Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors Chapter 356

The full moon hangs high, like the eyes of a fox.

At night, Weiyang Street looks extraordinarily empty and deserted.

In front of the steamed buns shop on the corner, the man in fancy clothes looked out of place.

"Master Wu, long time no see!"

The respectful voice sounded slowly on the empty street, spreading like ripples from near to far.

The busy Lao Wu turned his back to the man in Chinese clothing, his work in his hand paused slightly, his straight figure was like a knife, and in an instant, he revealed a majesty that is rarely seen in normal times.

The man in Chinese clothing raised his eyes and stared, a trace of cold sweat seeping from his forehead.

To be honest, if it wasn't necessary, he didn't want to come here to contact the evil star in front of him.

"Has the Imperial Palace not forgotten me as a waste person?"

Lao Wu packed up the knives on the chopping board, without turning his head, his voice was indifferent.

"Master Wu is joking. He has been away for ten years, and his fierce name is still the same. Master Wu is still the same Master Wu." The man in Chinese clothes respectfully said.

These words come from the heart, from the heart.

He knew very well that the man in front of him lived here, but ten years ago, he was a sharp blade cultivated by the Imperial Palace.

He has practiced so far, and he has never failed. The souls of the dead who died under his sword are all well-known, noble and prominent, and are not in the same dust as ordinary people.

Undefeated in a thousand battles, the bones are like mountains, and under the victory or defeat, it is life and death.

This man never survived under the knife, and his murderous name was killed.

It can be said that Lao Wu is the most perfect killing machine that the Imperial Palace has cultivated in the past 20 years.

All this is only because he has cultivated the [Killing Dao] secretly passed down by the Imperial Palace.

Throughout the ages, there were very few disciples of the Imperial Palace who could practice this way.

Serve killing with your body, and drive Qingming freely.

Such qualifications are unique.

He is also one of the few people who has been given the surname "Wu" as a person with a surname other than that.

"I've been away for many years, and it's rare that the Imperial Palace still remembers me. It's a pity that the old man has withered away. It seems that there is nothing left to cherish." Lao Wu raised his head, and the movement in his hand paused again.

He turned his back to the man in Chinese clothes and couldn't see his expression.

"Although the people are not there, the love is still there." The man in Chinese clothing narrowed his eyes.

"Love... Love... The saddest thing in a person's life is the level of love!" Lao Wu murmured.

Originally, he just wanted to live here, indifferently, and opened a bun shop with a deserted business, and lived the rest of his life.

However, the Imperial Palace did have an unavoidable affection for him.

Back then, he was just a little devil who fled the famine and prayed for life. He died of starvation and even used mud to eat.

In the ancient temple in the wilderness, the dark night was deep, facing the corpse in front of him, the hunger-induced desire made him unbearable.

At that time, a group of cars passed by. Those people were aloof and graceful, and he would never forget that look in his life.

"What is human nature before life and death?"

The man rode on the horse, looked at the young man, and sighed softly.

On that day, it was a turning point of fate, and he followed him back to the Imperial Palace.

At that time, no one would have thought that in ten years, he would be a terrible knife.

"Should this love be repaid?" Lao Wu said softly.

He stopped the work in his hands and turned around slowly, his indifferent eyes changed, his eyes were full of energy, like a sudden flash of sword light, terrifying.

The man in Chinese clothing just glanced at it, and took a step back subconsciously, in awe.

"Wu... Master Wu... I'm joking, it's all my own family, why..."

"Tell me, what's the matter?" Lao Wu interrupted him and asked.

"I want to ask Master Wu to help kill someone." The man in Chinese clothes said with a low body.

"Who?" Lao Wu asked in a deep voice.

Since he can let him take action, he must not be an unknown person.

"Yanjun!"

The night wind whistled, blowing out the dim candles, and the scattered fireworks died in the darkness.

The moonlight was dimly blazing in front of the steamed buns.

The man in Chinese clothes looked up and stared, but he couldn't see Lao Wu's face.

"I know."

After a long silence, Lao Wu finally responded.

"Master Wu..." The man in Chinese clothing didn't get a definite answer, and spoke again.

"I said I got it." Lao Wu shouted in a deep voice, "Go away."

The look of the man in Chinese clothing changed and changed, he didn't dare to say anything more, and bowed respectfully.

"Master Wu, the youngest retire."

The footsteps gradually moved away, and there was a sigh in the dark steamed bun shop.

Plum Fragrance Courtyard.

Zhou Dao recovered from the cultivation state, he held his breath and absorbed the boundless blood energy in his body back into the [Qi Hai Aperture].

"It's changed!"

Zhou Dao walked to the yard and watched the dark clouds gather in the sky, covering them.

Suddenly, his heart moved slightly, and a strange feeling rose up. Good fortune and misfortune came together, and he felt something in his heart, and he looked sideways subconsciously.

"It's a good feeling, it's a blessing to the soul, no wonder you can pick up the Black Prison King Stone."

A cold voice sounded in the yard.

Zhou Dao was horrified, I saw a man in black armor walking slowly from the darkness, the space around him was distorted, and everyone in the courtyard seemed to be exiled, in a dream, unable to perceive the changes in the outside world.

The breath conveyed by this man was heavy and terrifying.

Zhou Dao was terrified, this feeling was never felt even by King Huo Long.

"Who are you?" Zhou Dao asked silently.

Even if he thinks with his toes, he can think that the man in front of him is definitely a master, a master who is no weaker than King Huo Long.

"I am the master of the black prison, here to save you." The black armored man whispered.

"Master of the Black Prison? Save me?" Zhou Dao looked blank.

"You picked up the Black Prison King Stone of Wanbao Pavilion, and you have a fate with me."

The master of the black prison fixed his gaze and stared at Zhou Dao, as if he had unearthed a treasure.

The power of the Black Prison comes from the [Black Prison King Stone].

In this world, not everyone can match it.

The little guy in front of him is too rare, how could he miss it?

That's why, as the master of the black prison, he came from the capital without hesitation, in order to take the young man in front of him away.

"Black Prison King Stone!?"

Zhou Dao was stunned, he did not expect that the black stone of Wanbao Pavilion had such a history, and there was such a terrifying existence behind him.

On that day, he just did it by hand, and UU reading www.uukanshu.com helped Jiang Yuan obtain [Nie Fa Tong].

"Senior..." Zhou Dao whispered, just about to speak.

A terrifying force surged, and his body gradually got off the ground, and he was about to break through the air and escape.

"No need to say more, this is a fortune that you can't cultivate in eight lifetimes. It's useless to smoke from your ancestral grave." The black prison master chuckled.

From now on, there will be a successor in his black prison.

"King Li, put him down."

At this moment, an indifferent voice came from the corner of the yard.

Zhou Dao's body was pulled by another force, which canceled each other out and fell to the ground.

He looked up and couldn't help but change color.

There, a man walked slowly, wearing a commoner, ordinary, sharp edge.

"Li Zangfeng!" The expression of the master of the black prison suddenly changed.

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