Zhang Bushi of Guanxi and Ma Lu visited a famous teacher. After three years of hard work, he achieved success in the world.

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An Bochen quietly looked at his former comrades and partners, and for a while, shook his head and sneered.

Before he saw Zhang Bushi, he had more or less hope. After all, Zhang Bushi took action to kill the old demon and rescue Wuhua a few months ago, which inevitably made An Bochen wonder whether Zhang Bushi was still thinking about his old love.

After 180 years, when I saw Zhang Bushi again, the hopes in An Bochen's heart disappeared.

Once you enter the devil's way, you will feed the devil for life.

Zhang Bushi was still the man wearing a pair of linen shoes, but except for those pairs of cloth shoes, he had become another person from head to toe - Wuyoujun, the descendant of the magician.

He stood quietly in the night rain, as if he walked out of the ink painting, and could no longer notice the slightest "human" smell on his body. Instead, he was another creature with no emotions and no memories, so strange that it made people feel cold in his heart.

Is this a demon?

Looking at Zhang Bushi as if covered with a layer of mercury, and as if he was wearing a masked face, An Bochen said silently in his heart.

"Junior brother, what are you doing here?"

Long Yangjun smiled relaxedly, with a moving smile on his face, but deep in his charming eyes, there was a deep regret.

At this moment, he didn't know what was going on.

"Take your soul."

Zhang Bushi's voice did not fluctuate at all, but it was heard straight in the night rain, as sharp as a blade, piercing into Long Yangjun's heart.

Long Yangjun's body trembled, and his gentle and charming expression broke instantly. He stared at Zhang Bushi who was walking towards him fiercely. Yu Guang glanced at An Bochen, and his face showed a sudden look: "It's you! Wuyou Jun, if you collude with the evil spirits of the Eastern Realm, you are not afraid that Master will come back and destroy you into the boundless demon abyss!"

"Who will know."

The first Wang Feng spoke. When Zhang Bushi took steps, he had already rushed towards Long Yangjun from the side. His long white hair flew in the rain, and the heavy rain changed his image. Each raindrop turned into a round mirror. A man with white hair and white hair walked out of each mirror, hovering in the air, blocking Long Yangjun's escape route.

"Clang!"

At the same time, Wuxie showed his attack, An Bochen held a gun with one arm, and the energy locked Wuyoujun's vest.

One is the disciple of Deyi Brother, the other is the master of the mysterious Taoyuan, and the other is the master of secret techniques. In addition, An Bochen, who can survive in such a powerful combination of true immortals? The only thing that can be fought for is just how many matches can survive.

A burst of quick footsteps came from his ears. An Bochen knew that it was Mr. Huang Tian who found something was wrong and stopped walking slowly. After all, Prince Yin just wanted to suppress Zhang Qi, not provoking Kui Chao, and never ended.

"One move."

Amberchen said, his wrist slightly turned, and the spiral force surged out from the tip of the gun. The rain within a hundred feet turned into a domineering water dragon with his insignificant movement, spinning violently.

"good."

The first Wang Feng replied, he could also feel the huge aura that was coming, and he hadn't done a big deal for a long time. Although the days of accompanying Yue Qingqing to run the inn with a loss, they always felt a little dull without killing and fighting.

Zhang Bushi didn't say anything, as if he didn't hear it, but he was the first to take action.

The black hair spread out in the night rain and turned into thousands of threads. Zhang Bushi's figure seemed to fall from ink from clear water, spreading in a blink of an eye. When he gathered again, he had already appeared beside Long Yangjun.

Blood-red demons flew out from Zhang Bushi's eyes, and he pinched a seal in his hand to cover Longyangjun.

Long Yangjun had a pale face, and in a blink of an eye he turned into black smoke and flew in all directions.

All three of them are not inferior to him. How dare he resist? He just wants to escape as quickly as he can. When he drags the true immortal of the Yin Dynasty arrives, he will naturally be safe.

The seal of the gift was made by the method of making a seal, and the valley suddenly became brighter, as if tomorrow was in the sky, and the rain curtain was cleared and the earth was illuminated.

"When will you..."

Wuyou Jun screamed and hurriedly closed his body.

The Great Wheel Dharma Sun Xuan Sutra is also a magic skill, but it is extremely difficult to cultivate. It can dispel the magic energy and Dharma body when it is captured in the scorching sun and the sky. It is considered to be the nemesis of the demon cultivator. Therefore, it is tied up by the demon master and prohibits the disciples from practicing.

In an instant, several thoughts flashed through Wuyoujun's mind, but this was a critical moment of life and death, so he could not let his random thoughts.

He had just become more and more impressed. The first Wang Feng's "Wanyu Ming Mirror" came. Every raindrop carries a secret technique to seal Wuyou Jun's retreat from all angles.

At a critical moment, Long Yangjun finally showed his ability as the best disciple of the magician. A head appeared from both sides of his shoulders. The left head was a snake head full of scales, and the right head was a vulture with a pointed and long bird's beak, which was in sharp contrast with the handsome face in the middle. It was inconsistent.

The snake head on the left opened its bloody mouth and spewed out a faint green mist.

When the raindrops encounter fog and miasma, they condense into ice particles and hang in the air.

The vulture's head made a sharp scream, and ferocious demons appeared a hundred feet away, blocking the blood-colored demons in Zhang Bushi's eyes and fighting each other in an instant.

Just as Long Yangjun breathed a sigh of relief, a "clang" sounded, and an elusive arc like an antelope hanging on its horns was drifting in the air, and roared with the four forces of Feng Shui Fire and Thunder.

The expression of Long Yang Jun changed drastically. The time for this shot was just right, as if he had planned it. It happened that his old vital energy and new vital energy were the most unsustainable moment.

On the side is the first Wang Feng who was used to unfold the secret technique, behind him is the silver spear that emerged from nowhere, and in front is Wuyou Jun, which barely blocks the way Long Yang Jun's front, back and left and back.

A resolute look appeared in his eyes. Long Yangjun roared, his body suddenly became soft, and his flesh sank down, as if his bones were being pulled away.

This is his last life-saving skill - the Demon Emperor Guichen Great* method. After using it, he will be seriously injured in his vitality, but he can't take care of these things in order to save his life.

The sword flashed, and Long Yangjun's body trembled violently, and his face showed despair.

Before the Demon Emperor Guichen Great Technique was used, a magic knife had already penetrated from his lower body, replacing the bones to support his body.

The scorching sun disappeared and the heavy rain suddenly fell silent.

In a blink of an eye, a purple blood bead was raised, but Zhang Bushi pulled out the short sword between his eyebrows and left Long Yangjun's head.

Long Yangjun's soul flew out of his neck crookedly and bowed toward An Bochen and the other two. Zhang Bushi reached out, grabbed the soul, and pinched it suddenly. Long Yangjun's soul was crushed into a blood bead the size of a pigeon egg, and was swallowed by Zhang Bushi in one mouthful.

Speaking of which, Long Yang Jun is also a person who is not inferior to Zhang Qi and Peng San, but because he is too arrogant, he never thought that someone would dare to kill him in the land of Aoi Dynasty, so he lost his life in great aggrievance.

The first Wang Feng restrains his skills and turns his head.

An Bochen sighed softly and looked at Zhang Bushi, wanting to speak but stopping.

The three of them joined forces to kill Long Yangjun with one move. The tacit understanding of Kuangqi was still there, but it was like yesterday's dream. After Zhang Bushi devoured Long Yangjun's soul expressionlessly, he was beaten back to his original form.

The atmosphere became stiff and awkward.

At this moment, the old man Huang Tian finally arrived. He looked at the headless corpse on the ground in horror, then at An Bochen who turned his head and smiled and looked at him, and a little bad felt in his heart.
Chapter completed!