The young man in blood stood in the wind, but the wind seemed to be no longer so cold. The only sounds of the two people talking were quiet on the edge of the cliff.

Wang Muzhi glanced at him indifferently:

"What about that?"

"Um?"

The young man in blood squinted his eyes.

"Mr. An compared himself to an immortal, but later generations have had a few words about you, which have also criticized you as a blood demon. Zhang Zhenren is sloppy and ungrateful, but until a thousand years later, he was also a 'land god' who was talked about... "

Wang Muzhi played with the flute, neither salty nor light:

"If you don't praise him, can you praise you?"

"Hahaha! Mr. Wang is worthy of being a great master in later generations. Compared to those around me who only know how to flatter me, there is too much backbone."

The young man in blood smiled, but in a flash, it turned into apathy that seemed to freeze the air:

"But aren't you afraid of An, take out your bones and make soup?"

Wang Muzhi's expression was calm:

"Speaking of this, Wang ignited his life for a long time and was unable to take the fourth step for a long time. He really wanted to see it.

After Mr. An took the 'Four Steps of Immortality' and promoted to the 'Blood Spirit', what incredible power does it have."

call!

It seemed that a cold current had arrived sharply, freezing everything, and the solemn aura spread all over the place, and the mosquitoes among the mud, sand, and trees disappeared.

"It seems that Mr. Wang is really not afraid of death..."

The young man in blood shook his head slightly, restrained his sharpness, and sat on the ground:

"Actually, An admires Zhang Sloppy, it's not right. Lu Chen, Bodhidharma, and Zhang Sloppy... "

Wang Muzhi said nothing.

His luck was extremely poor. When he first entered the illusion, he fell on the top of a mountain. He first fought with the four demons of wind, thunder, rain, and lightning for a day and night.

Afterwards, I met this Shidu Immortal who took the four steps of becoming an immortal and was a martial saint.

"Four steps of the Martial Saint, four steps of becoming an immortal. After Zhang Lailuo became the 'Martial Saint', he was indeed no less than the 4 steps of becoming an immortal. He was promoted to the tenth capital's 'Blood Spirit'..."

The young man in blood flicked his fingers and sighed slightly:

"Without An, who has never thought of being friends with him, sitting there and talking about drinking and talking about it? But he insisted on me to die, what if he did..."

Wang Muzhi looked into the sea of ​​clouds from afar, his mind was calm and he had no distracting thoughts:

"Does Mr. An believe this?"

"Don't believe it."

The young man in blood shook his head helplessly, turned around and took out a piece of crystal jade:

"Can Mr. Wang recognize this thing?"

"The resin drips over the 'tig spirit' that has been buried underground for many years."

Wang Muzhi glanced at the jade.

Among the light yellow jade, there was a mosquito struggling hard, but it was frozen before death, lifelike and painful.

"I am like that mosquito at this moment, struggling hard, but I just want to break free from the constraints...

In one thousand and two hundred years, the illusion has been born and destroyed six times, and the pain in it is really difficult to be the way of humanity.”

The young man in blood sighed:

"I don't have much money for An. As long as Mr. Wang helps me get rid of the barriers. Whether it is the Seven Tribulation Sword or the Secret Book, you can take it away."

His voice was gentle and he was no longer aggressive, but Wang Muzhi didn't raise his eyelids, and he still said that:

"Does Mr. An believe this?"

"letter."

The young man in blood nodded seriously.

"The fantasy realm of immortals and magic is actually just a "illusion" that is printed by the world at a certain moment.

Whether you or Zhenren Zhang, you have disappeared from the past. If you want to get out of this illusion, it is almost equivalent to changing your fate against the will of heaven..."

Wang Muzhi sighed too:

"Therefore, you alone cannot do it. Even if you make enough preparations, you still need the help of outsiders..."

Speaking of this, he paused slightly, and saw that the young man in blood remained unchanged, and he said:

"You want to revive yourself by your body, but you are unwilling to find someone at will. Therefore, you forced me to stay higher than the sky, but you are reluctant to do it.

In addition, you are probably thinking about competing with Zhenren Zhang, which is your unwilling obsession..."

Even if you have obsessions and wake up and know that you are in an illusion?

Illusion is an illusion after all.

Unless the world changes greatly, he will never believe that anyone can go against the will of heaven and change his fate and live a lifetime, even the Martial Saint or even the Ten Capital Immortals!

This has nothing to do with supernatural powers and cultivation, and it is not allowed by heaven and earth!

Smack sex~

The young man in blood tugged his palm and sighed:

"It is worthy of being the great master of martial arts who is about to be promoted to the Martial Saint. Mr. Wang has a clear mind about An, but you have missed a little."

"oh?"

Wang Muzhi raised his eyebrows.

"Half of the broken pages of the Nether Book are in my hands. All the outsiders who come to the illusion are hiding in any way, for me, they are just watching the middle part of the palm.

There is no choice…”

The young man in blood smiled slightly and said the names of outsiders one by one.

"Wang Muzhi, Yang Yu, Feng Wushuang, Chu Tianyi, Gu Qingyi, Lu Qingting, Tiezhaifa... Except for the dead few, there were a total of twenty-three people, among which eleven Taoist fruits, which were wrong, and eleven masters of magical powers...

Yes, right?"

‘The broken pages of the Nether Book are really in his hands?’

Wang Muzhi's eyelids twitched, and his expression finally changed.

Until the person in front of him pronounced the names of all outsiders, he did not believe that the broken pages of the Nether Book were really in the hands of the person.

The reason is no different. The foundation of this immortal magical realm is the talisman formation set up by the sloppy Taoist, and the talisman formation suppresses the treasure pages of the Mingshu and the blood demon who calls himself "Immortal".

Even if it is suppression, how can it be possible to suppress the remnants of the Nether Book and the Blood Demon together?

"Are there anyone among these people who are familiar with Mr. Wang or who care about it?"

Looking at Wang Muzhi, the young man in blood smiled:

"It's not a coincidence that so many masters of magical powers came at one time. Perhaps this was another plot left by the sloppy Taoist?

Unfortunately, the chicks are just chicks, and they may not be as good as Mr. Wang at about twenty years old. However, they have come and don’t invite them to have a meal. Others want to say that An is not well received.”

Wang Muzhi frowned and thoughtful, ignoring him.

The young man in blood didn't care, but still said to himself:

"In fact, it is rare to resurrect the soul even in ancient legends. A certain cave-level true immortal also fell into this level. Mr. Wang looked up to An... "

Wang Muzhi still said nothing.

"Calculate the time, and the person who should come is also here."

The young man in blood smiled and stood up, posing his sleeves lightly, and slowly walked towards the hall on the top of the Tianbi High Peak:

"Before the war, we always have a full meal. Should Mr. Wang be together?"

"Have Mr. An ever thought about it..."

This is, the sound came from behind, and the young man in blood stopped:

"What?"

Wang Muzhi smile:

"You can't even beat Zhang Zhenren even if you are alive. Can you die?"

Huh ~

The young man in blood turned around, and there was no smile on his face, only indifference and violent and fierce light hidden in his eyes:
Chapter completed!