Chapter One, Four and Five

It's no wonder that Zi Wuming is so angry. Lao Tzu is working hard here. It's good for you. Before you got in, you started to retreat. Isn't this playing me?

Zi Wuming's previous battle with Bei Lao was blocked by countless soul patterns, and naturally he didn't know that Si Kong Yu was forced by Xiao Fan.

Feeling Zi Wuming's anger, Si Kongyu was about to speak, but a voice suddenly sounded: "Idiot, don't you know if you have been tricked?"

"Sikongyu, do you dare to be old-fashioned?" Zi Wuming intertwined with anger, and then suddenly recovered, looking along the voice, but his eyes fell on Xiao Fan: "Little bunny, it's you again? Do you dare to scold me," I want to cut you off!"

Zi Wuming angrily killed Xiao Fan, but at this moment, a palm was suddenly drawn on his face, blood flew, and Zi Wuming's body flew out.

A figure suddenly appeared in the place where Zi Wuming was. It was Lao Bei.

"Do you dare to lose your mind when fighting with the teacher?" Xiao Fan gave Zi Wuming a contemptuous look.

Zi Wuming flew hundreds of feet upside down to stop his figure, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and his cheek was slapped crooked.

Hearing Xiao Fan's words, his lungs exploded even more. This little **** was absolutely deliberate, letting himself be distracted, so that he could attack the old undead.

He was very thankful that he had reacted in a timely manner, otherwise, the palm just now was not just a slap in the face, but directly killed him.

Bei Lao's figure moved again, his figure was very slow, but it was a step of hundreds of thousands of feet, a blink of an eye, appeared in front of Zi Wuming.

Zi Wuming's face changed drastically, and once again he slew out with the Wan Ling Tu, and countless ghosts and shadows emerged from the Wan Ling Tu.

"sleepy!"

Suddenly, Lao Bei probed his hand a little, and a small spot of light quickly became larger in the void, and the dense threads of soul power swept across the void, shrouded in Zi Wuming.

I can faintly see that the countless lines form a huge line space, and the lines continue to revolve, generating a huge suction.

Zi Wuming held the Wan Ling Tu in both hands, urging wildly, countless creatures phantoms impacted the line space. What surprised him was that those creatures phantoms seemed to appear in another piece of void instantly.

"It's ever-changing, time and space change, this is the map of a thousand opportunities!" Zi Wuming's eyes widened, and a thick color of greed flashed in his eyes.

The Thousand Chance Map, it was also the Ancestor-level Soul Pattern Map, and its value was comparable to the Wan Ling Map in his hand.

Although he had been working hard to comprehend the Wan Ling Tu, he still couldn't take the last step, because his soul patterns were all comprehended from the Wan Ling Tu, but there was no other soul pattern to verify his understanding.

Zi Wuming believes that if he can get this Thousand Chance Map, he is confident that he will break through the legendary ancestor-level soul carver within a few years.

Just as he imagined, a figure appeared beside him, and a sword of soul power was cut out brazenly.

Zi Wuming didn't have the help of Wan Lingtu. This sword of Bei Lao was his opponent. Now if he doesn't retreat, even if he can't kill Zi Wuming, there is no problem cutting off his hands.

I have to say that Zi Wuming's reaction was also surprisingly fast. He did not hesitate to make a decision, that is, to retreat with the Wan Lingtu, and Qian Jitu will find a way later.

However, what surprised him was that the Wan Ling Tu in his hand did not listen at all, and was imprisoned by a huge void force. No matter how he struggled, the Wan Ling Tu only shook a few times and couldn't twitch at all.

At this time, Bei Lao's sword had already been cut off, if he did not retreat, his hands would be broken.

call!

Seeing that Bei Lao's sword was about to approach Zi Wuming, Zi Wuming's figure turned into a flash of lightning, and he stepped back hundreds of feet in an instant, but his hands were empty.

In the distance, countless soul power threads stirred, shrouded in a picture scroll, and the picture scroll was nothing but a picture of all souls.

This scene seems to be a long time, but in fact it happened in the light of calcium carbide. After only a short time to breathe, Zi Wuming lost the panacea.

"Asshole, Wan Lingtu is mine!" Zi Wuming roared, his eyes flushed as blood, and he rushed up like a hungry wolf.

"The Wan Ling Tu is not mine, but not yours!" Bei Lao whispered and flicked a little, a sword of soul power shot out, piercing Zi Wuming's chest instantly.

This is the result of Zi Wuming's quick response, otherwise the blow just now would be enough to kill him.

Zi Wuming was already sweating and his face was extremely pale. He found that the gap between himself and Bei Lao was not so big. If he hadn't possessed a Wan Lingtu, he would not be able to hold on to it.

Perhaps because of the injury and pain, Zi Wuming instantly became sober a lot, did not continue to rush up, and looked at Bei Lao's eyes with fear.

Suddenly, Zi Wuming's icy eyes turned to the far distance, and that direction was exactly where Si Kongyu was.

"Si Kongyu, dare you to play with me, I'll never finish with you!" After leaving a harsh word, Zi Wuming flicked his sleeves and shot towards the distance. He didn't want to stay here for a moment.

If you lose the Wan Ling Tu, if you die in the hands of Bei Lao, it is not worth it.

He could get back the Wan Ling Tu slowly, and he might even get the Thousand Chance Diagram, but without his life, everything was gone.

Of course, the most important thing is that Zi Wuming felt a threat, but this threat did not come from Bei Lao.

Since it was not Old Bei, it must be Sikongyu and the Temple of War. Although Sikongyu is strong, Zi Wuming is not afraid. After all, even if he is not Sikongyu's opponent, he can leave at any time.

The only possibility is the Temple of the Gods of War, and the Temple of the Gods of War may not only be the arrival of Sikong Yu.

"Zi..." Si Kongyu still wanted to stop, but Zi Wuming didn't care about it, and soon disappeared.

Si Kongyu had an urge to scold his mother. This old boy is really not a human being, and he ran away. Did I take all the benefits I gave you?

It's nothing more than taking the benefits, so you dare to threaten me? Do you really treat yourself as a person?

At this moment, they almost retreated outside of the Fire Emperor Capital, and Si Kongyu's gaze fell on Xiao Fan again.

"We have already quit the Lihuo Emperor Capital, and let my son go!" Sikong Yu became murderous, and Zi Wuming left. Next he will have to face Old Bei and Drunkard.

A drunkard is enough for him, and now with a North Lao, how could he be an opponent.

However, Sikong Yu couldn't leave, let alone the matter of the ancient mirror of the void and the life and death of Xiao Fan, all he wanted to do now was to save Sikong and hide the sword.

"Fool, do you think you are still qualified to talk to me about the conditions?" Xiao Fan looked at Si Kongyu with disdain, just now you have the advantage, I can only threaten you.

But now, as long as you dare to come up, there is one, I will kill one!

"You!" Si Kongyu didn't know what to say, pointing at Xiao Fan's fingers constantly shaking.

"You, you, you, the Temple of War are all sinisters, it's best to roll as far as you can." Xiao Fan shouted, quite a bit of a fake tiger.

Of course, with his strength, even if he faces Si Kong Yu alone, he won't have any fear, at least there is no problem in running away.

"When are the people in the Temple of War afraid of trouble?"

As soon as Xiao Fan's voice fell, a loud voice from Void suddenly sounded like a thunderstorm, shaking people's eardrums, and the crowd's eyes suddenly looked towards the sky.