Ignoring what kind of expressions everyone would put on their faces, the old man took out another crumpled magic talisman and said to himself: "I have kept this talisman for twenty years, and finally I won't use it anymore. ” The Xuanyuan family sent him a letter through this talisman.
What shocked Jin Fuchen was that as soon as the old man took out the talisman, the soul auras of three people appeared on it, including his daughter's, Xiaoman's, and Meng Fan's.
With these three soul breaths, there is no need to guess the content of the talisman's message, it is naturally about killing people.
Knowing that the other party was not from the Xuanyuan family, Jin Fuchen still held on to a glimmer of hope and said politely: "Brother, how much benefit has the Xuanyuan family given you, I will double it for you, okay, let's forget about today's matter."
"Master, he is alone, let's hack him to death" "Master, you can't give him conditions.
We at Jinlian Peak are not afraid of trouble."
"Master, Meng Xun will be back soon."
The voices of more than forty Jinlian Peak disciples suddenly rang in Jin Fuchen's ears.
With his temperament, why wouldn't he want to fight with the old man in front of him?
He looked back and forgot to glance at the disciples who had just fought.
They couldn't fight anymore.
If we fight again, someone will really die.
After all, Ouyang Yunyi just said that the fourth level of immortality is not the opponent's enemy with one move.
The opponent's cultivation level must be at the fifth level of immortality and above.
Once a fight breaks out, death is inevitable.
If one of them dies, he will feel distressed.
"Haha" the old man holding the bowl smiled, "The benefit the Xuanyuan family gives me is a life.
What do you want to give me twice as much?"
The old man made a confident gesture, and the crumpled talisman in his hand immediately burned and turned into ashes, and a message was sent back to the Xuanyuan family.
Nothing to talk about.
He will kill the person.
No one here can stop him.
At the same time, Xuanyuan Yanghao and Shen Jinghong, who were waiting for news at Xuanyuan's house, suddenly looked happy.
There was a main talisman in their hands, which also burned into ashes.
Xuanyuan Yanghao swept away the gloom on his face and sneered: "Qiankun Du Qizheng in the bowl is really reliable in his work.
The three enemies who killed Xi'er are dead."
The woman Shen Jinghong also smiled, and her smile was poignant and moving: "Twenty years ago, Du Qi was the thirteenth on the longevity martial arts evaluation list.
Although he suffered a disastrous defeat and suffered heavy physical and mental injuries, twenty years have passed.
His cultivation level has still improved, and now he is at least in the sixth level of immortality.
He can still kill three young people who are acting recklessly." young people.
These three words made the couple sad again.
Xuanyuan Xixi was not in her prime, but she died without any bones left.
Xuanyuan Yanghao took Shen Jinghong's delicate hand, waved away the sadness in his heart, and said softly: "Jinghong, go get two bottles of wine and drink with me for a while."
Shen Jinghong nodded: "Give Xi'er something to drink too, so that he can feel at ease down there."
That attic that frightened the Xuanyuan family members, on this day, the murderous aura dissipated and the aroma of wine wafted out.
But Qiankun Du Qizheng in the bowl has not succeeded in killing anyone yet.
Jin Fushen and others will not let Du Qizheng kill people.
"Want to kill people?"
Ouyang Yunyi flashed his figure, swung the stick of life and death and hit the old man holding the bowl, "Let's go through Ouyang Yunyi first."
"Get through the ups and downs of my gold" "Pass the test of Zong Rongyuan" "Get past me, Zhao Changshou" Three figures followed Ouyang Yunyi and rushed out.
Li Xiaoman pulled out two daggers and stood in front of Jin Lian'er with a solemn expression.
More than forty Golden Lotus Peak disciples also stepped heavily towards Qiankun Duqi in the bowl.
The sound of uniform footsteps was shocking.
The weapons in their hands were filled with cold light under the sun, and some of the weapons were still stained with cold light.
The blood that has not yet been wiped away.
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Jin Lian'er was about to cry.
Every time something happened, someone stood in front of her, but she couldn't do anything.
No one will die this time, no one will die, Jin Lian'er clasped her hands on her chest, looked at the sky, and kept mumbling.
"I've written down your name."
Listening to Jin Fuchen and others reporting their names, the wrinkles on Qiankun Duqizheng's face relaxed in the bowl, "I'm going to drink enough this time." boom Ouyang Yunyi's two life-and-death sticks were smashed down with great force.
Jin Fuchen and others also cut off the long swords in their hands and used all their strength as soon as they struck.
Du Qi was tapping the broken bowl in his hand with his fingers, ding ding ding, and at the same time he made a loud sound in his mouth: "Bro, break, break!"
Layers of sound waves visible to the naked eye suddenly spread out from the broken bowl.
Ouyang Yunyi's life-and-death stick met those ripples and bent greatly.
The long swords in the hands of Jin Fuchen and others also buzzed and folded into an arc.
The weapon actually attacked Ouyang Yunyi bit the tip of his tongue decisively and sprayed a mouthful of blood mist on the back of his hand.
When fighting with Gang Leader Zhong, he put two pieces of strange objects on the back of his hands to enhance his combat power.
At this time, the two pieces of strange objects sucked the blood and immediately spread out a majestic aura, causing the life-and-death stick in his hand to penetrate directly.
After several layers of sound waves, there was only three inches left from Du Qizheng’s forehead.
Jin Fushen and others also followed suit, activating their ultimate combat power.
Under the stalemate, those layers of sound waves seemed to be overwhelmed and suddenly trembled, making a constant buzzing and harsh sound that made people want to cover their ears.
The disciples of Golden Lotus Peak also pushed forward and crashed into those layers of sound waves.
Du Qizheng did not move, but under the pressure of everyone, his feet slid back slowly against the ground, leaving two deep ravines.
One person resisted the combined force of nearly fifty people, but only retreated slowly.
Du Qizheng is indeed the thirteenth on the Laowu Evaluation List.
At this time, Jin Fushen also clearly sensed Du Qizheng's true cultivation state.
He had reached the fifth level of immortality and was infinitely close to the sixth level of immortality.
His mood became even heavier.
It's hard for them, a group of old, weak and remnant soldiers, to escape unscathed.
In fact, Jin Fushen should also be grateful.
After the battle with the tenth person of Immortality twenty years ago, Qiankun Du Qizheng in the bowl was physically and mentally damaged.
It took him a full twenty years to break through to the fifth level of Immortality.
Without entering the sixth level of immortality, otherwise there would be no need to fight this battle.
The tenth immortal person also became Du Qizheng's inner demon.
This is why Du Qizheng wanted to meet him for a while after killing Jin Lian'er and others.
Du Qizheng, who was constantly being forced back, suddenly held up the broken bowl in his hand and said calmly: "Heaven comes into the bowl."
An overwhelming pressure suddenly fell from the sky, Du Qizheng's feet sank to the ground, and then he was as steady as a mountain, as if a piece of sky had really fallen into the bowl.
Ouyang Yunyi, Jin Fushen and nearly fifty people immediately stopped moving forward.
Du Qizheng turned the bowl over again: "Turn the world upside down" There was only a loud roar, which was very much like the sound of waves crashing onto the rocks from a high place.
Ouyang Yunyi and others were the first to bear the brunt, and were suddenly knocked to the ground by a terrifying invisible force.
Their bones creaked and they were helpless.
Standing up, the group of Jinlian Peak disciples who were trying their best to move forward fell neatly, just like during a tug-of-war, when an opponent suddenly let go of the rope.
Qiankun in the bowl waved his long sleeves and chuckled: "It's just a mob":