"You want to lock down my Qi and soul and kill me in one blow? A very good idea. Alas, you didn't succeed, because you're already old. "
Black Robe walked up to the small carriage. The cold wind blew through the holes in her black clothes, making them look like the war banners of the netherworld.
Shang Xingzhou's eyes remained indifferent at this sight, but the young Daoist boy hiding behind him began to tremble in fear, his small face pale and his body trembling.
The human cavalry around him had not sensed what was happening on the small mountain. It was obvious that Black Robe had used some sort of trick.
The battle on the plains continued, and it was even more intense. The Mountain-toppling Fiend seemed to be getting closer.
The Second Demon General suddenly led the tribal leaders and experts in an attack on the Central Army Tent.
Outside Xuelao City, the sounds of fighting rang out, and all of this was to conceal the killing intent on the small mountain.
Shang Xingzhou indifferently said, "I truly am very old, because I'm not like you. For the sake of living a few more years, you actually used such a disgusting method on your body. The once-number one beauty in the world has become like this, neither human nor ghost. In the future, when you die, will you still have the nerve to meet that brother of yours? "
"Shut your mouth!"
Black Robe's voice became shrill, echoing over the small mountain like a needle.
In an instant, many small holes appeared on the painting in the sky.
"You people don't have the right to mention his name!"
Black Robe angrily shrieked.
In the next moment, he calmed down. The entire process was abrupt and bizarre.
His face, which was not covered by the hood, was green. Coupled with the faint smile that gradually appeared on his face, it was all the more bizarre.
"I will kill you, and then I will have my brother kill you again in the Netherworld, kill you countless times."
Shang Xingzhou's expression remained calm as he said, "You first have to be able to kill me."
After saying this, he suddenly started coughing. He coughed so hard that his straight back gradually bent like an old pine tree.
The young Daoist boy supported his arm and constantly stroked his back. His eyes were moist as he called out in his childish voice, "Ancestor, is Ancestor okay?"
Shang Xingzhou straightened his body with some difficulty and waved his hand.
"Look at your pitiful face covered in wrinkles and your head full of white hair. How can you possibly be a match for me?"
Black Robe looked at him and said, "So, die."
The words "go to hell" could only be heard in the marketplace. Moreover, the people who said these words were usually shrews, and they carried some kind of curse.
However, Black Robe said these three words very calmly and elegantly, because he did not mean to curse, he was merely stating a fact that was about to happen.
His calmness hid some admiration that could not be expressed verbally, or perhaps it could be said that they appreciated each other's talents.
After all, in the past thousand years of history, he and Shang Xingzhou should be the two most outstanding schemers.
It was a pity that the final realization of any conspiracy still relied on force. Victory or defeat still depended on life and death. It seemed to be a little lacking in beauty.
Black Robe disappeared.
When he reappeared, he was already in front of the car.
There was no link between the two images, as if they were two independent events.
The mountaintop was silent.
The grass sank slightly, revealing a few clear footprints.
The afterimage of the black robe was like the tip of a giant pen against the greenish-yellow background. The ink was very full, as if it was about to draw a painting or a scroll of cursive calligraphy.
This brush did not fall on the giant painting in the air, but on the car.
Black Robe's thin and wizened finger, suffused with a faint green glow, stabbed at Shang Xingzhou's throat.
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A hint of regret appeared in Shang Xingzhou's eyes.
As was said before, he and Black Robe were the two most outstanding schemers in the world.
In truth, he also very much wanted to exchange blows with Black Robe.
Alas, he truly was old.
In the last tens of thousands of years, he was the only one who had succeeded in cultivating the Canon of Flowing West, and he understood the majestic power of time better than anyone else.
Every night in the last ten years, he had sensed the passing of his life and the dissolving of his soul.
He was a legitimate successor of the Orthodoxy and was not willing to use evil techniques to prolong his life like Black Robe, and his strength was also inferior.
Just now, he had failed to lock down Black Robe's Qi and soul, so now he could only wait for Black Robe to kill him.
He was very regretful that he had not been able to fight with Black Robe at his peak. He did not need to fight to his heart's content, but rather to use all sorts of strange schemes, to fight to the extreme.
Besides this, he had no regrets. Like death?
He had driven the car up the mountain precisely to lure the demons to kill him.
Luring out Black Robe was already the best result he could think of.
There was a small stream outside Xining Village's old temple, and there were many fish in the stream. Yuren and Chen Changsheng liked to watch the fish play by the stream, but his favorite activity was fishing.
Whether it was koi or red thread, whether they were big or small, whether they were steamed or braised, they were all delicious.
He was the world's most extraordinary old fisherman. Today, he had become the bait, so who could escape?
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The autumn sun was high in the sky, the brightest moment of the day.
Black Robe's mood was as bright and beautiful as the sun.
The brighter the surroundings, the darker the carriage seemed.
His hand was still two feet away from Shang Xingzhou.
He saw the regret in Shang Xingzhou's eyes, and he also saw the young Daoist boy's terrified eyes.
But in the next moment, he saw a speck of white appear in the dark carriage.
Just what was that ghastly, pale white thing?
It was not the face of a ghost demanding one's life, but a piece of white paper?
Soon after, a biting cold light pierced through the darkness and slashed at Black Robe.
It was incomparably bright, like someone had lit up a sun in the carriage.
It was so cold that the grass on the slope was instantly covered in a thin layer of frost.
What sort of light could simultaneously possess these two completely different Qis?
Ten-some li away, in a swamp, Wang Po leaned against a withered tree, staring at the nearby Mountain-toppling Fiend, his expression extremely focused.
Suddenly, he sensed something and turned his head to look at the small mountain.
At almost the same time, the Mountain-toppling Fiend also turned in that direction.
The Demon Commander's cold gaze suddenly became feverish, and then it rapidly cooled, filled with worry.
The Second Demon General and the tribal leaders and experts attacking the Central Army Tent also sensed the appearance of a powerful Qi.
Chen Changsheng and a few Divine Generals also sensed this Qi.
Xu Yourong's perception was the clearest and most accurate, because she was the most familiar with this Qi.
When she was young, she had been very bored in the Imperial Palace, so she would often go play with that spear.
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Black Robe howled as he retreated with unimaginable speed.
Snow clung to his eyelashes, and everything he saw was suffused with a rainbow light.
Including that spear that had pierced through the darkness.
There was a soft squelch.
Black Robe landed on the grass several dozen zhang away.
A hole had appeared in the right side of his chest.
Blood gushed out of it.
It was an abnormally terrifying sight.
Golden specks of light drifted out of the bloody hole, making it seem like a setting sun.
"Why is this spear in your hand!"
Black Robe looked at the carriage on the summit and angrily said, "Why are you here?"
A breeze rustled the white paper.
Xiao Zhang walked out of the carriage, a spear in his hand. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to cast a recommendation vote or monthly vote at Qidian (). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please go to M.)
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