"What was that just now?" Zhang Chi watched the cloud of gray smoke envelop the old man, and then the old man leaned back in a daze, and fell to the ground as if he had lost consciousness.

"Hmph, you don't understand." Tong Tong seemed very satisfied, and praised without hesitation, "This is Yuyu's ability, 'usurpation', if I describe it to you like this, it's like bragging. The size of a balloon depends on how much gas it can hold, but Yuyu is different, she is infinite."

A trace of luck flashed in Tong Tong's eyes, and he did not breathe a sigh of relief until then, "Fortunately, Yuyu caught up, we were almost caught in an accident when we fell into the illusion, and it was Yuyu who saved me from a disaster, so She's just now in a coma."

"Are you still in danger? No wonder I told you to ignore me. It turned out to be like this..." Zhang Chi's attention was all on the old Taoist who fell to the ground, and the smoke that Yuyu had turned into hadn't dissipated. Haunting in front of the old Taoist, continuously absorbing the energy from this guy.

"Tong Tong, Daoist Wen said it before, this old Taoist is a dying person?" He hesitated and asked again and again, "Then he abducted so many children, is it for..."

Zhang Chi remembered what he saw in the bronze furnace, and the girl named Du Meimei who had been reduced to ashes just now, and more, including the black shadow that shrank into the shadow of the old man, the lives of these innocent children , Is it because that ignorant old thing is longing for longevity?

"Yes, it shouldn't be wrong." Tong Tong verified his thoughts, "Although Yuyu and I are both ghosts, we both hate this kind of cruel and unscrupulous behavior."

At this moment, Zhang Chi really wanted to rush up and beat the old bastard in the face, use the life of an innocent child as an elixir, and even wanted to use Wen Liang's blood as a medicine, which is not only possible with animals.to describe.

"Forget it, wait for Wen Liang and the others to come, the most important thing for me right now is to find my sister." Zhang Chi suppressed his anger, and walked to the old Taoist side to get the blood jade.

He squatted down, the blood jade was tightly held in the palm of the old man, and Zhang Chi stretched out his hand to break it. But at this moment, Zhang Chi felt a black shadow flash in front of his eyes, and then a thin and strong arm strangled his neck.

"Uh?!" Zhang Chi couldn't dodge in time, his body was almost crushed by that arm, and laughter came from his ears, it was an old man who didn't know when he woke up.

"You little babies, do you really think this old man is so easy to deal with?" The old man propped himself up from the ground, and he showed Zhang Chi the blood jade in his hand. Among them, there was a wisp of gray smoke and ink swimming slightly, it was Yuyu!

The old man smiled sinisterly, and the dimples on his face were trembling, "You are still too young, this jade book is my magic weapon, since it can absorb the blood, it can also be close to the girl, The medicine that I have been looking for for a long time has also arrived, and I will throw you all into the furnace later, and after tonight, I will live forever!"

Behind him, there are several black shadows clamoring, that is the wronged soul of the dead child, who was given a curse by him, and continues to sell his life and death for him.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Chi somehow remembered the last tear that the girl named Du Meimei shed before her soul disappeared. He was so angry that he could no longer hold back his mentality and cursed: "You kill innocent people and despise human life!" Want to live forever for dung? Go to hell!"

The thin arm around his neck suddenly tightened, and Zhang Chi suddenly felt that it was difficult to breathe. He gasped for breath, and even though his legs started kicking around, he continued to curse, "Old turtle who cherishes his life like gold!" Three, ghosts are more human-like than you... Go to hell, go to hell, go to hell, hurry up and die for me!"

Zhang Chi scolded all the swear words he had heard in just over ten years. At this moment, he was no longer cowardly and cowardly. He spurned this so-called old way, even though his life was still in the hands of the other party.

Hearing Zhang Chi's words, the old Taoist was really angry. He wrapped his skinny arms around Zhang Chi's neck tightly. Although he was a bit older, he planned to strangle Zhang Chi to death and throw him away. Enter the bronze furnace to relieve the hatred in my heart.

Just when Zhang Chi started to roll his eyes, there was a loud noise outside this "secret room", as if someone moved a heavy object and threw it on the ground, followed by an "ouch", Zhang Chi's eyes lit up up.

"Oh, I was thinking that I had misjudged myself and used children as medicine to practice. This person is really not afraid of falling into the eighteenth level of hell after death, for sins and sins."

It's Wen Liang!

"Uncle Xie, you all stand back... Tsk, the live broadcast room has been blocked because of suspected violence and bloodshed? We are obviously broadcasting the truth of the case." Another young man's voice came into the room together, and Zhang Chi recognized it , This is the big brother named Ji Duan.

In addition, there was a heart-piercing sound of vomiting from a man while they were talking.

Zhang Chi was so excited that he was about to cry, and he didn't care that his neck was still being restrained by the old Taoist, so he shouted in the direction of the three people's voices: "Taoist Wen! I'm here! I'm trapped! !"

The outside fell into silence for a while, and then Wen Liang's voice sounded from near the wall Zhang Chi was leaning against at the beginning: "A trick made of ghosts? This is too child's play."

"Student Zhang? Are you inside? Are there any dangerous people around?" Wen Liang asked Zhang Chi if he had eaten tonight with a relaxed tone.

Zhang Chi was anxious and angry, but just as he opened his mouth, the old man behind him pulled a piece of cloth from somewhere on his body, and quickly tied Zhang Chi's mouth.

"Exchanging information in front of me, you little baby is really daring." The old Taoist threw Zhang Chi aside, and walked towards the door in a puffy manner, "I smell it, the owner of that blood is at the door, If he is the lead, I will definitely..."

Before he could figure out why, a hand that appeared out of thin air pierced through the wall and tightly clasped the old dao's well-structured neck, and then a blood-stained white-haired man appeared in front of the old dao.

The blinding magic circle composed of countless ghosts was broken, and the figures of Ji Duan and Xie Jin also appeared in Zhang Chi's sight.

Looking at Wen Liang, who was covered in blood, Zhang Chi first worried for him, but after looking carefully, he realized that his worries were unnecessary. The blood on Wen Liang's cyan robe was all spurts, not his own blood, but a bit like it. When I first entered the house, the room was full of meat.

Could it be that he rushed over through all the obstacles along the way? Zhang Chi secretly glanced at Wen Liang's face and felt that this man looked like a killing god.

"What must you do? What do you want to do to me? Do medicine?" Wen Liang tilted his head and looked at the silent old man, "You can give it a try, if you can get a drop of blood from me, I can consider replacing it You have fulfilled your dream of immortality."

The old Daoist who was strangled by his neck still didn't speak. He looked at the person in front of him wearing a blue-clothed Taoist robe, with a greedy light in his cloudy eyes.

"Taoist, you are a Taoist!" The old and hoarse voice was now strangled, so it became even more unpleasant, "Your blood, your blood is a very precious medicine, if I kill you, then I will definitely be able to ascend, I will definitely be able to…”

There was murder in Lao Dao's eyes. Although he is the one who is being restrained now, he still yearns for the pursuit that is right in front of him. His gaze towards Wen Liang is not like looking at people, but like a greedy tyrant. Coveted the most precious treasure.

"Is longevity so good?" Wen Liang's face was expressionless. He exerted force with his five fingers, and he could even hear the crunching of the cervical vertebrae between his fingers. "What is the meaning of your pursuit of longevity? To be promoted? You are also worthy?"

Wen Liang threw Lao Dao out. He rarely gets angry about a thing in recent years, but now that he is pinching this person in his palm, Wen Liang can't guarantee that he will not break his neck in a fit of anger.

"I don't know what sect you taught, but the cultivator cultivates himself from the beginning to the end." Wen Liang's mouth curled with a faint sneer, he looked down at the old man who was breathing heavily on the ground, and said contemptuously, "You kill innocent people indiscriminately, and even concoct alchemy for those children. You are no different from the scumbags who cannibalize and eat human flesh."

Wen Liang took a step forward and kicked Lao Dao's body with his toes, "Instead, you have intensified, even if you don't let those children die, you cursed them! You tied them by your side to serve you until they died, and you still What kind of face can claim to be a cultivator?"

"Ha ha ha ha." The old man on the ground stopped panting, he raised his terrifying old face and stared at Wen Liang, "Did I see you when I was young? Rumor has it that there is an immortal Taoist priest, who travels around without a fixed place, has silver-white hair and eyes like a wolf, is it you."

After Lao Dao said this, the dark shadows raged all over his body, and the children who had been controlled by him for a lifetime and now turned into ghosts clamored, forming a black barrier.

The barrier separates Wen Liang from other people. Laodao seems to be burning his own life. The whole person is obviously much more energetic than before.

"I should have seen you before, and you haven't changed after a few decades!" The old man raised his dry fingers and rushed towards Wen Liang. He was like a desperate jackal about to starve to death, clamoring for his dissatisfaction with this world, "Why? Why are you immortal, give me your blood, give me your blood as a guide!"

The golden light was everywhere, Wen Liang single raised his finger, and threw it towards Lao Dao's forehead with the golden light. The golden light was like a bean-sized raindrop, and disappeared after hitting Lao Dao's forehead, as if it had melted into his body.

"I never thought it was a good thing to be immortal." Wen Liang moved smoothly, he withdrew his hand, and calmly looked at Lao Dao who was stunned in place, "You have done things all over the world to lose your conscience, and in the end you still don't understand this truth."

He snapped his fingers, the old man fell to the ground with a bang, and Wen Liang said lightly, "So take all this with you and use your life to atone for your sins."

If there are bugs, please catch the bugs, and the manuscripts that are driven out will be repaired in a while!