Kakka ~

The black fog on Yingxing Tower flashed and disappeared. The wind and snow were filled with the sound of muscles and bones tugging. The "Ye Sheng" with a dark aura in his eyes stretched out his muscles and bones.

"These wise people live in a pampered and elegant manner. Although they have received the help of the 'Tiger and Wolf Pill', their foundation can only be said to be forced. If they want to return to the Martial Saint, it will take a year to go. Perhaps, it is not enough..."

Feeling the weak and relaxed body, "Ye Sheng"'s face was cold:

"It's really worthy of being a lineage. It's cunning and vicious, not inferior to Zhang Xuanba! He actually used his body as bait to lure me into a fool..."

His tone was cold and unwilling.

Death in the northwest was not only a shame, but also a sadness for him.

After eight generations, hundreds of years of hard practice, countless days and nights of suffering, but it is impossible for an ant to take advantage of the momentum.

This is naturally a great sorrow.

"You are all your fault and have nothing to do with others. If you and I have not been one of the same origin, you will not be moved at all if you die."

In the wind and snow, the old demon looked indifferent:

"On the contrary, do you want to give me an explanation for what happened to Zhuoligetu when you were exhausted?"

Eight generations of fighting for an immortal, not one person lives for eight generations, but eight generations of the old monsters in Black Mountain have been trained together, eight people, eight bodies and eight minds.

Therefore, even though he is the real Black Mountain that has gathered the eighth generations, he did not unexpectedly have to be controlled by him in the previous seven generations.

On the contrary, at this moment, his strength is inferior to all seven bodies, so he cannot be completely restrained.

Otherwise, he would not have let the Sixth Emperor go to the northwest to seek death...

"Why, you still have to ask for guilt? Lao Ba, you have to understand..."

‘Ye Sheng’s mouth raised, his tone was cold and sneered:

"Zhuoligetu is supported by me. I will die for me and die as much as possible. How can you have any room for you to argue?"

The old demon lowered his eyes, and his breath became deep and dangerous:

"Do you want to go against me?"

"You and I are one and have the same origin, and there is no distinction between high and low, which is contrary? Do you think you can dominate our will?"

The sixth generation of old monster looked indifferent:

"If you hadn't lost the 'Shapolang', how could I have been bitten by the beast and even killed by that child?"

Huh ~

The invisible aura collided for a moment on Yingxing Tower.

In just a moment, the sixth generation of old monsters who were reborn from their bodies had a muffled groan and was almost forced to go down the tall building.

And just as he was about to get angry, a faint light floated up from the downstairs, and a figure of neither high nor low was already standing between the two.

It was a young man with silver hair, black robe and barefoot. He stretched his hands to isolate the collision of invisible aura.

At the same time, I sighed slightly:

"The disadvantages of incarnation are really unavoidable. Even if you and I are one of the same origin, they will have rifts and fight..."

"Lao Qi..."

Seeing the silver-haired boy appear, the sixth-generation old demon's eyes moved slightly and withdrew his hands, while the old demon looked at him coldly:

"One unity and one origin are also divided into primary and secondary. Although both hands and feet are important, you must also obey the arrangement.

Otherwise, you may not be able to do it even if you break your hands and feet!"

He spoke coldly, and the other two old monsters couldn't help but remain silent for a moment.

Although they have different wills, they are just one person in the final analysis and naturally they will not be confused about their own nature.

But he stopped talking indifferently.

In addition to him, the seventh generation of the old demon had the deepest foundation and the highest cultivation level. On the contrary, the six generations of the old demons before him mostly broke through that level according to his aftertaste.

The essence of fighting against immortals in the eight generations lies in the cultivation of all worlds, and when one body is completed, all bodies will be formed.

At this moment, he has not reached the top, and among his eighth generation, he is still the most powerful old man...

"The Tao is ahead, kill the gods and Buddhas, and kill me..."

After a slight silence, Lao Qi smiled and broke the stalemate upstairs. He looked at the old demon with his hands in disguise:

"Old Liu died in the Northwest City, and you and I will empathize with it. That boy, no, Yang Yu has indeed become a climate, not inferior to Zhang Xuanba back then..."

"good."

The sixth generation old monster nodded:

"He didn't know what method he used to refine the seal of sacrifice of the old woman Liansheng, and save Jiazi from practicing hard. Before Zhang Xuanba took that step, he might not be stronger than him.

In today's world, there are only two or three people who can compete with him in martial arts..."

"Before the battle in Dingyang City, Lu Chen, who was invisible in the illusion, appeared outside the frontier, and it seemed that he didn't want us to intervene...

Then Yang Yu has practiced for only thirty or thirty years, and he has practiced like this. Could it be that Lu Chen is behind him?"

"Maybe not too big. If he had followed Lu Chen, he would not have been forced by the old woman Liansheng to become a Martial Saint and cut off his own way..."

"If his life is not long, then he will go freely, but now..."

"kill?"

"kill!"

Even though the murderous intention was so fierce in his heart, there was no derogatory words from several people. A few words from one person had eliminated the previous tension and unifying opinions.

Before this, there have been many similar quarrels, and this time it is the shortest.

"I still remember that in the past, outside the northwest city, he ordered me to take the lead in this incident..."

After stepping out, Lao Qi's figure disappeared into the wind and snow:

"In the past, I was unable to fight Xuanba to death. I regret it until now..."

He came suddenly and left decisively.

After he left, figures appeared on the Star Welcoming Platform like ghosts, tall or short, male or female...

"It is our deepest regret that I am not willing to kill Zhang Xuanba, so I will let him go..."

"But, the way is ahead, there must be no mistakes. The preparations required cannot be avoided."

After a brief silence, the old demon looked at his previous life and calmly expressed a few names:

"Dayan Mountain, Qiankun Cave, Bibo Hantan, these three places, I should go there in person, as for other places..."

Some figures nodded and left one after another.

Not long after, only the old demons left on the Star Welcoming Platform, as well as the sixth generation of old demons who had died once and had not yet recovered their breath.

"Before Li's civil strife, Li Yuan will not have any spare energy before he can kill Hongri, but the land sinking place cannot be missed."

The sixth generation old demon said in a deep voice:

"In addition, Wang Muzhi has been in the Shuiyun Pass for many years and must be guarded..."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "The last time Lu Chen came, I had to avoid retreating without restoring my merits. If he came again, he would have to see the methods of this martial ancestor..."

While speaking, the old demon sat in the wind and snow again:

"As for Wang Muzhi, he will not leave the prison unless he wants Xu Wenji to die immediately!"

"...The master of magical powers that made Yanchuanping drought for six years cannot be held by others,

You go and crush his bones and ashes to sacrifice to the cattle and horses that died in vain on my grassland, my tribe members!”

There was no response, and the figure had disappeared.

"Yang Yu, Yang Yu..."

In the wind and snow, the old monster of Black Mountain slowly closed his eyes, but it was not long before it opened again. Under the tower, someone came hurriedly, sweating on his forehead, and looked frightened and nervous.

"Prince, something big is not good. Emperor of Ming Dynasty, he, he ran away!"

The old man was extremely shocked.

But unexpectedly, the old monster in the wind and snow was very calm, not only not angry, but also had a smile on the corner of his mouth.

He lowered his eyes and looked at him. With the sympathy of energy, he had seen Emperor Qianheng who was fleeing in a panic surrounded by a group of eunuchs.

"The tiger father, dog, son, and grandson are ridiculous. Zhang Yuanzhu has a heroic life, but he has such descendants..."

Shaking his head slightly, the old demon looked at the person who was reporting and gave a light command:

"Thank eight thousand wolf cavalry to send him off to the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty..."

"Wolf, wolf rider?!"

The person who came was almost stunned.

The Wolf Cavalry is the most elite cavalry under the command of the Seven Killing King!
To be continued...