Taiping Inn

Tang Zhou's breathing gradually became heavy, and the armor on his body began to tremble slightly.

Tang Zhou knew that this was the beginning of the "Qilin Blood" attack. If he took off his armor, he could clearly see many bulges under his skin. Whenever this happened, he felt as if his internal organs were burning, and his blood and qi were burning. At the same time, a madness would arise in his heart, and he wanted to destroy everything in front of him.

Tang Zhou stretched out his hand to hold the tree trunk. After a while, the place where his fingers touched the tree trunk began to rise with wisps of green smoke, and his hand guard was burned red. Every time Tang Zhou breathed, the hot breath he exhaled would make the scene in front of him blur and distort, and he was like a huge burning copper furnace.

If it was just "Qilin Blood", it would not be so bad. With his realm and cultivation, he could completely suppress it by force. The key is the demon pill. After taking the demon pill and the "Qilin Blood" together, the demon pill becomes the fuel of the "Qilin Blood". The spark turns into a prairie fire, and finally reaches the point where Tang Zhou can't suppress it.

Tang Zhou finally understood that neither the Saint King nor the Earth Master had good intentions. No wonder the Earth Master didn't ask him for the demon pill afterwards. It turned out that he had such evil intentions. I think the Saint King is the same. If he had surrendered to the Earth Master at that time, the Saint King would not ask for the "Qilin Blood" either. Because both of them understood that after taking the "Qilin Blood" and the demon pill together, Tang Zhou had embarked on a road of no return.

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But in the final analysis, it was because he was too greedy. If he hadn't thought of taking both sides, how could he have fallen into such a situation. It's ridiculous that he wanted to take advantage of the situation between the two earthly immortals, but ended up burning himself.

Fortunately, fortunately, there is still the old master Song Zheng.

Song Zheng told him that in a village deep in the southern border, there is a secret treasure left by the ancient witch cult, which can help him completely eliminate the hidden danger of "Qilin Blood".

Because of this, Tang Zhou would leave Baidi City with his close confidants and come to the depths of the southern border, intending to find the legendary secret treasure of the ancient witch cult.

As for who is now sitting in Baidi City for him?

Of course it is the old master Song Zheng.

If anyone came to Baidi City at this time to find his bad luck, then he would not meet Tang Zhou, the general of Tiangong who is on the Taixuan list, but Song Zheng, the "demon knife" who is on the Laoxuan list.

I think it will be a big surprise.

However, if it is the Saint King Tan Taiyun, it is an exception. But then again, the Saint King is now far away in the grassland, how could he go to Baidi City?

Thinking about this, Tang Zhou felt that the burning sensation in his body was receding like a tide. He felt as if he had come from a hot desert to an oasis. Every part of his body was cool and comfortable.

He couldn't help but sighed, and his face showed an unconcealable joy. The moment of peace after extreme pain was more fascinating than any sexual intercourse between men and women.

Tang Zhou jumped down from the tree and ordered, "Let's go."

The elite members of the Qingyang Sect stood up and followed Tang Zhou. They lined up in a line on the rugged and narrow mountain road, like a long dragon, and headed towards the village.

When they were less than ten miles away from the house, Tang Zhou waved his hand, and the masters of the Qingyang Sect behind him jumped up one after another, like big birds, and scattered into the mountains and forests.

He wanted to surround the village from all sides and not let anyone go.

When it comes to life and death, it is always better to kill a thousand people by mistake than to let one go.

Tang Zhou stood still, and only started to move forward after all the Qingyang Sect masters were spread out like a big net. Each of his steps left a clearly visible footprint on the muddy ground, and each footprint was left with a little spark and curling black smoke.

When the first Qingyang Sect member wearing a green cloak appeared outside the village, the people in the village reacted. Many sturdy barbarians walked out of their houses with weapons in hand and rushed towards the sudden invaders. There were also many white-haired old people, leaning on crutches, muttering obscure spells.

Women, children and children hid in the house and dared not leave.

However, Tang Zhou brought all the elite masters of Qingyang Sect this time, among whom the lowest cultivation level was Xuanyuan Realm, and there were also masters of Xiantian Realm and Guizhen Realm. So although the number of people from Qingyang Sect was small, they had the advantage. Even though this village hides many unknown secrets, these barbarian warriors and wizards also have good cultivation, but they are no match for the people of Qingyang Sect.

Soon, barbarian warriors fell to the ground, and there were occasional casualties in Qingyang Sect. However, from beginning to end, the people of Qingyang Sect just acted silently, which formed a sharp contrast with the shouting and roaring barbarian warriors.

At this time, Tang Zhou was still walking slowly on the mountain road, leaving a string of footprints behind him, as if every step he took was very heavy, making him unable to move faster.

Tang Zhou stopped and looked up when he was still some distance away from the village gate. There was a mountain behind the village. The mountain was unknown, and it seemed that there was not much difference from the countless mountains in southern Xinjiang.

Halfway up the mountain, there was a huge cave formed naturally. At the deepest part of the cave, there is a man-made stone platform, on which sits an old man dressed in shaman-like clothing. He wears a feather decoration on his head, his white hair is casually scattered, his eye sockets are deeply sunken, and his face is haggard. He gives people the feeling of an old snake lurking in the darkness, making people feel a chill down their spines.

When the Qingyang Sect attacked the village, the old man was unmoved, but when Tang Zhou looked towards the cave, the old man who was originally closing his eyes and pretending to sleep suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were turbid and deep, Like an old snake hibernating from the cave, he saw the long-lost sun.

Tang Zhou smiled, "It seems that Duke Zheng did not lie to me, there is indeed something strange here."

The next moment, Tang Zhou soared into the sky, crossed the sky above the village, and landed at the entrance of the cave.

Many barbarian warriors in the village also saw this scene and wanted to run towards the cave, but were entangled by the Qingyang Sect and were powerless.

The old man in the cave asked in pure Dawei Mandarin, "Who are you?"

"My name is Tang Zhou." Tang Zhou reached out and pressed it on the hilt of the knife at his waist. "The knife in my hand is called 'Rebirth'. It is eight feet and nine minutes long and weighs thirty-nine pounds. It is with my two brothers. Different swords, I don’t kill many people, but all those who die under this sword are masters. Today I want to use this sword to save countless dead souls here."

The old man in the cave was silent for a moment and said, "You are here for that thing."

"That's right." Tang Zhou laughed, "Rebirth" was unsheathed three points, and the sword light shone brightly, reflecting the slightly dim cave.

Tang Zhou said, "If you are willing to hand over it, I can let go of the village at the foot of the mountain and retreat. If you are unwilling to hand over it, I will kill all the people here and then find them slowly."

Before he finished speaking, Tang Zhou drew his sword suddenly, and the sword air was emptied, and a crack was winding like a dragon and snake, running through the entire cave.

The old man's chest was cracked, and a thin red line appeared on his chest, and blood oozed out.

Tang Zhou's voice sounded again, "This knife is my sincerity. The next knife, I will not be so polite."

The old man looked down at the wound on his chest, slowly got up from the stone platform, and came to the middle of the cave.

This is his answer.

Tang Zhou was not polite either. He swept his body, as if he had shrunk into an inch, and appeared in front of the old man and slashed him with a knife. At the same time, the old man pushed his palms flat and landed hard on the armor on Tang Zhou's chest.

Tang Zhou's sword left a deep bone-deep wound on the old man's forehead, but the armor on his upper body was shattered inch by inch, accompanied by the endless "slam" sound, it fell to the ground like a raindrop, revealing lines. The distinctive knots and muscles can also clearly see the strange bulges that are wandering under the skin.

Tang Zhou took a step back and shook off the residual armor on his body, and the armor leaves on his lower body were still making a "rattle". He narrowed his eyes slightly, "Some skills. But do you know why I have to wear armor? Because only wearing armor can suppress the qi and blood that seem to be boiling in my body, and I can keep an eye on the spiritual platform Qingming. Only when I have spiritual platform Qingming can I follow you Negotiate terms.”

Tang Zhou threw away the "rebirth" in his hand, with a bare hands and a cold voice, "Old guy, no matter whether you hand over that thing or not, you and the village at the foot of the mountain will die."

The old man was not afraid, but sighed: "I understand why you want that thing. If you don't have that thing, you can't suppress the hidden dangers in your body. Now you clearly let it go but cannot accept it, can do it but cannot stop it. .”

Tang Zhou sneered, "So what? Killing you is enough."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Zhou had already punched him.

This punch was not very fast, but it was very slow, but it was very powerful, like a mountain coming towards it, dark and black, making people breathless.

The old man looked solemn and slowly pushed his palm.

One punch and one palm, one big and one small, one in its prime, one in its twilight years, colliding together, the huge cave and even the entire mountain trembled suddenly, and countless dust fell down.

Tang Zhou swept his arms across his arms, and it seemed that a strong wind swept through the cave. The wind blew across the cave, and another sound of sobs and ghosts cried.

The old man barely blocked Tang Zhou's cross arm and swept it, but groaned and took a step back.

"Is this the only skill?" Tang Zhou took a step forward, "After all, you are old, your qi and blood are withered, and you have no hope of immortality. The intention of the human immortal fist is greatly damaged. How can you be my opponent?"

After saying that, Tang Zhou punched him straight and the old man took another step back.

Tang Zhou kept punching, and the old man stepped back step by step, and was soon forced to retreat to the position of the stone platform.

Tang Zhou used all the cultivation level obtained from "Qilin Blood". Every punch and palm contained the most yang and strong fiery force. The old man felt the flames and huge force surged, and he immediately took a step back. My throat was sweet and I vomited another mouthful of blood.

Tang Zhou laughed loudly and jumped over.

The two of them intersected with four palms, and the old man suddenly bleeding from his seven orifices.