Chapter 967 The Yellow Bird is Behind
"Senior, please don't! I am the son of the unruly Ganming Holy Land. My master is Wang Song, the 29th Holy Lord of Ganming Holy Land. I hope that you will spare me this time for his sake. I swear that I will never step into this place again. Please spare my life!"
At the critical moment, Zhou Zhentian's face turned pale and he begged bitterly.
When the black-clothed masked man heard the words "Ganming Holy Land", he suddenly stopped, as if he had discovered a new world, and said in a deep voice: "Are you really from Ganming Holy Land?"
Hmm?
'Zhou Zhentian' didn't have much hope, but when he saw that the other party stopped after he announced his name, he coughed violently, indicating that he was about to be crushed to death.
With a stomping sound, the black-clothed masked man let go of his hand, and 'Zhou Zhentian' fell to the ground with a plop, breathing in the cold air.
"You just said that you are from the Ganming Holy Land. Did I hear you wrong?" The black-clothed masked man said in a heavy voice.
"No, no, senior, you heard me right. I am from the Ganming Holy Land. To be honest, I have been struggling in the Holy Land for hundreds of years and finally ascended to the position of the Holy Son. If the Holy Land had not encountered an unexpected change, I would have ascended to the position of the 30th generation of the Holy Lord!"
'Zhou Zhentian' bowed repeatedly, and at the same time guessed that the other party had some connection with his own Holy Land.
"So you are from the Ganming Holy Land..." The black-clothed masked man's hands suddenly trembled violently.
"I'm going to do it, I'm going to do it!" Zhou Zhentian became more and more convinced that this old senior must have some connection with the Holy Land, maybe they are blood relatives, otherwise it wouldn't be like this.
He couldn't help but feel extremely happy.
Suddenly, the black-clothed masked man suddenly jumped up, and the sharp dagger was like a thunderbolt, and it stabbed into Zhou Zhentian's face fiercely in a flash!
"Kacha!"
Zhou Zhentian's nose was pierced directly, and blood gushed out.
The black-clothed masked man was still not satisfied, and he stabbed eighteen times in a row with both hands, and the force of each knife was more fierce than the last, until Zhou Zhentian's face was completely pierced, and then he stopped.
Zhou Zhentian's face was covered with blood, and he couldn't die anymore. He couldn't understand why the other party wanted to kill himself.
Before he died, he had a thought in his mind: I should have ignored those two mosquitoes, damn mosquitoes...
"You idiot, your Ganming Holy Land was founded by Yunhuo Taoist in Longhan University. I have a grudge against Yunhuo Taoist! But I couldn't beat him back then, so I had to find a place to hide. Later, when the era changed, Yunhuo Taoist was killed by the Era Terminator. I luckily escaped with my life. When the catastrophe is over, I will immediately After I destroyed your Ganming Holy Land and killed all the people, I found that one person escaped. I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it, it was you! "
"Hahaha, you are such a fool who came to my door, I was almost excited to death!"
"Yunhuo Taoist, I can't beat you. Now your ancestors have been wiped out by me. If you were in heaven, what can you do to me! Hahaha!"
The masked man in black laughed wildly.
After laughing, he was still not satisfied, and took out a machete, and chopped the body of 'Zhou Zhentian' into countless pieces with a series of clicks.
Finally, he picked up the various storage rings in the pool of blood. With a sweep of his spiritual sense, he found a lot of valuable things inside, with colorful divine light, and many natural treasures for improving cultivation. These things can also be used to heal injuries, and they are rare healing medicines in the outside world.
The black-clothed masked man happened to be injured, so he immediately sat cross-legged and took a magical medicine to start healing.
However, during the healing process, he held the big knife tightly with both hands and looked around vigilantly, fearing that another person would jump out.
After about a cup of tea, the black-clothed masked man's injuries were all healed. He put all the things in his arms and sneered: "Zhou Zhentian, Zhou Zhentian, no matter how smart you and the Jiuxuan Sect are, what can you do? The final fruit has not been stolen by this old man!!"
After finishing all this, he looked at the mosquitoes on the wall.
A long time ago, he noticed these mosquitoes when he was flying behind.
He saw everything along the way.
"Trample!!"
"Trample!!"
"Trample!!"
The masked man in black walked quickly towards the two mosquitoes with a big knife in his hand.
"These mosquitoes are very strange. They followed me all the way. They must be ghosts!"