Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 279 Life and death are up to me!
"Uncle Clan, what should we do? Then Zhao Wujiang is getting closer and closer."

Some of the five fleeing Qin family cried out in mourning:

"Most of Qin Shan's brothers died under this son's hands. Clan uncle, it's snowing all over the sky, how should we escape?"

The big bearded man Qin Wen's breath was sluggish, his blue shirt was stained with blood, he gasped and said:
"Stop him with the water of chaos! Be sure to stop him!
As long as he leaves the realm of Kunlun, I will let him die without a place to bury him, and smash his bones into ashes! "

Looking at Zhao Wujiang who was gradually approaching not far away, Qin Wen yelled again:
"Kun Wuzi, I know you are watching, quickly open the Kunlun Realm and let me go!"

On the top of the Kunlun East Nine Mountains, the old man of the Kunlun survivor standing on the mirror of the Kunlun mirror frowned, and the children of the clan beside him whispered:

"Third Elder, with so many people watching, it's impossible for us to let Qin Wen be killed, right?"

"Hmph!" Third Elder Kun Wuzi snorted coldly: "I was crushed for bullying the younger generation, and now I have the nerve to speak up."

His face was cold, but he still tapped the mirror with his fingers, and the mirror immediately spread like water waves, creating circles of ripples.

In the territory of Kunlun, the children of the Qin family took out small bottles one after another. The black and viscous liquid in the bottles was exactly the water of chaos that Zhao Wujiang had seen under the Zhaoling Mausoleum.

The vials were thrown out one after another and shattered in the air, the water of chaos smashed towards Zhao Wujiang, Qin Wen's face was ferocious, and circles of ripples spread like water waves appeared behind him.

Zhao Wujiang waved his hands to stir the wind and snow to repel the water of chaos. The black and viscous liquid dripped onto the snow, and the white snow was quickly corroded into a deep pit that was more than three feet long and four feet wide, preventing him from moving forward. path of.

"Zhao Wujiang, when you walk out of the Kunlun Realm, it will be the time for your death!" Qin Wen, the strongest of the Qin clan, frowned and roared angrily, then stepped into the ripples behind him, and his figure was about to disappear.

Zhao Wujiang's eyes were cloudy and yang, the sky and the earth seemed to cool down in an instant, and the snowflakes falling on his body also quickly turned into ice crystals.

"Roar!"

There was a roar, no one heard it except Zhao Wujiang.

On the top of the Kunlun East Nine Mountains, the sky was gray and white, and a huge black tortoise head protruded from the white clouds. Then the snake neighed and stepped on the clouds and swooped towards Qin Wen who was inside the Kunlun mirror.

The wind howling all around became more and more loud, and the people who were watching the magic mirror didn't know why.

On the mountainside, in a wooden house, firewood is crackling, and soup is being boiled on the iron frame. An old man with green hair and silky hair is flipping through ancient animal skin books. As white as snow, without a speck of color, he said hoarsely:
"Xuanwu?"

With a creak, the door was pushed open, and a young clansman shouted:

"It's not good, patriarch, there is something strange about the sacred tree connected to the sacred tree in the clan, and half of it has turned into mustard powder."

In the territory of Kunlun, Qin Wen had a cruel smile on his face, more than half of his body was melted into the ripples.

Suddenly, the wind and snow flew between the sky and the earth, and the snowflakes turned into sharp swords. He frowned, and just about to be puzzled, an invisible blue light flashed by, and his right arm disappeared instantly, as if being torn apart by something. Usually, the wound is connected with fascia of flesh and blood, and blood gushes out.

He was stunned for a second, and then let out a heart-piercing wail.

"Ah, ah, Zhao Wujiang!"

His body melted into the ripples and disappeared into the world.

Outside of Kunlun, Qin Wen's body appeared in a flash, together with the heart-piercing and uncontrollable roar of pain, he kept crying on the water-like mirror, his body trembling.

The crowd gasped and their hearts were shaken, but no one dared to go forward, they all kept away from Qin Wen like snakes and scorpions.

"Didn't Qin Wen run away? Why did his right arm explode suddenly in the end? It was like a beam of light falling from the sky, tearing his arm apart."

"Tell me, if he was half a step slower, would his whole body be torn apart?"

"...This is too scary. What kind of power is this? Isn't it impossible to use martial arts in the Kunlun territory?"

"I don't know."

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Kun Wuzi, the third elder of the survivors of the Kunlun clan, had cloudy eyes. He squinted his eyes and stared at the scene reflected in the Kunlun magic mirror. At this moment, Zhao Wujiang was looking up at the sky, his eyes were black and white, but he had a strong sense of killing, as if he was questioning why he made the move. help each other.
He shivered involuntarily, feeling that he was thinking too much, and then ordered in a cold voice:
"Take Qin's guests down to heal their wounds!"

The Kunlun tribe said yes, and took away the howling Qin Wen.

In the territory of Kunlun, the four members of the Qin clan who had not yet had time to escape fell to their knees and bowed their heads to Zhao Wujiang.

Although the ripples hadn't dissipated yet, they were just one step away, but they didn't dare to act rashly. What happened to the big bearded Han Qin Wen just now was still vivid in their minds.

"Senior, this matter has nothing to do with us. Please, senior, hold your hands high!"

Zhao Wujiang's face was cold, and he said: "Life and death depend on name! Of the four people, only two can go out!"

As soon as the words fell, the four kneeling people were all stunned for a moment, and then their eyes showed fierceness, of course not for Zhao Wujiang, but for the clansmen beside them.

The next moment, two of them took the lead while the other two were still struggling, and defeated the other two neatly, causing the other two to bleed profusely.

They knelt down on the ground, bowing their hands respectfully: "Thank you, senior!"

"The two losers can go out now." Zhao Wujiang said lightly, with yin and yang in his eyes.

The four suddenly raised their heads, unable to believe it, the victorious two trembled, wanting to refute and question, but they didn't dare to speak in front of the majestic Zhao Wujiang.

The defeated two were originally depressed, but when they heard Zhao Wujiang's words, it was as if they were grabbing a life-saving straw. Regardless of their injuries, they kept thanking Zhao Wujiang, and supported each other towards the ripples that hadn't dissipated.

As he stepped in, he quickly disappeared into the territory of Kunlun.

Outside of Kunlun, everyone looked at the scene in the magic mirror, and their hearts trembled.

"So ruthless and domineering Zhao Wujiang."

"Yes, life and death are up to fate, but it's Zhao Wujiang's order!"

"It's a good move to kill people. Even if the remaining two people survive, it will be difficult to maintain the previous friendship."

"It's Zhao Wujiang. It's better not to offend him."

"That's not the case, so what if he is strong in the territory of Kunlun, don't forget, everyone has cultivation outside the territory of Kunlun!

That senior of the Qin family, once the recuperation is over, this Zhao Wujiang still cannot escape death. "

"Yes. Ugh."

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In the realm of Kunlun, heavy snow fell on Zhao Wujiang's shoulders, and he and Wen Yu walked towards the distance.

"Brother Wujiang, when will we find the Shenmu?" Wen Yu kept stepping on the snow that was about to cover the bend of his legs, and Lang Yi's face was flushed.

With Zhao Wujiang's good luck, neither of them felt the slightest bit of cold.

(End of this chapter)