The old man walked on the air, as if he were walking on flat ground. He seemed to be stumbling, but his speed seemed slow and fast. He had already covered a few miles in one step. With another step, he was already three or four miles away. His speed was getting faster and faster.
The faster it is, I don't know how much faster it is than flying with a royal weapon.
In the blink of an eye, he disappeared from Qin Yang's sight...
Qin Yang's face was like gold paper. He was really frightened. After circling out from behind the tree trunk, he restrained his breath, chose an opposite direction, and ran away. He didn't even dare to waste time touching the corpse of the monk driving the red gourd in the distance.
corpse……
After running all the way for less than a stick of incense, Qin Yang's body suddenly stiffened, his cold hairs stood on end, and his hair stood up. It seemed to be there but it was not there, but people couldn't help but feel a sense of great fear, in silence.
, came suddenly.
Qin Yang's eyes trembled, and he looked up and saw several sword lights flying from the side. After the sword lights, a haggard old man followed closely behind him with an expressionless face.
"Why did these guys come around here!" Qin Yang was a little angry, he was going to be tricked to death by these guys this time.
There is no way to escape even if you want to. The old man is both mysterious and tyrannical. He is unreasonable, murderous and cruel. If you fall into the hands of this old man, you will most likely die miserably.
Without any time to think about it, Qin Yang stretched out his hand and rubbed his cheek. His bones made a shaky sound, and in the blink of an eye he transformed into the Demon Stone Holy Sect disciple who had touched the corpse before.
Then with a thought in his mind, he huddled under the tree trunk and continued to pretend to be dead.
Now I just hope that I can escape by chance. Even if there is an accident, I can't let my true face be seen by these disciples of the Demonic Stone Sect...
Qin Yang prayed silently. If he escaped this time, he would definitely start a new life...
However, at this moment, several sword lights flying past in mid-air suddenly shattered, and several monks screamed in horror and fell from mid-air.
After landing, the monks ignored the physical pain and huddled in place like frightened quails, shivering.
The old man walked over expressionlessly, walked up to one of the monks, and continued to ask in that hoarse and weird voice: "Do you know who I am?"
The monk was so frightened that he rolled his eyes and was about to faint, unable to say a word.
The old man shook his head, stretched out his left hand, which was as dry as a chicken's claw, and pierced the monk's chest bit by bit, turning his torso into a dry and rotten dead wood.
"Since I don't know, what's the use of you?" The old man shook his head and sighed, and continued to walk to the other young man: "Do you know who I am?"
"Yes..." The young man's whole body was stiff, and something seemed to be blocked in his throat. After squeezing out a word, he could no longer speak. Seeing the old man's claws getting closer and closer, this guy seemed to have been opened up, and his potential exploded.
, suddenly screamed: "It's Wu Yu!"
The old man paused with his withered claws, and suddenly there was a trace of something else in his dead eyes, and he continued to ask: "Who is Wu Yu?"
"It's the supreme elder of the Demonic Stone Sect five thousand years ago!" The young monk screamed, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, pouring out everything he knew in one breath.
"The Supreme Elder Wu Yu comes from the same lineage as me. I have seen the portrait of the Supreme Elder. Five thousand years ago, the Supreme Elder went out. For some reason, he returned seriously injured. His life was extinct. Not long after he was born, he entered the ancestors on his own.
Deep in the tomb, in order to use the broken body to find a trace of the truth deep in the ancestral tomb, it is said that after a message was sent, there was no more news."
After finishing speaking, the young monk had a hint of hope in his eyes, hoping that he could escape.
"Pfft..."
The old man's face was expressionless, and his withered claws slowly pierced the young monk's chest. The young monk's eyes were filled with shock and confusion. He watched his torso slowly dry up and his life disappeared. He asked three words with difficulty:
"Why?"
"You know too much." The old man shook his head and sighed, his eyes were misty, and he muttered to himself: "Impossible, I am not Wu Yu. If I were Wu Yu, why can't I remember it? No, no, I
What on earth do I want to do, who am I, I don’t remember..."
After the old man muttered a few words to himself, his eyes returned to lifeless silence, and he walked towards the other monk expressionlessly...
Not far away, Qin Yang's body stiffened, his eyes were also filled with shock and confusion, and in his heart he said "Fuck" in capital letters, plus six exclamation points.
This old man is definitely a madman, and he is a dead madman. He cannot communicate with him at all. He is dead if he knows it, and he is dead if he does not know it. However, this guy doesn't seem to kill for the sake of killing. He has his own logic.
For a moment, Qin Yang's head was as big as a bucket, and he had no idea how to survive this life-and-death disaster.
There is no way to escape. The old man's aura is weird and restrained. Just a hint of presence or absence is enough to suppress one party. It feels like a mountain is pressing down on him, and he seems to be falling into the deep sea. There is terrifying pressure from all directions, and he is suppressed.
It was so suppressed that it was difficult to move a finger.
The old man was chattering madly and asked the disciples of the Demonic Stone Sect one after another. The result was as expected...
The one who answers "I don't know" dies, the one who knows dies, and the one who doesn't answer dies...
Qin Yang was trembling, feeling that he was out of luck this time...
really……
After killing all the disciples of the Demonic Stone Sect, the old man immediately turned around and walked towards Qin Yang's hiding place. With an expressionless face and dead eyes, he asked the same question.
"Do you know who I am?"
Qin Yang was suppressed to the point of being unable to move, his thoughts were racing, he was breaking out in cold sweat, but he didn't know how to answer in order to follow the madman's wishes...
After a few breaths, the old man stretched out his withered claws and slowly stabbed Qin Yang's chest.
Qin Yang's heart was beating like a drum, and the energy and blood all over his body were flowing like a torrent, rushing straight to his forehead. When there was already a twinge of pain in his chest, Qin Yang's eyes turned red and he opened his mouth to scream.
"I am already dead! You are also dead! Why are you asking me? Ask a living person!"
The old man's arms froze, and a trace of confusion flashed in his dead eyes.
At this moment, the true energy in Qin Yang's body spurted out, and a blood lama flew out from his arms. A strange blood-colored halo escaped, and the inside was densely intertwined with vein-like patterns that suddenly squirmed rapidly.
It turns into the back of a Buddha wearing a high hat.
The murmuring Zen sound seemed to resound through the void, pouring directly into people's minds. After the bloody brilliance faded away, the old man with confused eyes was forced to take three steps back.
Suddenly, the death energy from the old man's body spurted out, billowing like black ink, instantly blocking the blood-colored brilliance, and seemed to be devastating, before turning around and rolling back.
Qin Yang regained control of his body, and immediately took out a sledgehammer with a broken handle, swung it and hit the old man's head. At the same time, he also took out the secret treasure of the pen holder. After the pen holder flew out, it was strong in the wind, turned into a height of several feet, and fell upside down towards the old man.
The old man's face was expressionless, his eyes were still confused, but as if instinctively, he raised his hand and pointed a finger on the broken-handled sledgehammer. In an instant, vigorous death energy spurted out, wrapping the broken-handled sledgehammer inside.
A bit of red light floated in the sledgehammer, and a vast and scorching breath spurted out, tearing apart the dead energy and flying to the side without any movement.
The secret treasure in the pen holder also flew back immediately with the old man's finger.
Qin Yang's face turned green and his heart was trembling. The gap was really too big...
Without any time to think, Qin Yang gritted his teeth, jumped up, and jumped into the pen holder.