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He threw the bug out with his hand and said mockingly: "I didn't expect that Qi Laosan, who was so famous in the past, would now be pitied by two yellow-mouthed brats. It's really ridiculous."

The old man looked miserable and said, "Don't you even call me Third Brother now?"

Qi Gong said: "Hey, I'm a little bit raw, I can't scream."

The old man raised his head, revealing his dark eyes, and said, "It seems that my eyes are white."

"It's true that you are blind because of me, but it's just to protect yourself. If you say these useless words, you won't be half as murderous as you were back then."

"Haha! All I kill are Fu people, unlike you who are so ruthless and ruthless that you also kill your own clan members."

"Cruel and merciless?" Qi Gong said bitterly: "If you are not cruel and merciless, you will die for a long time!"

He stared at the old man and said: "Why didn't you say that when you abolished my cultivation? Did you ever care about brotherhood? If I hadn't gone to the Witch King's Palace to ask for the Code of Resentment, I would be a mess now."

The old man showed pain on his face: "Don't you have any repentance at all? You used living people to practice forbidden arts, and you killed people without permission. Each of them is a capital crime. If I hadn't destroyed my eyes to plead for mercy, and the saintess of the previous generation had compassion, otherwise How can you still be alive today if your crimes are revealed to the world?"

Qi Gong's old face was twisted: "I wish I was dead so that you wouldn't be able to see me. My appearance of being neither human nor ghost is all thanks to you."

"I have already said that the Code of Resentment is ominous. If you don't listen, this is retribution."

"So what if it's retribution, as long as you tell me the whereabouts of Yao Shen's blood, all retribution can come to me."

"Ahem!" The old man gasped, stroking his chest: "How many years have passed, and you still haven't given up. Is Yao Zu's legacy a treasure that mortals can covet, and you are not afraid that I will kill you with my own hands?"

Qi Gong laughed loudly and said: "Of course I am afraid of the Zhuo Sword Master of the Yao Palace, but now you are seriously injured, so stop pretending."

"I understand, it turns out that you were also involved in what happened that night."

"so what?"

"You are so promising that you actually became a lackey!" The old man calmed down and said: "That man used his spiritual mind to spy on the palace, and I scared him away. I'm afraid he was seriously injured. He must be a great refiner in the Baopu realm. Qi Shi, is that why you are willing to be driven?"

"It's not about driving, they all have their own plans. Listen up, I just want the blood of the god, and I will leave immediately when I get it. Maybe the Red Spider Tribe will have a Witch King in the future, haha, by then I will unify the White Witch Tribe. What can anyone do to me?"

The old man said: "It's ridiculous, you are just wishful thinking."

"Are you really not afraid of death?"

"Threatening an old blind man with death is probably a miscalculation."

"Maybe you are not afraid, but don't you care about the life and death of those in Yao Shen Palace?"

"Haha, let me remind you that although the saint is recovering from her injuries, she will never allow you to act recklessly. The person behind you does not dare to come, for fear of death!"

"Stop trying to scare people with that girl's divine magic. She doesn't need me to do anything. Someone will naturally deal with her. Let me ask you one last time, where is the blood of God Yao?"

The old man said: "Youngest, after your parents die, I will raise you as my son. I know your temperament very well. You never leave any trouble behind. If you want to decide between life and death, then let's do it."

Silence...After the silence, two black figures silently attacked each other and entangled each other. The light in front of the divine case went out. It seemed that Yao Shen couldn't bear to see the scene of brothers killing each other.

The next day, the old man Ge Laoguan whom he had met last time came over early with nearly a hundred followers, all riding horses and carrying enough food and supplies. Teng Biao was surrounded in front and back, for fear that something would happen again.

The Saint's side was relatively simple. They only arranged a carriage and eight Abazhai guards, and the group headed towards the Iron String Department.

What was a little discordant was that Ji Lingchu was riding among them on the Mountain Boar King. Sometimes he was running in front and sometimes he was hanging on the tail. It was so embarrassing!

Teng Biao was extremely happy when he saw that Ji Lingchu was really here. He broke away from the team and came closer. After a few words, he started to talk a lot. He patted his chest and said that the Tiexian Department was his own territory. If he followed him, everything would be smooth.

Ji Lingchu naturally wouldn't believe his lies, but as a guest, he still had to give him enough respect. The two of them talked and laughed, but they didn't find it boring.

The team set off along the Wangxi River. After walking for half a day, the surging river gradually disappeared into the mountains and canyons. They also entered a lonely path above the rolling mountains. There were many wild tea trees on both sides of the road. The terrain was steep and the scenery was beautiful. The locals said It is the "Ancient Camellia Road".

There are cliffs on both sides of the Camellia Ancient Road, with a wide view. The purple verbena blooms under the cliff, which is like a vast river, and the endless view makes people daydream.

However, although the scenery was beautiful, the people and horses were sometimes trapped, so they camped beside the ancient road to rest for a while.

Teng Biao shouted, instructing his followers to raise the bonfire and start grilling meat. After a while, the aroma of meat filled the air, and the smoke drifted in the mountain wind, mixed with the fragrance of wild flowers, giving it a unique flavor.

Ji Lingchu asked the Boar King to go look for food by himself, and took a water bag and gave it to the saint in the carriage. The saint hesitated for a moment, took it, took a sip, and asked: "How are you living these days?" Habit?"

He leaned against the car and thought of the days when he went hiking with his college classmates. It was so happy! It was rare to feel relaxed and he joked: "Habits may take a lifetime, but I like them."

The saint was unmoved and said calmly: "Do you think that if you become more capable, I will be unable to do anything to you?"

"How could it be possible, but I am already in the body-forging realm now."

The saint smiled slightly: "It took more than ten years to reach the realm of body training. Is it so difficult for your sect to practice?"

"I'm considered excellent." Ji Lingchu was not embarrassed at all. He thought to himself, "You don't know. How many Olympic champions are there on earth at my level?"

He asked again: "Mengmeng, what kind of skills are you practicing, and what state have you reached?"

"I told you not to call me by my name."

"What's the matter? Let's just chat."

"I am the maid of God Yao, I don't need any realm."

Naturally he didn't believe it and kept chattering.

The saint couldn't bear it and said, "Do you know that there are few people in our clan who talk as much as you?"

Ji Lingchu touched his nose and said, "No, Hua Zang talks a lot. It's a pity that he has something to do, otherwise he wouldn't be lonely along the way."

The saint glared at him and lowered the car curtain speechlessly.

Ji Lingchu chuckled and was about to go to Teng Biao to get some barbecue. Suddenly, he felt that all the wind and noise had quietly subsided. The air pressure around him was pressing. He saw a white light hitting his face and a bunch of silver threads on his waist.

"Ouch! I can't be joking..." He just started thinking, but before he could react, his whole body was carried into the air by the holy girl who jumped up.

Then a huge palm gathered by the strong wind struck down hard, like a thunder strike, the carriage was immediately shattered, and the rest of the people flew in all directions, falling to the ground, and screams and groans could not be heard. The worst thing was Many people were knocked off the cliff and it was difficult to survive.

After the thunder struck, a group of people emerged from the tea bushes on both sides of the mountain road, all with gray-blue faces, and quickly blocked all the ways.