The old man holding the two-stringed harp had countless unbelievable emotions surging up in his heart.

Since Helan Heiyun was invincible, this entire plan has completely deviated from the trajectory that should have been followed.

Compared with Helan Black Cloud, this old man has more than just the thickness of the true yuan, of course, there is more knowledge.

When this cultivator holding a yellow paper umbrella died, in this old man's perception, the nine swords had already exceeded the realm of the real people of the Nine Palaces in the past, and he could be sure that Rong Yi, this formation master, had surpassed the realm of the real people of the Nine Palaces in terms of pure opponents.

Jiugong Zhenren left these nine swords for Rong Yi, which is equivalent to condensing the accumulation of his life, and Rong Yi did not disappoint him, not only really exerted the power of these nine swords, but made these nine swords completely surpass themselves.

He couldn't deny that Wei Rui was indeed the most powerful formation master in the world, but according to the exact information he knew, Rong Yi didn't stay in the border army for long, he spent more time in this Yongning Temple to practice.

Even if Wei Rui taught him everything, and only relied on his own understanding, the old man always felt that Rong Yi could not become so powerful.

He had a vague feeling that something must be wrong with it.

It's just that as part of the whole plan, the old man still has no intention of stopping.

No matter what else went wrong, he wanted to get his job done.

At this time, the vast majority of the Tie Ce Army and even almost all the military officials of the Southern Dynasty did not know the true identity of the young cultivator with a scarred face, but with many overlapping clues, Lord Demon Sect was already sure that the young man with a scarred face living in the Buddha house in front of him at this time was Wang Pingyang, one of the most outstanding students of the Southern Heavenly Academy.

In the eyes of the Demon Sect, Wang Pingyang should be more difficult to deal with than Rong Yi, he should be stronger than Rong Yi, after experiencing a big battle like Zhongli, this kind of young cultivator with amazing talent will definitely get a lot of insights, not to mention that with the cultivation of the spiritual pool of Yongning Temple and the help of Yuan Yan, his cultivation will definitely increase significantly.

Aside from Lin Yi, in the eyes of the Demon Sect, Wang Pingyang should even be the fastest cultivator to break through the Divine Mind Realm among the young cultivators of Tie Cejun. He even felt that Wang Pingyang might even have broken through the divine thoughts.

It sounds a little incredible.

It's just that no one knows his own exercises better than the Demon Sect, and the Demon Sect has personally contacted Wang Pingyang, he never looks down on the enemy, nor does he look down on the opponent, this kind of inference, saying that it is possible, is that there is a real possibility.

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The one who killed Wang Pingyang was this more experienced Demon Sect member.

However, even in the eyes of the Demon Sect, even if Wang Pingyang can really gather the help of various families and really cross the boundaries of divine thoughts, this kind of quick success based on his magic skills naturally has inherent defects.

Before this old man came, he had already received the guidance of the Demon Sect and had some natural means to restrain Wang Pingyang Zhenyuan.

At this time, although his heart was full of disbelief, what he was thinking about was still to hit with one blow, and then quickly escaped.

When the yellow paper umbrella floated towards the outside of the temple like a huge dandelion seed, the old man had already arrived at the door of this Buddhist house.

Before, his two strings were constantly vibrating, confronting the large array that enveloped this Yongning Temple, but this confrontation seemed very gentle, and his strength and the power of the Rong Yi magic circle were gently twisted together, like two different glues slowly solidifying around this Buddha house.

Because there was no violent confrontation with each other, it could not be said that the power of Rong Yi's magic circle completely suppressed the law of vitality outlined by his two-stringed instrument, nor could it be said that he easily suppressed Rong Yi.

However, at this moment, as one of his fingers landed on the two strings, the moment the two strings stopped vibrating, this calm and gentleness was completely broken.

It's like a pot of hot water that is about to boil but is suddenly thrown into a red-hot stone.

Poof.

The pot of hot water boiled thoroughly and exploded.

The two forces that were gently knotted in the air exploded at this moment.

With the old man's mind, this kind of rampaging vitality power, like hundreds of flying swords, all came to the courtyard in front of him.

The gate of the monk's house made of ordinary pine wood collapsed together with the loess courtyard walls on both sides, and the two courtyard doors were easily torn apart and shattered like two pieces of tissue paper.

Behind the courtyard gate is a vegetable patch.

When the two courtyard doors were torn apart, the old man saw the person standing in the vegetable field, but the old man instantly fell into a huge shock.

He felt a vitality similar to that of the Demon Sect, and he naturally thought that the person standing in the vegetable field was Wang Pingyang.

However, the person who appeared in front of him at this time was a fat man.

A fat man who is white and chubby, and the skin on his face is as smooth as jade.

Of course, this fat man can't be Wang Pingyang.

But how could he have such an aura on him?

The old man's fingers fluttered on the strings, and he couldn't figure it out.

In the face of raging power, this fat

Zi raised his head, and countless strange flashes appeared in the pupils of his eyes.

At this moment, the fat man gave him the feeling that one of his eyes had become the compound eyes of a fly.

In the next moment, countless rampaging vitality forces fell on the fat man's body.

Countless piercing crackles sounded on the fat man's body.

It was as if he had been struck by countless giant whips at the same time.

However, in the perception of this old man, the body of this fat man was really like the Demon Sect he was familiar with.

The forces that should have smashed the fat man into pieces of flesh were like being thrown into an incomparably huge whirlpool, directly devoured.

He can't be Wang Pingyang!

The voice sounded in the old man's head again.

So where is Wang Pingyang?

He looked at the strange fat man incomprehensibly, but at this moment, a figure appeared not far behind him.

The figure was surrounded by the same aura as the fat man.

The old man instantly locked on this person's qi, and he knew that this was Wang Pingyang.

Bang.

A roar rang out inside him.

Countless strange wisps of qi quickly reunited in the air in front of Wang Pingyang, forming a strange cloud of dim yellow light flames.

This is the means given to him by the Demon Sect, and it stands to reason that the true yuan in Wang Pingyang's body will be extracted in the next moment.

However, at this moment, under a flying piece of wood beside him, a sword light quietly revealed.

The qi of this sword light was connected to Wang Pingyang.

This is the flying sword used by Wang Pingyang at this time.

It stands to reason that this flying sword will also completely lose its power at this time.

However, it didn't make sense that the flying sword still landed on his neck.

Poof.

The natural vibration of the body protection essence on his skin was cut open.

Laugh at.....

What followed was a sharp gushing of blood.

The old man's breathing came to a complete halt, and the air in his lungs spurted out of his severed throat along with blood.

"How so?"

He looked at the blood that flew from his neck in front of him, and knew that his life was about to end, but at this time his heart was more puzzled and confused.