Once upon a time there was a demon pass

The old man suddenly groaned, his face turned slightly pale, his brows were deeply frowned, as if he felt something, he subconsciously raised his hand to cover his head.

As if he had guessed the old man's reaction long ago, Zhao Zicheng rushed forward.

Artest is behind, and the movements are synchronized.

At this moment, the old man felt as if there were figures moving around in his mind, and they were crazily stimulating his nerves.

If you look closely, each of these figures seems to be someone he has killed before.

"court death!"

Under the stimulation of the headache, the old man's eyes gradually became ferocious, he let out a cold snort, and the energy in his body suddenly exploded.

Tyrannical energy swept the room.

Artest, who was about to rush in front of the old man, could only stop under the ravages of energy, with his hands in front of him, unable to move an inch.

On the other hand, Zhao Zicheng's eyes lit up, and he completely gave up the idea of ​​defense. Instead, he opened his arms again, allowing the terrifying energy to wreak havoc on his body.

And while wreaking havoc, he frantically threw pills into his mouth.

Well, the healing pills.

Sun Wen bought it with a lot of money, but to Zhao Zicheng, it seemed like he didn't want money.

The skill restores energy in the pill, as well as the sandbag itself.

Two-pronged!

At this moment, Zhao Zicheng seemed like an unbeatable Xiaoqiang, forcibly surviving the energy storm.

But he held on, and the old man felt uncomfortable.

The energy storm gradually ceased.

The old man's eyes were already full of tears.

Paired with Mu Yu's third skill, Entering the Soul, the old man's mental state has already deteriorated to a certain extent.

I have a splitting headache, want to cry, feel uncomfortable, and even want to die.

Even if Liujue's mental power is strong and has natural resistance to these, it will still be invaded after all.

The old man kept panting heavily, bent slightly, and looked a little tired.

And behind him suddenly let out a roar like a beast.

Artest, who regained his ability to move, suddenly rushed towards the old man, grabbed the old man's arms, and was trapped in front of him.

Lin Xiaoxiao silently appeared in front of the old man again, with a sharp cold light on the spear, aimed at the old man's heart, and stabbed suddenly.

After being tempered by the crane tail, the cooperation between them has become extremely tacit.

There are even many cooperations that don't need to be described, just a look, each other can understand each other's intentions.

The spear enters the body.

This time the old man didn't even have the energy to defend himself.

But Lin Xiaoxiao not only did not feel the joy, but frowned.

The spear penetrated only half an inch, as if it was inserted into an iron plate, it was difficult to penetrate even a little bit.

The old man's muscles were tense, and the gun head was firmly clamped in his body.

The old man who gradually regained his clarity panted heavily, raised his head, and looked at Lin Xiaoxiao with a cold smile: "I admit, I underestimated you all."

"But you... also underestimated the six awakeners."

"If a few ants can kill Liujue, then our status will not be so high..."

While speaking, the old man grinned, and scarlet scales appeared out of nowhere on his chest, completely fixing the spear.

He didn't even care about Artest, just dragged Artest's body like this, slowly raised his arm, grabbed the gun barrel, first pulled the gun tip out of his body, and took a step forward at this moment, the slender nails, Insert it into Lin Xiaoxiao's temple.

Lin Xiaoxiao gritted her teeth tightly, but let go of the spear helplessly, and her figure disappeared.

but...

"I'm really an old man...will I be a second time?"

Facing this scene, the old man smiled even more ferociously.

He didn't even look back, he just slammed the small spear in his hand, right above Dabai.

Even, his movement is faster than Lin Xiaoxiao's teleportation.

At the very moment, Dabai uttered a cry and tried to move his body.

Lin Xiaoxiao appeared above Dabai.

The spear nearly grazed her body, lodged in the wall behind.

Strands of blood continuously gushed out from Lin Xiaoxiao's arm.

Under the stimulation of the pain, her face turned slightly pale, but she still stared at the old man firmly, took out the spear and held it in her hand again.

As if aware of Lin Xiaoxiao's injury, Dabai became a little manic, his claws kept grinding on the ground, and his eyes became more fierce.

Artest still struggled to hold the old man's shoulders.

But the old man just stomped lightly.

Rhythms emerged in the air, like the force of rules.

Artest loosened his hands uncontrollably.

The old man turned around and kicked Artest in the chest, causing him to fly upside down and hit the ground, coughing non-stop.

"Shrimp soldiers and crab generals."

"Mo Academy, could it be that you have taught these naive and arrogant waste?"

"No wonder the death rate is so high."

"Today, old man, let me add another stroke to the tradition of Mo Academy's extremely high death rate!"

The old man chuckled, his eyes were full of killing intent at this moment.

Even if Sun Wen spoke again, he was directly ignored.

until...

"Writing a pen is black and white, the success or failure of the tomb book."

"The fourth technique..."

"Broken soul..."

Mu Yu's weak voice suddenly sounded.

A large amount of black air gushed out, hovering in the void, and finally formed a Taiji-like shape where yin and yang intersected, constantly rotating, and finally formed a complex word, and jumped into the tomb.

This time, nothing was found around the old man's body.

But his eyes suddenly turned red.

"return..."

"not enough..."

Mu Yu raised his head reluctantly, and glanced at the old man standing in the distance, his lips turned pale and his eyes wandered.

But he shook his head slightly and took a deep breath.

Black air emerged again.

In the void, he used his hand as a pen, the black air as ink, and the tombstone as a book, and he picked up the pen again...

But this time, it was very difficult for him to make every penny.

Even his face became paler.

Even he himself is not sure whether he can finish writing the fifth word.