A neat but shallow mark slowly appeared, until it was completely ferocious, and the head was separated like a chasm.
The light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and he had completely remembered what happened that day. After his sister was pressed into the sacred car, he was held down, and then the ghost-headed sword was cut off mercilessly.
"I am dead."
Yang Wu murmured.
The man holding the ghost-headed sword shouted violently, pointing his sword at the young man with both hands: "How can you live since you are a dead man!"
The light in Yang Wu's eyes became increasingly dim: "How can I still live?"
After the words fell, the wound on his neck became more and more obvious. Even the head that had been placed on it was shaking. It seemed that no one needed to take action at all. In an instant, the young man's body would completely rot and turn into a handful of dead bones.
Main hall.
Inside the palace.
The guests were silent.
The ghost king on the high seat has his beard hanging down like an upside-down volcano.
Compared with the low stool under him, his huge body looked like a giant crouching on a stepstone.
The ghost king's body is covered in green and black, with fangs protruding from all directions, and his horns point diagonally towards the sky.
His eyes were glowing with a faint scarlet color as he looked at the young man who had barged in.
If it was true that the ghost official who sat down said that he had cut off the head three years ago, even with the magical power of the three-eyed ghost clan, he would not have survived at all, and he also possessed tyrannical strength.
Even Yuanying Zhenjun was shocked on the spot.
The monks below the first step even vomited blood on the spot.
Just because of the young man's roar.
"Is the innate magical power of the three-eyed ghost tribe so powerful?"
The red-haired ghost king sitting cross-legged on a low stool had a gloomy look in his eyes.
If so, then what he did may have been a losing business.
"If you can't live, then die."
"You can rest in peace when you die."
"Bury all unwillingness and resentment."
The strong man like an iron tower holds a huge bull's head on his head. I thought that such a rude monk could not say anything good at all, but I didn't expect that he could say such a sad thing.
However, as a murderer, Yang Wu suddenly raised his head as soon as he said this.
His red eyes were filled with tears, and he roared: "I can't die!"
"cannot!"
The pain in his neck reminds him all the time, but Yang Wu is unwilling to fall. Once he falls, how can he get his loved ones back? How can he take revenge after he falls? He may only be able to place his hope on the person standing on the mountain.
Tian beheaded the double-horned overhaul of the great demon.
However, he clearly already has power.
Why can't I do it myself?
Is it just because he died?
"But you are already dead."
Yang Wu felt that his body was getting heavier, just like that day.
until.
Suddenly a voice rang in my ears: "Do you want to live?"
The voice was ethereal and somewhat hoarse.
indifferent.
But firm.
It's as if nothing is difficult as long as he says it.
Yang Wu turned around fiercely: "Think!"
"If you want to, why don't you drink?"
Yang Wu grabbed the blood gourd from his waist.
Lift your head and drink.
Scarlet blood poured into his mouth.
His pale complexion quickly turned rosy, and the flat scars on his neck quickly faded.
After drinking three cups of blood and tears, a dragon roar shook the heavens.
The body of the young man Yang Wu transformed into a dragon of Zhang Xu.
Wearing dragon armor, he has three eyes on his head.
The roar fell, and his body became like a shuttle.
In an instant, he appeared in front of the bull-headed sword monk. The bull-headed sword monk fiercely clenched the ghost head in his hand and shouted: "I can kill you once, and I can kill you again."
boom.
The dragon's claw fell.
He grabbed the head of Niutou Daoxiu.
Give it a firm squeeze.
Bang!
A headless corpse surprisingly still maintains its previous majesty.
The Ghost Head Sword was still in his hand, but he no longer had the ability to activate it.
Time seemed to have completely frozen at this moment, and the sound of needle drops could be heard in the hall. The guests all looked at the tyrannical dragon man in surprise, horror, and fear.
"presumptuous!"
The pressure is coming.
The guardian standing below shouted angrily.
A mere brat who doesn't know what magical powers he has and doesn't know how to use his own power dares to cause havoc in Fujun's land.
The protector took a step forward, his spiritual aura was like the sun, mountains, rivers and lakes, enveloping the power of heaven and earth. It was a kind of infiltration, as if the entire small world was under his control.
"Qingyun Sword!"
Someone in the hall immediately exclaimed.
"The good wind, with its power, sends me to the blue clouds."
"A sword of blue clouds, Zha Ruolai."
The huge one eye on Zha Ruolai's face remained motionless, and the one horn stood tall.
The four arms do not look bloated but are very coordinated.
As a member of the Yaksha tribe in the underworld, there is no doubt about his strength. If he had not surrendered to the Ghost King, he might have become the king of a house in a short time.
The dragon boy held the blood gourd again and drank endlessly.
He hissed in a deep voice: "There is endless wine in the gourd to drink, and there are endless enemies to kill!"
"Who is my enemy?"
"Come forward."
"Drink my blood and chop my head off!"
The ghost king in the high seat never paid attention to the young dragon man.
At this moment, his eyes had completely fallen on the big two-horned ghost standing at the door of the palace and walking towards him. The big ghost calmly walked to a position, and the monk in the position rolled up and hurriedly got out.
The big ghost sat down and looked at the fine wine and food in front of him.
Nothing moved.
Not even words.
If it hadn't been for the loud shout just now, I would have thought he was mute.
"Stop being so arrogant!"
Zha Ruolai was angry and emitted divine light.
The true meaning turned into the sword of Qingyun, which hung high in the sky but fell into his hands.
Those four arms were clearly shining with dazzling light, making it difficult to tell which sword could really send people to Qingyun.
A movement like thunder.
Ten thousand powerful forces are unleashed in an instant.
The heaven and earth were applied to him and he crushed the dragon man who drank blood and wine.
"die."
Everyone's eyes were no longer attracted by the fight in the palace, but all fell on the face of the big two-horned ghost, wanting to see if he would take action at this moment.
However, what was unexpected was that the big ghost sat cross-legged on the ground with his sleeves and robes tucked away, his eyes lowered, without even blinking.
When he took action, the green light shone thousands of miles, but stopped abruptly midway.
Zha Ruolai looked down and saw that a fist had penetrated his body.
The infinite power was like a huge wave hitting the rocks, and the rocks fell apart instantly. He was surprised and looked at the long sword in his hand in disbelief. It had clearly been sent into the chest of the young dragon man.
Why was the sword light completely extinguished?
Bang.
A punch landed.
The head is shattered.
Yang Wu took two steps back, staggered to his feet, and spat out a large mouthful of scarlet blood with a loud sound.
He had reached the limit of his body. The Immortal Sutra was turning, the mysterious power was activated, and the injuries on his body were suppressed. However, he had no strength to fight anymore.
"Wandering at night with his sword hanging up."
I don’t know who said this.
The so-called knives and swords have become the dead souls of that young man.
As Ye Wanderer's right-hand men, there is no doubt about their strength. Of course, if it is true as Ghost Toudao said, then how did the young man who died three years ago gain supreme power through supernatural powers?
Everyone's eyes turned to one person again.
"Who is your Excellency?"
There was no trace of weakness or trembling in Fu Jun's voice without his 'arm'.
He simply couldn't see through this big ghost with red hair and two horns.
However, since even he can't see through it, his strength is at least at his own level, or even higher.
He had to be prepared, thinking about whether the people he had offended over the years had such a background, and whether they had not been eradicated, leading to the emergence of monsters seeking revenge.
"Master?"
"elder?"
"Relatives?"
"I'm just a believer."
"Believe me?"
"A person who keeps his word."
"He traded his life for my action. I thought it was a good deal, so I came."
The big ghost of the Red-haired Crazy Waterfall spoke slowly, then looked at Ye Youzi, and said calmly: "Hand it over, I don't want this unfinished promise to affect my credibility."
"Hand over what?"
"Hand over his relatives."
Ye Youzi laughed loudly and said: "You have eaten it a long time ago. Even if you have supreme power and can resurrect the dead, how can the soul that has been refined by me be restored?"
"Since fellow Taoist is a believer, I also want to ask fellow Taoist to do something."
"There will be consequences after everything is done?"
"What's up?"
Yang Wu looked shocked.
Which young man does not dream of a hero, and how can he not worship heroes?
He thought he had met a great hero who was willing to help him.
However, now he felt disappointed.
yes.
This was originally a deal.
It's just that he was in a weak position, so he thought it was the mercy and sympathy of the strong.
Yang Wu gritted his teeth and did not say a word.
"Fellow Taoist, please leave."
"I will be rewarded generously."
"Can!"
"But I don't accept gold, silver, or treasures from heaven and earth."
Yeyouzi was stunned and asked: "What does fellow Taoist want?"
The red-haired ghost king said calmly: "Fate."
"You can take away the life of any of the Taoists here who you like."
Tu Shanjun shook his head slightly.
"I only want your life."
"you wanna die!"
Yeyouzi was furious. Why didn't he understand now that the monk in front of him was just entertaining him?
In fact, Tu Shanjun said it very seriously.
If the night wanderer is willing to sacrifice his life, he will definitely bring Martingale Wuli with him.
Of course, this was after completing Yang Wu's commission and finding his relatives. After all, even if you are a trustworthy person, you must have someone who comes first, otherwise it will affect the businessman's credibility.
"Die!"
The night wanderer just wanted to take action.
He suddenly noticed that a tall figure had walked in front of him.
Purple-black nails touched his forehead.
Yeyouzi's eyes widened suddenly.
Fear breeds.
Cold sweat broke out on my forehead.
His body stiffened unconsciously.
Like a crumpled piece of paper, it is difficult to stretch.
Immortal eyes.
Condescending.
Yeyouzi said in a panic: "Fellow Taoist, spare your life!"
"It's easy to spare your life."
"Tell me the whereabouts."
Ye Youzi looked shocked and said solemnly: "I...can't say!"
Tu Shanjun pointed with his finger, took out Ye Youzi's Yang Shen, and said calmly: "It seems that there is another hidden reason in this matter."
"Search for souls!"
A few moments.
The screams of the night wanderers gradually became quieter.
Tu Shanjun frowned and said, "Organization?"
Yang Wu looked at Tushanjun who was so careless and murmured: "Sir, why has it been three years!"
He had obviously just passed noon.
He thought it was Tu Shanjun who kept him alive for three years.