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Bujie had no confidence when he played this trick.

But since I'm going to die anyway, why not give it a try?

So he took the gamble, and after paying the literal price of half his life, he won the gamble.

He pushed Yan Hui back a few steps, and his arm became numb for a moment, preventing the opponent from launching a fifth palm strike.

According to his original plan, if he lost, both he and Zhang Hong would die. If he won, he would die, and Zhang Hong would hold on for five breaths and deal with Yan Hui.

And now, Yan Hui's state of mind was affected, and he actually missed the target a little, so that only half of his body was lost. It was a huge profit for him.

Yan Hui's palm returned to normal, Bujie fell to the ground, revealing Zhang Hong.

The dragon head behind Zhang Hong opened his eyes.

Yan Hui turned and left.

But with his leg strength, how could he possibly get away?

"If you still have a trace of my master's soul in you, please be respectful."

All the dragon heads flowed into Zhang Hong's fist.

Yan Hui stood there, sighed, turned around silently, and sat cross-legged on the ground.

He faced Bujie, each of them missing an arm, one was covered in golden light, the other was covered in blood.

The golden light dissipated, and Yan Hui raised his hands and clasped them together.

"Namo Amitabha."

A dragon roar echoed across the grassland.

On the grassland, three people were sitting and one was lying. Next to them was a pit with a headless corpse in it.

After Gu Changfeng and Wu Ziteng arrived, they fed Bujie some medicinal pills to control his injuries, but his body was completely shattered and it was unknown how much of his cultivation would be left after he recovered.

The body of the Left Envoy was put into a pit and buried hastily. His head will be sent back to the Red Lotus Sect and handed over to Yang He for disposal in the future. After all, he was once the leader of the Red Lotus Sect.

And Yan Hui, after his invincible golden body dissipated on his own, was smashed to pieces by Zhang Hong's powerful punch. Not even a complete piece of debris could be found. Finally, Zhang Hong picked up a half-remaining finger, wrapped it in a piece of tattered cassock, and prepared to take it back to Dabei Temple for cremation.

No matter what Yan Hui did in his life, he was still the abbot of Dabei Temple and the head of Buddhists in the world. He deserved a decent funeral.

If Zhao Yushu heard this, he would sneer. You don't deserve a decent funeral. So many people were killed directly or indirectly by you, and there probably isn't even anyone to collect the bodies. Bah!

But now Zhao Yushu couldn't hear it, he was still waiting.

It is impossible to tell day from night in the tomb, but judging from the senses, it is already night, and the first group of Ghost Gate disciples who were closer have already returned.

After they came back, except for one elder, the rest were ordered to stay in their rooms and not to come out.

Occasionally, when someone passed by Zhao Yushu's small tomb, they would look at him in surprise. After all, everyone sleeps in coffins, so why are you lying directly on the ground?

I don’t know what’s happening to my body out there now. I hope Yelu Mingjing hasn’t cut off my arms and legs or something. I don’t know what he’s doing after putting me here. Now, except for the teacher to come, Zhao Yushu can’t think of a way to break the impasse.

But Yelu Mingjing's numerous traps, even the hostages, are all aimed at the teacher. If the teacher really comes, can he withstand it?

I have only found a way to escape the first trap, which is far from enough.

Zhao Yushu suddenly became a little anxious. He hoped that the two days would pass quickly so that the problem here could be solved quickly and then he could find a chance to leave.

Although he was only at the seventh level, as long as he left here, he would have a great chance to continue to create trouble for Yelu Mingjing. In the duel between the two strongest inner realms, a little bit of trouble could cause the balance of victory to tilt.

Zhao Yushu couldn't help it, and immediately walked out of his small tomb. Just as one foot stepped out of the door, his vision suddenly blurred and the sect leader suddenly blocked him.

The inner-level Shadow Step is indeed so terrifying.

"What to do?"

"Looking for you."

"Find me?"

"Is everyone here?"

The master of the sect did not answer him immediately. Instead, he walked straight past him and into the small tomb chamber.

"You seem anxious."

"We have to hurry."

"Young man, don't be impatient in doing anything, especially in our line of work. If you are impatient, you will make mistakes, and if you make mistakes, you will be exposed. Exposure means failure, and the result of failure, haha, is death."

Zhao Yushu nodded and agreed with it.

"Since I asked you to wait for two days, just wait for two days."

"I can wait, but I'm afraid Yelu Mingjing can't."

"Why?"

"He has a very powerful opponent who could come at any time. Once he arrives, Yelu Mingjing will not be able to stop him. I may be forcibly awakened at any time."

Zhao Yushu's words were half threatening. If I am awakened, you will lose the chance to obtain the secret of immortality.

The sect leader smiled, a kind smile. If he took off the black robe, he would be the retired old man next door.

But now he is wearing a black robe, and he is the best assassin in the world.

Zhao Yushu suddenly thought that in later generations, Yelu Mingjing founded the underworld. The skills given away by the underworld were mostly light and strange assassination methods. Could it be that the person in front of him was teaching them?

"Then tell me now and leave on your own."

"Haha, then why am I risking my life to come here for this?"

Zhao Yushu is not stupid either, and he is trying to get benefits in every word.

"You also want to live forever?"

"I said I don't want you to believe it?"

The leader did not answer, but turned away with a smile.

"Don't leave this room. Wait another three hours."

His little trick worked, the sect leader became anxious and began to speed up the gathering of people.

If you are anxious, you will make mistakes. If you make mistakes, you will fail. The price of failure is death.

You just said that yourself.

The sect leader looks smart, but in fact he is more anxious and confused than Zhao Yushu. He is so confused that he loses his mind and slaps his face without realizing it.

He had waited too long, almost to the point of madness.

Zhao Yushu knew that the other party was probably not dead, and was really immortal, living to a hundred years later. But the problem was that he didn't bring any blood pills. With Assassin's power he could only heal wounds but not achieve immortality. Moreover, what appeared here a hundred years later was just a shadow. Was that shadow really the sect leader?

The frequency with which the Ghost Gate disciples returned had obviously increased, and the three hours would soon be over.

The sect leader appeared again in front of Zhao Yushu's tomb door.

"Let's go."

Zhao Yushu nodded and followed the sect leader out of the tomb and into the main hall, which was already brightly lit.

The hall was filled with dense crowds of people in black, some standing and some sitting. Of course, there were very few people sitting, and they should be the elders or those who had made outstanding contributions.

"Everyone is here."

The sect leader sat on the stone chair and asked Zhao Yushu to stand beside him. The people below immediately started to make a commotion.

How could a mere First Heaven be qualified to stand there? Who was this person? Could it be that the illegitimate son of the Sect Master who was raised outside had returned to inherit the throne?

"All gathered?"

"One or more."

There are three missing, you just don’t know.

Zhao Yushu wanted to complain but held back.

"May I ask, Master, why did you call me back so urgently? What is the matter?"

An old lady who seemed to be blind asked in a deep voice. The fluctuations of spiritual energy in her body were very strong, which should be the ninth level or even the great perfection of the outer scene.

"Don't worry, let me introduce someone to you first."

The sect leader pointed at Zhao Yushu and said, "This person is from a hundred years later."

With a loud bang, the whole hall was boiling with various voices of doubt rising one after another.

The sect leader ignored his subordinates' surprise and continued speaking.

"This person brought me a method that can make me immortal."

The hall was silent in an instant.