After hesitating for half a breath, Chang Ming made a move.

As early as when he approached Ah Rong, there was a bond of cause and effect between them. If he did not act, Ah Rong would surely die, and he would bear the cause and effect and hinder his Taoist heart.

Maybe it's not a wise decision to shoot at this time, but he has no choice.

The young master has a very high cultivation base.

Almost at the same time that Chang Ming appeared, his gaze had already locked onto the other party, and a puff of black mist shot out like a sharp arrow with a short blade, flying off the string with a snap of his fingers.

This was just a probing, throwing stones to ask the way, the black mist fell on this person, the black mist exploded, the body also disappeared, and the fragments flew.

The young master raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise.

Hua Fan had already been vigilant and hid aside, fearing that he would encounter disaster.

In her eyes, the young master is an extremely terrifying opponent, maybe at the level of a grand master, maybe a grand master, maybe above the grand master.

At the beginning of the cooperation, Huafan tried several times. Every time, she thought that she had found the bottom of the young master, but it turned out that she hadn't. The mind of rebellion.

Huafan claims to have seen the world and dealt with many monks, but she has been working with the young master for so long, and she can't see the origin of the young master—even if she is a casual cultivator, there must be a source, but the young master seems to be Born out of thin air, his spells, abilities, and gestures are full of mystery. He doesn't have a fixed magic weapon, but he can use it for himself everywhere. Even a straw can be turned into a poisoned poison in his hands. Sharp blade, his consciousness is amazing, and the painting fan is a little careful, the young master seems to know it all.

In front of a man who is almost like a **** here, Hua Fan dare not make the slightest mistake, so just now when the other party said that he would sacrifice a fox spirit as a sacrifice, she agreed with almost no struggle.

The same is true at this time.

Fragments fell one after another, the white paper was all over the ground, and the black mist around the young master gradually thickened. He immediately raised his sleeves and grabbed somewhere in the void!

A person was dragged out by him by grabbing the front of his shirt!

The young master didn't say a word, he almost didn't even react to the painting fan, his hand had already slapped the opponent's Tianling Gai!

There was a muffled bang, and the man fell softly to the ground with a muffled groan.

The painting fan raised his heart to the highest point, and exhaled softly, with a thrilling and unsatisfactory regret.

Solve people so easily? The young master really deserves to be the young master.

But the next moment, her eyes widened again.

The person who fell limply on the ground melted quickly, like a snowman meeting the sunrise, melting at a speed visible to the naked eye, and quickly turned into a puddle of snow water and disappeared into the snow.

Huafan couldn't help shrinking his neck when he heard the young master's sneer.

She knew that the other party was really angry.

The last succubus that annoyed him was crushed to pieces by the young master, and his soul was scattered.

"I admit that you are a little bit capable, but you are still a little short of time if you want to be my enemy!"

When the final word fell, he suddenly stretched out his hand and patted it!

The black mist and spiritual power are intertwined and turned into complex and obscure talismans at the moment of shooting. Before the painting fan has time to understand, the talismans suddenly become larger and slapped in the void.

A white shadow flashed, and was struck backwards by the talisman!

A Rong couldn't help but let out a cry, his worry was beyond words.

Hua Fan turned his head to look at her, he didn't even know when this little brat was dating a monk?

The white shadow fell to the ground lightly, and it was another puppet made of a piece of paper!

The young master was secretly annoyed, his eyes wandered around in private, he silently sank his breath, and no longer shot easily.

"Fellow Daoist, is it possible that this puppet technique comes from the Nangong family in Nanhai who is good at controlling things and transforming gods?"

His tone was not as high-profile as before, but relaxed, like an old friend talking, kind and gentle.

"Fellow Daoists have no grievances or enmities with me. Why do you have to fight to the death to benefit the fisherman? You might as well say what you want. If it can satisfy you, I will definitely do it for you."

At this moment, Huafan heard someone talking in the void, and responded to the young master.

"Fellow Daoist comes from a famous family and is well-informed. Could it be that you still can't guess my origin?"

Huafan's attention was attracted by the words "born in a famous family".

Could it be that this person actually knows the identity of the son?

She couldn't help stealing a peek, but unfortunately the light was dim, she was dressed in a black robe with a drooping hood, she could only vaguely see the outline of the chin, and couldn't see the young master's expression at all.

"It's a pity that Fellow Daoist guessed wrong. I'm just a peasant from the countryside. I'm all alone. How can I say that I'm famous?"

The young master squinted his eyes and answered casually, but he was actually searching for the other party's location.

He can be sure that the other party is around him, but this person's deception is so powerful that he is also temporarily deceived.

The world is so big, hidden dragons and crouching tigers are true, but as long as it is a powerful master, it is impossible to really completely disappear. There will always be various ways to make the other party famous in one fell swoop, and as long as he becomes famous, the young master asks himself. They all know the history.

Only this person in front of him is not like someone from the Nangong family, he is really weird.

Even though the Nangong family is good at controlling things and transforming gods, they have not been able to use puppet illusion to such a superb level, even their patriarch can't escape his own eyes.

Who is this person?

"Fellow daoist, why should you be modest? As you, you should be well-known in the world, but you came to Hongluo Town incognito, and colluded with the dream demon fox spirit. It seems to be killing people indiscriminately, but in fact there are other plans. Why don't you tell your plan first. Said, if we can cooperate, I will show up."

Every time the other party said a word, voices sounded from different directions, and Hua Fan felt in a trance that there were people in all directions, and he couldn't tell where this person was for a while.

The young master squinted his eyes, he didn't look around like a painting fan, but his body remained motionless, only his ears moved slightly.

It wasn't until the other party's last words caught his ears that he suddenly dodged, his figure turned into a phantom, and rushed towards the painting fan!

Hua Fan watched the young master come before her with a murderous look, her face showed horror, but she had no time to back off. The other party's hand slid past her, and she realized that the young master was not targeting her, but behind her!

Is there someone behind me? !

At the same time as the painting fan turned back, there was a sound of metal and stone clashing, like two swords meeting at the same time, the king will not see the king, and he will rest until death.

The sword light was like a rainbow, and the sword energy was chilling. Hua Fan felt a sharp pain in her back, and her body naturally fell out. When she fell to the ground and vomited blood, the dazzling sword light suddenly disappeared without a trace.

The son floated to the ground.

Unharmed, he stared at the ground with a sneer.

The painting fan followed his gaze, only to find a dark mark on the snow, which turned out to be sporadic blood on closer inspection.

"You are injured." The young master said.

He just fought against each other and found out the details of this person.

The opponent's cultivation base is not as good as his own, so he needs to use this erratic cover-up to delay time. If he competes head-on, the opponent is not his opponent at all.

Just let him catch it one more time...

"Fellow Daoist and I have no grievances in the past and have no grudges in the present. If you are willing to show up, I will let you go. Since Fellow Daoist is injured, why bother to support you? You didn't realize that talisman hit you at first, but gradually It will only feel like the hands and feet are soaked in ice and snow, the cold is piercing to the bone, and it feels like acupuncture, which is unbearable, and only I can untie it."

The other party hid in the dark, seemingly unmoved, and never appeared.

The two are now comparing patience.

The young master felt that the other party's cultivation level was not as good as his own, but if he stayed dormant, it would indeed be a big trouble for him.

The night is long and the dreams are many, it is better to solve it as soon as possible.

His eyes fell on a thin body behind the woodpile, the corners of his mouth slightly curved.

Are methods always thought of by people?

The young master suddenly floated over, and his shots were like lightning!

A Rong was startled, before he recovered, he saw that the young master wanted to kill him.

She didn't have time to react in a hurry, even the painting fan couldn't avoid the young master's attack, and she couldn't dodge it even more.

In the blink of an eye, she vaguely understood that the young master wanted to use her own life to force the senior to come out!

Even if the senior doesn't come out, her little life doesn't matter.

Seeing that the murderous intent was approaching, a gust of wind suddenly came from the side, and then her body was gently pushed away, and she fell to the side involuntarily.

The senior was indeed forced out!

The young master laughed lightly, and slapped Chang Ming with his palm.

His palm is different from the seal talisman just now, the black texture of the palm is cracked, and there are hidden golden threads in it.

In Chang Ming's eyes, these black and gold intertwined lines are like a sky-wide net. When he is under the hood, he is trapped around his body, weaving into a dense net, and he can no longer break free.

Chang Ming suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.

He is the young master, but also the black mist that lingers around him, as if he has seen it somewhere.

Even though he couldn't see this person's face, he also lost his memory...

Where did you see it?

A Rong watched the two face to face in a daze, the sword light in front of the senior cut off the black line, but hovered in front of the young master, no matter what he couldn't move forward, the sword light also gradually dimmed, no longer as dazzling as before.

On the other hand, Young Master, approaching step by step, clearly has the upper hand. He formed seals with both hands, and the black mist drew a circle in the air with his hand gestures. The position of a star in the sky.

The stars seemed to be moving, constantly changing various shapes, as if an invisible vortex sucked people into it, Ah Rong's mind was unknowingly attracted by it, held his breath, and subconsciously let out an exclamation.

She saw it—the prosperous age of the fox clan!

Thousands of foxes gather in the world, they are aboveboard, and there is no need to hide their identities, because they are the real masters of the world.

That's great, isn't this what they dream of?

But what about seniors?

Where did senior go?

Chang Ming was also controlled by Xing Dou on the "black plate".

At the moment Young Master pressed his palm on his chest, it seemed that this fight was destined to end in his failure.

Chang Mingjian tried his best to protect the lord, but he couldn't resist the attack from the young master. Chang Ming's whole body was wrapped in black mist, and all the black threads were like cocoons of trapped animals, bit by bit eating away at his spiritual power.

The young master is not in a hurry to take the other party's life, what he wants is the other party's cultivation base, to steal the day for his own use.

Chang Ming's vitality was being lost little by little in the black mist, but he never crushed the concentric bell in his hand.

Pushing away the black fog in front of his eyes, he seemed to see another scene.

Looking down, there are clusters of lotus flowers blooming everywhere, golden light overflows from the petals, the Buddha's voice is pleasant, and the heavenly music is fluttering, but these lotus flowers are not the pink ones that you usually see, but stone lotus carved from stone.

As far as the eye can see, the sky and the earth have changed color, are crumbling, and are about to collapse, and the stone lotus has also withered piece by piece, and the golden light overflows from it, but there is no sanctity at all.

Chang Ming felt very dizzy. He knew that his body, like these stone lotuses, was rapidly losing its vitality. He also knew that there was a difference in cultivation between himself and this "son", and it was difficult for him to resist the opponent's deadly attack. One blow, but he was still struggling, unwilling to use the concentric bell to call Yun Weisi.

Because Chang Ming wants to know what is the sense of familiarity that pulls his mind, he should know the young master, who is the young master?

Yes-

In the sky filled with clouds and mist, he used his body to block the fatal blow of his opponent's exhausted cultivation.

The Liuhe Candle Sky Formation collapsed, the grand master's mind and soul were torn apart, and the entire world ceased to exist.

"Yun Weisi, I may not be able to give you what you are looking for in me, but I have pursued the way of heaven all my life, and I have nothing else to ask for. Only you are my only mortal bondage. From now on , the soul flies away, there will be no future, if there is an afterlife—”

The voice suddenly exploded in my mind, deafening, and my heart shook.

Who is talking?

Is it himself?

The only mortal bondage...

Chang Ming closed his eyes, showing pain on his face. His body was under pressure from the enemy, coupled with the onset of fox poison, it was already like a bow that was stretched to the extreme, and it might break at any time, but the concentric bell in his palm remained the same. was not triggered.

He's about to see the truth!

Yun Weisi is his only mortal bondage, so the person opposite is—

Chang Ming suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes passed through the thick fog, through more than a hundred years of time, through the dark and difficult world-destroying formation, and came to this world where nothing had happened more than a hundred years ago. The cloud sees the moon, the overlapping of the figure in front of the eyes and the memory is seamless, there is no difference!

Falling plums!

He broke through the confinement seal of memory, and finally screamed that name out loud!

The black thread broke suddenly, and a dazzling white light exploded from Chang Ming's body. The Chang Ming sword seemed to sense it, and a clang resonated with its master!

The pride is dry, the purple air is coming from the east, and the sky is coming again, who else but me!

The young master suddenly changed color!

He found that the atmosphere around him suddenly changed, and the opponent who had no resistance in front of him suddenly changed. The black mist cleared, and powerful spiritual power rushed towards his face, accompanied by the face of the opponent who suddenly approached.

Sober and cold, fierce and domineering, a completely different person!

"It really is you!"

The young master saw the other party sneer, and he immediately took a picture!

The two spiritual forces collided, there was no buffer and tricks, and life and death met on a narrow road, only at this moment!

The son gave birth to the idea of ​​quitting.

He didn't want to die, and he didn't want to die in such an embarrassing way in the nameless Hongluo Town. He still had a lot of things to do.

Even if there was only a slight hint of retreat, the other party still noticed it clearly!

The moment the black mist dissipates is when both sides will suffer.

The son is back!

Without hesitation, he chose to abandon the **** to save the car, and without even looking at the painting fan, his figure disappeared without a trace, without a trace.

ended?

Huafan poked his head out cautiously, seeing that the young master was defeated, he was a little unbelievable.

The man stood motionless, standing like a stone sculpture.

One drop, one drop, the blood flowed from somewhere on his body and fell into the snow.

He was hurt, and badly.

The painting fan approached quietly, one step at a time, slowly raised his hand from his sleeve, and moved towards his back.