Chapter 1476

Wang Mang's fragile and seriously injured body was lying quietly on the soft bed. The snow-white thick quilt covered his body. Wang Mang, who snored slightly, closed his eyes and slept sweetly. Although his breath was weak, he didn't look like he was in danger of life.

Seeing that Wang Mang was sleeping soundly, he ordered two corpses to walk out of the guest room. One of the corpses' black light disappeared and collapsed on the ground.

But Wu Jian, who had condensed the half human form, turned into a black air and poured it into the body's seven orifices. Suddenly, Wu Jian's eyes without focal length lit up, and Wu Jian easily controlled the cold body.

He touched the big knife on his chest and abdomen, and there were still some blood stains on the rolled skin. This should be the work of the psionic team under the master. He shook his head and turned to the direction of the guest room. What puzzled him most was the bloody horse who had just fought with the master.

Blood horse's forbidden skill, the secret of rebirth, clearly has the strength to kill the master, but only waved two fists, this doubt is really puzzling for him.

His core noumenon is the master's most intense pain. He is the product separated from the master. He naturally knows the secret of rebirth, but where does the blood horse as a cultivator come from?

He poured a touch of evil spirit into the collapsed body, leaving a touch of mind to guard the sleeping Wang Mang. Once something happened, he could come back at the first time.

He pushed open the door of the wooden house and walked along the memory to the half space where the blood horse launched the forbidden operation. The collapsed building rubble, the air mixed with smoke and dust, and a shapeless meat paste.

His slow figure suddenly stopped, squatted beside a broken stone, and scratched it with his hand. A small broken finger was stained with mud and ash, but his face was suddenly and excited.

This severed finger should be the flaw of blood horse prohibition. Unfortunately, the blood horse died too fast, and the fight just now was too fierce and fierce. It was impossible to find this severed finger. He blew the dust on the severed finger, wiped it carefully, and put it into the bag of his coat.

Later, he would give it to his master. He thought to himself, and then he stood up and walked towards the most solemn castle in the city.

There were hundreds of corpses lying on the cold stone bricks in the square in front of the castle. They were all loose robes worn by practitioners, and only a few of them were the corpses of Wang Mang's powers.

The closer he got to the gate of the castle, the more bloody he was. When he came to the gate, he narrowed his eyes and was surprised.

In the hall of the castle, a hill piled up with corpses is flowing with blood. Those practitioners of different ages, who have already died, are staring at me with unwilling eyes.

"It seems that the operation is going well." Wu Jian looked at the corpse mountain piled up by at least three or five hundred corpses and couldn't help nodding.

"Shua!" With a piercing sound of breaking the air, the silver sharp blade cut off the skin, muscles and bones of his back in one face, and even the spine was cut in two by this knife.

"Not dead!"

"Of course I'm not dead!" Wu Jian turned around as if nothing had happened, looked at his eyes and was shocked. Some speechless sword wielders patted him on the shoulder with a smile and said: "the sword technique is good... I'll stay here. You can call xuanhu over. I want to talk to him about something."

The young man with the knife showed a dull look on his face. Is this man crazy? I've been slashed and boasted that I'm good at it?!