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The man in black snorted coldly, "I hope you can see the world clearly. You still have a daughter and son-in-law still alive. If you don't tell the whereabouts of the ancient scrolls, do you want your Jia family to be extinct?"

"I'm not afraid that the strong wind on the top of the cliff will blow my tongue!"

Faced with the threat of the man in black, Jia Wanjin ignored it at all, raised his pale face without any blood, and said indifferently:

"You, a group of people, have been working for more than two hundred years to find the ancient scrolls of mountains and rivers and release the things in the Yin and Yang Valley. What will be the result? In the end, you will end up living in darkness, and you will not dare to show your face in front of old friends!"

As soon as Jia Wanjin said this, several people in the group of black people opposite him suddenly started to shake. They obviously did not expect that Jia Wanjin had been in the business world for many years and had a photographic memory.

You can tell who that person is just by looking at their eyes.

"Tsk, tsk, I didn't expect you to know something about Yin Yang Valley. I really underestimate you. This will make it even worse for you!"

The leading man in black sneered, his heart filled with murderous intent.

"It doesn't matter whether you live or die. I just laugh at you people. You are willing to sell your dignity in order to become stronger and are willing to be other people's dogs. But you don't know that you are just daydreaming from beginning to end."

The sickness on Jia Wanjin's face became more and more obvious, but he spoke sarcastically like a knife;

"From Xuanyuan Wuxiang two hundred and fifty years ago, to Chen Ruoxu later, Xiao Yishan a hundred years ago, Chu Yuntu followed closely, and Lin Changtian sixteen years ago! Every time you succeed is imminent.

"Sometimes, someone will show up to break your plan. Even if you make a comeback now, the result will not change at all."

"You know a lot, so tell me who else can stop me from waiting this time?"

The man in black laughed angrily.

"This time... there is the human myth Xuanyuan Tibing! There is also Thirteen Killers!"

Jia Wanjin snorted coldly.

"Xuanyuan raises soldiers? Haha, no matter how strong he is, he is just a warrior. After the Yin Yang Valley is born, how can he stop the torrent of thousands of people like us?" The man in black said sinisterly:

"And those Thirteen Killers are just thirteen turtles with shrunken heads!"

"Whether it is or is not, that is a matter of concern to your companions. And you just stay and keep me company. My death in exchange for your miserable lives is the first time in my life that I have made a loss-making business!"

Jia Wanjin said with an indifferent expression.

At this moment, he no longer coughs!

Under the biting cold wind, this sick cat, who looked like a candle in the wind, was aging at a speed visible to the naked eye, with criss-crossing wrinkles on his pale face.

His figure became more and more stooped.

The black hair on his head turned as white as snow in less than ten breaths, flying slightly in the cold wind, seeming to have a trace of loneliness and sadness.

What was gained at the cost of burning life was a power that surpassed Jia Wanjin's peak period!
Chapter completed!