Way of Choices

"Want to lock my Qi machine soul and kill it? Good idea, but unfortunately you haven't succeeded because you are old."

The black robe walked towards the car, and the cold wind walked through the black hole, looking like a ghostly battle flag.

Looking at the scene, Shang Xingzhou's eyes were still indifferent, and the little Taoist who was hiding behind him was scared, his face white and trembling.

The human cavalry around didn't notice the movement on the hill, and it was obvious that the black robe used some means.

The war in the wilderness continued and became more intense, and the figure of Inverted Mountain Hammer seemed closer.

The second demon suddenly led those tribal patriarchs and powerful men to attack the Chinese military account.

There was a burst of sound outside the snow old city, and all of this was to cover the killing machine on the hill.

Shangxing Zhou said indifferently: "I am indeed very old, because I am not like you. In order to live a few more years, I actually made such a disgusting means on myself. Don't look like a ghost, will you be so kind to see your brother after you die in the future?"

"You shut up!"

The black robe's voice became sharp, like an iron needle, spreading across the hill.

There were many small holes in the painting in the sky in an instant.

"You guys are not qualified to mention his name!"

The black robe screamed angrily.

The next moment he calmed down, and the whole process seemed very sudden and strange.

His face, which was not covered by the hood, was blue, and the smile that appeared gradually became even more weird.

"I will kill you, and then let my brother kill you again in the underworld and kill you countless times."

Shang Xingzhou's expression was still calm and said, "First of all, you must be able to kill me."

After saying this, he suddenly coughed, so badly, that his always straight waist gradually bent into an old pine.

The little Taoist held his arm and kept touching his back, his eyes full of water, and shouted innocently: "Ancestor, is it okay?"

The business boat stood up with some difficulty and waved its hand.

"Look at your poor face with wrinkles and white hair, how is it my opponent?"

Black robe looked at him and said, "So, go die."

Go to death, these three words are generally only heard in the city, and these words are usually shrews, with a certain curse.

But the black robe said these three words very calmly and elegantly, because he didn't mean to curse, but just elaborated an upcoming fact.

In his calmness, there are hidden admirations that can't be advertised, or rather sympathetic.

After all, in the past thousand years of history, he and Shang Zhou should be regarded as the two greatest conspirators.

It is a pity that any conspiracy still depends on the use of force, and victory or defeat depends on life and death. It seems to have a little less beauty.

The black robe disappeared in place.

When he appeared again, he had arrived in front of the car.

There is no link between the two screens, it seems to be two separate events.

The top of the mountain was silent.

The grass sags slightly, and several clear footprints appear.

The residual image dragged out by the black robe is like the tip of a giant pen before the blue-yellow background. The ink is very full, and I want to make a painting or a cursive scroll.

The pen did not fall on the giant painting in midair, but fell on the car.

The thin fingers of the black robe, with a pale blue light, pierced the throat of the Shangxing boat.

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There was a pity in the eyes of Shangxing Zhou.

As mentioned earlier, he and the black robe are the two best conspirators in the world.

He actually wanted to play against the black robe.

Unfortunately, he is really old.

For tens of thousands of years, he was the only master of the practice of Xiliu Daomen who knew the power of time better than anyone else.

Every night in the ten years, he was feeling the passing of life and the emptiness of the soul.

He is the orthodox heir of the state religion, he does not want to use evil methods like the black robe to continue his life, and the realm strength is no longer as good as the other.

Just now he wanted to lock down the black robe's Qiji soul, but he couldn't succeed. Now he has to wait for the black robe to kill him.

He regrets that he failed to fight the opponent in the heyday. He does not need to be happy, but he has to do his own tricks, and he must use his polar battle to do everything.

Other than that, there are no regrets, such as death?

He drove up the mountain to lure the demon to kill himself.

Being able to seduce a black robe is already the best result that can be imagined.

There is a small stream outside the old temple in Xining Town. There are many fish in the stream. Yu Ren and Chen Changsheng like to watch fish by the stream. His favorite thing to do is fishing.

Whether it is koi or red thread, whether it is large or small, whether it is steamed or braised, it is delicious.

He is the most amazing fishing man in the world. Today he made bait, who can hide it?

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The autumn sky is the brightest moment of the day.

The mood of the black robe is as bright as the sun.

The brighter the surrounding environment, the darker the carriage.

His hand is two feet away from the merchant boat.

He saw the regret in the eyes of the firm, and the terrified eyes of the little Taoist.

At the next moment, he saw a little white suddenly appear in the dark compartment.

What is that pale and pale?

Not the face of the ghost that killed, but a blank piece of paper?

Immediately afterwards, a gleaming light broke through the night and cut towards the black robe.

Very bright, as if someone lit a sun in the compartment.

Very cold, the grass on the hillside was instantly covered with a shallow layer of frost.

What kind of light will have these two very different breaths at the same time?

In the swamp more than ten miles away, Wang Po leaned on the dead tree and looked at the figure of the fallen mountain hawk not far away. His expression was extremely focused.

Suddenly, he felt something and looked back at the hill.

Almost at the same time, the inverted mountain hawk also turned in that direction.

Mo Shuai's cold eyes suddenly became fanatical, and then cooled sharply, causing a lot of worry.

The second demon general who attacked the military account and those tribal chiefs and strong men also felt a strong breath.

Chen Changsheng and some gods will also feel that breath.

Xu Yourong's feeling is the most clear and accurate, because she is most familiar with this breath.

She was bored in the palace when she was a child. She often went to play with that gun.

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Black robe screamed loudly and backed away at an unimaginable speed.

There was snow on his eyelashes, and everything he saw was glowing with colorful light.

Including the gun that broke through the night.

Puffed softly.

The black robe fell on the grass dozens of feet away.

A hole appeared in his right chest.

The blood kept flowing out.

It looked terrifying.

The golden light flakes floated out of the blood hole, and looked like a touch of setting sun.

"Why is this gun in your hands!"

Black robe looked at the car on the top of the mountain and said with an angry emotion: "Why are you here?"

The breeze flicked the white paper and made a loud noise.

Xiao Zhang came out of the carriage, carrying an iron gun in his hand.

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