Chapter 613: Why Would a Dying Person Make Such a Fuss?

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

Old Sang tilted his head and cursed, his eyes were fixed on the visitor, and the corners of his lips curled, "Old dog Wu Yue, I haven't seen you for a long time, I miss you so much."

Gou Wu Yue tilted his sword, but his eyes passed him and fell on Xu Xiaoshou.

"Your apprentice?"

"Yes." Old Sang narrowed his eyes.

"I thought he was the apprentice of Ba Zun'an."

"Then you are wrong."

Old Sang laughed: "Ba Zun'an wanted to snatch my apprentice, but unfortunately, he couldn't~"

Xu Xiaoshou: "..."

Why didn't he realize that he was so popular?

"Xiao Shi Tan Ji..."

Gou Wu Yue hummed and asked: "Where is Yu Ling?"

He could feel the pure fire element from this space.

But in the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, there is no water element at all, and even the water rules of this space have been cut off.

There is no doubt that Yu Ling has been here.

The Ten Thousand Mountains Dragon Fusion Realm of Old Sang could only be drawn out by Yu Ling.

"What are you talking about?"

The old man pressed down his straw hat, and as soon as he spread his five fingers, a drop of liquid seeped out from his palm.

"Woo~"

The low humming sound spread out. If the three people present had not all looked at the water drop, it would have been difficult to detect.

"Is this the drop of Yuling?"

Xu Xiaoshou was shocked first.

He really didn't expect that the master of the water system's mysteries would fall into the hands of Old Sang, and not even a wave could be stirred up. He was really refined into a drop of original liquid!

Gou Wuyue frowned, and the sword intent was crisscrossing in the void.

It was obviously a high-temperature space, but Xu Xiaoshou shuddered inexplicably.

Killing intent!

Gou Wuyue, really wanted to kill!

"Don't worry, he's not dead yet."

Old Sang flicked his fingers, and the water drop rose and fell in the air. He smiled and said, "But if you were a step later, the result would be different."

"Let him go." Gou Wuyue said indifferently.

"Okay."

Old Sang nodded: "Call all the white-clothed people here, release the holy slave and Cen Qiaofu, and I will release Yu Ling."

Gou Wuyue's eyes sank.

This is simply impossible.

In the Eight Palaces, Cen Qiaofu fought with the blood tree on his back, holding back No. 33 and most of the white-clothed people. It can be said that he was extremely difficult to deal with.

But the sequelae of the blood tree were too great.

If nothing unexpected happens, he will definitely be captured by No. 33 in the end.

As for the storyteller...

Although he has been imprisoning the white-clothed people continuously, as long as he can't get out of this place in the first time.

After Gou Wuyue has dealt with the old man in the straw hat in front of him, the storyteller will not be able to escape.

The only ones who are unlikely to be captured are Ba Zun'an and Haitang'er.

How could he, Gou Wuyue, give up his main task for Yu Ling?

"Tsk tsk."

Old Sang was shocked. He looked at the water droplets struggling helplessly in his palm, shook his head and sighed: "Poor little thing, you have been abandoned."

"Xu Xiaoshou!"

Although Old Sang was still talking, there was another voice of this old man in Xu Xiaoshou's ear.

He was startled and nodded slightly, realizing that it was Old Sang who was transmitting the message.

"Head southeast, the storyteller is waiting for you there, leave immediately."

Xu Xiaoshou, who received the message, froze instead.

"What about you?" he asked.

"I will be there later."

"Really?"

"Of course."

"If you don't..."

"Why are you talking so much nonsense!" Old Sang suddenly turned his head, his eye sockets were sunken, and his eyes were deep and deep.

Xu Xiaoshou pursed his lips.

He knew that staying here would only be a burden.

Whether Old Sang was Gou Wuyue's opponent or not, perhaps, there was no other way except to choose to believe.

After all, this is a super existence who can escape from Gou Wuyue's sword repeatedly in the Central Region and Qinglong County...

After a pause, Sang Lao spoke again, this time, he did not transmit his voice.

"Watch out, from what you can do to what you can't do, the last way for the elemental body to die..."

"What?"

"Absolute power!"

Xu Xiaoshou nodded in cooperation, retreated half a step, and looked inward at the sea of ​​qi.

The sea of ​​qi is already full, and with a disappearance spell and more "one step to heaven", he can escape from here immediately.

The two of them are acting very well.

Gou Wuyue didn't notice anything at all.

He just watched Sang Qiye suddenly unlock all the power of the avenue in his hand.

In an instant, the water droplet struggled and changed violently, and a figure that was extremely illusory condensed and formed in front of Sang Qiye.

"Yuling drop..."

Gou Wuyue's pupils trembled.

The figure was so weak that it would be blown away by the wind, as if only a soul body was left.

If it weren't for the familiar aura that could still be felt from it, it would be hard to tell that it was the head of the spiritual department, Yu Lingdi, just based on the face that was even blurred by the practice!

"Sang Qiye!"

Gou Wuyue shouted in a deep voice, took up the sword, and turned back to the clouds.

A bright golden light suddenly leaked out, and the ladder-like style reappeared in the world. The layers of golden stairs appeared, but they were completely split in half with the sound of a sword chant.

The sword energy broke through the boundary and arrived in an instant.

Xu Xiaoshou felt that the energy in his body was locked.

It was obvious that the sword energy was not locked on himself, but the rich death energy was still covering him.

Ear.

Sang Lao was not worried at all, and a calm voice came.

"Use thoughts to transform into form, attach it to the body; use spirits to enter thoughts, and transform them into forms; penetrate the way of heaven, integrate the nine gods' fantasies, the virtual is real, and the real is virtual..."

The sound of the Brahma-Brahma Tao sounded like a bell blasting in my mind.

The obscure secret formula was like a brand of fire. Although he could only hear half of it and couldn't understand it, it was still deeply burned into the depths of Xu Xiaoshou's soul.

As this melancholy sound faded away, a memory seemed to be evoked in my mind.

Xu Xiaoshou felt that time was passing slowly at this moment.

Gou Wuyue's sword energy broke through the boundary at the critical moment.

But the sleeves slowly raised by Sang Lao in front of him seemed to be eternity contained in one thought, unmoved by the outside world.

"Che, Shen, Nian!"

A faint white light shone around Sang Lao's body.

It's very light, very shallow, and can only stir up the rustle of the coir raincoat.

But when those three words were settled, the skyless mighty force that erupted from the hundreds of thousands of mountains, like a shining sun falling into the world, seemed to be summoned by Sang Lao's gentle call.

No!

It doesn’t seem like it!

Xu Xiaoshou's eyes widened and he stared in horror at the dragon melting world that was tens of thousands of miles away and shattered in an instant.

The scorching white flames used Sang Lao's body as the base point of the black hole, and instantly traveled through time and space, even faster than Gou Wuyue's sword, and instantly merged into Sang Lao's body.

The sky and the earth are dim.

The vast white stripes disappeared.

Everyone who was previously in the Dragon Fusion Realm looked up at the sky. After adapting to the intensity of the white flames, they fell back into reality. They should have been lucky, but everyone seemed to have their eyesight distorted.

Dim, just for a moment!

At this moment, even the golden light of the ladder style could not be moved back!

Mr. Sang raised his hands high, and the straw hat covered half of his face.

"Sleeveless·Red Burnt Hands."

Tsk~

What rose in response were pieces of the coir raincoat-sleeve robe that had withered after being hit by the breeze.

From fingertips and wrists to elbows and shoulders...

Sang Lao's withered hands quickly turned black and scorched from the outside to the inside at a speed visible to the naked eye.

high temperature!

Extreme heat!

Xu Xiaoshou is obviously far away from each other.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the scorched black sleeveless hands showing dark red, and his eyes were directly ignited by the white flames, which made him look away immediately in pain.

"Through Shen Nian..."

He was shocked.

Mr. Sang, he knows how to penetrate the mind!

It's not the weak and half-hearted mind of the little monk Bule.

This style of "sleeveless, red-scorched hands", at first glance, is the same level of transcendent spiritual thoughts as the "God Punishment Tribulation" created by the leader of the ten thrones, Que Leihan!

"Is this an absolute attack?"

Xu Xiaoshou's heart was beating wildly.

He can't move anything!

Reason told him that when these two peerless bosses were fighting, the most important thing he should do was to immediately activate the disappearing technique.

But even the soul was locked by Gou Wuyue's move.

Xu Xiaoshou's thinking was even stagnant, and he wanted to shout out the names of the three awakening skills that could lead to liberation in his heart, but Sang Lao could only have one thought for eternity.

——Want to, but can’t do it!

The god of death raised his sickle and waved his hand. The world was dimmed in golden light and white light, and Xu Xiaoshou's face was earth-colored.

Before the sword came, his soul was already torn apart.

But at this critical moment, Sang Lao's sleeveless red hand that traveled through time and space was stuck in front of the sword energy.

"sword?"

He sneered, stretched out only two fingers of his burnt black hand, and lightly pressed it, "What I hate most in my life is the sword."

"Boom!"

There was a muffled sound in the heaven and earth, like a sudden contraction of the heart of a god.

Xu Xiaoshou let out a pop of blood and flew out upside down.

But the sword energy that tore through the ladder seemed to have been put on the brakes.

After Sang Lao's second finger got stuck, it was difficult to move forward.

And the next moment.

"boom!"

Thousands of miles of void suddenly exploded, and steam surged up and down, pushing layers into the sky like a tsunami.

The space debris withered and melted in the mist.

The clouds turned into mist, and the sunset suddenly arrived in the sky.

Xu Xiaoshou felt a tightness in his chest and felt dizzy.

He had been blown away, and the battle didn't even happen on his side, but he couldn't even catch the slightest aftermath.

Is this the battle scene between truly strong men?

"Plop."

The sword energy stuck by two fingers suddenly lit up with white flames, and within half a breath, it burned away.

Sang Lao raised his head and smiled: "Wuyue Old Dog, do you know why I haven't killed your subordinates for so long?"

Gou Wuyue drew back her sword and immediately rushed forward, as if she understood something.

"How dare you?!"

Sang Lao lowered his eyes, just like a Bodhisattva with lowered eyelids, but no mercy.

"Your subordinates dare to touch my apprentice and use the throne to fight against the innate, such a shameless person. I will kill him again in front of you, Wuyue Sword Immortal!"

Two fingers can burn Gou Wuyue to pieces.

At this moment, Mr. Sang had an entire arm stretched out!

An arm that was completely burnt black, with no trace of flesh color visible, and was exposed to extremely high temperatures!

"Gu Gu Gu Gu..."

The figure of Yu Lingdi in front of him struggled quickly and twisted.

The outline of his face was looming, and there was panic in his eyes. But he used all his strength to create a mouth, spit out a little black light, and roared.

"Old man, do you really think you can kill me, Yu Lingdi? I still have evil crimes on my hands..."

laugh!

The black hand blade cuts across.

It should be splashing.

But Gou Wuyue, who floated over, and Xu Xiaoshou, who was swept away by the battle, could be seen clearly.

The elemental body seemed to be completely ineffective in the face of the absolute power of the sleeveless red-scorched hands.

Blood flew everywhere.

After killing with one hand.

The moment Yu Lingdi was beheaded, his entire body and the blood splattered, vaporized on the spot, not giving him even a moment to react.

Old Sang lowered his arms, nodded his head, covered his head with a straw hat, and sneered.

"Why make a fuss when you are about to die?"

The scene was dead silent.

Xu Xiaoshou was dumbfounded.

He watched from afar, and he didn't understand why the names of the other saints were so iconic.

Storyteller, old woodcutter, eighth sword fairy...

Only Old Sang was just the ordinary "sleeveless".

But today, the figure of the old man in the straw hat who dared to cut off the close relatives of the Seven Sword Fairies, his charred and rotten hands, and the straw raincoat sleeves that even the Heavenly Dao could not protect because of the activation of the Che Shen Mind...

"Sleeveless?"

Xu Xiaoshou murmured in a low voice.

No.

This should not be called "sleeveless", this is called "invincible"!

…

“Sang, Qi, Ye!”

Gou Wuyue’s voice became completely cold, as cold as the Nine Netherworld, and the chill spread throughout the world.

He knew that the old guy did it on purpose!

It was not that he, Gou Wuyue, failed to save Yu Lingdi with a sword, but that the old guy was waiting.

Waiting for Yu Lingdi to be calcined and refined to the weakest state...

Waiting for him, Gou Wuyue, to return to the game, and a ray of hope ignited in his heart...

Waiting for Yu Lingdi to see the light again in hell and glimpse the beauty of heaven...

He will kill him with his own hands again!

Yu Lingdi, in fact, has long been dead.

Sang Qiye not only blocked the sword energy with two fingers, he even blocked time!

Stuck at the node where the new and old hatreds were particularly clear, using his famous skills to provoke the anger of both sides to the extreme.

The most uncomfortable extreme!

Gou Wuyue breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew what Sang Qiye was going to do.

The other party wanted him to stay and fight, and completely cut off his thoughts of supporting the four directions.

Thoroughly, in this third confrontation, the two previous unfinished battles were completely ended.

Obviously, Sang Qiye succeeded.

Gou Wuyue stopped in midair.

He put away his sword and lowered his sleeves, mourned for Yu Lingdi for three breaths, and then raised his eyes.

"Om--"

In the area of ​​10,000 miles, the green power was pulled out from the earth, transformed into thousands of Mo swords, and slowly rose into the air.

The wind rose and the clouds flew, and Gou Wuyue's robe was blown and rustled wildly.

Every time the thousands of Mo swords rose an inch, the earth pressed down three feet.

"Om, om, om..."

The rhythmic sound of the sword rang out in waves, piercing the eight directions.

Even No. 33, who was far away in the endgame in the Eight Palaces, joined hands with a group of white clothes and looked away.

They took down Cen Qiaofu who was drained by the blood tree.

But over there, the battle of Wu Yue Sword Immortal seemed to have just begun.

Even, the sound of the sword world seemed to be swearing to everyone.

"In the game of life and death, no idlers are allowed to enter!"

Obviously.

The idlers here include Zhan Dao and his Tianji puppet.

...

"So strong."

Xu Xiaoshou's scalp exploded, and even his soul seemed to be cracked in the sound of the sword.

At this time, thousands of Mo swords had already flown into the air and turned into a sword formation.

In the center of the formation, Sang Lao, who was wearing a sleeveless straw raincoat, stood with his arms hanging down, and he seemed to be laughing.

In this world, if there is really a nemesis.

Then he, Sang Qiye, seemed to have had a relationship with Gou Wu Yue, one of the seven sword immortals in front of him, decades ago, and it would be difficult to cut off his relationship in his lifetime.

There are one thing and two things, but it must end at the third time.

This battle is the battle he longed for.

Similarly, it is also the battle Gou Wu Yue longed for.

But before the battle...

Old Sang looked back, his lips and teeth pursed.

"Run."

Xu Xiaoshou heard a word in his ears, and immediately felt the restraints around his stiff body being broken, and he regained his mobility.

He nodded, knowing what to do best at the moment.

"Disappear..."

Before he finished half of the silent recitation in his heart, a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out, and Xu Xiaoshou was dumbfounded.

"Boom boom!"

"Boom boom!"

His heart suddenly beat wildly, and Xu Xiaoshou didn't know why.

He was stunned for a long time, and then he remembered that this seemed to be a special induction brought by "perception" - a whim.

But there has never been even one time when a whim came so terrible that it would make him, a master, spit blood for no reason!

The information bar shook:

"Locked, passive value, +1."