As the poison of rotten corpse spread, many deaf and mute disciples of Su Xinghe immediately died of poisoning, which caused a chain reaction, and soon the outside of the wooden house was filled with poison gas.

Ding Chunqiu seemed to feel unsatisfied, so he snatched the torches of several deaf and mute disciples and threw them into the wooden house, and immediately burned a large fire around him.

He raised his palm and cut off a pine tree, then lit the stump, burned it into a pillar of fire, pushed it out, and rolled towards everyone.

"Good!"

Xiaolongnu looked at the wooden house burned by the fire, her face changed drastically, and she acted as if she was about to rush in to find him.

However, at this moment, the wooden house suddenly exploded from it, and wood chips were everywhere, and Mars splashed everywhere, and three figures of people flew out of the sea of ​​fire.

Facing the fire, if you look carefully, you will find that there is still one person on one of them.

Ding Chunqiu was not surprised to see the three people flying out from a distance, but when he saw the person on his back, he was immediately frightened and screamed a few times and fled in panic.

And it was Yang Guo, Xu Zhu and Su Xinghe who jumped out of the sea of ​​fire.

On the back of Xuzhu is Wuyazi, which has already transformed and passed away.

Seeing that Yang Guo was safe and sound, Xiaolongnu immediately breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly greeted him.

"Guo'er, are you okay?"

She stroked Yang Guo's cheek and asked worriedly.

Yang Guo smiled and said, "How come I have something wrong? But you, I just heard that there seemed to be a fight outside the house. You are not injured, are you?"

Xiaolongnu shook her head.

Seeing this, Yang Guo's nervous expression between his eyebrows was gradually relieved.

Xu Zhu, who was carrying Wuyazi, saw several of his uncles and uncles with blue faces and his uncle Xuannan who had died.

He immediately burst into tears of sorrow and was about to pounce on the bodies of several people.

Su Xinghe and Ding Chunqiu had been dealing with each other for thirty years. At first glance, they could see that these people were killed by the poison of rotten corpse. They could not touch them. They hurriedly grabbed Xu Zhu and said, "Young junior brother, you can't. The masters were already dead at the moment when they were rotten corpse poisoned. You rush forward now, don't you even want your own life?"

Xu Zhu cried in grief and couldn't help but kneel down to the ground, kowtowed several times at the bodies of several people, crying in silence.

Looking at the sea of ​​fire ignited around him, Yang Guo looked at Su Xinghe and asked him to order his disciples to dig sand and put out the fire source.

Now that Yang Guo has become Su Xinghe's junior uncle, he naturally does not dare to neglect anything and hurriedly ordered his disciples to put out the fire.

Yang Guo looked at him and found that all the people here had left. Even Yang Xiao and the people from the Honghua Society were also afraid of being surrounded by the fire and they all went out of the valley one after another.

When Duan Yanqing and the other two saw that the situation was wrong, they also left the valley and did not stay here.

Just as the deaf and mute disciples were anxious to put out the fire, Xu Zhu was as stupid as she knew that she could only cry at the dead bodies of Xuan Nan and others.

Seeing this, Yang Guo couldn't help but frown. Thinking of Wuyazi's explanation before his death, he felt very embarrassed.

...

Wuyazi connected himself with Xuzhu's Tianling Cap, and passed all his seventy-year internal strength to him through the "Baihui Point" on the top gate. However, during the practice, the skills he inherited would be different due to the other party's physique and understanding. Fortunately, Xuzhu practiced Shaolin martial arts since childhood and consolidated his foundation. After passing on the exercises, Wuyazi was surprised to find that the other party had absorbed more than 90%, which was also a surprise.

"It seems that you and I are really destined to be fate!"

At the end, such a thought flashed through Wuyazi's heart.

After passing on his skills, he seemed to have become a different person. His originally white and handsome face was covered with deep wrinkles that crossed, and his thick hair had all fallen off, while his long and bright black beard turned into white beards.

Wuyazi fell down weakly. Yang Guo quickly grabbed him, helped him straight and sat aside, and used the Nine Yang Divine Art as his brief extension.

Wuyazi looked at the other party gratefully, but unfortunately his whole body was soaked in sweat at this moment that he was so exhausted that he couldn't speak.

It was unknown how long it took for the breath in his mouth to gradually calm down, and at this moment, Xu Zhu gradually woke up from the pressure brought by the transmission of the power.

Xu Zhu sat up, looked at Wuyazi angrily and said, "You..."

But as soon as the word "you" was said, he was stunned. If he hadn't seen Yang Guo still beside him, he would have thought that thirty or fifty years had passed, otherwise Wuyazi in front of him would have looked so old.

Wu Yazi narrowed his eyes and said with a weak smile: "The task is done!" "Good disciple, you have a deep blessing, far beyond my expectations. Now you can clap your palms at this stone wall sky!"

Xu Zhu didn't understand why, so he slapped his palm as he spoke, and only a sound of a slap sound was heard. A stone wall in front of him collapsed halfway, which was even more powerful than when he put on several wooden boards with all his strength.

Xu Zhu couldn't help but be shocked and said in a daze: "What's going on?"

Wuyazi smiled very satisfied and said, "You have not learned this palm technique yet, and the internal energy you can use at this time is less than 10%. Besides, how is your master's hard work for more than 70 years?"

Xu Zhu jumped up and thought of something immediately. He looked at him in shock and said, "You...you...you really gave me all the martial arts you practiced hard?"

Wuyazi said, "You are my disciple. I have passed my lifelong skills to you, so why bother?"

"You...I..., senior, the young monk is a disciple of the Shaolin Sect. How could he deceive his ancestors and destroy the sect and join another sect?"

Xu Zhu didn't see any joy on his face, but instead looked sad and sad.

Wuyazi said in a solemn tone: "You don't have any of the skills of the Shaolin Sect, and you still say what kind of Shaolin disciple you are? And you have accumulated more than 70 years of magical skills in your body, so why are you not a disciple of this sect?"

Xu Zhu immediately looked confused, obviously he had never heard of the Xiaoyao Sect.

Wuyazi took his expression in his eyes and suddenly said proudly: "Traveling to the right of heaven and earth, controlling the debate of the six qi, and wandering in infinite is Xiaoyao, and you and I are both disciples of Xiaoyao Sect."

When Xu Zhu heard this, he couldn't help but feel shocked, and his eyes suddenly became clear, as if he was just passing the power of the other party, he was trapped in a dream, and his whole body was floating in the sky, flying in the clouds and fog, and diving into the depths of the blue sea, playing with the fish, and still being free.

In an instant, he seemed to feel everything shining into reality, and he couldn't help but feel excited and couldn't control himself.

Even Yang Guo, who was standing beside him, had a trace of enlightenment when he heard this.

Wuyazi continued, "Okay, I haven't had enough time. Please sit down and listen to my last fate at the end of my life!"

Xu Zhu didn't want to take on anything, but after listening to the other party's words, he couldn't help but sit down obediently and listened with his ears.

Su Xinghe, who was standing by, couldn't help but wet his eyes when he saw his mentor's condition at this moment.


Chapter completed!