Chapter 37 Beheading

Six reincarnations, karma.

Five hundred years ago, before the six paths, in the last reincarnation, Bai Mujue used "pull out the tongue" to plunder the "ghost escape" and "mirror fairy art".

And in this life, "he" has to pull out his tongue to take away Bai Mujue's "rejuection"!

is the most dependent magic power that Bai Mujue has always relied on!

As soon as Bai Mujue saw this technique, he was stunned and looked at the old prophet. It was not until the milky white beam of light wrapped around his neck that he said with difficulty: "I don't know how many years ago, you hid in this altar. Although I have never confronted with you and talked to you several times, I didn't expect you to It's a ghost! You are even familiar with this 'tongue-puling technique'! If I had known today, I should have killed you!"

The old prophet sneered and said, "For the praise of the White Lord, I'm just revenge and resentment. These are what you owe me, and today is the day for your repayment!"

After saying that, his fists were clenched fiercely, and the milky white light was even brighter. King Yecha grabbed Bai Mujue and couldn't move at all. His whole body moved like sieves, and his body trembled violently. Gradually, he unconsciously opened his mouth and poked out his tongue out little by little.

Bai Mujue's appearance seemed to be "pulled out" as if he was really "pulled". "He" suddenly screamed and spit out a mouthful of black mucus!

The old prophet sneered and said, "You finally spit out your 'truth'. Is this rejuvenation? I'd like to taste it. What on earth is this?

Bai Mujue sweated profusely and no longer struggled. Looking at the black mucus slowly flowing in front of the old prophet along the connected white light, he smiled in a low voice.

His laughter turned out to be so bitter. It's actually the kind of bitterness that enters the bone marrow!

Even Lin Qinglong couldn't help but be slightly moved. He raised his head and looked at the dying Bai Mujue in front of him.

"What are you laughing at?" The old prophet asked, and his eyes were still hateful. After all, Bai Mujue was the one who had killed him with his own hands. There was no hatred comparable to this hatred.

"Thank you..." Bai Mujue's eyes were lax. After a violent shaking, his body stopped. Only a slight breath and a bitter smile seemed to be a little dull, and there was no longer the original mania.

"Thank me for what?"

"Thank you for killing me."

"Then you don't have to be so polite. I will naturally kill you. If you scum are alive, it will only bring disaster to this family."

Bai Mujue smiled bitterly and said, "You're right. Killing me is my salvation. Xu Wuzi left 'conscience' to Gu Qing Zhenren. I and Heishan are blood split without 'conscience'. When Heishan died, I can feel that he has lost his soul. Even if Daluo Jinxian comes here, he can't bring him back to life. In my life, I have such a friend. He's dead, and I should go."

The old prophet looked stunned and sneered, "Do you know that you are just a blood split. Without a real soul, your death will never be surpassed. Whether it is humanity or ghosts, you will no longer exist."

Bai Mujue said galantly, "I know, but since I've walked in the world, it's not a waste to die," he turned his head and looked at Lin Qinglong and said, "You two are almost the same, but you are older, but if you accept my 'truth', I promise that you will become like this little. The forest is as young as the forest.

Bai Mujue said to Lin Qinglong again, "Your cultivation is very high, your magical power is also strong, and your understanding of the battle is unparalleled. Although it is not as good as the nihilistic son in those years, it is not far from each other. But your killing machine is too strong, and the devil is born from the heart. If you can't restrain your heart demon, it will change the dead spirit into your own true spirit. Although it is full of power, it will eventually affect your heart. Even if you become the strongest person in the future, you will eventually fall into the devil's way, just like a nihilistic son.

Lin Qinglong was slightly stunned. Seeing that Bai Mu was dying and his words were also good, he asked, "How about the virtual son?"

Bai Mujue shook his head, and his pupils gradually spread and blurred. He said, "Xu Wuzi, he has always passed his own level. Lin Qinglong, among the three blood splits you have seen, Gu Qingzhen is 'throbbing conscience', Black Mountain is 'you are young and frivolous', and I am 'to keep a low profile'. In addition to the three of us, there are four other blood splits. Those splits are not even known to me and Montenegro. Their strength is stronger and hidden is deeper. Because Black Mountain and I only have the memory of when the nihilistic son was young, we may not even be able to use the success of the nihilistic son, but the four blood splits in the back are much more powerful than us, more ferocious and bloodthirsty. You have to be careful.

Lin Qinglong asked, "Why did you tell me this? You were going to kill me. In the eyes of you and Montenegro, killing me is even just a game.

"I don't know either." Bai Mujue's voice became weaker and weaker. He gasped and said to the old prophet, "Before you die, tell me who you are?" Why can't I see through you? Although you look very similar to Lin Qinglong, I know his background. You can't be any of his relatives.

Lao Xian knew, "I'm actually..." At this point, I didn't say any more. I just said, "I'd better send you on the road!"

The finger stroked in the void, and a red light flashed. He immediately cut off Bai Mujue's head, and the blood suddenly burst out like an injection!

Lin Qinglong and Su Meier breathed a sigh of relief, took their true breath and stood up.

The Yasha King did not have the support of true qi, and immediately broke away.

On the slate ground, only Bai Mujue's body was already in a different place, and blood splashed five steps.

The old prophet suddenly became happy and danced a little. Lin Qinglong had never seen the old prophet look like this. It was thought that the old prophet had been waiting for a long time to kill Bai Mujue at this moment. At this moment, he really killed it, but he was a little at a loss.

The old prophet opened his mouth and swallowed the "rejuvenation truth" suspended in mid-air.

As soon as the black mucus was in the mouth, the old prophet's appearance suddenly changed again, as if he was younger, the surroundings disappeared, and the skin was as smooth as jade!

Lin Qinglong and Su Meier were stunned when they saw the old prophet's appearance. The old prophet has obviously become exactly the same as Lin Qinglong, or even the same young. Except for the difference between the clothes on their bodies, there is no difference.

"Why do you look at me like this?"

Lin Qinglong spread out his hands, was helpless, and sighed, "I'm afraid that Meier will not be able to distinguish between you and me in the future... To be honest, even I can't tell what's the gap between you and me now."

The prophet smiled and said, "Are you afraid that I will rob your wife? Don't worry, I will disappear for a while. There are some things that I haven't figured out. I want to find out. After I find out, I will go back.

"Go back?"

The prophet said, "If there are two of you in this world, it is really unreasonable, and as long as you and I die one of them, the other will die. I'm not worried that you will involve me to die, but in that reincarnation, I still have some things to finish."

"But what about my 'ghost escape'?"

The prophet laughed and said, "You are still so stingy. If you can 'pull your tongue' now, I will return the 'ghost escape' to you now, but you can't 'pull your tongue', so it's a pity... But I can tell you another secret. If you practice 'undead power' to the peak, you can break through it. Six ways, shuttle through time and space, come to me in the last reincarnation, and it's not too late for me to return it to you.

Su Meier interrupted and said, "Mr. Hongyan, you said that at that time, I don't know how many years later." Then he smiled again and said, "But the old prophet is really similar to Lin Qinglong. They all like to grab magic weapons and take advantage of them. Ha ha, I really don't know if you two will get along well."

At this point, all three of them laughed, but suddenly there was a loud noise around them. Large pieces of boulders fell from the top of the cave, and the stone slabs under their feet also broke apart.

The huge stone wall was severely damaged, covered with huge cracks, and then it cracked into pieces, and the rocks were pierced through the air, and the muffled sound was continuous.

Lin Qinglong asked in surprise, "What's going on?"

He thought it was the old prophet who moved his hands and feet, but the old prophet said, "I don't know what's going on. Come on, grab my shoulder and I'll take you to escape!"

In an instant, the three of them left the altar.

On the earth, there is dust and smoke!

Huge cracks cracks crack on the ground, like cobwebs, densely.

The whole earth is in a restless vibration.

"Grandma, what's going on?" Huangfu Biao ran out with a gray face, followed by the darts master of the Megatron Dart Bureau. All of them were covered with dust, which was not very good-looking.

The ground shook so hard that even these men with kung fu couldn't stand and fell to the ground one after another.

The surrounding stone house walls collapsed one after another, and several people had been injured and bleeding. Although Bai Mu never killed them, he didn't expect that the inexplicable throbbing of the earth would kill them!

"Look! There are demons in the sky!"

I don't know who suddenly shouted loudly. Everyone looked up one after another and saw a person in the air. Under the moonlight, he was opening his wings, dancing gently, and fixed his body in the air.

The man's appearance was not real. He only saw that he had a pair of huge black wings and slowly danced.

The shouts of the darts attracted the man's attention. "Oh," he said to himself, "I didn't expect that there were still living people here?" He glanced at the crowd and said to himself, "It looks like a mortal. It's really strange that there are no people of the Baiyan clan. Who killed all the soldiers of the black and white clan? But it doesn't make sense for these mortals to live. Let's kill them all for the time being!"

After saying this, he waved his hand slightly, and a large black feather arrow suddenly flew out of his sleeve, covering the sky and rushing towards everyone.

How can the people of the Megatron Bureau have a way to fight? There was a timid look on their faces, and their hands and feet were like demons, and they couldn't move. Even the leading Huang Fubiao and Mu Zhong had no idea!

At this moment, I suddenly heard a childish voice: "Don't be afraid, everyone, I'll save you!"

Suddenly, a huge tortoise shell fell from the sky, wrapping the people of the Megatron Bureau in it.

The sound of "chi chi" breaking through the air was endless. The black feather arrows hit the huge golden turtle shell one after another, but they could not enter at all. They lost their strength and slid down one after another.