The tyrant family read my heart and doted on me.

Dong Buhan, who was outside the formation, was trying hard to break the formation and said: "Old guy, if you kneel down and apologize to me for what happened before, maybe I will spare your life."

"Otherwise, I will kill you."

"It doesn't matter if you are immortal. In front of my sword, you are nothing."

The soul-destroying sword in Dong Buhan's hand was also forged by the ancestor of Xuanmen back then. However, this sword was the first sword made by the ancestor of Xuanmen. When it was forged, he lacked experience and failed to control the heat. The evil spirits from the outside took the opportunity to enter, and it turned into an evil sword.

It is not as good as the Longyuan Sword, which contains the power of mercy in the world.

But it is also very powerful. It is the second sharpest blade in the world after the Pailong Yuan Sword. It is very powerful and can rival the Sword of God.

It would be even easier to kill a mere immortal who was cultivated through poison.

"You, how do you know that we are immortal?" the second senior brother in the Western Monk asked, holding his heart seriously injured.

"You forgot, I am also immortal." Dong Buhan said: "The meridians of the immortal body made by Gu are different from ordinary people. Naturally, I can detect other people with immortal bodies."

"Indeed, I asked too much." The second senior brother shook his head mockingly and said with emotion: "I thought that by practicing immortality, I would be able to guard this sword with one hand and wait for the destined person to come, but now …”

In this world, Longyuan Sword and Soul-Destroying Sword are the nemesis of their immortality.

They...are certain to die.

The second senior brother had just thought of this when suddenly, there was a loud "bang" sound, Dong Buhan broke the formation and came to him with a sword.

The glowing red sword was pressed against the second senior brother's neck, and Dong Buhan's whole body exuded murderous aura.

"Say, do you want to kneel down and apologize?" Dong Buhan asked with red eyes.

The winter is not cold at the moment, and it looks very scary. He is full of demonic and evil spirits, and it seems that nothing in the world can do anything to him.

But even so, the remaining three monks were unwilling to kneel down and apologize.

They have lived for hundreds of years with their heads high and their chests high, and they have been proud all their lives. Naturally, they are not willing to bow their heads, kneel down, and end up with no guarantee for a young boy.

They would rather die than surrender.

When Dong Buhan saw this, he protested and killed his second senior brother.

He did not kill the last two remaining monks, but said condescendingly: "I will give you one day to think about it. If you haven't thought about kneeling down and admitting your mistake by this time tomorrow, just wait for death."

Dong Buhan finished talking and went down the mountain.

The remaining two old monks hurriedly came to the two dead brothers, hugged their still warm bodies, and cried bitterly.

"What should I do? What should I do?"

"Is God going to destroy us?"

"Can we really not defend this Longyuan Sword? Can we really not wait until the destined person arrives to pull it out?"

"Can we really just let it disappear from the world?"

The faces of the two old monks were full of despair and reluctance, but this reluctance was not because of the threat of Dong Buhan, but because they had not completed their mission and failed to fulfill their master's instructions.

"Third Senior Brother, how about we try to draw the sword? What if we can pull it out?" Junior Brother Xi said suddenly.

The third senior brother shook his head, "Junior brother, how is it possible? This sword cannot be pulled out unless someone is destined to do so. We can't pull it out."

Junior Brother Xi was very unhappy when he heard this. He complained angrily: "It's already this time. What's the use of waiting? What if it works?"

The third senior brother still felt that it was not possible, but he did not have the dignity of junior brother Fu Xi. He said feebly: "...Okay, let's try it. Send the signal to all the disciples at the bottom of the mountain. If you want to try, everyone should try." Once you try it, you will be willing to do it.

"Okay, call them all and let them try too. The more one tries, the more possibilities there will be."

"Long Yuan Sword cannot disappear from the world."

Junior Brother Xi is unwilling to give up any chance. He seems to be full of hope.

But in fact, he was looking for a life-saving straw when he was in urgent need of medical treatment.

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After a few days of recuperation, the scratches on Jiujiu's face were almost healed. Once the scab on the wound fell off, it would be completely healed.

Di Jiang was already thinking about going up to Buzhou Mountain again to draw his sword.

Just wait and see when Jiujiu helps Lady Hua'er heal her eyes.

In recent days, Jiujiu has been pricking Huaer's eyes with acupuncture and applying medicine every day... and some effects have been achieved.

Jiujiu feels it's almost time, Lady Hua'er will see her soon.

Jiujiu is looking forward to that day.

So does the flower girl.

only--

At this moment, Jiujiu had just helped Mrs. Hua'er change the medicine on her eyes when she saw that the top of Buzhou Mountain seemed to be very uneven, with red light flashing constantly. She didn't know why.

When Dong Buhan came down the mountain, he started killing again.

He kills anyone he meets and lets his sword drink the blood.

After coming down the mountain, he even killed several villagers who were hunting.

It's really a red-eyed killing. It doesn't distinguish between good and bad, good and evil, and kills people on sight.

Di Jiang also saw it, and he murmured: "I don't know what happened on the top of Buzhou Mountain."

Jiujiu said: "Why don't we go up and take a look later? And try drawing the sword again by the way?"

"it is good."

"Then let me explain to Brother Zhang how to change the medicine for Madam Hua'er's eyes." Jiujiu said: "The medicine for Madam Hua'er's eyes needs to be changed at most three times before you can see."

Lady Hua'er was very excited, "Really?"

Mrs. Hua'er's two children were also very excited. They held Jiujiu's hand and said innocently and cutely: "Beautiful sister, are you not lying?"

"Liar is a puppy."

"I swear, I'm not lying." Jiujiu smiled, "Otherwise, I would be a puppy."

"That's great, great, my mother's eyes are going to get better."

The two children happily went to their father to share the good news with their father.

Jiujiu taught Brother Zhang how to help Mrs. Huaer prepare medicine and apply it, and then went to Buzhou Mountain with Di Jiang again.

When they went up Buzhou Mountain this time, they clearly noticed a lot was wrong, especially the blood and dead people they saw on the way up the mountain.

Among the dead were nearby villagers who had gone up the mountain to hunt, and some monks. They were all wearing monk's robes and looked like disciples of the eminent monk in the west.

Jiujiu muttered, "The Naxi people are not ordinary people. No one is their opponent, and no one should be able to kill their disciples on their territory."

"HH?"

Di Jiang was also puzzled by this, but he didn't know the reason. He shook his head, and after a while, he exclaimed: "Not only that, the Naxi people are still immortals. Who dares to fight against them? Aren't you afraid of being sought for revenge? After all, Ordinary people can’t survive them.”

"They also have plenty of time and opportunity to seek revenge."

"Brother Dijiang, let's stop guessing and thinking. Let's go up the mountain! Once we get up the mountain, everything will be clear." Jiujiu said.