A seemingly ordinary finger contains the celestial cultivation level of the 18th-grade True Immortal of Chilong Demon Lord.
Looking at the Eight Hundred Immortals Realm, apart from the two Half-Saint Ancestors from the Civil and Military Halls, there seemed to be no more than three people who could fight against him.
One is Jiang Changnian from the Phoenix Realm, and the other is Wen Tianshu, the leader of the Nine Stars of the Wen Palace.
And the last person is Wu Xuanchi, the madman of Wu Palace.
Among the three, Suning only knew Jiang Changnian and only had a slight friendship with Jiang Changnian.
Because of Jiang Linan's causal connection, because his sister Fanyin was the Tantai Jinse who was reincarnated into the Chinese Ziwei Palace by a wisp of Jiang Changnian's soul.
However, the Phoenix Realm is at the easternmost end of the Shuiyun Immortal Realm, thousands of miles away from the Corpse Mountain.
Don't say that Jiang Changnian doesn't know what's happening here. Even if she can see the opportunity at this moment, it will be too late.
His eyes were dull and his mind was blank.
Suning's dilated pupils reflected Chilong Demon Lord's white jade fingers, enlarging little by little and getting closer.
Until the forehead becomes hot and blood oozes out.
Suddenly, he fell backwards and was hit by an oncoming wave of heat.
“Ding-deng-deng.”
After retreating several thousand meters, his face turned red and he fell to his knees.
"what happened?"
Surprised, Suning looked up and saw a lame old man wearing a patchwork coat suddenly appearing beside the mountain road where he was standing.
Wearing a navy blue burlap gown and tattered black cloth shoes.
His right hand was on his waist, and a round green leather gourd was slung on his left arm.
He faced Chilong Demon Lord and greeted him with a playful smile: "Hey, long time no see, little bug."
The latter's face was gloomy and his eyes were cold as he said, "It's you."
The old man said honestly: "It's me."
"Why, are you surprised?"
He raised the green leather gourd, shook it vigorously a few times and said, "Yes, you should be surprised."
"I once swore to God that I would seek justice for the young master and find the murderer who murdered him."
"However, six thousand years have passed and I still have no clue and can't find any clues."
"Oh, it's embarrassing, it's embarrassing."
The smile is self-deprecating and the look is lonely.
He pulled out the cork and poured wine into his mouth. He drank heavily and said, "If you want to go back to the demon world, just go back. Why do you want to hurt innocent people?"
"This kid..."
He pointed back at Suning and said sarcastically: "This ant from the small world may be the current Lord of the Dragon and Phoenix, but he can never be the reincarnation of my young master."
"Kill him to vent your hatred? Tsk, is that okay?"
Chilong Demon Lord said angrily: "He is the descendant of Jiang Lin'an."
The old man sneered: "According to your calculation, I am the young master's slave, and I deserve to die."
"Miss Chang Nian is the young master's biological sister, she deserves to die."
"Come on, come on, I'm standing in front of you now, why don't you try to move?"
"Kill me, then go to the Phoenix Realm to find Miss Chang Nian, and also visit the Shuiyun Fairyland."
"Well, in this way, all the people close to the young master will die in your hands. Isn't it perfect?"
Chilong Demon Lord said in a cold voice: "This is indeed what I have in mind."
The old man wiped the corners of his mouth with his long sleeves and sneered: "So you can only think about it, just think about it."
"Even if the young master is gone, and even if Miss Wan Tang's cultivation is not as good as yours, tell yourself, who among the three of us can you kill?"
"If I hadn't been delayed by other things on the way, Mrs. Qiao wouldn't have had to use her soul to fight for that boy's survival."
"It's my fault, and it's even more your fault for having evil intentions."
As he spoke, he threw out the green gourd and turned around suddenly.
"you......"
His sharp eyes were fixed on the dead soldiers of the Lu family. The old man named Xiao Buchong stretched out five fingers and said: "Go back and tell the little kid of the Lu family to dig a hole, buy a coffin, and wait for the disaster of genocide to come."
"There are more than 100,000 people in the Lu family, and no one can even think of leaving the Wuchen Fairyland."
