Zhang Jialiang, who was pulled by me, turned his head and looked at me doubtfully and said: "Wen Yuan is my only disciple who can still help me normally. If something happens to him, my Jingming Dao will really be extinct."

"Wen Yuan is not your disciple at all!" I looked at the pale Taoist Wen Yuan on the ground. Although he spit out a large mouthful of blood and looked very miserable, what I found extremely strange was that his The blood dried as soon as it fell on the ground and did not stain the ground red at all.

In other words, the blood Wen Yuan spit out is fake, and I even suspect that Wen Yuan is fake.

"Wen Yuan is my apprentice, I remember it very clearly." Zhang Jialiang said.

"Yes, my master has eleven disciples, ten of them were killed by the solid wood monster. You also want me to be killed by the solid wood monster, right?" Wen Yuan shouted angrily at me.

"Eleven disciples. Didn't you say you have twelve disciples? Think about it, who is the overcount?" I turned to look at Zhang Jialiang and said.

"More, more, who counts?"

Zhang Jialiang fell into deep thinking again, and I looked at Taoist Wen Yuan and said: "Stop pretending, that wood-eating monster cannot steal our souls. How can it be so easy in this world?" Stolen soul."

"Master, Master, save me, that wood-eating monster is going to kill me!" Taoist Wen Yuan ignored me, but knelt in front of Zhang Jialiang and said pitifully.

"ah!"

While Taoist Wen Yuan was speaking, the word "fight" in the Nine-Character Mantra hit the wood-eating monster again. Each of these three words was more powerful than the last. The moment the word "fight" hit the wood-eating monster, the wood-eating monster The grimace on the wooden monster's face that was exactly the same as that of Taoist Wenyuan became unusually faint.

Behind the thinned ghost face, I saw the original appearance of the wood-eating monster, which was an empty cloth face!

Yes, it’s just a cloth face. There is nothing behind Taoist Wenyuan’s face except a piece of cloth.

"Wenyuan!"

But Wen Yuan was so hit by the word "fight" that he flew out and lay on the ground, motionless, taking in less air and outgoing more air.

"I'll open your coffin!"

Seeing that Master Wenyuan was about to die, Zhang Jialiang couldn't bear it any longer. He pushed my hand away and ran towards where Zhou Miao's coffin was, trying to open Zhou Miao's coffin.

"If you're still pretending, don't blame me for being rude!"

I was sure that Taoist Wen Yuan lying on the ground was not a human being. The moment Zhang Jialiang ran towards Zhou Miao's coffin, I pulled out a green sword from Zhang Jialiang's back and stabbed Taoist Wen Yuan directly in the chest.

"ah!"

Taoist Wenyuan let out a shrill scream, which made Zhang Jialiang look back at me in shock.

After Zhang Jialiang saw that Taoist Wen Yuan's chest was pierced, he stared at me with big eyes and said in disbelief: "You, you, you, what are you doing?"

"Master... I can no longer fulfill my filial piety for you..." Taoist Wen Yuan looked closely at Zhang Jialiang before he died.

His words, "I can't fulfill my filial piety for you," made Zhang Jialiang look at me with eyes full of hatred. If he hadn't considered my special status, I'm afraid Zhang Jialiang would have killed me with a thunderous move.

"You, you, you..." After Zhang Jialiang restrained himself for a long time, he pointed a trembling finger at me and said: "Get out of here, I don't need your help anymore. From now on, don't be with Xu Nuo either."

We are together, but my teacher does not agree..."
Chapter completed!