Zhenyuan Daxian glanced at the gossip on the ground, didn't pay much attention to it, and waved his sleeves away.

However, the departing Zhenyuan Daxian did not notice that the blood on the gossip was so red, like a brilliant ruby.

It seems, foreshadowing something.

......

The same is the Wuzhuang view, the Wuzhuang view of Wanshou Mountain in Xiniu Hezhou is not so aggressive, it is peaceful here, there is a lot less fairy spirit, and there is less of the appearance of being high.

Outside the main hall, the little novice was laughing and playing with a group of ginseng fruits that would never grow up.

In the main hall, the door was closed, the candlelight was faint, Zhen Yuanzi and Xinyuan sat opposite each other, and a sharp knife was between the two.

In the candlelight, Zhen Yuanzi's half-squinted eyes, one hand stroked his beard slightly, and the other hand pinched his fingers to calculate.

Xinyuan's eyes are slightly closed, and he breathes quietly to keep his heart calm as water.

Suddenly, Zhen Yuanzi spoke: "This knife, is it good?"

"The viewer is relieved, very sharp. Xinyuan opened his eyes, and a gentle smile appeared on his handsome face: "Coupled with the poor monk's innate divine power, even if it is a stubborn stone, it can be divided into two, and it will definitely be able to successfully cut off the arm of the master." ”

Then the poor road was relieved. Zhen Yuanzi breathed a sigh of relief: "If you don't cut off my hand with one knife, and you have to cut it a second time, how painful it is!"

"One size does not necessarily solve the problem. Xinyuan thought for a while, and then said: "You know, Master, after all, you are not only proficient in the way of Qiankun, but also the way of change, and it is not difficult to grow an arm from the back, so in case that ghost cry fails to seize the opportunity, I am afraid that you will have to cut it again." ”

The corners of Zhen Yuanzi's mouth twitched, and he shook his head helplessly: "Hey, I hope he can succeed once, otherwise my old bones will be unlucky." ”

After another moment of silence, Zhen Yuanzi still hesitated after all, Zhen Yuan Daxian had died several times, but every time, he could be resurrected, for this time, although he was successfully assassinated, he was still the same as before, so what?

"Really, can it be done?" asked Zhen Yuanzi.

"It can be done. Xinyuan said with certainty: "Shushan exerts its strength, and even Kunlun has participated, Zhenyuan Daxian will definitely die, and the only question is whether he can completely eradicate the disease that is attached to the lord of the earth immortals." But this problem has been solved, the destined person has appeared, and now it is only necessary to wait for the poor monk to cut off the arm of the master, and everything will be over. ”

......

Under the scorching sun, the ruined village of Yellowstone rebloomed with life.

The withered tree bears shoots. The broken flowers and plants are crushed into the soil, but new weeds are grown.

On a flat meadow, dandelions are in full bloom. The summer breeze blows, and small white umbrellas fly all over the sky.

Devil Cry lay in the grass, his hands behind his head, and put his hat over his head, letting the sun shine.

The big black horse hid in the shade, bored and munched on the weeds.

A stone sculpture is very conspicuous, it is the old demon of Montenegro, he was brought here by the ghost cry, as long as Zhenyuan Daxian comes, you can see this stone sculpture at first sight.

Zhenyuan Daxian did see it, and after seeing the stone sculpture that the old demon of Black Mountain turned into, he naturally saw the ghost crying not far away.

"It's finally here. ”

Oni Cry threw away the hat covering his face, stood up, and pulled out the knife that was stuck in his waist.

Raising his head, he squinted his eyes and looked at the Zhenyuan Great Immortal who suddenly appeared on the top of the mountain.

He seemed to be shrouded in the sun, with long sleeves fluttering, standing on the ground, but as if he was about to ride the wind at any time, light and fluttering, just like a fairy in the sky.

His demonic aura is not as strong as that of the old demon of Montenegro, and ordinary people don't think he is terrifying at a glance, but they just think that he must be a hermit master with an extraordinary temperament.

But his spells, his supernatural powers, add up to allow him to coerce the entire Dongsheng Shenzhou, even if the army of millions is in front of him, it is like a chicken and a dog, not worth mentioning.

It's not that he can confront so many people head-on, but he can easily kill the leader of the other party, kill a leader when there is a leader, and kill the entire army directly. He has such a skill, and he has everything in his sleeve that makes everyone who provokes him tremble, for fear that one day he will find out his whereabouts.

This is not the most terrifying, the most terrifying thing is that even if he dies, he will be resurrected after a while, and he used all means to successfully assassinate him, but he became worthless.

As a result, Zhenyuan Daxian no longer dared to appear in front of any of his enemies, however, he didn't expect such an enemy to appear.

His name is Devil Cry.

"You, waiting for me?"

Zhenyuan Daxian's voice was very soft, but it was like a bell in the ears of the ghost crying, which shook his eardrums with a faint pain.

Ghost Cry carried the knife in one hand, plucked his ears with his fingers, and then flicked it, and said nonchalantly, "You only came now." ”

"Looks like you're here for me. ”

"Yes. The ghost cried and nodded.

"It's stupid. ”

The corners of Zhenyuan Daxian's mouth curled slightly, it seems that this is a fool, there is no need to talk to him, take his head, and go back to Wuzhuangguan.

With a wave of his sleeves, the next moment, the blood suddenly exploded in front of the ghost cry.

A blood-spurting arm fluttered in the air, and Zhenyuan Daxian appeared in front of the ghost cry with a stunned face.

In the past, people saw that as soon as Zhenyuan Daxian waved his sleeves, a human head appeared in his hand, and he never seemed to move.

In fact, this is not the case, he waved his sleeves, and instantly appeared in front of the other party, took the other party's head, and then returned to the original place. It's just that the process is so fast that no one can see it, so that it creates that illusion.

"Zhen Yuanzi !!" Zhen Yuan Daxian roared loudly with hatred on his face, and with a wave of his sleeve, a sword light bloomed, the sleeve was cut off, and the sharp long knife penetrated his chest.

The bloody tip of the knife leaked out from behind, and most of the strength of Zhenyuan Daxian was lost in an instant.

Thump!

He knelt on the ground, the remaining hand tightly tugging on the blade of the long knife, his face was pale, and there was despair in his eyes: "How is it possible, how can you ......"

Burst!

Ghost Cry took half a step forward, and the blade of the knife sank into his chest. The bodies of the two were tightly pressed together, and the ghost cried in his ear and said softly: "The ghost is crying, Shushan disciple, this time I came here to treat the ancestor of the earth immortals. ”

All things in the world are mutually reinforcing. Zhenyuan Daxian is extremely strong, relying on the scruples of others, relying on the ancestor of the earth immortals behind him, there seems to be nothing to restrain him, however, there is nothing absolute.

Now, his nemesis, Devil Cry, appeared in front of him. Moreover, it was also found by Shushan.

At this time, Zhenyuan Daxian knew that he had been calculated.

"No, no...... Even if they disturb the heavens, I should ...... if they are targeted."

Speaking of this, he couldn't go on, and he suddenly remembered that after he killed his student Jade Dragon, a yin and yang gossip card fell out of his arms, and the blood on the card was so dazzling.

His spiritual sense had already sensed that something was wrong, and had alerted him.

However, because of his arrogance, because he believed too much in his immortality, he ignored the reminder of his spiritual sense and crashed headlong into this great net.

The only remaining hand hung down, blood dripping from the fingertips.

Ghost Cry took a step back and drew his long knife, and Zhenyuan Daxian lost his support and fell to the ground, his eyes gradually cloudy and dark.

Hexagram, the big murderer.