The Supreme Being

The green-robed man held an oil-paper umbrella in his left hand, and drops of rain fell from it in a line, like a scattered bead curtain, slightly covering his face. Only the paleness of his temples showed the vicissitudes of years.

But at this moment, in Wu Hengjian's sight and other senses, there was nothing else between heaven and earth except this umbrella and this person. The heavy rain suddenly faded away, like water stains wiped off the mirror. The dark clouds and the long street disappeared at the same time, falling into the void, leaving only darkness.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, Wu Hengjian's heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, like beating a drum, and an indescribable sense of danger arose.

The green-robed man in front of him was terrible!

Extremely terrible!

Similar thoughts echoed wildly in Wu Hengjian's mind, and he felt that this was the strongest enemy he had ever encountered in his life!

It's not like he had never met a master before, but he had never been hostile. He didn't know if he felt the same when facing the oppression of a master. In short, compared with the Soul-Chasing Demon Lord who almost killed him once, the pressure caused by this master in front of him was much stronger.

The blood rushed back to his heart and gushed out again. Wu Hengjian felt his hands and feet weakened. He had an irresistible negative thought in his heart and couldn't think of a fight.

Would the pressure of momentum and mind put him on the verge of failure? Wu Hengjian was an outsider after all, with rich experience, and tried his best to get rid of this influence.

Suddenly, the green-robed figure in his pupils grew larger rapidly, filling his vision, as if floating in front of him in an instant, and then holding an umbrella in his left hand and reaching forward with his right hand.

This hand was white, shining, slender and powerful, and it chopped out obliquely like a sword.

With this chop, Wu Hengjian's senses were strangely restored. The sound of splashing water entered his ears, and the heavy rain splashing with water mist shone in his eyes. A layer of accumulated water flowed on the wide and long street, washing the stone slabs and connecting the houses on both sides.

But all this was so slow. The heavy rain was like sticky honey, falling little by little. The water mist was like an old man who was about to die, expanding a little bit, and the intervals between the splashing sounds were very long, which made people sleepy.

The slow nature, the slow world, the slow body and feelings, they were so harmonious that Wu Hengjian could not tell that there was something wrong, but the right palm that chopped diagonally maintained a normal speed, which made the "slowness" conspicuous and weird.

Through observation, simulate the palm from the surface of Jian Ershisan's Qi circulation route!

Of course, it was just a modified and weakened version of Jiang Zhiwei.

Of course, it was just the surface state.

It was slow, but it was actually an illusion. In essence, it was a palm derived from the "Seven Illusions of Immortality" driven by the core true meaning of Ananda's sword technique!

How could this be? How could there be such a palm technique? Wu Hengjian's thinking was slow, and he seemed to be able to do nothing but sit and wait for death. He watched the palm strike his head, and felt a great sense of danger in his heart. It was really the only time in his life that he encountered this man in green robes in front of him, like a god or a demon!

After all, he was not an ordinary person. At the critical moment, he forcibly raised his hands, put on a swallowing posture, opened his mouth, and the darkness appeared, spinning rapidly.

Then, he took a deep breath.

Suddenly, the vitality of heaven and earth, the palm power of rain, all poured into his mouth, his body, and his hands, as if hundreds of rivers flowed into the sea, and it was endless.

The rain curtain was torn apart, the palm power was destroyed, and the long street seemed to have rolled up a whirlwind, and everything was involved, and Wu Hengjian was the core and source of the whirlwind!

The illusion disappeared, and Wu Hengjian saw the world clearly, the scattered dark clouds and heavy rain, and the man in green robe holding an oil-paper umbrella at the entrance of the alley in the distance. He was nearly middle-aged, with white hair on his temples, deep facial features, elegant and vicissitudes, standing there quietly, as if he had not made a move just now.

At this moment, he saw Meng Qi take a leisurely step, and the movement gave people a wonderful feeling, as if he had stepped beyond the sea of ​​suffering and reached the other side in one step, and appeared directly in front of him, and slapped out lightly, completely ignoring the swallowing momentum and the "dark" suction spreading around.

This palm did not carry palm wind, did not emit palm power, and did not even move the world, just lightly falling down like a leaf.

But Wu Hengjian's pupils shrank rapidly, and he could not restrain himself more than his dull senses just now, because this palm seemed to be opened simply, but in fact he could not grasp the rules at all. It seemed to be everywhere, and it seemed to be nowhere. He didn't know how to block, defend or hide!

I am the only one in the world, I am everywhere, I can be seen everywhere!

Even though he is not a Buddhist, Wu Hengjian can taste the deep Zen contained in the palm, as well as the horror of killing all things and the filth of decadence and sinking. They are wonderfully connected in Zen, neither one nor the other!

The palm and I are the same!

When this thought came to his mind, Wu Hengjian was already desperate, and the sense of danger was even greater than before. Even if he raised his spirits and forced his hands, he could not stop this palm at all.

It is simply unstoppable!

Suddenly, his face became ferocious, gritting his teeth, no longer holding back, no longer daring to hold back, a dark mark suddenly grew between his eyebrows, full of decadence, killing, and bloody taste, which immediately dispersed the Zen and condensed the devil's energy.

Snap!

The white and powerful palm converged, and appeared directly behind many defenses, hitting Wu Hengjian's forehead with a detached, self-centered attitude, hitting him so hard that his head was bleeding, his head was dizzy, and his soul was shaking.

If it weren't for the protection of the black magic mark's surging power, the consequences would be disastrous!

Even so, the black magic mark had faded, turning into an inky light, combining with the monstrous magic energy that emerged from Wu Hengjian's body, rising from the ground and quickly escaping to the port.

"Eh..." Something unexpected happened. Wu Hengjian's backhand exceeded Meng Qi's expectations. He was half a beat too late before he turned into a rainbow, walked through the rain curtain, and chased after him.

On the long street, the accumulated water washed the stone slabs. The raindrops fell again and soon returned to their original state. There was no damage caused by the two outdoor fights. The power of control and the weirdness of the fight were evident!

Mo Guang fell into the sea silently, dived quickly, and escaped quickly, but the sense of danger in Wu Hengjian's heart did not diminish at all. It seemed that the god-like man in green robes was only one step away from him, and he would soon be able to escape. To catch up is like a thorn in the back!

The danger was getting closer and closer, and when Wu Hengjian couldn't suppress his despair and fear, he suddenly felt light all over, and that feeling disappeared inexplicably.

He was astonished to find a large ship on the sea surface not far away. It was seven stories high and majestic. There were flags on the front and rear, with different characters written on them:

"Donghai Jianzhuang";

"what"!

It turns out that I encountered the He family's ship in the East China Sea, and I really shouldn't die! Wu Hengjian breathed out a sigh of relief, feeling relieved. No wonder the terrifying man in green robe did not dare to pursue him.

At this time, a silk thread with a curved hook fell in front of his eyes. Looking up, he could see an old man with sparse and yellow hair standing on the edge of the boat. His breath was restrained, without any fluctuation. If he didn't look at it, , unaware that he is here.

Seeing that his whereabouts were discovered and there was an extremely terrifying enemy behind him, Wu Hengjian did not dare to escape, so he escaped obediently and flew onto the deck.

"Young master lets you in." The old man with yellow hair said calmly and continued to catch his fish.

Wu Hengjian followed the instructions and stepped into the cabin, where he saw someone sitting in front of the window.

Even when he is sitting, he is half a head taller than an ordinary person, his eyebrows are like swords, his eyes are like pools, his posture is casual, and he is confident, as if nothing in the world can trouble him, and no enemy can make him sleep and eat uneasily.

"I've met the young village master." Wu Hengjian knew that the person in front of him was the "Invisible Sword" He Jiu.

"What happened in Linhai City? Why did you run away in such a hurry?" He Jiu asked directly.

Wu Hengjian's heart moved, and he told the whole story, from the fact that he found out that Mr. Yun's death was strange to the mysterious and terrifying green-robed strongman who blocked the road and intercepted him. He didn't say a word maybe because he was silenced, but people couldn't help but think so.

He Jiu gently tapped the table in front of him and said in deep thought: "The two palms of the man in green robe each have their own mysteries and are difficult to fathom. The former is similar to the Xuantian Sect's method, and the latter I have never seen anything similar, so I can't tell the origin. Do you have any clues?"

Wu Hengjian shook his head: "I have never heard of such a strong person."

He Jiu took out a jade slip with talismans and seal characters on it, and asked Wu Hengjian to imbue it with the outline of what he just saw, and then identify it based on the breath and appearance characteristics.

If not, just think about the slow-sleeved green robe, deep facial features, frosty white temples, elegant temperament, vicissitudes of eyes, holding an oil paper umbrella, there are not ten thousand in the world, but eight thousand!

Wu Hengjian also wanted to know who did it, so he inspected it briefly, put the jade slip on his forehead, and imbued it with images.

He Jiu looked at it, his expression unchanged, and threw the jade slip out of the window, where it was dragged away by the fishhook.

After a while, an old voice came: "Judging from his breath and appearance, he is the poisonous devil from the past."

"He? His strength has increased greatly and cannot be underestimated." He Jiu said to himself, with interest in his words, as if he wanted to weigh in on the current Poison-Handed Demon Lord.

Not only is it not to be underestimated, it is truly like a god and a devil! Wu Hengjian thought to himself, and then said: "I have escaped from the left path and been chased by evil spirits. I have always been secretive and confident that I can be intercepted and killed casually. If the Poisonous Hand Demon Lord can stop me, there must be someone behind the scenes who can inform me." !”

"Do you have a suspect?" He Jiu asked with a smile.

Wu Hengjian replied thoughtfully: "I have met several elders of the Zhu family, the Tie family, and the Yun family in the past few days. If it is said that Xingzang has been leaked, they are the most likely. But unless they have the secret method of tracking secretly, with my vigilance, It shouldn’t have been impossible to discover…”

"Then who knows where you are hiding?" He Jiu still looked confident and calm.

"The Thirteenth Master of the Yun Family, Miss Yun Qi, is a leader of the local boat gang. He is my close friend and this is the hiding place arranged by him." Wu Hengjian was not biased and told everyone who knew.

He Jiu slowly asked questions to help Wu Hengjian clear his thoughts.

…………

On the shore of the port, Meng Qi held an oil-paper umbrella and stood in the heavy rain, looking at the ships on the sea.

"Interesting." He whispered to himself, turned around, slowly stepped into the rain curtain, and disappeared into the mist.

The last dark demon mark on Wu Hengjian just now is very similar to the demon lord he saw at the beginning!

Although they are by no means similar, they can be seen to be of the same origin!

Did it come from someone who entered the Demon Tomb earlier than himself and Gu Xiaosang, or is there something else hidden?

Originally, Meng Qi didn't care about the outcome of this incident. He only wanted to gain trust quickly and get closer to the plain girl. Unexpectedly, something related to the Demon Lord appeared, and it became a bit interesting!

I’m back, I’ll have three more updates tomorrow~