He looked calm on the surface.
However, deep inside Su Muran's heart, it was like a raging sea.
The skinny old man's words seemed to have opened a door for him…There really were extraordinary people in this world.
But on second thought, it was normal.
The legendary "Heavenly Master Zhang of Dragon Tiger Mountain" inheritance had all fallen on him. Ghosts and zombies had appeared. If there weren't any extraordinary people, Su Muran would have thought it was nonsense.
"…"
The skinny old man was stunned.
He didn't expect Su Muran to be so stubborn.
He had the overall situation in his hands.
Spent some words to let this kid die a clear death. When he went to hell, he could also explain this to Zhang Changchun…No, how could he let him go to hell?
Kill him.
Cut off the head.
Just like the four grave robbers, they had refined human headlamps so that the descendants of the Changchun old thief would never be able to reincarnate!
The skinny old man took a puff from his pipe.
Puffing out smoke.
He was pleased with himself.
So what if the old thief from Changchun was stronger than him? Not to mention that he had succeeded in his cultivation, even if he were to stay where he was, he would still be tortured to death.
Su Muran clicked his tongue, touched his pocket, and took out…Hongtashan.
This old b * tch.
That was a little pretentious.
A supporting character died from talking too much. Did he not know that?
Even though he didn't understand what the old man meant by the peak of the Postliminary Realm…Su Muran felt that the old man was very weak. If he unleashed his full strength, it would be easy to kill him.
Didn't you want to act tough?
Heh.
Come, please start your performance.
"…"
The old man's hand paused.
Haha.
A hothead.
"This old man returned to the northwest and was prepared to fight that old thief from Changchun to the death, but I didn't expect him to die.”
"Hehe, it's fine if he dies. Doesn't he still have a successor?”
The old man puffed out a cloud of smoke. One look and one could tell that he was an old smoking pipe. He said indifferently,"I've been to your shop and investigated you…Your Qi and blood are ordinary, so you're just an ordinary person. It seems that the old thief from Changchun only taught you Dao techniques and didn't teach you any body-tempering techniques.”
"If I kill you, it'll probably only be a slap.”
The world had declined.
The descendants of Mount Longhu were getting worse and worse with each generation. Back then, Master Zhang had dominated the world and most of his profound mantras were lost.
Zhang Changchun's Dao technique was still effective against ordinary ghosts.
Dealing with a warrior at the peak of the Postliminary Realm?
It was useless.
Su Muran's mouth twitched…Ha, what a big deal.
However, he also admired himself a little.
When did his mental fortitude become so strong?
Late at night.
In the tomb on the barren mountain.
There were bones and headless corpses on the ground. Beside them was the resurrected Wang Wuliu. Four human head lamps floated in the air. In front of him was an ancient corpse that was said to be about to turn into a zombie…
Eh.
In just a short while, four walking corpses similar to Wang Wuliu had arrived.
Feng Zi?
Liu Jinlong and his wife...
The remaining short and fat middle-aged man should be the wanted criminal that Zhang Danian mentioned, right?
The five 'walking corpses' surrounded Su Muran.
Two human head lamps blocked the entrance of the tomb.
The old man's voice was hoarse.
"But killing you with a slap is too easy for you. If you can't find the old thief from Changchun, you can try the Tao technique of his successor.”
"I used the blood and baleful aura of the ancient corpse that was about to turn into a corpse to begin my plan.”
"Haha."
"But your Daoist magic is ordinary. It should only be able to deal with ordinary ghosts.”
Su Muran suddenly stood up.
Alright.
That was enough.
He had also used up all his Red Pagoda Mountain sticks.
Su Muran smiled and looked at the skinny old man,""By the way, what's your name again? Zhu Wu Mountain?"
"Excuse me, after saying so much, aren't you going to leave any last words for yourself?”
The matter was more or less clear now.
Su Muran's body trembled slightly.
He wanted to kill someone.
Afraid?
Excitement?
In short, that inexplicable feeling made Su Muran lose control of his body.
The skinny old man Zhu Zhishan's expression changed. This hothead really didn't put him in his eyes!
He shouted in a low voice.
"Attack!"
Wuuuuu!
In the tomb, a cold wind blew.
The four human lanterns were the first to attack. The lights in their mouths flickered and flew towards Su Muran.
Roar!
The five 'walking corpses' also changed.
A series of crackling sounds came from his body. Then, his green nails began to change, and sharp fangs grew out of his mouth…
His already dark skin turned purple!
The eyes of the five 'walking corpses' changed too, releasing silver brilliance.
"Ding!"
"You have received merit points from the human lantern ghost, merit points 1.”
"Ding!"
"You have received merit points from the human lantern ghost, merit points 1.”
"
Ding!"
"You have been attacked by the white-eyed zombie, merit points 1.”
"Ding!"
"You were attacked by the White-Eyed Zombie. Merit Points 1, Body Refining Points 1, Vitality Points 50.”
"System notification: Since the host's qi and blood have reached the limit of the Houtian level, the body tempering points will automatically be converted into merit points.”
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