Under the cover of lightning, thunder and rolling wind and sand.
Zhang Wu used the six successful powers to activate the Tianxin Art. The whole person was combined with the void. The mind and body seemed to enter another space. There was no trace in this world. He quietly lurked behind the mountain without touching the dragon bird dagger with his hands.
He used the sword box as a clamp and grabbed the dagger in.
Then, he hugged his waist, shrank his neck, and had a stone sword box under his armpit, and a layer of air film was clothed on the soles of his feet. He didn't touch the ground, and he disappeared without a trace.
As for Jiang Mingting's discovery that something was wrong... I'm afraid it was too late.
That Emperor Thirteen was the first half-step god Zhang Wu had ever seen, suppressing the world and swallowing mountains and rivers. It was unimaginable.
If Jiang Mingting is compared to an ordinary person, then Emperor Thirteen is a professional boxer. If he is attacked, he will definitely fight back. If a scholar meets a soldier, he will beat you up.
However, in order to be safe, Zhang Wu still left and influenced Di Yi with the supreme demon species, allowing him to pounce in the direction where the Dragon Bird Dagger fell, and then disappeared for a while, and took the blame.
It was not until he walked a hundred miles away and came to a cave he found a few days ago, and arranged a feng shui pattern that shielded the sensing with six strange stones the size of a fingernail. Zhang Wu opened the sword box.
“Today is a good day…”
He hummed a little song with a rare look, looked at the dagger as gorgeous as the black steel dragon pattern, spitted on the knife surface, and wiped it with his sleeves.
"Another killer."
This dragon bird dagger was carried by Jiang Mingting for many years, and his spirit had already been immersed in the knife, so it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was spiritual.
If you want to break the connection between this knife and Jiang Mingting, just like exorcising evil spirits and suppressing ghosts, you will first soak the blood of a black dog, then wipe it with the black donkey's hooves, wrap the blade with lightning strikes on peach wood, destroy its sharpness, and then use the Speech Curse and Soul Destroy Curse.
Squeeze the remaining spiritual power in the knife.
Only by taking oral and external use can it be successful.
Fortunately, Zhang Wu had prepared a lot and collected all the things and placed them in the grotto.
On the outside of the mining area, Emperor Shisan's aggressiveness made Jiang Mingting retreat constantly and had no time to pay attention to the Dragon Bird.
As long as he is accidentally distracted, he will be hit by Emperor Thirteen.
"Brother Thirteenth, I was just joking with you just now, why bother to get angry?"
"I don't think it's a joke."
Emperor Thirteen turned forward coldly and forced:
"You really want to kill me, and use the dragon bird dagger to cut my head and break my heart, so as to achieve your ulterior motives."
"What purpose can I have?"
The more anxious Jiang Mingting retreated, he did not dare to turn around and run, so as not to expose his weaknesses on his back to the other party.
Under the threat of Emperor Thirteen's thunderous momentum, he felt that the air became extremely thick, as if it had fallen into a big pot with the world as the oven. He cooked meat porridge in the pot and wrapped himself layer by layer.
All are very difficult.
"Brother Thirteenth, I was wrong just now. As long as you let me go, I will compensate you with the Dragon Bird Dagger."
"Damn it!"
Emperor Shisan said without expression:
"Kill you to death, the Dragon Bird is mine, and even the things on you are mine."
"..." Jiang Mingting.
Seeing that the other party was determined and murderous intent like a vast ocean swept over, his face also became cold.
"Brother Thirteen, it seems you really want to kill the enemy?"
"It's not that I want to break the internet, but that you're going to harm others first. If I hadn't been lucky just now, I'd been killed by you."
Emperor Shisan sensed the muffled thunder in the sky, secretly calculating the chance of forcing Jiang Mingting to kill without being struck by lightning, and said coldly:
"The dignified Master Qingxu, Jiang Shenxian, who is powerful in the eight desolate worlds, is despicable and shameless. He learns from those brothers who have been attacking their friendship for more than 200 years. On the surface, one thing behind the scenes is the other. Even if you can leave alive today, you will be ruined.
”
Jiang Mingting was silent for a moment and said firmly:
"Famous is written by the winner."
"Nice, so you're dead."
Emperor Thirteen's red and demonic monster is like a Vajra boxing glove made of demon scales. His five fingers are like eagle claws, urging the unparalleled inner energy that dominates the world. The palm immediately ignits the qi like a flame out of thin air, like the true energy visible to the naked eye.
Fire Dragon.
Jiang Mingting changed his face and suddenly let go of a trace of his breath and rushed towards Emperor Thirteen.
"Boom--"
The shocking lightning was like a sharp sword slashing through the sky. The loud noise of the sky and the earth shattered made the two of them tremble, and they almost thought they were struck by lightning.
The thunder did fall, illuminating the earth and the sky, but it fell on the metal boulder that Di Yi had just arranged. The arc of the lightning spread along the ground to all directions. The smell of burnt smell came to his nose.
It made Jiang Mingting's heart terrified and his hair stood up.
“…”
Di Yi was sweating on his forehead, looked up at the sky, and he didn't realize that he had left the metal boulder. He was guided by someone and just thought that God was protecting himself and his life should not be lost.
Jiang Mingting suppressed his palpitations and stopped retreating. He stood fifty feet away from the edge of the mining area, with a grim expression:
"If you want to die together, just come."
Emperor Shisan's eyebrows were twisted together, and he did not dare to act rashly anymore. He turned his head to ask Emperor Yi:
"How many Supreme Pills do you have?"
"About three hundred."
"Enough."
Emperor Shisan dissipated his skills, sat cross-legged, swallowed two pills to replenish his energy, and stopped acting.
The meaning is very obvious. If you are stuck here, you will be exhausted...
The half-step gods of the human world also have to rely on elixirs to supplement their physical functions, and they need to have extremely powerful medicinal materials such as Fulong Fruit to refine a magical elixir.
If you are not full, you have to drink air until you are hungry and die of skin and bones.
Jiang Mingting's face became even more ugly.
He was anxious to come out and didn't bring much pills. He didn't expect this to happen. He had only fifty Qingxu pills on his body, and even if he was hungry for nine years, he could only last ten years.
He couldn't beat him, but he couldn't run away, so he simply asked straight to the point:
"How did you expect I would attack you?"
Jiang Mingting has been playing the killing move of the Dragon Bird for 200 years and has never failed. Many masters died under the dagger and became lonely ghosts.
Emperor Thirteen said unstoppable:
"Do you think that only you know the immortal Zhang Wu?"
"What?"
Jiang Mingting was shocked and became angry with the ancestors of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Emperor Thirteen said calmly:
"The older a person is, the more afraid of death, the more reluctant he is to be glorious and wealth, the more he cannot let go of his obsession with immortality. What kind of virtue are you, Jiang Mingting? I have seen in the early years that there is a chance of immortality, what descendants, brothers, relatives and friends,
You don’t think it’s worth mentioning. Your only chance to beat me is to attack secretly.”
"puff--"
Before he could finish his words, a dragon bird dagger sword suddenly pierced the head of Emperor Shisan.
"Who told you that there is only one dragon bird dagger in Qingxu Sect?"