Waterdrop Survival: I can see the prompt

On a mountain hundreds of miles away from Zhengjian Gate.

"Old man, you want to kill me with just such a soul clone? Don't forget, this is not your real body."

The evil ghost stared at Zhuang Zhou indifferently, knowing that his plan today had failed.

But if one of the soul clones of this old thing can be dealt with, it wouldn't be too much of a loss.

After all, the death of the soul clone will weaken the strength of the main body.

I saw that Zhuang Zhou didn't talk to him too much, and the sword in his hand continued to chop at the evil spirit.

"After so many years, you are still so weak, whether it is you back then or you now."

I saw that old ghost, in the hollow eye sockets, the ghostly will-o'-the-wisp eyes suddenly became blazing.

"That year was then, and now is now, Zhuang Zhou, you will only talk about what happened back then. When I cut off the head of your avatar, can you still be so stubborn?"

The evil ghost slashed out with a scythe, and then his figure retreated quickly, distanced himself from Zhuang Zhou.

"In the past hundreds of years, I still remember your revenge for destroying my body, and today I can finally avenge it."

The evil ghost laughed ferociously, as if Zhuang Zhou had already been killed by him.

The ghost energy on the sickle surged, and the ghosts on the sickle kept calling for help from Zhuang Zhou.

"Sir, save me, sir."

"Ah! Quickly save me, aren't you a saint?"

……

Words were like invisible blades, piercing Zhuang Zhou's heart fiercely.

Suddenly, a faint blue will-o'-the-wisp glowed on the sickle blade of the ghost sickle.

The soul attached to it is continuously burned.

"Ghost Scythe Netherfire, this is what I prepared for you, it's specially designed to deal with soul clones."

Tears welled up in Zhuang Zhou's eyes, and his sword hand trembled violently.

This is no longer the young man he was back then, but facing so many innocent souls being burned, he can only be so helpless.

"You are looking for death. The only thing I regret is that I didn't kill you with a single sword. Today you will not have this opportunity to escape. Even if I use up this body."

"Tsk tsk tsk, listen, what a gorgeous language it is. You can still say such things when you are dying."

"As expected of you, the sage Zhuang Zhou."

The evil skeleton ghost was grinning, and didn't take Zhuang Zhou's words to heart. In his opinion, Zhuang Zhou's soul clone was bound to die.

"With a three-foot sword in hand, kill ghosts in the world."

"The old man will send you to atone for these undead."

"This sword is called Slaying Ghosts."

Tears fell from Zhuang Zhou's eyes, and the sword in his hand fell off.

"Ghost Scythe Netherfire, go and burn this old thing to death for me."

"boom"

The will-o'-the-wisp of the sickle collided fiercely with the sword energy, and the will-o'-the-wisp was directly absorbed by the ruthless sword energy.

It turned into a more powerful energy, and slashed at the conceited skeleton ghost.

"How could this happen, Zhuang Zhou, you... how can you be so powerful, this kind of power shouldn't appear in this world!"

The skeleton evil spirit was split into two, the sword energy cut the evil spirit in half, and the will-o'-the-wisp burned the evil spirit.

"In the end, he still ended up self-immolating, Gu Lang."

Zhuang Zhou wiped away the tears hanging from the corner of his eyes, thinking of the young man who pleaded for the people.

However, the young man still had a companion by his side at that time, whose name was Gu Lang.

……

Zhengjianmen.

Just as the monkey and the old horse were trying to heal Fang Bai, a figure appeared in front of the Zhengjianmen sect.

"Mister, Fang Bai is injured."

When He Jianzi saw the figure, he hurriedly rushed forward.

I saw that person was exactly Zhuang Zhou who had slayed ghosts before, but now he has become older.

"I know, don't worry, I'll go and have a look."

After leaving these words, Zhuang Zhou walked towards Fang Bai.

"squeak"

The door was pushed open by Zhuang Zhou, and only the panic-stricken old horse and monkey were in the room.

They have never faced such a situation, and Fang Bai usually takes care of them.

But now that Fang Bai is injured, he can't help at all.

Seeing that it was Zhuang Zhou who came, the two of them felt as if they had received life-saving straws.

"Old man, the boss is injured, please help him."

At this time, after hearing these words, Zhuang Zhou didn't care about the old horse anymore.

The monkey hurriedly said: "I'm sorry, old man, please save the boss."

The old horse quickly slapped his mouth.

"Old sir, old master, old Bodhisattva, please save my boss, I will kneel down for you."

"You all go out."

Zhuang Zhou didn't want to say anything more at this time, he waved his hand, motioning for the two to go out.

"Sometimes the old man really envies you."

Zhuang Zhou looked at Fang Bai in front of him, and said with a hint of envy.

Immediately, a hand stretched out towards Fang Bai's wound, and a pure soul force sealed the burning wound.

The wound on his body immediately became intact, but there was a wound burning in Fang Bai's soul body, and it was sealed immediately.

"Cough cough..."

Fang Bai woke up, only Zhuang Zhou was in front of him.

"Old...Old stick, why are you here alone, what about the old horse and the monkey?"

"They are all waiting for you outside, I asked them to wait outside."

"Don't move, listen to every word that comes next."

There was a trace of rigor on the wrinkled face.

"You were slashed by the Death God's Scythe. This injury is difficult to heal, including me, and I can't do anything about it."

"Now, that wound has been sealed by me. The only way to heal your wound is to go to Donghai Lingdao."

"See a holy doctor, that person will heal your injury completely, if he refuses, you just report my name."

"Also, you must practice hard on the two secret books I passed on to you."

Hearing these words, Fang Bai understood a lot, Zhuang Zhou was leaving.

"Old... old stick... old mister, are you leaving now?"

At this time Fang Bai no longer called Zhuang Zhou the old stick, but the old man.

"This old gentleman is really not pleasant to hear, you are now my disciple."

Hearing this, Fang Bai didn't care about his injured body.

Kneel down directly and pay homage to the teacher.

"Master is on top, and the disciples will bow."

In fact, in Fang Bai's heart, this old man was already a master, but he only said it now.

"Hahaha, yes. Get up quickly, let the two behind the door meet, they must kill me."

Zhuang Zhou joked, his eyes full of reluctance.

"Little apprentice, see you later by fate."

After speaking, Zhuang Zhou's body began to become unreal.

It turned out that when killing ghosts on the mountain.

Zhuang Zhou had already suffered a lot of injuries, and when he came back to treat Fang Bai, he spent a lot of energy.

Now, Zhuang Zhou's soul avatar could no longer hold on.

"Disciple Fang Bai, respectfully send off Master!"

The sound resounded through Zhengjian Gate.

Immediately, everyone in Zhengjianmen knelt down.

"Zhengjianmen, send off the old gentleman."

At this time, an old man far away in the sky raised the corner of his mouth slightly.