Miaozhen's stretched out hand paused in the air, and he looked at the young man's body in shock as it shook and then fell to the ground. His words seemed to have been stuffed back into his mouth by a stone.
Lu Chunyang spat out blood again. In addition to being severely injured and unable to suppress it, he was even more shocked.
How could he, how dare he, just kill this person, and use the cruelest means to extract his soul and refine his soul, wouldn't he be afraid of being retaliated by that person?
But what made the two of them feel horrified was that there was no fluctuation on the young man's body. The semi-holy essence seemed to have never appeared before, and disgusting brown spots spread on the body surface at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Corpse!
Even if an ordinary person dies at room temperature, it would take a long time at least for the corpses to appear, but in the blink of an eye, the body of a strong semi-saint man was covered.
According to common sense, even if a powerful semi-saint dies, his own will can gather his own true energy within a certain period of time. As long as he does not die in places such as spiritual veins, even if he does not decay for a thousand years, it is not a problem.
Even if it is well preserved, the inheritance spirit realm can be preserved and passed on to future generations.
But now, no matter how you look at it, it looks sinister and sinister, and there is a deep malice!
In other words, hate!
Boom!
Before the two of them could figure out why such a shocking change had occurred, the sky and the earth suddenly darkened, dark clouds suddenly covered the sky, and the north wind howled like the wrath of the sky.
Wow!
In an instant, heavy rain poured down, like rivers hanging upside down, lakes and seas overturning, accompanied by rolling thunder and a strong and almost indestructible chill!
As powerful as two semi-holy geniuses, they all shrank their necks involuntarily, shivering, and showing fear in their eyes.
When the sky is angry, the saints are in harmony with the heavens. When the saints are angry, the color of the heavens and the earth changes!
"whispering sound!"
Wu Ming, on the other hand, looked coldly and looked to the northwest with a sneer, where the Tiangong Courtyard was located.
Just as Wang Xuance said before, last night there were few stars in the moon and there was a wind circle on the moon. It should have been covered by dark clouds and a storm was about to come, but now it has confirmed what he said.
"Brother Wu, you are in trouble!"
Miaozhen turned around blankly and said.
"hehe!"
Wu Ming laughed and shook his head, and said calmly, "Before I got into trouble, my situation didn't seem to be much better!"
Miaozhen was slightly startled and speechless for a moment.
Thinking back to ten years ago, the two of them could not be said to have known each other since they were young. At that Taoist banquet, Miaozhen was already regarded as the true successor of Qingdu Guanzhen, and he was the supreme master.
On the other hand, Wu Ming, who has returned home with a proton, is still very precarious at his age. Under the whirlpool of the Holy Way struggle, he may be crushed to pieces at any time, and he has to find only one place to survive.
Who would have thought that in just ten years, it would have grown to such an extent.
In comparison, it seems that things were no better back then than they are now, and were even more dangerous.
At least Wu Ming doesn't have to hide here and there like he did back then, being chased like a lost dog, racking his brains just to survive!
"That move was yours?"
Lu Chunyang stood up slowly, with reverence in his eyes as he looked at the thickest dark clouds in the sky, streaks of thunderous light blooming like sword lotuses.
Even though he is a genius in swordsmanship and has the supreme sword-controlling skills inherited from the ancient swordsman, he still cannot hide his respect for the one who is known as the best swordsman in the world.
It can be said that from ancient times to the present, that person is the role model and role model for all new generations of swordsmen today, and the goal they pursue throughout their lives!
"no!"
Wu Ming shook his head, there was nothing to hide, and said with a calm expression, "It seems that His Majesty the Taoist Master, who has all the plans and wisdom, has quite a few enemies. Looking at this situation, someone should have killed him to eliminate his heir.
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"You said you didn't arrange this?"
Miaozhen frowned, suspicious in his heart, but did not notice at all. He vaguely believed that Wu Ming had the strength to compete with His Majesty the Taoist Lord.
Since when did many people, not just her, subconsciously believe that Wu Ming is qualified to reach the level of a saint?
"It's not your plan. There are very few people in the world who can have such a plan, but you are also in the game and have been taken advantage of!"
Lu Chunyang sneered, sheathed his sword, "Aren't you angry?"
"What's there to be angry about?"
Wu Ming raised his eyebrows and said with an indifferent expression, "I'm not big-minded at all, so I really can't get angry over such trivial matters."
The two were speechless, looking at each other, and for a moment they didn't know how to proceed.
"Even if those two really fight, they won't differentiate between life and death. If you don't leave now, what are you waiting for?"
Miaozhen asked curiously.
She did not doubt that Wu Ming was courageous enough. Taking a few examples of his actions, being bold was no longer enough to describe Wu Ming, and this was well known to everyone.
But she was really curious, so she took the soul of a saint's only son and refined it, and she did it on his property or even in front of his house.
If you don’t leave now, when will you wait?
But what left her speechless was that Wu Ming not only didn't leave, but wanted to come up and have a look.
"Oh, I am just curious, who has such courage!"
Wu Ming smiled calmly, took a step forward, and in a moment, he crossed a thousand feet. With a few flashes, he went straight to the northwest, and a voice came, "In the Langzhong Tiangong Courtyard, it seems that there is also a genius who is inconspicuous. The two of them are like
If you are interested, you can come and take a look.”
The two of them looked at each other for a moment, and both saw the hesitation in the other's eyes, but there was also unconcealable curiosity.
What should I do if I go to watch the fun and get slapped to death by a saint?
The saint will not get angry over such trivial matters, but it is guaranteed that the two saints will not be allowed to use real fire. If they cannot control their power, the half-saint will not be able to withstand the aftermath of the fight between the saints.
This is not a false saint like Snow Qianchong from Daxue Mountain or an old monk from Kongang Temple, but a truly supreme saint!
With every move of his hand, he has the power to destroy the sky, burn the sky and boil the sea.
But in the end, the two of them could not suppress their curiosity and followed them.
As for the young man's body, it had already turned into flying ashes in a short period of time, dust to dust, dust to dust.
It was difficult for the two of them to explore why there was such a vision.
Thinking about it, it probably has something to do with the handiwork of His Majesty the Dao Lord. Why is this young man a person who shouldn't have appeared in the world?
"Could it be him?"
Wu Ming walked all the way. Although he had a candidate in mind, he did not expect that that person could make such a big fuss.
Not surprisingly, he must be determined to die, and he has gone against Taoist Master Zhiyuan, and has brought out the best swordsman in the world. It is difficult for him not to die.
In fact, living may not be a good thing, it would be better to die!
The rain was pouring down, and the dark clouds were covering the sky, as if they were going to press down directly. Looking at this situation, it would not stop for a while.
The closer he got to the place where the dark clouds were thickest, the more Wu Ming felt his heart became dull, as if a mountain was weighing on him, and his mind became calmer.
I don't know how long it took, but under the flash of thunder, I could vaguely see a looming Taoist temple in the rolling mountains. Wu Ming suddenly felt something in his heart. He changed the direction slightly, and after a few ups and downs, he came to a mountain trail.
Under the rain curtain, the pavilion is isolated, with two figures, one standing and one sitting.
Although the man standing in front of the wind is a jade tree, his bearing is extraordinary, and his Taoist robe is even more outstanding and aloof. However, the rain stains on the corners of the robe and the upper surface of his shoes have already revealed his unstable mood.
Because, a semi-saint strong person can already be invulnerable to water and fire, and immune to all diseases, so how can his clothes be stained by rain?
The situation for those sitting down was not much better.
His stooped waist was almost lying on the table, but his waist was still stretched, as if a bowstring was about to be broken, making a final struggle against fate.
When I got closer, I realized that his hair was white and withered, his body was covered with age spots, his skin was like coarse sand, with countless wrinkles, and his aura was full of decay, like a candle in the wind, which was on the verge of being extinguished. point.
"Why!"
Wu Ming sighed softly and walked closer slowly.
Although he had never seen this person before, and his appearance was completely different from what he knew, he was still sure that this person was indeed the person he imagined.
The three ghosts of the Southern Wei Dynasty, poison, wine and gambling.
In the Southern Wei Dynasty, a drunkard was seriously injured and he took Qingzhu as his disciple and passed down his art career. Although he was saved by him, he also ended up losing his skills.
Now, Long Kui and the Poisonous Dragon King Loach appear here, chasing the young man to this point. The fate of the poisonous ghost can be imagined.
As early as that year, Wu Ming had internally decided that Poison Ghost would be the basis for the Poison Dragon Emperor's breakthrough. Otherwise, he would have been plotted to death a long time ago.
But he never thought that this gambler who worked for Baihua Tower because his bet failed would appear here.
Moreover, this is no longer dying, but already dead, with only the last breath left, supported only by obsession.
"You...you...are here!"
The gambler seemed to be aware of it, the corners of his lips moved, and he croaked like a broken bellows.
Although it was their first meeting, the two seemed to have known each other for a long time. Perhaps this was because they had known each other for a long time.
"I am coming!"
Wu Ming stepped forward slowly, took out the cups, plates, and bowls, cut the fish fillets, dipped them in the snow lotus mud, and handed them to the gambler's chapped lips.
The gambler seemed to have lost the strength to chew, but fortunately the fish fillets melted in his mouth, and Wu Ming used the fire poison to remove the power of the wine, saving him from choking to death with a mouthful of wine.
When Miaozhen and Lu Chunyang arrived, they saw this scene and were surprised.
According to common sense, if someone is as arrogant as Wu Ming, he will definitely get angry if he knows that he is being plotted against, even if he doesn't say it on his face. But what's going on now?
With their intelligence, they could naturally determine that the gambler who ended up in such a miserable end was most likely the 'culprit' who set up the plan to lure out the world's best swordsman.
As for Li Chunfeng, they both knew each other, so naturally they would not think that this person would deceive his master and destroy his ancestors, and betray his sect.
"Okay, fish and dragon meat, I will have no regrets in this life!"
The gambler grinned with a smile that was uglier than crying, even ferocious, and seemed to sigh with emotion, "It's a pity that the old drunkard is not here, otherwise..."
Before he finished speaking, Gambler's head drooped and he lost all breath!
The two of them looked at it with some discomfort. A strange man of a generation, a top semi-saint, fell like this. They felt regretful and inexplicably admired at the same time.
Not just anyone can have such courage and skill to plot against a powerful saint whose hands and eyes reach the sky, and yet succeed in the end.
Even if the price you pay is your life, it will be enough to comfort you for a lifetime!
"For the sake of your actions back then, I'll be gentler!"
Wu Ming patted the gambler's shoulder, which was as dry and skinny as a withered bone, as if to comfort him without looking back.
Boom!
Thunder breaks out suddenly, wind and rain come violently, and the heaven and earth howl, as if they are singing for a peak battle!