Lan Yutang poured mud pill palace with qi, suppressed all the tension there, and then, let out a long sigh to relax his mood.

Because he knew that the time to decide his life and death had finally come, and now, since he was in this temple, in the final hiding place of the mysterious man, then, that is, the place where the mysterious man might finally appear, he must not be nervous.

He had to grasp the last glimmer of hope in his hands.

Thinking of this, he turned the immortal jade flute in his hand in mid-air, the immortal jade flute as red as blood and as gorgeous as a rose polished his teeth and waited for the lion to appear in the prey, and then, laughing at the voice, said:

What the predecessors said is not wrong at all, as long as it is a person, it will die, and the phoenix will also die, regardless of whether this person is a phoenix that cannot be killed.

In that case, then, what about you, senior?

I don't know if your senior, who has been hiding in the shadows and not daring to show up, is a senior who has already died, or a senior who is about to die?

I think, you must be a senior who is about to die, otherwise, why don't you come out and let the younger generation admire the peerless face of the senior.

As soon as he finished speaking, the voice as sharp as pig iron also sounded, and the voice was cold and sharp, as if it carried the breath of the country of death.

However, such a voice was laughing.

In fact, his laughter was no different from the sound of his voice, it was so ugly, sharp, like the sound of a blunt knife scraping against a stone wall.

He first laughed sneering for a while, and then he actually clapped his palms and exclaimed: Okay, good scolding, of course he is an old immortal who is about to die.

For so many years, I have been angry with him, and I have never been able to find the words to scold him so bloody, I didn't expect you to come up with it, young man, I think I like you more and more.

I wanted to turn you into my toy, like the skeletons under your feet, but now I've changed my mind and left you as a corpse.

The calm and ethereal voice also sounded, and said intriguingly: You can't die ghost thing dare to say such things in front of a group of ants, see if I can't seal your stinky mouth.

Speaking of this, he changed his tone and snorted coldly at Lan Yutang: Ha, I didn't expect that although you, a young man, look proud and conceited, but you seem to have a little bit of self-knowledge, I like young people who are self-aware.

Hearing this, Lan Yutang also laughed.

His laughter is very good, as if he is playing a quaint piano, as if he is playing a low flute, with a trace of indescribable relaxation and freedom of falling flowers and flowing water.

He said lightly: Actually, for a person who often deals with death, if I don't even have this little awareness, then even if I really have nine lives, I'm afraid I would have died a long time ago.

I don't know if it's because of the effect of the skull pattern that is constantly spreading on his body, or because of the first time he talked to the mysterious person hiding behind him, his heart suddenly "bang bang bang" beat very hard.

Although his heart was beating like a drum, his voice was still so calm, so calm that even he felt a little surprised.

Although he often faced various death threats, for some reason, in such a mysterious temple, the death he faced when talking to such two mysterious people made him feel nervous, and even made him a little afraid.

This feeling was not so strong even when he killed for the first time.

Although he was nervous and frightened when he killed someone for the first time, when he saw the man slowly fall down in front of him, his mood suddenly calmed down.

However, this time is different.

This time, not only did he feel nervous, but he even wanted to hold on to the pillars next to him and vomit vigorously, preferably until his stomach and intestines were thrown out.

What's going on here?

He didn't know.

I don't know how to be nervous.

Then, a very bad premonition suddenly flashed in his mind, could it be...... This time...... Is he, even though he is a phoenix that claims to be unbeatable, really want to die?

Does the immortal phoenix really die?

He didn't know.

I don't know what I'm most afraid of.

Under the pressure of nervousness and fear, he decided to force the two mysterious people out, just like he had just forced one of them out with the sound of the flute in the corridor.

Because he knows that only by forcing them to show up can he be sure, can he see through their true strength, and maybe have a chance to win.

Just as that voice sounded again, he couldn't help but want to make a move several times.

However, in the end, he didn't know why, his hand holding the immortal jade flute suddenly hesitated.

Why are you hesitating?

Was it because he knew that his true power was being swallowed up little by little by the skull patterns that were constantly spreading on his body, and he didn't have the confidence to dress him up at all?

Or is he scared?

Afraid that after losing the last gamble with his own life, he, the phoenix who claims to have an immortal body, will also die this time?

Perhaps, the reason why he was scared this time was not because he felt that he, the person who claimed to be an immortal phoenix, would also die, but because he didn't see the person who wanted him to die at all.

When a person is faced with a death that he does not even know what kind of death he is going to suffer, he will always feel a special fear.

What's more, that mysterious man has been manipulating his consciousness since he entered that forest, entered that Pure Land of Bliss-like illusion.

And he died without even knowing what this person's origin was, what he looked like, and what kind of martial arts he used, he was really a little unwilling.

So, he had to try again when he was fully sure.

Although judging by the many phenomena, his chances of winning are very small, or even not at all, but he still wants to give it a try.

He's going to take a gamble at this critical juncture.

In the past, when he was in the casino, he had always had good luck, and he believes that this time was no exception.

What's more, didn't he use the Phoenix Night Memoire to force that person off the stone wall just now?

Since he was able to force that person out with the Phoenix Night Memoto just now, why can't he use his golden phoenix dart to stick it in that person's throat this time.

He knew that this would be his most critical anomaly gamble.

If you win, you will have the hope of getting out of this miraculous temple, out of the phantom of this temple, and return to the original world, and if you are defeated, you will sleep here forever.

Thinking of this, he looked at Shang Tianxiang.

Shang Tianxiang's face was cold, her eyes were glazed, all her consciousness had been controlled by the phantom in front of her, and she had lost the ability to think freely about form.