Hearing Boss Wu's voice, Zhao Zhenyuan glanced at Wu Mian and said, "I will tell them a few words, explain the funeral, and then lead the death in front of the master."

After hearing Zhao Zhenyuan's words, Wu Mian glanced at him and turned to the other side and asked Zhao Zhenyuan to explain Wu Sangui's place to Boss Wu and others.

"Your prince has left the capital alone this morning, so let you stay to assist the prince." Zhao Zhenyuan said, then looked back at the position of the Lord of God, and saw that he was still sitting in the side position. Then he sighed and continued, "You are here to listen to the wind. Once the emperor has the action of revoking the vassal, he must protect the prince from leaving the capital immediately. The prince arranged a thousand-mile horse and a customs clearance document outside the city. As long as your movements are fast enough, you and the prince can return to Yunnan smoothly."

Zhao Zhenyuan said endlessly, and finally even said the route of Wu Yingxiong's escape back to Yunnan one by one. While speaking, he looked at the skin of the Lord of God intentionally or unintentionally. Finally, every time he looked at him, he looked a little anxious on his face.

Finally, Zhao Zhenyuan had already said the route, and he had worn it away for half an hour. Just when Zhao Zhenyuan was about to tell how to divide the keys of the treasury of the Efu Mansion, Wu Mian, who had not spoken, finally spoke: "Are you going to talk about it until dark? Are you still waiting for the Lord of God to wake up?"

When he said this, Wu Mian turned around and looked at the motionless Lord of God. He said, "It's not that fast. Even if this skin was originally his own, it would be too early to fully integrate."

While speaking, the white-haired man looked back at Zhao Zhenyuan, and then continued, "You can get on the road early, no need to delay any more."

Seeing that the Lord of God seemed to be what Wu Mian said, and would not wake up now, Zhao Zhenyuan had no choice but to do anything. After taking a deep breath, he looked at Wu Mian and said, "After my disciple die, I would like to ask my master to bring the disciple's corpse back to his hometown in Yangzhou and bury him in front of his parents' grave. Zhao Zhenyuan did not leave a son and a half of his daughter, and broke the bloodline of this branch. He apologized like his parents in the next life."

While speaking, Zhao Zhenyuan knelt in front of Wu Mian. He kowtowed three times to the white-haired man, then flipped his wrist and the long sword with a light like autumn water appeared in his hand. After brewing for a while, Zhao Zhenyuan crossed the sword around his neck, and his other hand surrounded the back of his neck, grabbed the sword body. Judging from his posture, he could cut off his head with just one force.

Before the incident, Zhao Zhenyuan knew that he had died. He took action several times, and saw that half of his neck had been cut in, but he always gave up at the end. Then, after a long time of slowing down, under Wu Mian's gaze, he continued the movement just now. After several times, Zhao Zhenyuan's whole body was soaked in blood, but others still knelt in front of Wu Mian.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Zhao Zhenyuan has not died several times, and is waiting for Wu Mian to give him another chance to survive. When Zhao Zhenyuan leaked the period of the white-haired man's weakness, he almost harmed Wu Mian, and Gui Bugui died on the God of Wealth Island. Such sins can be left to live. This time, he just killed a few alchemists and let the Lord of God go, but did not directly hurt Wu Mian, Gui Bugui and others. Given the relationship between master and disciple for so many years, it should be okay to spare his life.

But Wu Mian didn't have this intention. He watched Zhao Zhenyuan commit suicide again and again, and then failed again and again. It was like watching a boring juggling, waiting for Zhao Zhenyuan to finally end himself without saying a word.

Although Zhao Zhenyuan has an immortal body, he cannot resist suicide again and again. After several failures, his whole body and the ground under his feet were stained red with blood. Zhao Zhenyuan's face was gray and gray, and his face was faintly visible.

In the end, Zhao Zhenyuan, who had lost too much blood, fell directly in front of Wu Mian. He threw away the Kill Kun in his hand, moved his mouth towards Wu Mian, and used all his strength to say two words: "Give up your life."

"It's too late" Wu Mian answered two words, walked to Zhao Zhenyuan, picked up the thrown Khan, and continued to say: "You brought Master Guangren to break into the island, which was a forced unintentional mistake, even if it was not punished. This time, you and the Lord of God killed the alchemist and destroyed the plan that I and Gui Bugui made painstakingly. This is what you have the intention to do, and I can only settle your disciples in person."

While speaking, Wu Mian had already pressed the sword to Zhao Zhenyuan's neck. As long as he exerted a little force, he could cut off the head of his disciple's neck.

After sighing softly, Wu Mian said at the end: "After you die, the bones will be transported to Yangzhou to buried your parents' grave. Are there any other last words?" Zhao Zhenyuan knew that he was dead, but his heart calmed down. After looking at his master, he shook his head gently.

"Don't see me again in the next life. If you are an ordinary person, you won't have so many worries." When Wu Mian spoke, he raised his hand and was about to cut off Zhao Zhenyuan's head. At this moment, something suddenly hit the sword of Zhan Kun. A huge sound passed, and the white-haired man's hand was beaten up. If Wu Mian hadn't grabbed it tightly, Zhan Kun would have been beaten to attack.

"You dare to come to cause trouble for me alone." At the same time, the God Lord who had been motionless suddenly stood up. Then he continued to say to Wu Mian: "I didn't get the genius treasure this time, so I can take your life. The resistance will be much smaller in the future."

"I waited for you for so long before I woke up." Seeing that the Lord of God finally merged into his body, Wu Mian smiled with his unique smile, and then the Emperor Benglai made of brass appeared in his other hand. After pointing the Dragon Mouth at the Lord of God, he said, "I should have given you the last journey just now, but I still have something to ask."

Before Wu Mian finished speaking, the Lord of God suddenly disappeared in front of him. The moment he disappeared, the white-haired man suddenly made a sharp sound in his hand, and then began to scream. It sounded like a demon bird screaming.

"So Xu Fu used you to refine magic weapons." The voice of the Lord of God sounded in the air

While the sentence sounded, Zhan Kun actually pulled Wu Mian's arm and slashed to the right. While the long sword was slashed, the figure of the Lord of God appeared at the point of the sword point. The tip of the sword cut through his left arm, and golden blood flowed down the spot.

Then Zhan Kun continued to pull Wu Mian to chop the injured Lord's arm, but this time the Lord was wary of it. Before Zhan Kun moved abnormally, his body disappeared again. Then Zhan Kun began to roar again.

"So you two know each other." Wu Mian glanced at the long sword that began to tremble in his hand, and continued to say to the air: "It seems that I have complicated things. I can't use Di Beng this time." When he spoke, the white-haired man had already put away Di Beng. The killing Kun in his hand was enough.

"Your magic weapon and I are old friends, there is a misunderstanding between us." At the same time, the Lord of God had already appeared in a corner four or five feet away from Wu Mian. Looking at the magic weapon in the hand of the white-haired man, he continued: "Fortunately, the misunderstanding between us can be resolved slowly. I will settle you first. Without the carrier, it will be powerless to me."

At the end of the story, a stream of black smoke blew out of the Lord of God's mouth. At the moment when the smoke came out, the Lord of God actually reached out and grabbed the smoke. Then the smoke quickly wrapped his body and rushed towards Wu Mian.

When the black smoke completely wrapped the God Lord, the long sound of the sword Kun suddenly disappeared. It seemed as if it could not feel the existence of the God Lord, and began to pull Wu Mian aimlessly. At this time, the God Lord wrapped in the black smoke had already arrived in front of Wu Mian.
Chapter completed!