Da da da……
Soft footsteps, step by step, like a calm tide, swallowing up the entire street in an unhurried manner.
After a while, a low wall, only half a person tall, stood in front of them.
With his advanced cultivation level, he could see at a glance that in that empty courtyard, there was an old man who was concentrating on stir-frying a mouthful of soup with white smoke rising from it.
This soup has been boiling for who knows how many years. It is fragrant and makes people salivate. They want to turn into foodies and devour it.
Jiang Fengwu stood far outside the city wall, looked around, his eyes flashed, and then said: "You can ask someone for directions!"
The old man in green clothes on the side heard the words, nodded slightly, and immediately pointed to an elderly monk with a lower cultivation level: "It's you! Find a direction!"
The casual cultivator whom he pointed out didn't dare to refuse. He quickly stepped forward and tried a magic technique on the old man through the wall. After making sure that there was nothing strange about him, he breathed a sigh of relief. He shouted loudly: "Senior, can you say a few words to me?"
Hearing the sound, the old man raised his head. At this time, everyone saw his one eye, but his one eye was dark and looked very strange.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, looked around, and murmured: "What did I hear?"
The man looked at the old man, blind in both eyes, and immediately took a step forward, jumped up, and jumped to the old man's side.
At this time, the old man was holding a huge spoon and stirring constantly.
The old monk looked at the man and then at the big cauldron. The old man was obviously an old man. He didn't understand why the old man was still making soup so late at night when everyone else was asleep. In this large pot, the bones and flesh inside were bubbling, obviously cooking something, but this large pot seemed to be enough to stuff his whole body into it.
When he thought about this, he was a little confused. How could he suddenly have such an idea?
He calmed down, immediately walked to the old man, and whispered in the old man's ear: "Senior, do you know how to get out of the city?"
boom!
As soon as he finished speaking, the casual cultivator opened his mouth wide.
The casual cultivator didn't seem to notice. He just said with a trace of blood on half of his face: "Road?"
Then, his tongue, nose, ears, eyes...the flesh and blood on the top of his head all fell into a mouthful of soup in front of him!
The old man took a big spoon and stirred it vigorously, and then he realized: "Are you staying overnight?"
"Yes, yes!" Lin Feng said quickly.
"The residence is in the front. There is an independent courtyard in front. There is a Feng Shui tree in the southeast direction and there are many empty rooms."
"Xiao An Niang has superb cooking skills and is also well-known as a virtuous and virtuous person in our town."
As his words fell, the old man's head was reduced to a skeleton without any flesh and blood.
Hearing the old man's words, he immediately nodded, "Thank you, senior."
After saying that, he turned to look at Jiang Fengwu and shouted loudly: "Xiao An's house is in the southeast of the front yard. There is a big tree there. We can stay here for one night!"
Jiang Fengwu nodded immediately, showing a look of relief.
When they asked about the way to leave Baicao Town, the old man only asked one question, and that was where to live.
Facing this strange scene, no one in the audience felt anything was wrong.
"Let's go!" Jiang Fengwu said quickly.
Therefore, the monks present also followed Xu Que and moved forward together.
The old man, who had only a skeleton left, stayed with him and cooked soup with him.
It was a mean alley.
Ayong's house has become a ruin.
The smoke and dust in the sky gradually subsided.
On the mossy rocky path, a ghost sedan floated in mid-air, carried by four bearers, with cold eyes and bursts of chill.
In the sedan chair, Zhongkui Yueji had fallen into a deep sleep.
Zhan Wuji stood in front of the ghost chariot, his whole body covered in scars, riddled with holes and scars.
A little boy of six or seven years old was pierced through the chest by a long red sword, nailing him to the wall.
The little boy's clothes were intact, and this was the only scar on his body. Even though his body was pierced by the sword energy and his whole body was hung on the wall, his face still showed a condescending attitude, without the slightest hint of panic.
Zhan Wuji took steps towards the boy.
Even now, his body is still being devoured.
Crackling, crackling, crackling...
The crunching sound resounded throughout his body.
At the same time, the flesh and blood on his body that had been bitten by insects quickly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
However, its healing was not as fast as it was devoured.
Until now, Ye Xiao still doesn't understand where these bites come from...
At this moment, the boy's voice was a bit cold, but also a bit majestic:
Da, da, da, da... da.
Zhan Wuji had already arrived at the little boy's side. He stopped and raised his right arm. A pure and domineering sword energy gathered in his palm, like an incomparably sharp blade!
In this way, he only needs one sword to kill the enemy!
But it's so easy!
This trace of soul is equivalent to his Hedao realm back then.
But the "rebellion" in front of him actually has the same power as himself. Logically speaking, he can't be so weak!
Back in the blessed land with the word "curse", in front of that gate, that person's strength had not yet reached this level.
Judging from the tone of the other party's words, he is at least a powerful person who has transcended tribulations!
Moreover, even if he knew that he was no match, why didn't he admit defeat to him?
How dare you challenge him?
Why not get a chance to enter the Immortal Path from him on the condition of the three of them?
Zhan Wuji quickly put the doubts in his mind to the back of his mind. The top priority was to kill this man!
No matter what trump card "Ni" has, it is all in vain under his power!
Thinking of this, Zhan Wuji slashed out with a fierce sword, the sword energy roared, and the sky was filled with blood-red light, like a stormy sea, causing the wind and clouds to change colors, cold rain to mix, and unpredictable changes.
boom!
With a flash of sword light, the boy's body was split into two.
The remaining force of the sword light continued, directly piercing through the ruins behind him. Wherever the sword light passed, Baicao Town was split into two!
Rumble...
Amidst countless collapse sounds, dust flew into the sky.
But before Zhan Wuji could react, he found himself falling to the ground, his body split in two. Cui Wei's sword intention was like a giant mouth full of sharp teeth, corroding the muscles and bones in Li Tianlan's body all the time.
Between his two bodies, there was a sword!
