"I want to kill my Qi Ji and Soul with one blow? A good idea, but unfortunately you failed because you are old."

The black robe walked towards the car, and the cold wind walked through the black raid, looking like the battle flag of the underworld.

Looking at this scene, Shang Xingzhou's eyes were still indifferent, and the little Taoist priest hidden behind him became scared, his face was white and he kept trembling.

The human cavalry around did not notice the movement on the hill. It was obvious that the black robe used some means.

The war in the wilderness continued and became more intense, and the figure of the Daoshanyao seemed to be closer.

The second demon general suddenly led the tribe leader and the strong men to attack the central army tent.

There were sounds of killing outside the old city of Xue Lao, and all of this was to cover up this destructive intention on the hill.

Shang Xingzhou said calmly: "I am indeed very old, because I am not like you. In order to live a few more years, I actually made such disgusting methods on myself. The world's number one beauty has become like this now, who is not human, or ghostly. Will you be embarrassed to meet your brother after you die in the future?"

"Stop your mouth!"

The sound of the black robe became sharp and spread on the hill like an iron needle.

There were a lot of small holes in the painting in the sky instantly.

"You guys are not qualified to mention his name!"

Black robe screamed angrily.

The next moment he calmed down, and the whole process seemed very sudden and weird.

His face, which was not covered by the cap, was blue, and the smile that gradually emerged, made it even more weird.

"I will kill you, and then let my brother kill you again in the underworld, kill you countless times."

Shang Xingzhou's expression was still calm and he said, "First of all, you must be able to kill me."

After saying this, he suddenly started to cough, and his cough was so severe that his always straight waist gradually bent into an old pine tree.

The little Taoist priest held his arm and kept stroking his back, his eyes full of water, and he shouted in a childish voice: "Old ancestor, isn't he okay?"

Shang Xingzhou stood up with some difficulty and waved his hand.

"Look at your poor face and white hair, how can you still be my opponent??"

Black Rou looked at him and said, "So, go to die."

The three words "Die" are usually only heard in the city, and those who say such words are usually shrews, with some curse.

But Black Rou said these three words very calmly and elegantly, because he had no meaning of a curse, but just explained a fact that was about to happen.

In his calmness, there was some admiration that could not be expressed in words, or mutual appreciation.

After all, in the past thousand years of history, he and Shang Xingzhou should be regarded as the two most amazing conspirators.

Unfortunately, any conspiracy will still depend on force in the end, and the outcome will depend on life and death, which seems to be a little less beautiful.

The black robe disappeared in place.

When he appeared again, he had already arrived in front of the car.

There is no connection between these two screens, and it seems to be two independent events.

The top of the mountain is silent.

The grass sank slightly, and several clear footprints appeared.

The afterimage dragged out of the black robe, before the green and yellow background, was like a huge pen tip, with the ink very full, and I was about to make a painting or a volume of cursive script.

The pen did not fall on the huge painting in the air, but fell into the car.

The thin fingers in the black robe, with a light blue light, piercing Shang Xingzhou's throat.

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...

A hint of regret appeared in Shang Xingzhou's eyes.

As mentioned earlier, he and Hei Rou are the two most outstanding conspirators in the world.

He actually wanted to fight with the black robe too.

Unfortunately, he is really old.

For tens of thousands of years, he, the only one who achieved great success in the Taoist practice of Xiliu Dian, knows the power of time better than anyone else.

Every night of ten years, he felt the passage of life and the blurring of his soul.

He is a legitimate descendant of the national religion and is unwilling to use evil magic to prolong his life like the black robe. His realm and strength are no longer as good as the other party.

He just wanted to lock the black robe's energy and soul but failed to succeed, so now he can only wait to be killed by the black robe.

Unfortunately, he failed to fight with the other party at his heyday. He did not need to be happy, but to make a plan and do everything possible to fight the extreme.

Apart from this, there are no more regrets, such as death?

He drove to climb the mountain to lure the demons to kill him.

Being able to seduce the black robe is the best result that can be imagined.

There is a stream outside the old temple in Xining Town, and there are many fish in the stream. The rest and Chen Changsheng like to watch fish by the stream, but his favorite thing is to fish.

Whether it is a koi or a red line, it is both big or small, and it is steamed or braised.

He is the most amazing fishing man in the world. Today he made his own bait, who can escape?

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...

Autumn is the brightest moment of the day.

The mood in the black robe is as bright as the sun.

The brighter the surrounding environment, the darker the carriage appears.

His hands were two feet away from Shangxingzhou.

He saw the regret in Shang Xingzhou's eyes, and also the terrified eyes of the little Taoist priest.

The next moment, he saw a little white suddenly appear in the dark carriage.

What exactly is that pale, pale?

Not the face of a life-seeking ghost, but a piece of white paper?

Immediately afterwards, a bitter light broke through the night and slashed towards the black robe.

It was extremely bright, like someone lit up a sun in the carriage.

It was extremely cold, and in an instant the grass on the hillside was covered with light frost.

What kind of light will have these two completely different auras at the same time?

In the swamp more than ten miles away, Wang Po leaned against the dead tree and looked at the figure of the fallen mountain fang not far away, with a very focused expression.

Suddenly, he felt something and looked back at the hill.

Almost at the same time, Daoshanya also turned in that direction.

The demon's cold gaze suddenly became furious, and then it cooled down sharply, causing a lot of worry.

The second demon general who attacked the central army tent, as well as the tribe patriarchs and strong men, also felt the appearance of a powerful aura.

Chen Changsheng and some gods also felt the aura.

Xu Yourong's feelings are the clearest and accurate, because she is most familiar with this breath.

When I was a child, I was bored in the palace, so she often went to find the gun to play with it.

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...

The black robe let out a loud roar and retreated at an unimaginable speed.

There was snow on his eyelashes, and everything he saw was shining with colorful light.

Including the gun that broke through the night.

A soft sound was heard.

The black robe fell on the grass dozens of feet away.

A hole appeared in his right chest.

Blood kept flowing out.

It looks extremely terrifying.

Golden light shavings floated out of the blood hole, looking like a setting sun again.

"Why is this gun in your hands!"

Black Rooster looked at the car on the top of the mountain and said with anger: "Why are you here?"

The breeze blew the white paper and rustled.
Chapter completed!