Chapter 160

Qin Mu knew the ability of blind people's mind and eyes, and he had already seen it. Although blind people can't see, they "see" more things than others.

He stood up and looked from a distance. There were golden lights around the peak, circling the peak.

Qingniu ran with all his strength, getting closer and closer to the peak. Before long, he saw that the light became thicker and thicker, and around the peak like streamers, shuttling back and forth, surrounding the peak.

When the distance was closer, there were many more things in those golden lights. It was the magic power of the Witch King. Some golden lights contained a machete, some golden lights contained a golden man, and some golden lights contained a golden dragon rolling.

The strength of the Witch King is amazing. It can be called the Witch King only when it reaches the realm of heaven and man. However, Loulan golden palace is, after all, a holy land outside the Great Wall. Most of the witch kings who come to hunt down Bashan to offer wine are in the realm of life and death, and even there is a religious leader in the realm of Shenqiao, with great momentum.

Qingniu ran and was only ten miles away from the peak. Qin Mu looked again and saw that there was a Witch King in the East, South, West, north, Southeast, southwest, northeast and northwest of the peak.

The Witch King Bird head in the East was holding a round mirror. The mirror was strange. There were twelve snow-white bones growing out of the mirror, which he held in his hand, and a golden light shone from the mirror;

The Witch King leopard in the West has a human body, holding a stick in his hand. A tail like thing is tied to the top of the stick, which is floating, and the length is about the same as the stick. The tip of the staff is a golden skeleton, with golden eyes;

The Witch King in the south is three golden men and three wolf heads.

The Witch King in the North has a bird's head and two wings on his back. The two wings constantly produce a golden sword, which turns into a sword stream and attacks the central peak.

The appearance of witch kings in the southeast, southwest, northeast and northwest is also strange. Some have animal heads and eight arms, some have six feet, some have many wings, some have many eyes on their faces, and their palms also have eyes.

Although Qin Mu had seen the Wu zunlou compass, he still had to marvel at the evil and powerful of this skill.

On the mountain peak in the middle, the knife light is vertical and horizontal, blocking the magical powers killed from eight directions.

From time to time, boulders fall down from that peak, one by one as big as a quadrangle. In this case, you can't see it clearly in the distance. You can only barely see things like dust fall. Only when you come near, can you know how huge the dust is.

The peak has been cut like a bare column by the magic powers of Bashan sacrifice and the eight witch kings. Only the mountain where Bashan sacrifice stands has some green vegetation.

The butcher looked at it, sighed with relief, and said with a smile, "big mouth is not dead. Let's go back."

Qin Mu couldn't laugh or cry, and qingniu rushed forward with all his strength.

At the foot of the mountain, the butcher suddenly soared into the air, and a knife light burst into the air, which was extremely bright. Qin Mu looked up and felt that the light seemed to become a little dark after flashing. It seemed that the light was too bright, and it imprinted a knife mark in the pupils of his eyes, and it seemed that it was too sharp to cut the sky.

He couldn't tell which one it was.

"Sky Khan!"

A scream came, a head rolled down in the sky, and a headless bird wing Witch King flapped his wings. Everywhere in the air was golden, which was the Witch King with a bird's body in the north.

Among the many witch kings present, only he was the leader of the divine bridge realm. As a result, he was secretly attacked by the butcher and killed with a knife.

Butcher is a school of war skills. It is conceivable that he will end up close to him.

The butcher fell down and still landed firmly on qingniu's back. He stopped qingniu and said, "your master is all right. If you get hurt a little more, you can kill him. Qingniu, take us to Loulan golden palace."

The green bull hesitated and said, "don't you save the master? The master is filial and always remembers your kindness."

"Why did you save him? Bother me?"

The butcher shook his head and said, "I've been very quiet in the village these years. The thought of being nagged by this guy makes my head grow bigger. If you let me go, you can go and eat beef. Do you know what I do in the village?"

Qingniu fought a cold war and dared not speak. This cow was clever and had long seen that he was a butcher who killed pigs and cattle.

"Master!"

On that mountain peak, the voice of Bashan sacrifice came. It was obviously injured, and he was a little short of breath. He was pleasantly surprised and said, "master, it was you! I knew you weren't dead. For so many years, you threw me in Yankang and ran out to have fun by yourself. How can you compensate me? I have a lot to say to you..."

"Run." Butcher way.

Qingniu hurried to the direction of Loulan golden palace. Bashan sacrifice was about to rush out of the mountain. It was suppressed by the joint efforts of seven other witch kings and had to fall back on the mountain.

The seven witch kings were also difficult to ride a tiger. The eight of them worked together to suppress the Bashan sacrifice and planned to refine him to death. Unexpectedly, the legendary Tian Khan, who had been dead for many years, reappeared and killed the most powerful Witch King among them with a knife.

They thought that Tian Khan would attack them, and Bashan sacrifice was also demoralized. Instead, they attacked them at the same time, dragging them down, making them unable to escape, and frightening them out of their wits.

Now, Tian Khan actually threw Bashan sacrifice wine here and ran away on an ox.

Bashan sacrifice was also confused. Suddenly, he woke up, scolded, and stabbed the old man's backbone behind his back.

After another half day, qingniu took them back to the weak water lake and stopped.

The butcher looked at the blind man and said, "blind man, you and the shepherd accompany me up the mountain. I don't have a lower body now, and I can't beat the old man."

"OK."

The blind man jumped down from the cow's back. Qin Mu asked lingyuxiu fox linger and qingniu to stay here and said, "we'll go back."

Lingyuxiu nodded, "be careful."

The butcher came to the weak water lake and shook his head and said, "Bashan, who hasn't made progress for so many years, hasn't even moved this lake."

He inhaled long, and the lingyuxiu little fox and the green cow behind him couldn't help but be shocked. He saw the wind billowing around, and the clouds in the sky were swept by the wind, rushing to the upper body of the old man in front of them!

The grassland was high and the clouds were low, but it was thousands of feet away from them. The old man took a breath, and even the white clouds in the sky were sucked into his stomach, which was a little too strong!

"This is, this is... The top martial arts school in the legend!"

Lingyuxiu's heart was shocked. Since Yankang national master called the strong of the war technology school to talk about it, the strong of the war technology school died and fled, and some people hid and disappeared.

However, in that debate, there was no top player in the field of war technology.

The battle skill flow is stronger than the physical body, and the top battle skill flow strong have a characteristic, that is, a part of their body has become God!

They don't need to deliberately display their magic power. Every move is their magic power.

Obviously, this old man with only the upper body exists in this way.

The butcher took a full breath, and the clouds near them were almost sucked by him, and then blew out in one breath.

Hua La, the weak water lake in front of them was suddenly lifted up, and the water waves became higher and higher, like a sea standing up.

The erected sea retreated rapidly, and was blown into the snow mountain almost in an instant, filling the large and small valleys of the snow mountain.

In front of them, the lake dried up, and even the bones in the lake were blown away. Although the bottom of the lake was still a little wet, there was no silt, and the silt was scraped clean.

Qin Mu opened his eyes to see that the veil covering the lake was also blown away by the Butcher at one breath. He didn't know where to fly.

The top masters of the war technology school will not change the magic power of geography, but such existence is incomparable. Why do you need magic power to change geography and weather?

"Wouldn't it be invincible to have the body of the war skill school, the sword art of the sword school, and the magic power of the magic school?"

Qin Mu blinked and followed the butcher. What he practiced was the three Dan skill of Ba ti. The three Dan skill of Ba Ti was good at everything, but there was no magic power, no method of body refining, and no sword technique.

The butcher also didn't teach him his body refining skill because he practiced the three Dan skill of Ba Ti, so as not to delay his cultivation into the country.

In fact, everyone in the village has his own unique skill, but no one taught him.

In Loulan golden palace, a piece of exclamation, one breath, blew away the weak water lake in front of the golden palace. Such supernatural powers are unimaginable. How can we not shock the witches in the golden palace?

In front of the temple, the Wu Zun stood with a scepter in his hand, and two golden lights in his eyes fell on the three people who were walking by the bottom of the lake, and the corners of his eyes shook.

He was the leader of the golden palace. Because he envied the butcher's powerful flesh, he immediately sneaked into Yankang after learning that the butcher waved a knife to heaven and was beheaded by the gods, destroyed the small sect that robbed the butcher's lower body, and took away the butcher's lower body.

He knew that the butcher's body was more than his own, so he resolutely cut off his lower body and replaced it with the butcher's body.

Now, the situation in his nightmare has become a reality.

That day Khan didn't die. He survived. Now he comes to find himself to get his lower body back.

The corners of Wu Zun's eyes trembled violently, and he turned and walked into the temple. On the upper wall of the shrine in the temple sat a golden bone, human and beast shaped. There were a total of 18 shrines. Seventeen shrines were all golden bones, and in the eighteenth shrine sat an old man who was unkempt and only skin and bones, sitting dead.

"Great master, the sky Khan is coming." The Wu Zun leaned on a stick, knelt on one knee and bowed his head.

The shaggy old man who was as thin as firewood in the shrine opened his eyes, his eyes were extremely sharp, and his voice was like an owl: "where is the reincarnation holy child I want you to find for me?"

Wu Zun's golden forehead burst out some fine golden sweat, and said in a astringent voice, "I haven't found it yet..."

The shaggy old man's voice was sharp: "there is no reincarnation of the holy child. Isn't my reincarnation of the seventeen lifetimes all in vain? I'm only half a step away from becoming a god!"

Wu Zun bowed his head deeply and dared not speak.

The shaggy old man said sternly, "with me, Tiandao doesn't dare to embarrass you, but I won't easily lose my life to help you. Return his lower body to him and find the reincarnation holy child for me immediately!"

Wu Zun was surprised, and suddenly a light flashed, cutting a line on his waist, so that he had no time to stop it.

Wu Zun was silent. After a moment, he said, "brother Jiacuo, come in."

Hearing the news, a Witch King hurried into the temple and bowed down and said, "what's the matter with the witch master?"

Wu Zun raised his scepter, pierced his head, then cut off his lower body and connected it with his own body. His face was ancient well without waves, bowed and said, "master, disciples leave."