"This person is not Tan An!" Su Ziji said calmly, "You are here. Could it be that you were the one responsible for it just now?"
"Yes, it's me." Tan An walked slowly, stopped four or five meters away from Su Ziji, and looked at him up and down.
"I was ordered to kill you. I had some doubts about whether it was true or not, but now I believe what they said."
"This is the head of a water temple in a mansion, and it is also the place where ancestors worship. Anyone who enters without respect will suffer disaster. If you stand there for a long time without respect, you have violated the law."
"Although the legal restrictions have long been weakened, ordinary people cannot resist. This is why the Water Temple is still feared by others after being neglected for hundreds of years."
"With your status as a mere scholar, you will never be able to resist. Only the sons of dragons, grandsons of dragons, and the nobles of Heaven can resist, and can even kill the spirit envoys."
These words sounded like a compliment, but coupled with Tan An's expression, it sounded more like condescending contempt, as if Su Ziji had already caught the prey, and at this time he was just commenting that the prey was smarter than he expected.
Such a gesture made Su Ziji unhappy.
This is not the first time that Su Ziji has heard the term "dragon son, dragon grandson". The last time Zeng Jing broke into the book store, she pointed at Ye Weihan and said he was the dragon son, dragon grandson, and then killed Ye Weihan. Trying to kill Ye Buhui, if Su Ziji hadn't seized the opportunity to kill him, he wouldn't be here now.
At that time, Su Ziji had no chance to learn the secret from Zeng Jing. Now he wanted to get some clues from the person in front of him and tried to ask: "Do you think I am the son of the dragon?"
Tan An smiled coldly: "Don't even think about finding out the information from me. I don't care whether you know it or not. This is the ancestral sacrificial hall, which is self-contained. Even if you are the son of a dragon and grandson, you have never been granted a title and are still suppressed - go Be an unjust ghost!"
As he said that, he refused to say another word. He bent his hands and put on the iron claws. As fast as a civet cat, he scratched Su Ziji.
This attack method is indeed not like a human being, but more like an animal becoming a spirit.
Su Ziji's mind flashed, and he felt the violation: "It used Tan An's body and asked Ding Ruili to lead me here. It's not cautious, but it's not strong enough!"
"If you are really powerful, you will definitely not act like this. Even if Shen Cheng has a sharp weapon and a murderous intention, let alone a monster?"
"Being cautious is nothing more than a lack of strength."
But knowing this, Su Ziji did not relax his vigilance. These words were suitable for him. At this time, he was not strong yet.
"This demon cat is playing with the mouse, maybe he doesn't know that I have practiced the Panlong Secret Technique?" Su Ziji sneered, now that the test is almost done, it is time to solve it.
"This place is close to the capital city, so I can't keep you much longer. You are the son and grandson of a dragon. If I eat your flesh and blood, I can not only take revenge, but also increase your cultivation. This is your life, and you can't blame anyone."
"Go to hell..." Tan An just said this. Su Ziji's expression suddenly changed. Although there was only a short blade in his hand, there was a faint thunder. Before Tan An could react, the sword flashed with blinding speed. .
"Ah..." Tan An's brain didn't have time to react, but the giant claw reacted like a conditioned reflex. He blocked it with one claw and heard a "clang" sound. In an instant, a strange force penetrated through the claw, and Tan An's body was huge. Shocked, he took a step back.
"Impossible!" Tan An's face was twisted, but Su Ziji's boxing skills were originally meant for killing people on the battlefield. They focused on being as fast as thunder and not giving the enemy a chance to breathe.
Just hearing the "clang clang" combo, Tan An's giant claws blocked again and again, sparks flying. At the seventh blow, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, and the flaw in the block was revealed.
"No!"
With a "pop" sound, the short blade penetrated through, piercing Tan An's left chest and heart. He stirred it fiercely and pulled it out again. He saw a large mouthful of blood spurting out from Tan An's chest and mouth at the same time. After taking a few steps, he stopped.
"...It's...damnable!"
Tan An was not dead for a moment, with a ferocious expression on his face: "Impossible, you are the dragon son and grandson of Dazheng, and you actually learned the military method of killing?"
But in the blink of an eye, he suddenly realized something: "...Is it because I was being chased by the King of Qi and the King of Shu, so I taught you the art of fighting and killing?"
Su Ziji took a deep look at Tan An, saw the black blood, and suddenly realized something: "Really Tan An, I'm afraid he would have died long ago."
An idea flashed in his mind, and he shouted: "King of Qi and King of Shu, which prince are you under the orders of?"
This was originally a test, and Tan An showed a strange and unreadable smile: "It's the King of Qi. The prince passed away halfway. The King of Shu is supported by the Taoist sect, and the King of Qi is supported by the demon clan like us..."
Just after saying this, he saw Su Ziji take two steps closer and listened attentively. Suddenly, there was a "boom", half of his head exploded, and then a black shadow appeared in the sky.
"Define!" The black shadow just left the body and condensed instantly. There was a fatal scar on the fierce and ferocious face. With animal eyes, it rushed towards him and shouted loudly. Correspondingly, the mist condensed again, and Like a snare, it tied up Su Ziji.
"Go to hell!" He opened his mouth, and it was just like the legend. It was a bloody mouth with sharp fangs, biting down on Su Ziji's head.
"Pfft!" Su Ziji's originally listening expression disappeared. He seemed to have been prepared for it. The sword flashed and pierced into the chest that was very close at hand.
"Impossible, humans and monsters are in conflict with each other, how can you break free from the ancestral temple's restrictions?" With a howl, the monster showed an expression of disbelief.
It seemed that it didn't expect that Su Ziji could get rid of the spell and even hurt it!
Feeling the rapidly fading vitality, the monster was filled with shock and anger. It raised its head and shouted, and with an explosion of power, Su Ziji was blown away.
"You, a despicable human being, how dare you hurt me!" He looked down at his chest and saw that the wound was gradually healing, and sneered again: "Do you think you can hurt me by relying on mortal means?"
But at this moment, something strange came from within the body, causing it to stop again.
"Is not likely to!"
It turned out that while it was speaking, the originally healed wound felt a burning sensation that made its soul tremble.
It tried to use demon power to repair it, but to no avail!
"Sure enough, it's dragon energy. Sure enough, you are the son and grandson of Dazheng!" Even now, it couldn't see any aura of monks on Su Ziji, and with the flames on the chest wound, the monster had no choice but to Realize that it fell today!
When it looked at Su Ziji again, it already hated him extremely, but as soon as the black shadow turned, it was about to escape.
"Damn it, Cao Yiyan is really cunning and can't hide a lot of things. Let me take the lead!"
Even if Su Ziji is not killed, as long as it is confirmed that Su Ziji is indeed of the prince's bloodline, his original mission has been completed.
"No, it's trying to escape!" Seeing the black shadow smiling at him and trying to escape, Su Ziji felt his scalp numb. This kind of incorporeal monster was most difficult to guard against. It was already hostile. Want to kill him.
But even if he rushed, it was already too late. In the forest that was originally shrouded in fog, he saw a black air accompanied by the terrifying howling of ghosts and wolves, and he was about to rush out.
"Buzz" At this time, the fog suddenly turned, and only "crackling" friction was heard, turning into a dragnet that hindered the escape of the black energy.
