Thousands of years ago, the murderous old devil appeared in front of people for the first time in hundreds of years, many people thought that the appearance of this old devil would set off a bloody storm again, but they didn't think that in the face of a young junior who was less than the Great Perfection of the Yuan Infant, this old devil didn't have the slightest intention of fighting with him, and directly tore the space and fled.

This scene is really shocking, even if everyone saw the horror that Qiao Yuan pointed at before, but his cultivation is still in the late Yuan Infant stage after all, and the ancestor of the Song family cannot be compared with the withered old demon.

Mo Yangzi frowned slightly, he couldn't see the subtlety of Qiao Yuan's finger in the distance, but with his understanding of his own senior brother, the person who could make him retreat was no more than ten fingers in the entire Nantai, how could this junior in the infancy of the Yuan Dynasty be so capable?

"The eyes are golden, this son's aura has not changed in any way, but why does it feel like a different person?"

Not only him, but others had already noticed this, but almost no one knew the reason, and only guessed that Qiao Yuan might have practiced some kind of strange technique, or used some kind of treasure.

There is only one person, his heart is like a mirror, his eyes fall on Qiao Yuan from afar, and it is difficult to tell what thoughts are in his heart.

This person is the peerless Xi Ling'er who is independent of the February Peak, and even at the grandest moment of the ceremony, there is no appearance.

With a light sigh, her delicate body with weak willows and wind seemed to be thinner and thinner, and her face was as pale as ice and snow, not stained with a trace of dust and vulgarity.

In addition to her, Su Zhen first frowned after seeing Qiao Yuan's golden eyes, and his face showed a thoughtful look, but in a moment, his expression suddenly changed drastically, and his gaze at Qiao Yuan was full of incredulity and shock.

"The Mysterious Spirit?"

As soon as he saw the golden pupil, he felt a little familiar, and after thinking about it carefully, he remembered a mysterious monk he had met in the Grass Spirit Valley Spirit Vault.

The monk hid his true face, but his pair of golden pupils and his strange spells made Su Zhen still remember it and remember it deeply.

As the details in the memory were turned out little by little, the mysterious monk gradually overlapped with Qiao Yuan's figure, and the light in Su Zhen's eyes flashed, and he was already eighty percent sure that Qiao Yuan was the mysterious monk that day.

Not to mention what they thought, after Qiao Yuan forced back the withered old demon with one finger, his body stood motionless in place, still without any superfluous expression on his face, and the remaining spatial crack exploded in an instant, turning into a dark void hole that seemed to be able to absorb everything.

A muffled snort came from inside, and a gap suddenly appeared in the space a hundred zhang away in the distance, only to see a thin old man staggering out, regardless of the image of a big stone, while raising his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, while grinning, revealing a mouth full of yellow teeth, revealing a clear appearance.

"Huh...... Junior, your finger is strange, there is no spiritual power, and there is no Taoist thought to integrate, let alone a secret method of moon power, the old man has lived a lifetime, and he has killed more people than he has seen, such a strange finger, it is the first time I have seen it. ”

Qiao Yuan was indifferent to his words, turned around to look, like a puppet without the slightest emotion, and slowly raised his hand, about to draw that simple but thrilling finger again.

If you don't kill the ancestor of the Song family, you will not give up!

The withered old demon's face suddenly became bitter, and there was horror hidden in his eyes, and he immediately jumped up, no longer daring to put on the posture of a senior, and sneered.

"Daoyou have something to say, why bother to fight and kill, in this way, you tell Lao Yu what kind of magic is that finger, this Song Tian'an's Yuan Baby, Lao Yu offered it with both hands. ”

These words came out, not to mention Qiao Yuan's reaction, but everyone around him was dumbfounded, not knowing whether to scold this old devil for being shameless, or praise Qiao Yuan for being amazing.

If you can call the monk of the Soul Transformation Period a "Daoyou", that is, you have recognized his strength, and seeing his frightened appearance, everyone has a new judgment on the power of Qiao Yuan's finger again, especially the two in the sky, the solemnity in their eyes has gradually turned into fear and horror.

Others couldn't see the injuries on the withered old demon, but Nan Songzi and Mo Yangzi could see it clearly.

You must know that this old devil has cultivated as the way of life, and has practiced the killing technique for a lifetime, and his strength is far from being comparable to that of Mo Yangzi, who is angry and angry, just like this, he was still under Qiao Yuan's fingers, and he was injured a lot, and let him take the initiative to show weakness, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, the two of them would never have believed it.

As for the ancestor of the Song family, he had already lost his soul in fright, and was caught in his hands by the withered old demon, and his eyes that looked at Mo Yangzi in a trembling manner were full of pleading.

All of a sudden, everyone's eyes focused on Qiao Yuan again, expecting him to say a word or two, but this expectation was about to turn into disappointment after all.

Qiao Yuan was still indifferent, and his golden pupils stared at the ancestor of the Song family, never taking a look at the famous withered old demon.

The right hand is raised, and one finger is slashed down, which is bound to destroy the man who touched the scales.

This finger is the last finger, although it still looks simple and does not make any waves, but the sense of crisis that it brings to the withered old demon is more than the previous finger, making his hair stand on end, and the feeling of tremor that has not appeared in the past thousand years has resurfaced.

"You...... You...... Grandma's, Lao Tzu can't be provoked, and he can't hide. ”

The withered old demon pointed at Qiao Yuan, jumped to his feet and scolded, spread his legs while scolding, left the Yuan Ying of the ancestor of the Song family, and fled into the distance regardless of the image.

He knew that this finger was only aimed at the ancestor of the Song family, and if he retreated alone, naturally there would be nothing at all, but if he insisted on protecting this Song Tianan, not to mention whether he could keep it or not, he would have to pay a lot of price.

Mo Yangzi frowned tightly, he wanted to save the ancestor of the Song family, but after thinking about it, he instinctively didn't move.

It was too far away for him to feel the horror of that finger, but since he could force the withered old demon to scold, it had to make people think twice.

The ancestor of the Song family, the Yuan Baby, ran into the distance in despair, he couldn't feel any destructive force behind him, but there seemed to be a force of rejection and squeezing between heaven and earth, making him feel like he was being sanctioned by heaven and earth, and his heart was like ashes for a while.

At this moment, a slight sigh suddenly appeared here, at first glance it seemed to come from the distant sky, but after listening carefully, I felt that the sigh seemed to be ringing in my ears.

The strange and bizarre feeling made everyone's hearts froze, and there was a trance in their eyes, but it was only for a moment, and the trance disappeared.

"Look at ......"

I don't know who shouted, and one by one his eyes fell to the center of the battlefield, only to see an old man in a black and white robe appear there, not suddenly, nor slowly, but in an indescribable strange way, as if he was standing there, but everyone never saw it.

This old man has long black hair, a white face, a gentle expression, and a black and white Taoist robe, standing there with the demeanor of a master, immortal style and bones, and extraordinary bearing, which is exactly the same as the immortal old man imagined in the minds of some young people who have just entered the cultivation realm.

After he appeared, with a wave of his robe, he put away the Yuan Ying of the ancestor of the Song family, and before he could make any other moves, his gentle expression immediately changed, and his eyes instantly appeared solemn and suspicious.

"It's ...... The power of the underworld?"

The old man's heart trembled, and a thick layer of clouds and mist immediately condensed around his body with one hand, which looked like a curling immortal qi.

It's a pity that this cloud didn't last long at all, and it was completely dissolved by an invisible force.

Pinching the trick again, there were clouds and mist again, and there were bursts of mysterious aura permeating the surroundings, and everyone under the mountain who saw it was completely stunned, even Nan Songzi and Mo Yangzi narrowed their eyes, only the withered old demon sat on the top of an attic, grinning Senran.

It stands to reason that the power of the rules surpasses the level of the cultivator of the soul transformation period, and no matter how strong the old man of the fairy wind is, it is impossible to resist it, but Qiao Yuan's cultivation is too low, and the little gourd can borrow the physical body, at most, with his own perception, he can use the power of the natural rules between heaven and earth, not to use the rules, let alone create the rules.

The clouds and mist gathered and dispersed, compared to the previous scene of the collapse of the space at every turn, it was really impossible to imagine what kind of danger this fairy wind old man was facing, or how amazing Qiao Yuan's last finger was.

The time didn't last long, and the frequency of the clouds and mist gathering and dispersing slowed down, and with the big sleeves of the fairy wind old man, his body fluttered backwards and took a step.

One step at a time, stepping on the void clouds, the solemn look on his face slowly returned to a gentle smile, and said lightly.

"Little friend, the old man has only seen it in his life, and he is taught!

As soon as these words came out, it was not a stone that stirred up a thousand waves, but there were no waves, and everyone under the mountain did not know the identity of this old man, so they naturally did not understand how much weight there was in these words.

As for the few people who knew the identity of this old man, Nan Songzi, Mo Yangzi, and the withered old devil who was always smiling, all agreed with this remark, and naturally there would be no waves.

Looking at Qiao Yuan again, I don't know if it was because the power of the rules with three fingers took too much energy, or if Xiao Hulu felt that he had no life and death crisis, and the mysterious power receded like a tide, slowly returning the control of his body to Qiao Yuan himself.

The golden light in his eyes gradually faded, and the indifference and ruthlessness that made people feel extremely strange also dissipated, and a trace of human agility and brilliance appeared.

Qiao Yuan smiled bitterly in his heart, but his expression did not show the slightest, he was still so indifferent, and the agility and brilliance in his eyes were also hidden, so that people could not see that this body had changed hands for the second time silently.

It's really that the three fingers before the little gourd are too against the sky, and he looks at it himself, and he is shocked, you can imagine what kind of monstrous waves there will be in the hearts of others.

And in this case, if people can see that they have been beaten back to their original form, not to mention others, the old devil who was as thin as wood before will not be able to arrest himself back, draw his soul and split the corpse, and study it thoroughly.

His eyes were focused on the fairy wind old man, pretending to be for a moment, he suddenly turned around and flew straight into the distance, without saying a word, and his whole body exuded an aura that no one could approach.