Wang Wenjun couldn't hold the knife and flew out of his hand. Suddenly, a black figure teleported to Wang Wenjun, and a pair of cold and sinister eyes in his robe stared at him, making him feel like he was frozen all over.
However, Wang Wenjun, who was interrupted by a good thing, could not give up and punch the man in black: "Who are you?"
The man in black robe easily caught Wang Wenjun's fist with one hand, and clenched it hard, and a hoarse voice made in his throat, as if a faint sound from the depths of hell, filled with cold murderous intent and violence: "Pigas Mountain Ivy? It's just ordinary flowers and plants, and you've actually refined into treasures. It's so ridiculous."
"Let you see what the real poison is."
In a moment, the man in black robe grabbed Wang Wenjun's hand and corroded quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a while, his entire right arm disappeared and turned into a thick white bone. Wang Wenjun screamed repeatedly and fell to the ground involuntarily, struggling in pain, rolling around, but to no avail. Black poisonous gas spread throughout his body, and slowly corroded into a corpse, without any vitality.
"Dong!!!"
As soon as the man in black robe clenched his five fingers, Wang Wenjun's bones also exploded violently, and white mist floated up, which was extremely terrifying.
"Go...she!"
Some people who were fragile in their hearts couldn't help but vomited out when they saw this scene, and a strong smell filled the air.
Mu Shanhai, who was fighting with Bu Wuhen, heard such a big movement behind him and suddenly looked behind him. This scene was in sight.
Suddenly, a primitive fear rose from his heart.
Black robe, highly poisonous, shouldn't it be...
It's him!
Without caring about so many, Mu Shanhai came to the man in the black robe, knelt on one knee, and saluted respectfully: "Goodbye to the Lord!"
"You have no value now, you can die." The man in black robe had no emotion in his words, but just raised his hand slightly and pointed it at Mu Shanhai.
"No... Sir, listen to my explanation. I didn't mean it! I'm not!" Mu Shanhai begged for mercy repeatedly, his knees lit the ground, knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing.
"Oh? Then tell me why do you do this?"
Seeing that Mu Shanhai had already recognized him as the old man in Dushan, the man in black stopped pretending and began to hold him accountable.
"I just didn't notice that he actually wanted to kill him. I'm so sorry, sir, I really didn't mean it!" Mu Shanhai's expression was sincere, nodding like a dog, and pleasing to the old man Dushan.
Seeing this, everyone looked surprised and could not believe that this was true.
The battle between the Three Saints of Mushan and Hai was full of power, but how could it become this flattering look now?
There must be ghosts!
When Xue Qi saw this scene, he probably understood in his heart that after Mu Shanhai captured Qiankun, the person he handed over to was probably him!
The old man from Dushan smiled gloomyly and continued to ask Mu Shanhai: "Do you really think so?"
"Really!" Mu Shanhai did not dare to refute, nor did he dare to look at the old man in Poison.
"It's really good." The old man Dushan looked relaxed and asked Mu Shanhai to rise up, "Then what are you going to do to save him?"
Mu Shanhai nodded repeatedly, but a second thought appeared in his eyes, but a flattering smile still appeared on his face: "The younger one must be an adult, I will do whatever he wants... There is absolutely no ambiguity! Look..."
As he was talking, Mu Shanhai approached the body of the old man Dushan, but his spiritual energy suddenly surged. He surrounded his body with many giant swords formed by the gathering of sword energy of the Eight Desolate Desolate Desolate Desolate Desolate.
"Immortal Techniques·Thousands of Changes!"
"Hahaha! Go and die! Ghost thing!"
This attack was his long-established attack, with all his strength!
Even if the old man from Poison Mountain is a powerful person who enters the realm of transformation, he can only kneel down when facing the Eight Desolate Sword Qi!
Neither of the two priest realms can stop you, and I don’t take you seriously if you enter the realm of transformation!
But obviously, Mu Shanhai was thinking too much, and just gently twisted the fingers of the old man Dushan, and the giant sword was thrust away by him.
In an instant, the old man from Dushan disappeared from the spot, then came to Mu Shanhai and grabbed his forehead.
Mu Shanhai howled in pain, but at this moment he could no longer make up for the mistake he made, and could only die in a burst of shrill cry.
"Master Ming...Brother Lie..."
Mu Shanhai fell here!
After eliminating the hidden danger of Mu Shanhai, the old man from Dushan did not waste the Eight Desolate Sword Qi. Of course, it did not belong to Mu Shanhai's body, but was temporarily stored in his body.
After Mu Shanhai died, this sword energy of the Eight Desolates flew out and was captured by the old man in Dushan.
All the officers and soldiers present wanted to hide, and some wanted to escape, but they were all solved by the old man in Poison Mountain in an instant.
Death is consistent, and the technique is cruel.
Although the disciples of Jiange were frightened by the vicious means of the old man Dushan, they finally solved such a great disaster for Mu Shanhai and Wangdu.
At this moment, a huge rock that was pressing on everyone's hearts had been destroyed and shattered and disappeared.
Mu Shanhai untied all the constraints on everyone, and everyone cheered and shouted happily.
The old man from Dushan gave Qiankun a pill. Qiankun was about to vomit, but was stopped by the old man from Dushan.
The injuries of all sizes of Qiankun were repaired bit by bit and gradually improved. Even a trace of scars disappeared. Qiankun moved his body, and his muscles and bones were restored to the point without any flaws, and the feeling of fatigue was wiped out.
Qiankun looked at the old man in Dushan. Although he was confused, he always had to say thank you. He bowed respectfully to the old man in Dushan, and looked serious, and his eyes emitted an extremely excited light.
"Senior, I really thank you for your life-saving grace! Qiankun cannot repay you, I hope you will be worshipped by Qiankun!"
As he said that, Qiankun was about to kneel down.
The old man from Dushan held his body, smiled gently, and shook his head.
The old man from Dushan was about to turn around and leave. Yun Wuyue felt a little anxious when he saw that the benefactor who saved them was leaving. Before he could thank him for his righteous deeds, he let him leave like this. Does it seem that their Jiange is insensitive and ungrateful?
Yun Wuyue took the lead in front of the old man in Poison Mountain and bowed deeply: "Senior, please wait."
The old man from Dushan looked at Yun Wuyue with a cold expression. He seemed to be not thinking too much about him, but after thinking about it, he still asked, "Is there something wrong?"
"Senior saved us, we are very grateful. I hope that as a guest of honor in our Jiange, we will entertain you very much! How about it?" Yun Wuyue lowered his body and bowed his bow, with a very sincere attitude.
The old man from Dushan looked at Qiankun, smiled slightly, shook his head, calmly: "It's just a simple task, you don't have to take it to heart."
"If you are grateful, then thank the boy, because of him, I will save you."