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Chapter 71 Life and Death Tribulation

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    The old man walked in the air, like walking on flat ground, he seemed to be staggering, but his speed seemed to be slow and fast. With one step, he had already crossed a distance of mile, and with another step, he was already three or four miles away, and his speed was getting faster and faster.  The faster it is, the faster it is compared to the flying of the imperial weapon.

    In the blink of an eye, it disappeared from Qin Yang's sight

    Qin Yang's face was like gold paper, and he was really frightened. After coming out from behind the tree trunk, he restrained his breath, chose the opposite direction, and ran away. Even the corpse of the monk who was driving the red gourd in the distance didn't dare waste time to touch it.  corpse¡­¡­

    Running all the way for less than a stick of incense, Qin Yang's body suddenly froze, his hair stood on end, and his hair stood on end. There seemed to be nothing, but people couldn't help feeling a great fear in his heart.  , came suddenly.

    Qin Yang's eyes trembled, and when he looked up, he saw several sword lights coming from the side. After the sword lights, a haggard old man followed closely behind with a blank expression on his face.

    "Why did these guys go around here!" Qin Yang was a little anxious, this time he was about to be tricked to death by these guys.

    Even if he wanted to escape, he couldn't escape. The old man was mysterious and tyrannical, but he was unreasonable, killing people like hemp, and using cruel methods. If he fell into the hands of this old man, he would die a very miserable death.

    Before he had time to think about it, Qin Yang stretched out his hand and rubbed his cheeks, his bones all made a noise, and in the blink of an eye, he changed into the disciple of the Demon Stone Sect who had touched the corpse before.

    Then with a thought, he huddled under the tree trunk and continued to pretend to be dead.

    Now I just hope that I can get away with it by luck. Even if there is an accident, I can't let my true colors be seen by these disciples of the Magic Stone Sect

    Qin Yang prayed silently, if he escaped this time, he would definitely start a new life

    However, at this moment, several sword lights flying past in midair suddenly shattered, and several monks screamed in horror and fell from midair.

    After landing, several monks shrank in place like frightened quails, shivering, regardless of their physical pain.

    The old man paced over expressionlessly, walked up to one of the monks, and continued to ask in that hoarse and weird voice: "Do you know who this old man is?"

    The monk was so frightened that he rolled his eyes and was about to faint, unable to speak a word.

    The old man shook his head, stretched out his left hand, which was as dry as a chicken's claw, and pierced the monk's chest bit by bit, turning his body into a dry and rotten dead wood.

    "Since you don't know, what's the use of you." The old man shook his head and sighed, and went on to another young man: "Do you know who this old man is?"

    "Yes" The young man was stiff, and something seemed to be stuck in his throat. After he squeezed out a word, he couldn't speak anymore. Seeing the old man's claws getting closer, this guy seemed to have been opened up, and his potential exploded  , suddenly screamed: "It's Wu Yu!"

    The old man paused for a moment with withered claws, and suddenly there was another look in his stagnant eyes, and he continued to ask: "Who is Wu Yu?"

    "It's the Supreme Elder of the Demon Stone Sacred Sect five thousand years ago!" The young monk screamed, as if grasping at straws, and poured out everything he knew in one go.

    "The Supreme Elder Wu Yu is from the same lineage as me. I have seen the portrait of the Supreme Elder. Five thousand years ago, the Supreme Elder went out. I don¡¯t know why he was seriously injured.  In the depths of the tomb, in order to find a trace of the truth in the depths of the ancestral tomb, it is said that after only one message was sent out, there was no more news."

    After finishing speaking, the young monk had a glimmer of hope in his eyes, hoping to escape.

    "Pfft"

    The old man was expressionless, and his withered claws slowly pierced into the young monk's chest. The young monk's eyes were full of shock and bewilderment. He watched his torso slowly dry up and his vitality disappeared. He asked three words with difficulty:  "Why?"

    "You know too much." The old man shook his head and sighed, his eyes were foggy, and he muttered to himself: "Impossible, I'm not Wu Yu, if I were Wu Yu, why can't I remember, no, no, I  What are you going to do, who am I, I don¡¯t remember"

    After the old man said a few words to himself, his eyes returned to dead silence, and he walked towards another monk expressionlessly

    Not far away, Qin Yang's body was stiff, his eyes were also filled with astonishment and bewilderment, and there was a capital letter in his heart, plus six exclamation marks.

    This old man is definitely a lunatic, and he is a lunatic who is already dead. He can't communicate with him at all.

    For a moment, Qin Yang's head was so big that he didn't know how to get through this life and death.?? robbery.

    Escaping is definitely impossible. The old man's aura is weird and introverted. Just a faint trace is enough to suppress one side. It seems that a mountain is crushed on his body, and he seems to have fallen into the deep sea. There is terrifying pressure in all directions.  It is difficult to move a finger even when suppressed.

    The old man was babbling, crazy, and questioned the disciples of the Demon Stone Sacred Sect one by one, and the outcome was as expected

    ?Answer those who don¡¯t know is dead, those who know are dead, and those who don¡¯t answer are still dead

    Qin Yang's heart trembled, he always felt that he was out of luck this time

    Sure enough

    After killing all the disciples of the Demon Stone Sacred Sect, the old man immediately turned around and walked towards Qin Yang's hiding place, with an expressionless face and dead eyes, and asked the same question.

    "Do you know who this old man is?"

    Qin Yang was so suppressed that he couldn't move, his thoughts turned sharply, and he broke out in cold sweat, but he didn't know how to answer in order to follow the wishes of the dead ghost

    After a few breaths, the old man stretched out his withered claws and slowly stabbed Qin Yang's chest.

    Qin Yang's heart was beating wildly like a drum, and the energy and blood in his body were flowing like a torrent, rushing straight to his forehead. When there was already a tingling pain in his chest, Qin Yang's eyes were red and he opened his mouth to roar.

    "I'm dead! You're dead too! Why do you ask me? Ask the living!"

    The old man's arms stopped, and a trace of confusion flashed in his dead eyes.

    At this moment, Qin Yang's true energy gushed out, and a blood lama flew out of his arms. The strange blood-colored halo dissipated, and it was densely intertwined with veins like blood vessels. Suddenly, it squirmed rapidly.  Turned into the back of a Buddha wearing a tall hat.

    The muttering Zen sound seemed to resound through the void, pouring directly into people's minds. After the bloody brilliance faded away, it forced the old man with confused eyes back three steps.

    All of a sudden, the death energy gushed out from the old man's body, billowing like black ink, instantly resisting the blood-colored brilliance, and it seemed to be destroyed, and he turned around and came back.

    Qin Yang regained control of his body, immediately took out a sledgehammer with a broken handle, and smashed it at the old man's head with his hands. At the same time, he sacrificed the secret treasure of the pen holder.

    The old man had no expression on his face, his eyes were still confused, but instinctively, he raised his hand and stretched out a finger, and tapped it on the sledgehammer with a broken handle. In an instant, vigorous and dead energy gushed out, enveloping the sledgehammer with a broken handle.

    A little bit of red light floated inside the sledgehammer, and a huge scorching breath gushed out, tearing apart the dead air, and flew to the side without any movement.

    And the secret treasure of the pen holder also flew back immediately following the old man's finger.

    Qin Yang's face turned green, and his heart trembled. The gap is really too big

    Before he had time to think about it, Qin Yang gritted his teeth, jumped up, and jumped into the pen holder by himself.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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