Chapter 619 Demonic Mark

The green-robed man held an oil-paper umbrella in his left hand, and drops of rain fell from it in a line, like a scattered bead curtain, slightly covering his face. Only the paleness of his temples showed the vicissitudes of years.

But at this moment, in Wu Hengjian's sight and other senses, there was nothing else between heaven and earth except this umbrella and this person. The heavy rain suddenly faded away, like water stains wiped off the mirror. The dark clouds and the long street disappeared at the same time, falling into the void, leaving only darkness.

Boom, boom, boom, Wu Hengjian's heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, like beating a drum, and an indescribable sense of danger arose.

The green-robed man in front of him was terrible!

Extremely terrible!

Similar thoughts echoed wildly in Wu Hengjian's mind, and he felt that this was the strongest enemy he had ever encountered in his life!

It's not like he had never met a master before, but he had never been hostile. He didn't know if he felt the same when facing the oppression of a master. In short, compared with the Soul-Chasing Demon Lord who almost killed him once, the pressure caused by this master in front of him was much stronger.

The blood rushed back to his heart and gushed out again. Wu Hengjian felt his hands and feet weakened. He had an irresistible negative thought in his heart and couldn't think of a fight.

Would the pressure of momentum and mind put him on the verge of failure? Wu Hengjian was an outsider after all, with rich experience, and tried his best to get rid of this influence.

Suddenly, the green-robed figure in his pupils grew larger rapidly, filling his vision, as if floating in front of him in an instant, and then holding an umbrella in his left hand and reaching forward with his right hand.

This hand was white, shining, slender and powerful, and it chopped out obliquely like a sword.

With this chop, Wu Hengjian's senses were strangely restored. The sound of splashing water entered his ears, and the heavy rain splashing with water mist shone in his eyes. A layer of accumulated water flowed on the wide and long street, washing the stone slabs and connecting the houses on both sides.

But all this was so slow. The heavy rain was like sticky honey, falling little by little. The water mist was like an old man who was about to die, expanding a little bit, and the intervals between the splashing sounds were very long, which made people sleepy.

The slow nature, the slow world, the slow body and feelings, they were so harmonious that Wu Hengjian could not tell that there was something wrong, but the right palm that chopped diagonally maintained a normal speed, which made the "slowness" conspicuous and weird.

Through observation, simulate the palm from the surface of Jian Ershisan's Qi circulation route!

Of course, it was just a modified and weakened version of Jiang Zhiwei.

Of course, it was just the surface state.

It was slow, but it was actually an illusion. In essence, it was a palm derived from the "Seven Illusions of Immortality" driven by the core true meaning of Ananda's sword technique!

How could this be? How could there be such a palm technique? Wu Hengjian's thinking was slow, and he seemed to be able to do nothing but sit and wait for death. He watched the palm strike his head, and felt a great sense of danger in his heart. It was really the only time in his life that he encountered this man in green robes in front of him, like a god or a demon!

After all, he was not an ordinary person. At the critical moment, he forcibly raised his hands, put on a swallowing posture, opened his mouth, and the darkness appeared, spinning rapidly.

Then, he took a deep breath.

Suddenly, the vitality of heaven and earth, the palm power of rain, all poured into his mouth, his body, and his hands, as if hundreds of rivers flowed into the sea, and it was endless.

The rain curtain was torn apart, the palm power was destroyed, and the long street seemed to have rolled up a whirlwind, and everything was involved, and Wu Hengjian was the core and source of the whirlwind!

The illusion disappeared, and Wu Hengjian saw the world clearly, the scattered dark clouds and heavy rain, and the man in green robe holding an oil-paper umbrella at the entrance of the alley in the distance. He was nearly middle-aged, with white hair on his temples, deep facial features, elegant and vicissitudes, standing there quietly, as if he had not made a move just now.

At this moment, he saw Meng Qi take a leisurely step, and the movement gave people a wonderful feeling, as if he had stepped beyond the sea of ​​suffering and reached the other side in one step, and appeared directly in front of him, and slapped out lightly, completely ignoring the swallowing momentum and the "dark" suction spreading around.

This palm did not bring palm wind, did not send out palm power, and did not even move the world, just lightly falling down like a leaf.

But Wu Hengjian's pupils shrank rapidly, and he could not restrain himself more than his dull senses just now, because this palm seemed to be opened simply, but in fact it was completely impossible to grasp the rules. It seemed to be everywhere, and it seemed to be nowhere. He didn't know how to block, defend, or hide!

I am the only one in the world, I am everywhere, I can be seen everywhere!

Even though he is not a Buddhist, Wu Hengjian can taste the deep Zen contained in the palm, as well as the horror of killing all things and the filth of decadence and sinking. They are wonderfully connected in Zen, neither one nor the other!

The palm and I are the same!

When this thought came to his mind, Wu Hengjian was already desperate, and the sense of danger was even greater than before. Even if he raised his spirits and forced his hands, he could not stop this palm at all.

It is simply unstoppable!

Suddenly, his face became ferocious, gritting his teeth, no longer holding back, no longer daring to hold back, a dark mark suddenly grew between his eyebrows, full of decadence, killing, and bloody taste, which immediately dispersed the Zen and condensed the devil's energy.

Snap!

The white and powerful palm converged, and appeared directly behind many defenses, hitting Wu Hengjian's forehead with a detached, self-centered attitude, hitting him so hard that his head was bleeding, his head was dizzy, and his soul was shaking.

If it weren't for the protection of the black magic mark's surging power, the consequences would be disastrous!

Even so, the black magic mark had faded, turning into an inky light, combining with the monstrous magic energy that emerged from Wu Hengjian's body, rising from the ground and quickly escaping to the port.

"Eh..." Unexpectedly, Wu Hengjian's backhand exceeded Meng Qi's expectations. He was half a beat slower before turning into a long rainbow, passing through the rain curtain and chasing after him.

On the long street, the accumulated water washed the stone slabs. The raindrops fell again and soon returned to their original state. The two people's fight outside did not cause any damage. The control power and the weirdness of the fight can be seen!

Mo Guang fell into the sea silently, dived rapidly, and fled quickly, but Wu Hengjian's sense of danger did not diminish at all. It seemed that the god-like green-robed man was only one step away from him and would soon catch up. It was really like a thorn in his back!

The danger was getting closer and stronger. When Wu Hengjian couldn't suppress the despair and fear in his heart, he suddenly felt light all over, and that feeling disappeared inexplicably.

He was shocked to find that there was a building ship on the sea not far away. It was seven stories high and magnificent. There were flags in front and behind, with different words written on them:

"Donghai Jianzhuang";

"He"!

It turned out that he encountered the ship of the He family in the East China Sea. It was really not his fate to die! Wu Hengjian exhaled a breath and felt lucky. No wonder the terrible man in green robes did not dare to chase him anymore.

At this time, a silk line with a curved hook fell in front of his eyes. Going up, he could see an old man with sparse and yellow hair standing on the edge of the boat. His breath was restrained and there was no fluctuation. If you didn't look, you wouldn't realize he was here.

Seeing that his whereabouts were discovered and there were extremely terrible enemies behind him, Wu Hengjian didn't dare to escape. He fled obediently and flew onto the deck.

"Young Master asked you to go in." The old man with yellow hair said lightly and continued to fish.

Wu Hengjian followed the instructions and stepped into the cabin and saw someone sitting in front of the window.

Even if he was sitting, he was half a head taller than ordinary people. His eyebrows were like swords, his eyes were like pools, his posture was casual, and he was confident, as if nothing in the world could bother him anymore, and no enemy could make him sleepless.

"Greetings, Young Master." Wu Hengjian knew that the person in front of him was the "Invisible Sword" He Jiu.

"What happened in Linhai City? Why are you fleeing so quickly?" He Jiu asked directly.

Wu Hengjian's heart moved, and he told the whole story, from his discovery of the strange death of Mr. Yun to the mysterious and terrifying green-robed strongman who blocked the road to kill him. He didn't say a word, maybe because he wanted to silence him, but people couldn't help but think so.

He Jiu tapped the table in front of him lightly, and pondered: "The two palms of the green-robed man have mysteries and are difficult to measure. The former is similar to the method of Xuantian Sect, and the latter I have never seen anything similar, so I can't tell where he came from. Do you have any clues?"

Wu Hengjian shook his head: "I haven't heard of such a strong man either."

He Jiu took out a jade slip with talismans and seal characters on it, and asked Wu Hengjian to instill what he had just seen into it, so as to identify him based on his breath and appearance characteristics.

If not, just from the green robe with a loose belt, deep facial features, white temples, elegant temperament, vicissitudes of life, and holding an oil-paper umbrella, there must be at least 8,000 people in the world!

Wu Hengjian also wanted to know who the person who took action was. He took a quick look and put the jade slip on his forehead to instill the image.

He Jiu looked at it, his expression unchanged, and threw the jade slip out of the window, and was dragged away by the fishhook.

After a while, an old voice came: "From the breath and appearance, it can be seen that it is the former Poisonous Hand Demon Lord."

"Him? He has increased his strength and should not be underestimated." He Jiu said to himself, with interest, as if he wanted to weigh the current Poisonous Hand Demon Lord.

Not only should he not be underestimated, he is really like a god and a demon! Wu Hengjian thought to himself, and then said: "I left the left path and was hunted by the evil demon. I have always been secretive. I am confident that I am not someone who can be easily killed. The Poisonous Hand Demon Lord can stop him, and there must be someone behind the scenes who tipped him off!"

"Do you have a suspect?" He Jiu asked with a smile.

Wu Hengjian thought and answered: "I have met several elders from the Zhu family, Tie family and Yun family in the past few days. If we talk about leaking whereabouts, they are the most likely ones. But unless they have a secret method to follow secretly, I should be able to find them with my vigilance..."

"Who knows where you are hiding?" He Jiu still looked confident and calm.

"The Thirteenth Master of the Yun family, Miss Yun Qi, a hall master of the local boat gang, he is my best friend, and he arranged the hiding place." Wu Hengjian did not show favoritism and told all the people who knew.

He Jiu asked slowly to help Wu Hengjian sort out his thoughts.

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On the shore of the port, Meng Qi held an oil-paper umbrella, stood in the heavy rain, and looked at the ships on the sea.

"Interesting." He whispered to himself, turned around, slowly stepped into the rain curtain, and disappeared in the mist.

The last black magic mark of Wu Hengjian just now was very similar to the demon lord he saw at the beginning!

Although they are not similar at all, they can be seen to be of the same lineage!

Was it from someone who entered the Demon Tomb earlier than him and Gu Xiaosang, or was there another hidden story?

Originally, Meng Qi didn't care about the outcome of this incident, he just wanted to gain trust quickly and get close to Su Nu Dao, but who knew that something related to the Demon Lord would appear, and things became a little interesting!

I'm back, and I'll update three more chapters tomorrow~