not good."
Suddenly, a panicked voice sounded in the silent forest, and then a figure ran over from one place, with a panicked look on his face, and shouted loudly as he ran.
After a while, the man ran up to old man Fu Qing, panting, and seemed to have run a long distance.
Fu Qing looked at the young man in front of him and was slightly stunned. This person was wearing the clothes of an outer disciple of the Changtian Sect. He subconsciously thought that this person was a disciple of the Changtian Sect. After all, besides the witch, who else would dare to
Entering this area without permission.
"What's the matter?"
Fu Qing said hoarsely, facing the young man with a terrifying face, and his eyes were so cold that anyone who saw it would feel chilled in their heart.
He was very unhappy with the little outer disciple in front of him who was disturbing his revenge.
"Uncle Master, the master master is dead. He died just now... just now..."
Mo Wen was gesticulating and describing for a long time, but he couldn't explain a single thing clearly. His face was full of panic and fear. He just kept saying that the head master was dead and something big had happened.
"What……?"
The two protruding eyes of the old man in green suddenly widened as he looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief, and his already dilapidated body suddenly became a little cold.
How could the head brother die? What happened? With the head brother’s cultivation, who else can kill him?
That witch is no match for the senior brother, how could something happen to the senior brother?
For a moment, the thinking of the old man in green became a little confused, and the sudden news frightened him so much that he couldn't even turn his head.
Gong Biluo, who was lying on the ground not far away, noticed the young man who suddenly appeared. His pupils shrank slightly, a flash of astonishment flashed in his eyes, and his beautiful face turned cute.
Why did he appear here? Didn't he leave the Changbai Mountains?
"What happened..."
The old man in green clothes grabbed Mo Wen's collar and almost roared, but halfway through his words, he suddenly realized that something was wrong...
The young man in front of him is just an ordinary outer sect disciple, how could he appear here? The aftermath of the wave of Taiyin Qi just now cannot be resisted by the ancient warriors in the Dan Bao realm. At this time, he is either dead or has retreated a thousand meters.
outside.
How could he, an outer disciple, survive? Moreover, he had just fought with the witch for only half a stick of incense. How could the head brother have died? That was almost impossible.
Almost instantly, a sense of vigilance arose in his heart.
"What happened? If you go to hell and ask your senior brother, you will know."
A strange smile suddenly appeared at the corner of Mo Wen's mouth. The next moment he had prepared his two hands together. Two breaths, one cold and one hot, emanated from his body. One hand was fire, the other ice, but they disappeared in an instant.
, only an invisible ball of light appeared in the palm of his hand.
"Just die."
His figure flashed, and the old man in green was almost close to each other in an instant, and then he pressed a palm on his chest.
At this time, although the old man in green clothes felt something bad in his heart, it was too late and there was no time to stop Mo Wen who was so close.
After all, the injuries he suffered at this time were almost immeasurable, and his reaction was also slow.
The palm of his hand slapped the old man in green on the chest without any hindrance. The next moment, a terrifying invisible ripple spread out, sweeping around silently, covering a distance of ten meters in an instant.
Wherever they passed, all the trees silently turned into powder, scattering on the ground. Those already withered trees completely disappeared from the woods and turned into piles of dust. The surrounding space seemed to be filled with dust.
It suddenly opened up, and it didn't feel like I was standing in a forest, but more like I was standing in a square.
The old man in green eyes widened and looked at Mo Wen in disbelief. The corner of his mouth twitched, as if he wanted to open his mouth to say something, but no words came out.
A dull explosion suddenly sounded in his chest, and a huge hole appeared at the position of his heart. It penetrated both the front and back, and the scenery on the other side could be seen from one side.
And the side of his heart was completely turned into powder and disappeared directly from the chest.
He looked down at the big hole in his chest in shock, and then slowly fell backwards.
He never dreamed that he, Fu Qing, would one day die in the hands of a young man. Even the witch did not kill him, but he would die in the hands of an unknown junior whose name he did not even know.
After striking out with a palm, Mo Wen's figure flew backwards in an instant, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His face was pale, his breath was sluggish, and he seemed to be suffering from a serious illness.
The palm just now was almost the strongest attack he could make. The fusion of yin and yang was something he couldn't control at all. If he used it without reservation at this time, he would naturally end up with a lose-lose outcome.
But apart from the terrifying power formed by the fusion of yin and yang, it is almost impossible for him to kill a master of the fetal breath realm, even if the master of the fetal breath realm is seriously injured and only one-tenth of his strength is left.
In order to kill Fu Qing, Mo Wen had to pay a heavy price. Things he couldn't control would have hurt the enemy a thousand and hurt himself eight hundred. Fortunately, the old man in Tsing Yi died, but he was still alive.
After the figure crossed a certain distance in the air, Mo Wen forcibly turned over, controlled his body to fall down, glanced around, then appeared next to the Palace Witch, picked her up and ran away.
Now is not the time to worry about how injured you are. If you don't leave, I'm afraid no one will be able to leave.
Fortunately, the storm created by the Taiyin Claw of the Palace Witch just now cleared out everyone around them, so the journey was smooth and no one from the Changtian Sect appeared to intercept them.
After a while, Mo Wen and Gong Witch disappeared into the woods.
The surviving disciples of the Changtian Sect around them all hid a thousand meters away, not daring to approach the center for fear of being affected again. It wasn't until they found that there was no movement inside that some people realized something was wrong and walked back cautiously.
.
However, the scene in front of them frightened everyone so much that their faces turned pale, their bodies stiffened, and their whole bodies shivered. The palace witch disappeared, and their master-uncle turned into a mangled corpse and died miserably.
Incomparable.
Master Shishu is a top expert in the fetal breath realm of the Changtian Sect, but the witch is a bit too scary. She was able to kill Master Shishu even though she was seriously injured. She is simply a terrifying female devil.
Everyone felt chilled in their hearts, secretly thinking that they were lucky enough not to encounter the witch directly.
After about half a stick of incense, a terrifying aura rose from the distance, sweeping in like a storm. The next moment it was still far away, and then it appeared in front of you in the blink of an eye, like a fleeting shadow. Once the shadow flickered,
There was one more person in the deserted pit.
This man was dressed in a white robe, with white beard and hair. His face was lean and his eyes were dull. He looked like an ordinary old man. There was nothing unusual about him.
But the way he appeared was so amazing.
"The head master."
After the white-robed old man appeared, all the people from the Changtian Sect bowed and saluted immediately, their eyes filled with awe, and their hearts that were trembling before suddenly became extremely stable.
With the head master here, there is no need to be afraid of the witch anymore.
"What's going on?"
The old man in white robe looked at everyone indifferently, his voice was calm, but he had an aura of calmness and authority.
"Uncle Master, Uncle Fu Qing..."
An old man in the Dan Bao realm stood up and spoke to the white-robed old man fearfully. He pointed at the unrecognizable corpse not far away with a trembling hand.
The old man in white robe was stunned when he heard the words, and his eyes instantly fell in front of the mutilated corpse, whose original shape could hardly be seen.
The next moment, his figure appeared in front of the corpse. He stretched out his hand to grab it, and the corpse appeared in his hand. If it wasn't his junior brother Fu Qing, who was it?
At this time, Fu Qing was almost dead. No matter how powerful he was, there was nothing he could do to save him.
"Who killed Junior Brother Fu Qing?"
The old man in white robe finally lost his previous calm and calm look, and said with a somewhat ugly expression. Anyone could see the anger in his eyes.
There are only seven ancient warriors in the Fetal Breath Realm in the entire Changtian Sect, and each of them is cherished extremely. They are the elders of the sect, the pillars of a large sect, and a symbol of strength and status.
Compared with the other nine sects, their Changtian sect does not have many ancient warriors in the fetal breath realm. Not to mention being at the bottom, it does not have much of an advantage. None of them can make it into the top six. (To be continued. If you like this
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