In the green mountain in Chang'an, a stone pavilion near the cliff, a black figure stood in the wind like a ghost, a black robe flies, and a silver mask is strange and weird.

Above his head, the eagle cut through the sky, fell on the shoulders of the black robe for a short time, and then flew away.

There was a rolled up message tube on the black robe's hand.

He read the letter, but the contents inside did not show him a look of surprise. The betrayal of Qi Wu and Lingzhi seemed to be as expected by him.

The two excellent chess pieces that he had worked hard to cultivate turned and threw themselves into others. As the black robe that had suffered losses in his interests, he could not see any anger, anger, resentment, or even dissatisfaction.

His calm emotions were not broken until someone arrived.

The familiar aura approached Linya Shi Pavilion, but the black robe did not look back, and she only said in a hoarse voice:

"I didn't expect that you, the heroic man in front of Your Majesty, would be willing to come to see me in a condescending manner. I thought you thought I was sure to lose, and you were ready to draw a clear line with me."

He is a child-like face, Wuji real person with a tall and elegant temperament, holding a whisk in his hand and smiling with a warm smile.

He wore a silver robe, made of the most exquisite embroidered wool techniques and silver threads that were as thin as silk. When he was shining with the sun, he was filled with brilliance and looked extremely luxurious.

He was humble and polite, and bowed to the back of the black robe: "Where is the Lord, how could the friendship between us for many years be damaged by this small setback?"

"Minister Wuji is really used to the one he says and one he has to do." The black robe spared no effort to mock the Monster Wuji. When he turned around and saw the silver robe on Wuji, he saw the stars, sun and moon shining above him.

"The Lord has been in a difficult situation recently, and I can understand that I have resentment. After all, we are friends for many years." Wuji Zhenren never saw any signs of being angry.

"Your silver robe is what Your Majesty gave you?" The black robe couldn't help asking.

"I dare not refuse the gift from the emperor." Wuji Zhenren had no arrogant attitude, and even his luxurious silver robe died introverted with him.

Heibo smiled sarcastically: "Why pretend like this in front of me? When I helped you kill your master Ziqing Zhenren and helped you sit in the position of the master of the sect, you were not like this now."

Wuji Zhenren was unmoved at all, and even his smile was not shaken: "Master, he is just going to pursue the Tao in his heart."

"Shameless." Black Rou shook her head and sighed.

Two or three side dishes were placed in the stone pavilion, and a pot of hot wine.

In the past, every word and sentence was directed at Wuji Zhenren's black robe, but now he is like a warm host to entertain guests, and he also poured a glass of wine for Wuji Zhenren.

Wuji Zhenren looked at the wine in the glass and suddenly said, "I heard that there is something going on in Baitang City?"

The black robe had already finished drinking the first glass of wine. Hearing this, he looked at Wuji Zhenren: "It seems that the news about you in the North is also very flexible."

"The believers of the Eternal Life Sect are everywhere in all corners of the world."

Black Rou laughed and said, "So, you came to me today for this?"

“That place…”

The black robe smiled meaningfully, and he rubbed the celadon pattern on the wine glass, and the old god said:

"Do you really think I'll lose? Lose to a mere teenage little doll?"

Wuji Zhenren said: "Don't underestimate her, behind it is the entire Jiang clan."

"Jiang clan, sneer." Heibo sneered, "If you don't come today, I will definitely not tell you a word. But since you are here today, I will let you watch carefully, how did I kill our Jiang clan's destiny witch master with my own hands!"

When the black robe said that, she could feel the mad destruction in her eyes through the mask.

That kind of extreme excitement, extreme fanaticism, extreme desire for destruction - this kind of appearance can no longer be simply described as madness.

Wuji Zhenren looked at the black robe quietly, as if he was watching a madman.

"Don't look at me like that. I said I won't lose! In that barrier, I have already buried the third trap. As long as the little baby stepped into that place, he will definitely..."

Before he could finish his words, his face changed drastically after the mask!

He reached out and grabbed the clothes on his chest, and grabbed the heart in pain.

The surging qi and blood even further disrupted the aura in his body, and a huge backlash power came to him.

Soon, Black Rou vomited blood in big mouthfuls. Even if he covered his mouth tightly, it would be useless, and blood still oozed out of his fingers.

Between the pain and chaos, the silver mask in the black robe slammed on the ground, revealing the face behind the mask.

Wuji Zhenren sat firmly on the stone bench, watching everything calmly, without moving.

It was not the first time he had known Black Robe for decades.

This was the first time I saw him in such a miserable state, sweat mixed with blood, and he seemed to be dead at any time.

Wuji Zhenren said in his heart, unable to say whether it was emotion or gloating.

"It's a backlash." Wuji Zhenren said quietly, "Is this what you said to kill your witch master?"

"I...wow!" Another mouthful of blood mixed with internal organ fragments was spit out. The black robe quickly turned from her sleeve to the medicine bottle. She took a full bottle of precious elixirs before suppressing his injuries and did not continue to vomit blood.

The black robe sat in a mess next to a pool of blood, her head was messy and old and pale.

"You were defeated, black robe." Wuji Zhenren suddenly stood up, took a step back, and dusted the dust that did not exist on the silver robe. "Thank you for letting me see the results today."

Heibo still doesn't accept this fact. He has clearly arranged everything and is sure to win. Why did he lose in the end?

His eyes and expression fully revealed his unwillingness and discomfort.

"Don't you understand? You lost from the beginning. You Jiang clan have already opened up the gap in your bloodline. How can you win the Jiang family's direct divine blood and the future destiny witch master?" Wuji Zhenren smiled faintly, as if he had seen this result a long time ago.

The black robe's throat was already hoarse and like a broken gong: "Did you think my plan would not be successful in the morning? Then why did you still cooperate with me and swear that you would send me to the position of the witch master..."

"If you want the horse to run, you have to let the horse eat grass. Even if it is not enough to eat grass, it will be nice. What about the black robe?" Wuji Zhenren turned around calmly, and his leisurely voice drifted with the wind-

"I forgot to tell you that five hundred years ago, there were foreign Qi Refiners participating in the chaos in the sacred mountain of your Jiang clan. One of them was the founder of my Changsheng Sect, the founder of the Beiming Realm."

His back left was chic and elegant.

I never touched the wine and food on the table from beginning to end.

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