Origin Chapter 589: Farewell

Wu Zhongyuan originally suspected that he was dazzled, but Zhao Ying's words confirmed that he had no dizziness, and the old man in the coffin had indeed opened his eyes.

"The problem lies with the butterfly," Zhao Ying guessed nervously, "is it your rich lady friend?"

"It shouldn't be." Wu Zhongyuan shook his head and said. Although he gave Wan Shanhong nine volumes of the yin zodiac tome, it hasn't been that long. It is also impossible to cultivate to the state where the primordial spirit is out of the body within time.

"Is it an enemy or a friend?" Zhao Ying asked eagerly.

Wu Zhongyuan didn't answer. Zhao Ying's question was exactly what he was thinking about urgently. This is an immortal body without primordial spirit. No matter who is possessed by it, he will have an immortal cultivation base. It's okay to be a friend. In the event of an enemy, the consequences would be unimaginable.

At this moment, the lid of the iron coffin began to shake slightly, and it was obvious that the people inside were trying to lift the lid.

At the critical moment, Zhao Ying showed the quick response that an agent should have, jumping on the coffin lid, stepping down, pressing the loose lid back, "Make a decision quickly."

Wu Zhongyuan frowned, thinking anxiously, this piebald butterfly came from outside, and now he can't be sure whether the soul possessed by the butterfly is Wanshanhong, if it is Wanshanhong from somewhere else Encountered an accident, and in desperation, possessed the butterfly to continue its life. At this time, it is very likely to kill it by mistake. Even if it is only one in ten thousand, I dare not take this risk.

There are two other reasons why he doesn't dare to act rashly. One is that this immortal body has been parked here for many years. Only Wan Shanhong knows that there is such a body here, and outsiders don't know about it at all. The second is that if you want to kill the angel, you must hold the long sword backwards and kill the soul. It is useless to simply hurt the body. As long as there is spiritual energy, the broken body can be recovered at any time. Once the soul is killed, the consequences are irreversible. Whether it was Wu Dalie's silkworm magic or the metamorphosis pill in his waist pouch, he couldn't restore his primordial spirit.

At this moment, the coffin lid vibrated violently again, Zhao Ying bent her knees and stepped on it again, pressing it back with great reluctance.

"If it's a friend, I won't show my identity." Zhao Ying pulled out the small hand gun from her waist.

Zhao Ying's words reminded Wu Zhongyuan, looking around eagerly, looking for iron chains and ropes to bind the iron coffin.

But there are no chains and ropes here, and the search was fruitless. Wu Zhongyuan pulled out the long sword around his waist with his backhand, held it in both hands, concentrated his energy, and at the same time shouted loudly, "Get down."

Hearing Wu Zhongyuan's words, Zhao Ying hurriedly jumped off the iron coffin. At the same time as she left the iron coffin, Wu Zhongyuan's long sword slashed down. Divide the iron coffin in two.

In order to leave room for remediation, Wu Zhongyuan did not cut off the iron coffin in the middle, nor did he choose the upper part of the iron coffin, but took three feet on the left side of the iron coffin, which is below the waist of the angel's body.

The iron coffin is split. From the gap, you can see the broken legs of the angel's body. Due to the narrow gap, you can't see the upper part of the scene. Now the iron coffin has been broken, and there is no need for spiritual energy to enter. The body of the sackclothed old man is rapidly fading, and his face is carrying a sinister and sinister sneer.

Seeing this, Wu Zhongyuan froze in his heart, eagerly drew out his sword, and slashed again.

Before the sword energy touched the neck of the body, the mutilated body of the old man in linen quickly faded and disappeared without a trace.

Wu Zhongyuan has experienced countless wars, big and small, but he has never encountered such a strange situation today. Seeing the old man in sackcloth disappear, he instantly breaks out in a cold sweat. This fleshly body is an immortal cultivation base. No matter who controls it, it will have its His own cultivation base, with his current spiritual energy cultivation base, is simply not enough to fight against the opponent.

Thinking of this, I eagerly raised my hand, wanting to cast a thousand miles to send Zhao Ying away first, but after raising my hand, I suddenly remembered that the two were underground at the moment, and casting a spell from here would send Zhao Ying back to modern times underground, which is equivalent to putting it to death.

He couldn't allow him to think too much at a critical moment, so he stretched out his hand and grabbed Zhao Ying, performed the birth method, and rushed towards the exit.

Without waiting for the two to rush out of the stone gate, the heavy stone gate began to quickly close. Seeing this, Wu Zhongyuan's heart was beating wildly, and he desperately urged his spiritual energy to rush out before the stone gate closed, and then went up the stairs to the second floor , At this time, he finally understood why his heart palpitations were blocked earlier. It was an ominous sign, and it was a hunch and warning of the calamity coming from the primordial spirit.

The five-story underground stone chamber is in the shape of an inverted triangle. The higher the stone chamber is, the larger the area. The ground, rushed to the two and smashed back.

Seeing that although the fluorite was huge, it did not come quickly. Wu Zhongyuan hurriedly released his heart, shrugged his shoulders and raised his arms when he rushed forward, and sent out the fire dragon infuriating at the huge fluorite.

At the same time as he stimulated the fire dragon infuriating, there was a crisp sound of gunfire beside him. Needless to say, it was Zhao Ying who found the old man in linen who was chasing after him and was shooting to block it.

YiZhi recoiled back after the collision of the fire dragon's infuriating energy, and got stuck in the middle of the closing stone gate. Wu Zhongyuan stepped on the ground and rushed forward, dragging Zhao Ying out of the gap above the Fluorite. Stone gate.

"He has no legs and is suspended in the air." Zhao Ying said loudly.

Wu Zhongyuan didn't answer the call. He knew the priorities and knew that he was not the opponent's opponent. The top priority was to return to the ground as soon as possible, and use a thousand miles to send Zhao Ying away safely.

After two consecutive shots, the two rushed into the first floor, Zhao Ying said loudly, "I hit him."

"It's useless, you can't kill him." Wu Zhongyuan jumped up and dragged Zhao Ying to the exit.

At the moment when the two left the ground, the remaining weapons in the stone room on the first floor made a resonant sound, and at the same time they floated in the air, facing each other.

Just as the weapons turned to face each other, Zhao Ying fired again, three shots in a row. Although it was not enough to kill the sackclothed old man, it caused a lot of disturbance to him. The speed of the weapon's turning and movement was greatly slowed down. rushed out of the stone gate.

Wu Zhongyuan slapped with his backhand, triggering the closed door mechanism, and then dragged Zhao Yingji to rush up.

Although Wu Zhongyuan didn't look back, he judged that the stone gate was stuck by the sound of force and the sound of the sword breaking from behind him, and the sword in the stone room was flying out.

At this moment, every second counts, and Wu Zhongyuan has no time to look back to intercept it, so he has to accelerate with all his strength, drag Zhao Ying out of the ground, come to the stone house on the ground, and rush to the south door after turning around.

Not only did the two turn around, but a large number of swords, like maggots in the tarsus, also turned around after rushing out of the ground, and flew towards the two with a shocking sound of breaking wind.

The door of the stone house was closed. When Wu Zhongyuan rushed to the door and activated the mechanism to open the door, Zhao Ying fired the last bullet, then threw away the hand gun, stretched her arms, and hugged from behind. Wu Zhongyuan, "loveyouforever!"

Although Wu Zhongyuan lowered his head to open the door, he was able to judge by the sound of the breaking wind how far the sword was flying away from him. He also knew why Zhao Ying made this move. Due to the number of swords, there was nowhere to dodge. He had to shrug his shoulders to break free from Zhao Ying's hold, turned around eagerly, poured out his spiritual energy, and protected each other, "Haha, what did you just say?"

While he was laughing, the sword flew by and the door opened.

A master of purple qi can extend the aura and condense the aura barrier to defend itself, but Wu Zhongyuan is very clear that his aura cannot stop the rapid arrival of a large number of swords. At the moment when the door is opened, more than a dozen swords stabbed from behind him. Entering, because the aura barrier weakened the sword's offensive, although the sword inserted from the back penetrated the body and injured the five internal organs, it did not penetrate through the hole, showing in front of him.

Wu Zhongyuan pushed Zhao Ying out of the door, probing with his right hand, pinching tricks, and at the same time smiling and reassuring, "I have the method of restraint, you don't have to worry, I will send you away first."

Zhao Ying's eyes were wide open and she was speechless. Although she didn't know how many swords were stuck behind Wu Zhongyuan's back, she could see as many as four. Although Wu Zhongyuan was laughing, there was blood in his mouth when he opened his mouth. Incapable of resisting a powerful opponent, the reason why she insisted on lying is because she didn't want to make her sad when she returned to the modern age.

Wu Zhongyuan cast the spell with all her strength, and Zhao Ying soon realized her abnormality. Seeing that she could no longer move, she could only be shocked and moved, and shouted, "I love you!"

"Hey, what did you say?" Blood dripped from the corner of Wu Zhongyuan's mouth.

"I love..."