The cat demon in Douluo world

"You vicious woman, this old man will tear your body to pieces and turn your bones into ashes."

The old man in Tsing Yi struggled to get up slightly tremblingly. Although he was missing a leg and an arm, he could still stand up with his cultivation, but standing on the ground with one leg felt a bit funny, like It is the exclusive love of the golden rooster independent general, the president keeps a low profile.

His voice was hoarse, as if something was stuck in his throat, making an unpleasant rubbing sound.

He limped and slowly walked towards the Palace Witch. Although he had no face or expression, anyone could see the ferocious look in his eyes. It seemed that he wanted to eat the witch's flesh and drink the witch's flesh. of blood.

He was an ancient martial artist in the state of fetal breath, almost died in her hands. Although he still has a mouthful now, he was almost destroyed half of him. Let alone going further in the future, it is not bad if his cultivation base does not regress.

Destroying his body and cutting off his path to the pinnacle of martial arts was simply a matter of sworn hatred.

He moved towards the palace witch step by step. Although it was very difficult to walk, he could at least walk. However, the witch could not move a finger at this time. Later, he would have to tear the vicious woman alive.

"Master Uncle, it's not good, Master Uncle, it's not good."

Suddenly, a panicked voice resounded in the silent forest, and then a figure ran over from one place, with a look of panic on his face, shouting loudly while running.

After a while, the man ran up to old man Fu Qing, panting, and seemed to have run a long distance along the way.

Fu Qing stared at the young man in front of him, and was slightly taken aback. This man was wearing the clothes of an outer disciple of the Changtian Sect.He subconsciously thought that this person was a disciple of the Changtian Sect. After all, besides the witch, who else would dare to enter this area without authorization.

"What's the fuss?"

Fu Qing said hoarsely, facing the young man with a terrifying face. His eyes were cold and cold, and anyone who saw them would feel cold in their hearts.

He was very unhappy with the little outer disciple in front of him who was disturbing his revenge.

"Uncle Master, the Master Master is dead. He died just now."

Mo Wen gesticulated and described it for a long time, but he didn't explain a thing clearly, his face was full of panic and fear.He just kept saying that the master master died and something happened.

"what"

The two protruding eyeballs of the old man in Tsing Yi suddenly widened, and he looked at the young man in disbelief, his dilapidated body suddenly turned cold.

How could the head brother die? What happened? With the head brother’s cultivation, who else can kill him?

That witch is no match for the senior brother of the sect master, how could something happen to the senior master of the sect.

A moment. The thinking of the old man in green became a little confused. The sudden news frightened him so much that he couldn't even turn his head.

Gong Biluo, who was lying on the ground not far away, found the boy who appeared suddenly.The pupils shrank slightly, a flash of astonishment flashed in the eyes, and the beautiful face was stupefied for a moment.

Why did he appear here? Didn't he leave the Changbai Mountains?

"So what happened"

The old man in green grabbed Mo Wen's collar. He almost yelled, but the words were half-sent. But suddenly I realized something was wrong

The young man in front of him is just an ordinary outer sect disciple. How could he appear here? The aftermath of the wave of Taiyin Qi just now cannot be resisted by the ancient warriors in the Dan Bao realm. At this time, he is either dead or has withdrawn from the distance of a thousand meters. Foreign experts are on campus.

How could he, an outer disciple, survive? Moreover, he had just fought with the witch for only half a stick of incense. How could the head brother die? That was almost impossible.

Almost instantly, a sense of vigilance rose in his heart.

"What happened, you go to hell and ask your senior brother who is in charge and you will know."

A strange smile suddenly appeared at the corner of Mo Wen's mouth. The next moment he had prepared his two hands together. Two breaths, one cold and one hot, emanated from his body. One hand was fire, the other ice, but they disappeared in an instant. , only an invisible light ball appeared in his palm.

"Just die."

His figure flashed, and the old man in green was almost close to each other in an instant, and then he pressed a palm on his chest.

At this time, although the old man in Tsing Yi felt a little bad in his heart, it was too late, and there was no time to stop Mo Wen who was close at hand.

After all, the injuries he suffered at this time were almost incalculable, and his reaction was not known to be much slower.

That palm patted the chest of the old man in green without hindrance, and the next moment a terrifying invisible ripple spread out, sweeping around silently, covering a distance of ten meters in an instant.

Wherever it passed, all the trees were silently turned into dust, and scattered on the ground one after another.Those withered trees completely disappeared from the woods and turned into piles of dust. The surrounding space seemed to open up, not like standing in a forest, but like standing in a square.

The old man in green eyes widened and looked at Mo Wen in disbelief. The corner of his mouth twitched, as if he wanted to open his mouth to say something, but no words came out.

Suddenly, there was a dull blasting sound in his chest, and a huge hole appeared at the position of his heart. The front and back sides were connected, and the scenery on the other side could be seen from one side.

And his heart, completely turned into ashes, disappeared directly from the chest cavity.

He looked down at the big hole in his chest in astonishment, and then slowly fell backwards.

He never dreamed that he, Fu Qing, would one day die in the hands of a young man. Even the witch did not kill him, but he would die in the hands of an unknown junior whose name he did not even know.

After the palm was slapped, Mo Wen's figure flew upside down in an instant, spat out a mouthful of blood with a puff, his complexion was pale, and his breath was sluggish, as if he had suffered from a serious illness.

The palm just now was almost the strongest attack he could unleash, the fusion of yin and yang, something he couldn't control at all, and if he used it without reservation at this time, it would naturally end up in a lose-lose situation.

But apart from the terrifying power formed by the fusion of yin and yang, it is almost impossible for him to kill a master in the fetal breath realm, even if the master in the fetal breath realm is seriously injured and only has one-tenth of his strength left.

In order to kill Fu Qing, Mo Wen paid a high price, and what he couldn't control was to hurt the enemy one thousand and self-damage eight hundred.Fortunately, the old man in Tsing Yi died, but he was still alive.

After the figure crossed a certain distance in the air, Mo Wen forcibly turned over, controlled his body to fall down, looked around, and then a few flashes appeared beside the palace witch, carried her on his back and ran away.

Now is not the time to care about how much you have been injured. If you don't leave, I am afraid that no one will be able to leave the empress' growth plan.

Fortunately, the storm created by the Taiyin Claw of the Palace Witch just now cleared out everyone around them, so the journey was smooth and no one from the Changtian Sect appeared to intercept them.

After a while, Mo Wen and Gong Witch disappeared into the woods.

The surviving disciples of the Changtian faction all hid thousands of meters away, not daring to approach the center, for fear of being affected again, until they found that there was no movement inside, some people noticed something was wrong and walked back cautiously .

However, the scene in front of them made everyone turn pale with fright, their bodies became stiff, and they felt cold all over. The palace witch disappeared, and their master and uncle turned into a dilapidated corpse, dying a miserable death Incomparable.

Uncle Master is a top expert in the fetal breath realm of the Changtian Sect. That witch is a bit too terrifying. She was able to kill Uncle Master even when she was seriously injured. She is simply a terrifying female devil.

Everyone felt chills in their hearts, secretly thinking that they were lucky enough not to encounter the witch directly.

After about half a stick of incense, a terrifying aura rose from a distance, sweeping like a storm, the next moment it was still in the distance, and it appeared in front of me in the blink of an eye, like a fleeting image, once the phantom flashed, There was one more person in the barren pit.

This person was dressed in a white robe, his beard and hair were white, his face was thin, and his eyes were flat. He looked like an ordinary old man, and there was nothing unusual about it.

But the way he appeared was so astonishing.

"The head master."

After the white-robed old man appeared, all the people from the Changtian Sect bowed and saluted immediately, their eyes filled with awe, and their hearts that were trembling before suddenly became extremely stable.

With the master master here, naturally there is no need to be afraid of that witch.

"what happened"

The old man in white robe looked at everyone indifferently, his voice was calm, but he had an aura of calmness and authority.

"Uncle Master, Uncle Fu Qing"

An old man who was in the realm of holding pills stood up and said to the old man in white robes tremblingly. He pointed at the unrecognizable corpse not far away with a trembling hand.

The white-robed old man was taken aback when he heard the words, and his eyes were cast on the dilapidated corpse whose original shape could hardly be seen.

The next moment, his figure appeared in front of the corpse. He stretched out his hand to grab it, and the corpse appeared in his hand. If it wasn't his junior brother Fu Qing, who was it?

At this time, Fu Qing was almost dead, no matter how powerful he was, he would be powerless to recover.

"Who killed Junior Brother Fu Qing?"

The old man in white robe finally lost his previous calm and calm expression, his face was a little ugly, and the anger in his eyes could be seen by anyone.

In the entire Changtian Sect, there are only seven ancient warriors in the fetal breath realm, and each one of them is cherished extremely. They are the elders of the sect, the pillars of a large sect, and a symbol of strength and status.

Compared with the other nine sects, their Changtian sect has not many ancient warriors in the fetal breath realm. Not to mention being at the bottom, it doesn't have much of an advantage. None of them can make it into the top six. See more Weixin official account: hhxs665