"Yu Ziyu? Qingmen Taoist priest?"

Han Tiehu was puzzled. He didn't understand what the skeleton was, nor what he meant. However, he did not intend to stop and strode. He slapped a Qingmen elder who was approaching him with a palm, and then came to the skeleton. Without saying a word, he kicked him at it.

The skeleton did not dodge and was kicked apart at once, shattering and shattering bones all over the ground.

However, after the breakups broke up, the broken bones gathered together and quickly reorganized.

When did Han Tiehu wait for his reorganization to complete? He kicked him again and kicked him apart again. Then he grabbed his right hand forward and grabbed the skull in his hand, thinking about breaking it.

The skull opened his chin and hurriedly said, "Fellow Taoist, show mercy. Although I don't know what happened, it was not me who opposed you before. Ah, the skull is about to break, it hurts, show mercy..."

Han Tiehu stared at the skull, and his fingers were pressing out cracks on it. He felt that it was extremely hard, even better than the fine iron.

"Yang Cang, it was Yang Cang, he killed me and made me like this. He tortured me for nearly a hundred years. Today, I got help from fellow Taoists and used thunder magic to get out of trouble and wake up... Fellow Taoists, Fellow Taoists, Fellow Taoists, I'm telling the truth, ah, I'm going to die again... It's a pity that I'm just going to bring back my life, it's okay, I'm going to be here, I'm going to be dead..."

Crack, Crack, Crack...

At this moment, the skull suddenly looked like porcelain, and it was instantly covered with cracks, looking like it was about to break. It no longer vibrates or struggles. The remaining bones scattered on the ground also showed cracks, and they broke into bone meal one earlier.

Han Tiehu used the secret technique of spiritual eyes to observe that the bone powder was no longer inspiring, and there was still a faint inspiring light on the cracked skull in his hand.

"You're not dead yet..."

Han Tiehu felt that as long as he used another force, the skull would be completely broken. Whatever he was, the dust returned to the earth, and he would die if he thought he would die.

But he stopped at this time.

This place is strange, and the red-haired and blue-faced ghost is still unknown. The skull is no longer threatening. Killing him is only in his own thoughts. Maybe he can torture him and learn about some of the secrets here.

At this moment, behind the jade wall of the hall, in a secret room, the body of the "Yan Fangshi" with blue veins bulging like a snake suddenly shook.

"This old ghost has never died. If it weren't for being knocked out by the Iron Tiger Immortal Thunder Technique today, I would have been kept in the dark... A good method, I cut my head, Ling Chi cut his flesh, and turned it into white bones, it's almost a hundred years. How could he still survive? Is this a alchemist? It's not human!"

The man stood up and turned to look back.

There is a jade lotus platform there, and a woman is sitting cross-legged on it.

The woman had a very beautiful face, red spots on her eyebrows, naked all over, a peaceful expression, and her eyes were lightly closed. She looked like she was practicing internal skills and would wake up at any time.

But if you look from behind, you will find a big hole in the back of her head, which emits a faint light that even mortals can see, and you can still see the beating, amber-like brain flesh.

In addition, from the back of the head to the back of the neck, and to the spine, the skin was cut open, and the muscles and bones were exposed. Some red silk threads were tied to her spine, while the other end of the red silk thread was linked to magic cards.

Not far away, there was a stone platform. On the stone platform, an unconscious old man was lying naked on his back, and a round wound as big as a bowl in the middle of his waist, with blood and blood in it.

"Yu Fangshi" said in a deep voice to the woman on the lotus platform: "You may not be required to take action this time. The Iron Tiger Immortal must be not an ordinary warrior."

After saying that, the man came to the woman's back, pulled a red line from his spine, followed the red line and found a magic card, which was a magic card from the lettering.

"Move magic weapon? Without the escape flag, what's the use?"

He seemed a little unhappy, but he also took the magic card to the old man on the stone platform, took out a golden needle from the side, threaded the red thread, and sewed the magic card to the wound on the old man's back waist.

After doing all this, the man took the old man out of this secret room, and went to another secret room like carrying a pile of dead meat, and took a bucket of ice water and poured it on the old man. The old man woke up. He looked happy on his face and hurriedly knelt in front of the "Yu Fangshi" and bowed, "Thank you for the initiation of me by the master!"

"Yu Fangshi" nodded and said, "I have replaced the transfer magic weapon for you. The magic power is full. Zhao Gongping should be dead. From today on, you will be my Grand Elder of Qingmen, and your status is only below me. Go, there is an invader in the hall ahead, go and kill him!"

"yes!"

The old man was excited and bowed and left the secret room, then headed towards the front hall.

After he left, "Yu Fangshi" snorted lightly, but said, "Including him, blood should be enough. When I open the blood refining technique and take the life-competing flag, it will be the time to kill the immortal!"

After saying that, the man took off his mask and revealed a strange face.

The face was asymmetrical left and right, half of the face on the left was sword-eyed eyebrows and starry eyes, which was the man's face, and the half of the face on the right had curved willow eyebrows and whiter skin, which was the woman's face.

"Long'er, it's been a hundred years, and I finally met an opponent that excited me again. What do you think of the outcome of this battle?"

"Oh? You don't care about the outcome? Are you... tired? Want me to turn back?"

"Haha, how can I look back? I'm tired, I'm tired of breathing, but so what? I'm still alive! I have to continue living! Long'er, I will still win this battle..."

The "Yanshi You" talked to himself, as if he was crazy. The man on his left looked fierce and fierce. As he spoke, his flesh twitched, but tears fell from his right eye. The expressions of the faces on both sides were completely different and looked extremely strange.

At this time, in the front hall, the tiger magic image had purged the Qingmen people without falling. Han Tiehu grabbed the cracked skull with his left hand and pulled out the big knife that pierced the dragon-shaped golden chair with his right hand. He looked at the ghost sitting cross-legged in the air and asked, "What exactly are you?"

The ghost seemed to be able to hear Han Tiehu's words, and actually responded. He pointed to the black hat he was wearing with his claws and pointed to the jade bi behind the hall.

"Escape?" Han Tiehu read out the words on the ghost shadow's black hat, and then looked at the jade bi behind the hall in confusion, not understanding what the ghost shadow meant.

The ghost shadow had no expression on his face and suddenly threw it away, throwing a bundle of hemp rope in front of Han Tiehu.

"What does this mean?"
Chapter completed!