Hearing this, the old man nodded and said, "Well, you guy seems to have some real skills. The White Tiger Death Death Status is hidden in the mountains and is extremely obscure. If you had not had a deep understanding of Feng Shui metaphysics, it would be difficult to find this place. As for this male corpse, he was looking for death. When I went out to find the source of the corpse that day and was digging an ancient corpse to refine the zombie, I happened to be caught by this person. I turned around and ran away. I had to send a ghost to capture his soul. It was not until the night of the next day that I found his body and hooked his body up. It was beyond my expectation that you could find this place."
"You old man is so bad that he killed my uncle. I will let the police arrest you and let you stay in prison for your whole life!" Su Manqing's eyes were red with anger. At this moment, she forgot about fear and pointed at the old man.
"Hahaha...Police? Try calling the police and see if they can find this place..." the old man laughed presumptuously.
Su Manqing is not a cultivator and does not know how powerful a cultivator is. If you want to capture such an evil cultivator, it will be useless to send many people to come. Not to mention that this old man is full of evil magic and has a profound cultivation level. Even the fog array on the outside is not allowed to enter for the rest of his life. Once he breaks in, he can only be trapped in it.
What she said was indeed a joke. Cultivators can only deal with them with practitioners. Ordinary people are useless and they are only dead. After laughing for a while, the old man looked at Ge Yu again and said, "Have you broken the fog array?"
"Nonsense, can you find you if you don't break it?" Ge Yu said disdainfully.
"Where are those vicious corpse dogs I raise?" The old man's eyes began to become slim.
"I killed them all, and none of them were left for you." Ge Yu smiled.
"The seven-star life and death coffin blocking the entrance of the cave, the seven zombies in the coffin were collected by me for a lot of effort. Have you bypassed those zombies and came in from elsewhere?" the old man said in confusion.
"Sorry, I broke in. All the zombies you made were ruined by me. Even the coffin boards I smashed into pieces!" The smile on the corner of Ge Yu's mouth became even more obvious.
"Good boy! It's indeed a character. I've finished everything I should say. Since you have ruined my many arrangements, I can only take your life and let you guard the mountain gate here!"
As he said that, the old man suddenly stood up, his hunched body became extremely majestic for a moment. A dark evil aura steeped out from his body, and his ragged clothes were also bulging and full of momentum.
Seeing that the old man was about to take action, Ge Yu also looked shaking, reached out and touched his waist, pulling out the Maoshan Seven-Star Sword.
With a slight shaking of his hand, a golden light suddenly appeared in the Maoshan Seven-Star Sword, and instantly surged, turning into a long sword more than one meter long. The seven small swords hung on it suddenly made a sound of dinging, like a death knives, pointing directly at the old man.
The old man saw the Maoshan Seven-Star Sword in Ge Yu's hand, and his sharp eyes immediately burst into bright light.
The Maoshan Seven-Star Sword is a holy weapon in Maoshan. Any older generation of practitioners in the martial arts world knows that there is such a magic weapon, but few people have seen it because this magic weapon has always been carried by Zhenren Chenyuan.
However, the grand aura emitted from the Maoshan Seven-Star Sword is vast and the golden light is dazzling. The old man saw it as a rare magic weapon, and he couldn't help but wonder, is this magic weapon the legendary Maoshan Seven-Star Sword?
In a panic, the old man said gloomyly: "The magic weapon in your hand is the Maoshan holy weapon-the Maoshan Seven-Star Sword?"
"Oh, the old man is quite knowledgeable and actually knows the magic weapon in my hand. It's good. This is my Maoshan treasure - Maoshan Seven-Star Sword!" Ge Yu said with a smile.
"The Maoshan Seven-Star Sword is not inherited by the Maoshan Master. How could you, a yellow-haired child, have this magic weapon?" The old man became more and more frightened.
"Maoshan Master Longhua is my senior brother, and my master is Zhenren Chenyuan, so that you can understand it!" Ge Yu said again.
The old man took a breath. Although he felt a little unbelievable, the guy in front of him, looking less than 20 years old, actually said that the Maoshan leader Longhua Zhenren was his senior brother and Zhenren Chenyuan Zhenren was his master!
However, the Maoshan Seven-Star Sword he held in his hand could not deceive people. The seven small swords hanging on the main sword are the best proof. Such a magic weapon cannot be copied into the second one.
"You're the guy from Maoshan! I'm killing each person from Maoshan!" The old man was shocked and angry. Without saying anything, he stretched out his hand and threw it towards Ge Yu with the big brush that was brushing corpse oil in his hand.
A large piece of corpse oil emitted an extremely foul stench and attacked Ge Yu. Ge Yu's heart sank and threw out a yellow talisman, bursting out, and a large ball of fire blocked him, blocking all the corpse oil.
Next, the old man directly lifted the bucket of corpse oil, dipped it in a big brush with the corpse oil, and threw it towards Ge Yu one after another.
Ge Yu kept dodging, and at the same time he was quickly approaching the old man.
I don't know how the corpse oil was refined by that old man. Ge Yu was so fast that he kept dodging. When the corpse oil fell on the ground and on the wall, it made a "sizzling" sound, and even the stones corroded and white smoke came out. If it fell on people, the consequences could be imagined.
The corpse oil was thrown out, and it was a large area, which was airtight and completely blocked Ge Yu's way. The closer he got to the old man, the more difficult it was. This corpse oil was too evil, and Ge Yu didn't dare to touch it at all.
Some of the corpse oil was thrown towards Su Manqing. At this moment, several rays of light suddenly burst out from the spirit-gathering tower in Su Manqing's hand. The aura of various colors wrapped Su Manqing, isolated all the corpse oil and did not fall on her at all.
"Boy, you are a little tender. If you kill you, I will keep your Maoshan Seven-Star Sword and use it yourself, haha..." The old man laughed unrestrainedly, and the big brush in his hand kept spilling, and the corpse oil fell on the ground, and the steaming and rotten white aura was everywhere, making people feel sick.
Chapter completed!