The four immortals are no joke with their fighting prowess.
Even if one or three Immortals are gone, they can probably fight thirty Huihuan plus thirty Yang Ya.
Perhaps, add thirty more Lu Ran.
This gap is by no means an exaggeration, but an absolute difference in strength between levels. Therefore, He Dusu of the "Eight Immortals Tower" worked hard and did all the bad things to be promoted to a true immortal.
There are only one hundred and eight true immortals in the entire world, including Xia Ya and the eight southern kingdoms.
The benefits are self-evident.
So Yang Ya put the demon skin on the two of them to hide their smell, and Hui Huan didn't dare to let out his breath.
Even so, the two were still discovered.
As soon as the sad third junior sister left, the short-bearded senior brother with pine-shaped crane bones and mother-of-pearl gray walked toward Huanhuan and the others and said leisurely: "Two friends of Huanjiao, stop hiding. , come out and talk?"
Hui Huan and Yang Ya looked at each other, and Yang Ya gritted his teeth and whispered, "I'm going out alone, you run."
Hui Huan shook his head.
Just when the two were about to appear together, a scream suddenly came from not far away.
The voice came from the third junior sister among the four who had left. She was flying away on a cloud, but two big birds flew out of nowhere in the mid-air. One held her left hand in its mouth, and the other held her breast. His right foot, without hesitation at all, tore her in half in the air.
Naturally, the three immortals from the Jie Cult no longer cared about returning to Huan Yang Ya, so they took up the clouds and wanted to go over to check.
Then they discovered that they had been surrounded.
Hundreds of Taoist priests suddenly appeared on the ridge. They were all dressed in black robes and wearing multi-eyed crowns. They were Taoist priests from Jumu Temple.
The leader was seen before when he returned to the world - Master Piyue.
Biyue was wearing Xuanyi, holding a black-patterned scimitar in his hand, staring at the three people with a fierce look in his eyes.
The three of them have formed a triangle back to back and are on full defense.
The senior brother's face darkened and he sneered: "I knew you would come, but I didn't expect you to come so quickly."
Pi Yue smiled along with his senior brother, "Don't you just want to know the secret of [Fu Tu]? This is the secret of [Fu Tu]."
"Oh? You mean, you have always been in control of our movements?" The senior brother is a smart man, and the questions he asked are also very critical.
Master Piyue said: "Now that I'm here, it's okay to tell you. I hope you can be honest, so that you can suffer less. As soon as the [Futu] is opened, you will be marked. As soon as you move, we will move too. I understand. ?"
The senior brother asked again: "So, this [floating map] can show the battle situation, terrain, and personnel rationing?"
Piyue nodded: "Now, let me ask you, how long have you been lurking in this Wanshan Mountain? Three years? Five years?"
The senior brother was honest: "Thirty years. Thirty years ago, there was a report that a real dragon appeared here, so we came here."
Piyue was a little surprised: "For thirty years, you have been in a cave the size of this square inch? How lonely must that be?"
The senior brother smiled and said: "We practice a secret technique that can sleep like a snake and a turtle, so it's not bad. Besides, for the country, this sacrifice and dedication is nothing."
Master Piyue touched the top of his sparse head: "You are a man, so be it. If you don't resist, I will allow you to leave a last word."
The senior brother looked up to the sky and smiled.
"It's a joke, you are a human immortal, and I am also a human immortal! It's not certain who will die!"
Before the elder brother finished speaking, he had already activated his weapon. With two clanging sounds, two white lights suddenly flickered out of his sleeves. Two flying swords flew out and hit Biyue's chest that was exposed because he raised his head.
"well……"
Master Piyue sighed, and simultaneously drew out the black scimitar he held in his other hand.
The two swords are like shooting stars.
The black knife is like the waning moon.
The shooting star passes.
The waning moon remains.
Master Piyue cut off the senior brother's head with one strike of his sword.
The scimitar returned to his hand quickly enough that not a drop of blood was stained on it.
When he returned to Huan, he saw the head of the headless immortal rolling far away with a look of disbelief on his face.
And the moment his body fell, he took out a letter from his arms.
Master Piyue sighed: "Don't you know the difference between human immortals and human immortals?"
He turned around and said with self-pity: "You are as pitiful as me. I have stayed in this place where birds do not lay eggs and there is no fairy spirit for thirty years."
"Perhaps he is still a little more pitiful than me."
Piyue once again touched the top of his head out of habit. At this time, the junior sister among the four who was wearing a goose gray dress suddenly took action. Two purple and green sword energy, with indescribable anger and determination, struck the back of Master Piyue. .
Master Piyue didn't blink, and the black scimitar flew out.
Purple and green like a lover.
Black as separation.
The lover did not make the trip.
Separated tonight.
With Master Piyue's sword, the little junior sister's head flew out with anger on her face.
Of the four immortals, only the second senior brother who wanted to escape by himself was left.
The second senior brother never thought that the four of them had been lurking here for thirty years, and within the time they came out of the cave, three of them had already died tragically.
In Xia Ya, they are all human immortals worth one thousand, and they are the second generation disciples of the Twelve Immortals.
He was so frightened that he knelt down and begged for mercy.
But the next moment, his body was immediately filled with no less than thirty swords, eighteen knives, various axes, axes, hooks and forks...
Killing a spy or an immortal is a great achievement for any disciple of the Huan Cult.
…
After the Taoist priests from Jumu Temple simply cleaned up the battlefield. Hui Huan patted Yang Ya: "Okay, we can show up now."
Yang Ya didn't move, but his eyes were a little wet.
Hui Huan couldn't figure out what Yang Ya, the murderous man without batting an eyelid, was moving blindly at this moment.
He had no choice but to get up by himself, stand on the big rock, and shout to Master Piyue: "Master Piyue, you are so powerful!"
Master Piyue did not look back, nor did he ask why Hui Huan was here. He just said: "You guys, hurry up and move forward. The [Floating Picture] will be refreshed again soon!"
Then he took the hundred or so Taoist priests, Teng Yun Teng Yun, Qi Niao Qi Niao, back to Jumu Temple.
After ten rests, I walked cleanly.
Yang Ya then showed up with the little monkey. Unexpectedly, he said: "I want to bury these four people."
Hui Huan saw through his thoughts at a glance: "You want to search them for any treasures, right?"
Yang Ya sighed: "So in your mind, I am this kind of person. I just think being a 'spy' is cool. Although my strength is not good, this kind of behavior is very cool. You don't understand..."
"Yeah……"
Yang Ya began to dig up the earth to bury the person, and Huan Huan picked up the letter from senior brother in a pool of blood.
"My son Luo Yun, I hope you'll be safe..."
After only reading one sentence, Hui Huan couldn't stand it anymore.
Then [Futu] refreshed a new round of life and death zones without any warning.
Some people died, but not completely...
