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Chapter 2357

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Song Qingshu's scalp felt numb. Could it be that he had really encountered a thousand-year-old ghost?

However, after the initial panic, he quickly calmed down. This blurry figure was most likely an impersonator, so he took out the Water Moon Saber and slashed at the arm.

The figure waved its hand, and Song Qingshu felt a strong force on the saber. The saber in his hand almost flew out of his grip, and he could not help but be shocked.

Because he was worried that he would be exposed, he subconsciously used the level of the Water Moon Sect. Originally, with the martial arts of the Water Moon Sect, it was more than enough to deal with most situations, but he did not expect that this fellow, who he did not know was actually so powerful.

The figure took advantage of his shock and directly grabbed Wu Chen and threw him over. Song Qingshu did not dare to be careless, worried that the figure had used hidden force on the other party, so he gently caught Wu Chen. In the end, he found that Wu Chen's head was hanging weakly to one side, and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth. Obviously, his neck had been broken.

The black figure rushed to the other side like lightning, grabbed Huo Qingtong, and left. Song Qingshu could not help but glare at Wu Sun angrily. "Why didn't you make a move?"

Wu Sun was also dumbfounded. "I made a move, but he did not respond to my mental strength."

Song Qingshu frowned. At this moment, he did not care about anything else and hurriedly chased after the figure. Previously, he had accidentally lost Ah Man. This time, he could not let Huo Qingtong be lost under his eyes.

The black figure was extremely fast. Even though it was carrying a person, Song Qingshu did not hold back anymore. He pushed his speed to the limit, and after a while, the distance between them was getting closer.

Seeing that he could not escape, the black figure suddenly stopped and threw Huo Qingtong to one side. Then, he turned around and looked at Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu did not dare to be careless, and stopped to be on full alert. The black figure in front of him was indeed a person, but his whole body was covered in a black robe, and he could not see his face clearly. "You are not a ghost."

The person snorted. "Unfortunately, you are about to become a ghost."

As soon as he finished speaking, he pounced at Song Qingshu. As he attacked, the surrounding light distorted, as if there was an invisible force field affecting the surrounding air.

Song Qingshu found it difficult to breathe. Now that things had come to this, he did not dare to hold back his strength. He focused his mind and slashed at the darkness in front of him.

This time, he did not imitate the bladesmanship of the Water Moon Great Sect. Instead, he used the Divine Blade Slash of the Mandarin Duck Blade. A bright full moon instantly cut through the darkness and illuminated the whole stone chamber.

The black shadow had already retreated several feet away. There was a small knife mark on his sleeve. His face was solemn. "You are definitely not from the Water Moon Sect!"

"You know the Water Moon Sect?" Song Qingshu frowned and thought back to the move he had just used. Suddenly, a thought flashed in his mind. "You are a Tongtian Shaman!"

The black shadow's eyes narrowed, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes. However, he couldn't see through the black shadow, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

At the side, Huo Qingtong's eyes widened. Having been enemies with the Mongolians for a long time, she naturally knew who the Tongtian Shaman was. As the spiritual leader of the Mongolians, why did he fight with this group of Mongolians? Didn't he just kill Wo Chen?

Also, it was said that the Tongtian Shaman had the cultivation of a Grandmaster. He had the ability to communicate with ghosts and gods. How could this Water Moon Great Sect fight him to a draw? Jin Yong's Chinese

Wait, the Tongtian Shaman mentioned that he wasn't from the Water Moon Great Sect. Thinking back to the situation when he solved the Soul Suspending Ladder, who was this person?

"Since you guessed my identity, I can't let you go today." The Tongtian Shaman's body shook, and his aura surged. Two black hole-like things appeared in his palms. A black shadow spread out from his feet and quickly spread to the walls. It was like a huge mouth from hell that was about to pounce at Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu hurriedly stopped him. "Cult Master, don't panic. Our goal is actually the same. There is no need to kill each other."

The Tongtian Shaman sneered. "The same? How do you know what my goal is? "

Song Qingshu said, "I was a little puzzled before. Although this maze was built by the Gaochang Ancient Country to deal with the Tang Army, after a thousand years, no mechanism should be working. But when I entered the cave, the traps seemed to be new, and the scarabs in the box couldn't have lived for a thousand years. Now it seems that it is all the work of the Cult Master."

The Tongtian Shaman snorted and didn't say anything. At the same time, he gathered his strength and didn't attack again.

Song Qingshu continued, "We came to find the treasure on behalf of the Khan, but the Cult Master chose to deal with us. Just now, you killed the patriarch of the Hongjira Tribe, Wo Chen. It can be said that you got rid of the Khan's right-hand man. After thinking about it, it is obvious that the Cult Master wants to deal with the Khan. I disguised myself as the Water Moon Great Sect and hid beside the Khan. Naturally, I also want to deal with him."

All this was thanks to Zhao Min. If she hadn't analyzed the situation in Helin City, he, as an outsider, wouldn't know the intrigue among the Mongolian higher-ups.

The Tongtian Shaman's eyes narrowed and suddenly laughed. "I also know who you are."

"Oh? I'd like to hear the details. "Song Qingshu's heart skipped a beat.

The Tongtian Shaman looked at him deeply. "Although there are many masters in the world, there are only a few who can tie with me. There is only one person among the younger generation who is good at Lightness Skill and has a conflict with the Khan. He is the Golden Snake King, Song Qingshu!"

Huo Qingtong exclaimed and couldn't help looking at him in surprise. She didn't expect that this person turned out to be Song Qingshu in disguise. No wonder he took care of her along the way … Thinking of this, she couldn't help blushing. Fortunately, they were in the dark and didn't have to worry about being seen.

Song Qingshu was silent. At their level of cultivation, it was not too difficult to roughly estimate the age of the other party. It was also expected that his identity was guessed.

The Tongtian Shaman suddenly laughed. "Hahaha, fine. With your identity, you are qualified to cooperate with me. However, today's matter is of great importance, and there can be no leakage. This woman can't be left alive."

As he said this, he struck Huo Qingtong. The attack of a Grandmaster was very powerful, and she was tied up and unable to resist. She could only watch as the palm of the Tongtian Shaman slipped away.

"Have mercy!" Song QingShu used his Dragon-capturing Skill to pull her to his side, dodging the other party's casual palm strike.

The Tongtian Shaman's eyes narrowed. "What, you want to protect her?"

Song Qingshu said in a low voice, "This woman has led the Woodtable Lun Tribe to defeat the Mongolian army several times over the years. She is the target of Temujin's revenge. If you kill her, won't that be exactly what Temujin wants?"

The Tongtian Shaman snorted. "Of course I know that, but our identities are very sensitive. We can't let others know. Even if it's a pity to kill her, we still have to kill her!"

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