Mu Ziyun's second fight with Zuo Zhiwei was much easier than when he fought in Luo Ma River. This inexplicable acquisition of Yan Xiu's body gave him a lot of benefits. "I said, do you have to fight to the death here? I don't care, the person who attacked you is still living somewhere." Mu Ziyun retreated to a safe place and said.
Zuo Zhiwei frowned after hearing this. Thinking about it, the most important thing now is to figure out these unreasonable things. This feeling of being treated as a puppet or a dog is really humiliating.
"Tell me what's going on."
Zuo Zhiwei exerted his strength, his eyes showed helplessness, he sighed and sat down, and said: "I am the first person to come here. I have seen some people just now. I saw them when they were alive, and they are all dead."
After a pause, he continued: "If you have the same behavior after being resurrected, you will lose the memory of your death. There will be an extra thing, and you will spend your whole life trying to find something. As for what the thing is, haha, I don't know at all. This is probably The people behind it just control their methods."
Mu Ziyun touched his chin, came closer and said, "I seem to know who made you like this."
"What? You know!" Zuo Zhiwei grabbed Mu Ziyun's collar, "Say! Who is it?" After struggling to break his hand away, Mu Ziyun replied: "Tell me first, who killed you?" ."
"You" Zuo Zhiwei felt a dull pain in his heart. He was dead, really dead. The feeling of his blood draining and his eyes slowly turning black was very real and terrifying. He was unwilling to give in. Even if he found the person who manipulated him, he would be able to What, kill him? What will you become?
His years of experience and countless tortures were in vain to achieve this kind of body, and he just turned into a walking corpse. He was really unwilling to accept it.
"Who killed me, haha" Zuo Zhiwei sneered and stared at Mu Ziyun and said, "Don't you know?" "I don't know, it's not me who killed you."
Mu Ziyun thought to himself, could it be the leader from Qingshan Mountain? Only a leader of Zuo Zhiwei's strength can defeat him, and it will definitely not be easy. You know, there are so many guys in the Luoye Sect who are in charge of Yan Xiu, but only a few of them have mastered Yan Xiu. Zuo Zhiwei He is considered a leader.
"It's two people." Anger appeared in Zuo Zhiwei's eyes, and he said bitterly: "Two venerable people!" It's Hao Han, huh? The other one can't be Mo Chaozhen, right? No, no, Changke Zong and Qingfengfeng have already broken up, so they are the same as Sun Qi from Linlufeng. Could it be Mo Chaozhen? Did you join forces with Sun Qiji? "
"Stop pretending! You are the thieves of Qingfeng Mountain and Changke Sect."
"No, it can't be. Our two sects have..." "Oh, I think they cooperate very well. Elder Ye and I were originally requested by them to pick up some things together, but in the end, haha, I died first. As for Ye The elder is probably dead too."
"Elder Ye? Are you talking about Ye Bingzhi?" "Yes, have you seen him? Has he become like me?"
"I've seen him before, but he's the same as you now." Mu Ziyun said in his heart. Ye Bingzhi's words before his death were, "You and I have grown up together." There was also a hint, which probably meant, Qingshan Mountain, Luo Ye Sect , Changke Zong must be fighting within himself.
No, how can you say it's an internal fight? We're not one family. Nene ghost! Mu Ziyun immediately thought of Hao Han's identity, how could the Master of Qingshan Mountain cooperate with the leader of his mortal enemy Chang Ke Zong?
However, Mu Ziyun did not dare to make a hasty judgment. Qingshan Mountain Peak was also the sworn enemy of Luoye Sect, so what Zuo Zhiwei said might not be a counter-intentional plan. After a moment of silence, Mu Ziyun said, "I don't understand something. They are all looking for something. Why are you an exception?"
Zuo Zhiwei didn't want to say too much, so he asked coldly: "You should tell me who turned me into this." "It's a man in a black robe, and his whole body is tied with a rope. It's around here, The man and woman who were next to me just now, I saw them die with my own eyes. At that time, everyone standing around except me was him. I think you are all his masterpieces. "
"You don't know his identity." "I don't know." Mu Ziyun said decisively: "How to describe it? I won't lie. I can't feel martial arts, magic power or even martial energy from him. The magic energy is not as light as a ghost." It’s people.”
"It's not a human, it's a ghost or a monster." The veins on Zuozhiwei's fists were exposed. Mu Ziyun didn't see it and muttered to himself: "Ghost, demon?" He shuddered suddenly and said in a loud voice: "Demon, it's a demon. I know who it is."
"You know it again?" "I know it. It's a guy from the demon organization. He came to Qingshan Peak before the cemetery was revealed. There are a few strange faces. One of them is full of oil. He should have a high status. He can resurrect the dead. It can also be resurrected repeatedly, but the drawback is that each time it weakens or removes the ability of the resurrected person, think about yourself, is there anything you can't do or have changed?"
Zuo Zhiwei was startled, looked down at his body, and opened and closed his hands. "I can't do it." He stomped the ground and beat several times around the center in one breath. His strength was not weak at all. From this, it seemed that his Yan Cultivation Technique was not deprived of him. So what exactly did you lose?
There are bare feet at the bottom. There is nothing wrong with them. They have not become stupid. They have their own consciousness and are where they should be. Zuo Zhiwei said: "He can't control me, so he shouldn't be able to weaken my ability." "Why can't he control you?" Mu Ziyun asked again.
"It has nothing to do with you." Zuo Zhiwei turned his back and said as he walked: "It takes too much time for me to kill you now. When I kill him, I will come back to kill you. I will do what I say."
"Hey, when you kill him, I'm afraid you will die too." Mu Ziyun felt a little sad in his heart. Not looking at it from the enemy's point of view, it would be a pity for such a rare talent to die. Someone else's puppet.
The moment he turned his head, a figure landed a few feet in front of him. The figure was wrapped in a robe and his whole body was tightly wrapped with a rope. Mu Ziyun suddenly kicked his legs and jumped four or five steps away. He turned around and wanted to call Zuo Zhiwei, but found that he had disappeared long ago.
Mu Ziyun did not dare to neglect, and activated his body to its best state all at once, with his skin turning red and white. "You are a demon, right? The little demon who came to my Qingshan Peak that day."
Looking carefully, the black robe did not fall to the ground, but was floating in the air, dangling. When he didn't get an answer, Mu Ziyun stopped hesitating and gave him a sudden kick. Thinking that his body had exceeded its limit, the kick was filled with heat. What he didn't expect was that the feeling after the kick was very strange. What is standing like that is a piece of clothing, soft and supple.
The black robe moved, or floated, and Mu Ziyun accurately hit him thirty or forty times within a few breaths, but they were unable to cause any damage. During the dance, the rope wrapped around the black robe quietly extended, and Mu Ziyun inadvertently His body was tied up. This rope was not like an ordinary rope. Mu Ziyun could not break free no matter how hard he tried.
The black robe clung to Mu Ziyun's body. Mu Ziyun was sweating coldly and stopped. The only thing that could be heard in the quiet place was Mu Ziyun's breathing. After dozens of breaths, the creepy voice came to my ears: "Die soon, you are in good health."
The rope was untied, and the black robe fluttered with a sly smile and disappeared into the darkness. Mu Ziyun sat slumped on the ground, his hands still shaking. He even smelled the smell of himself turning into a corpse just now.
While he was still confused, the black robe had quietly come to Zuo Zhiwei's side, hiding in the darkness. The black robe smiled sinisterly and said, "He has a treasure in his hand. Hahaha."
