Wang Lin was waiting to study. Suddenly a low groan came from behind. He pinched the Jue with his right hand and shot a golden light. After shooting it on the flying sword, he turned around and saw Zhang Hu opened his eyes. He saw Wang Lin staying blank. He stood up quickly, looked around, and finally looked straight at the flying sword and scabbard in Wang Lin's hand, with joy on his face, and said, "He... is dead?"
Wang Lin chuckled, nodded and said, "Well, Zhang Hu, you didn't recognize me just now, so you must be scrupulous about him?"
Zhang Hu quickly touched| his chest, closed his eyes for a moment, and said excitedly: "He really died, Wang Lin, this is not the place to talk. When I get rid of these people, we will go back to the past."
After speaking, he lifted his right hand, and three fireballs suddenly appeared.
The surrounding Liu San and the others were completely shocked. What they saw just now was scenes that would never occur in their dreams. At this time, seeing the fireball appearing in Zhang Hu's hand, they immediately showed a look of horror.
As for the people in black around them, they looked at Zhang Hu cautiously, with a look of fear in their eyes.
Wang Lin frowned and was about to speak. Zhang Hu took a step ahead of him, and the three fireballs quickly dispersed. The target was not the mighty escorts like Liu San, but the people in black around him.
Under the absolute power, the fate of these mortals is like an ant, without the slightest counterattack ability. Together with Song Xing who fell on the ground, it disappeared in an instant. During the heat wave, several golden blood beads merged strangely. It didn't dissipate with the corpse, but floated out and was swallowed by Zhang Hu.
Liu San and the others were scorched by the heat scorched by the heat, and their skin appeared to be cracked, but they did not dare to move.
Seeing Zhang Hu offering three more fireballs, Wang Lin said solemnly: "Zhang Hu, don't kill anymore!"
Zhang Hu looked back at Wang Lin and said, "If these people don't kill, I'm afraid they will go back and talk nonsense. It was my master that you killed just now. He is the sixth disciple of the old man in Jimo. Flee to death."
The middle-aged scholar was still calm among the few survivors. He gritted his teeth at this time and said quickly: "Two immortals, we swear we will not talk nonsense, I..."
Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Hu frowned and sneered: "Don't talk nonsense? At that time, I can't let you go. If you smoke your soul, everything will be clear." Although he said to the middle-aged scholar, but But his eyes looked at Wang Lin.
Wang Lin was silent for a while, stretched out his hand to call, and the six or seven people who were alive immediately lifted into the air uncontrollably, and floated in front of Wang Lin.
As soon as Zhang Hu received the fireball, he stood aside and said nothing.
Wang Lin took out a piece of jade slip from his storage bag. This jade slip was all the formulas for the condensation period four to nine that he had participated in with Wang Hao when he was in the Hengyue school. .
At the beginning, he had read it again and vaguely remembered that there was a spell in it called Divine Transformation, which could get rid of the other party's memory.
After searching carefully, Wang Lin finally found the record of God Transformation. Wang Lin took a look, put away the jade slip, and the blue light flashed in his eyes. Suddenly everyone was confused, and blue light slowly appeared in his eyes. After a long time, blue light appeared. After disappearing, several people looked dull and fell to the ground.
Zhang Hu sighed secretly, opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he didn't speak.
After Wang Lin performed the magical technique, he glanced at Zhang Hu, moved quickly, and flew into the distance. Zhang Hu took a deep breath, exhaled a golden bead, stepped on it, and followed.
Two Changhongs flew in the air for a long time, Zhang Hu was panting, and landed on the top of a mountain. Wang Lin's expression was as usual, and he fell lightly.
Zhang Hu took a gentle breath, found a place to sit down, took out two sweet potatoes from the storage bag, handed them one to Wang Lin, and said with a smile: "I baked this, you see how it tastes."
Wang Lin took the sweet potato. At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the scene where the two teenagers met each other in the room of the named disciple of the Hengyue Sect ten years ago.
"After I left the Hengyue Sect, I didn't go home. Instead, I wandered around, planning to find another cultivating sect. By coincidence, I took a spiritual grass and unexpectedly reached the first level of cultivation in the condensing period. Because, the couple lost the brochure of the weasel. After that, they met Bai Zhan. Bai Zhan was my master. He saw that I had the first level of cultivation in the condensing period. He did not kill me, but instead I accepted as a disciple and helped him collect mortal blood. This Bai Zhan planted poison in my body, and he controlled life and death.
I didn't recognize you just now because he was around. Fortunately, you killed him. Once he died, the poison also died. I was finally free. "Zhang Hu took a bite of the sweet potato and briefly talked about his experience over the past ten years.
Wang Lin was quite moved. Zhang Hu's brief remarks seemed to be an understatement, but his expression was faintly melancholy, revealing the hardships of the past decade.
Zhang Hu's eyes showed envy and said, "Wang Lin, we haven't seen each other for almost ten years, you can kill my master, and you must have built a foundation? My master's flying sword is very powerful, he once said Now it can only exert two-fifths of its power, but just like this, no one can do anything below the base-building period."
Wang Lin shook his head and said, "I haven't built the foundation yet, what is the origin of this flying sword? Do you know?"
Zhang Hu glanced at Wang Lin in surprise, did not ask more, but thought about it carefully, and said: "It seems to have been mentioned once, saying that it was obtained by a great opportunity in a cave. He has always regarded it as a treasure. By the way, there is also the scabbard, which is also a treasure. The master cares about the scabbard several times more than the flying sword. I have heard Master say about these two things, except for him, unless it is the pill formation period. , Otherwise no one can practice again."
Wang Lin found a stone and sat down, pondered a little, and said, "Tell me about the old Jimo old man. Let's take precautions."
Zhang Hu swallowed the sweet potato in his mouth and said: "The old man of Jimo is a casual cultivator. It is said that he has reached the pill formation stage and is the shortest guard. This time Bai Zhan is dead, he will follow it up. You'd better return to the Hengyue faction immediately. I don't care, the big deal is to go to Tengjiacheng to hide, presumably the old Jimo dare not arrogant in Tengjiacheng, as long as I don't go out, there should be no danger."
Wang Lin smiled bitterly, and said, "Hengyue faction is dead in name."
Zhang Hu was taken aback and smiled: "I heard about this. Xuan Dao Sect robbed the Hengyue Sect gate four years ago, but didn't the Hengyue Sect disciples migrate? Why, are you not included in the migration?"
Wang Lin didn't want to talk about this topic, and asked: "Where is Tengjiacheng?"