Chapter 224: Life and death dirt

The hot blood spewed out from the wound of Dukong real person like a stream of water, and it was poured on He Yi's palm, but his hand was completely dyed bright red in the blink of an eye. He Yi clenched his teeth and slowly raised his head.
The eyes of the master and apprentice met at this moment.
They are close at hand, but they seem to be far away.
"Why?" Dukong real person coughed, his voice was low and hoarse, at the same time it seemed that Qi Hai Dan Tian was completely destroyed, the whole body's Qi pulse was chaotic, the spiritual force tore the whole body meridian, and even the blood kept flowing from his mouth. Come.
He Yi's lips trembled slightly, his eyes were a little swollen, and his mouth opened a few times but he couldn't say anything. Only the rain falling from the sky was dripping on his face.
The four huge shadows around were getting closer and closer, but the real human being alone seemed to feel nothing. At this moment, in his eyes, there was only He Yi alone in front of him. He looked at He Yi and looked at himself. To disciples who have expected their lives.
A palm slowly lifted up, trembling slightly in the air, and touched He Yi's face. There was sadness, pain, perplexity, and disappointment on the face of Dukong real person, but his gaze was still Moderate.
As if in front of him, he was still his beloved apprentice.
He Yi's whole body trembled violently, he bit his lips desperately to try to pretend to be strong and indifferent, but now he was confused, whether it was tears or rain. There was a hoarse voice in his throat, and he took a step forward, trying to get closer to the palm.
But at this moment, suddenly, a hand was suddenly stretched out from behind the Dukong real person, and he suddenly caught the palm of the dukong real person.
The indifference of Qiandeng's real person appeared beside the two of them. In the light and flint, He Yi suddenly widened his eyes and saw Qiandeng's real person's arms fold down.
"Click!"
In the heavy rain, the chill rushed towards his face, and He Yi fell into the ice cellar, staring blankly at the Qiandeng real person and breaking off the sole of the real person.
The dukong real man made a terrible cry, and the whole body shivered and fell backwards.
He Yi raised his head and stared at Qiandeng Real Man, when he seemed to be roaring, but only saw the hand of Qiandeng Really turning over the sole of the empty real man grasped in his hands. Between the bone fragments, under the wash of rain, a needle-shaped magic weapon flashing with the cold light was slowly revealed.
The needle is not big, but sharp enough to kill a villain against humanity!
The Qiandeng real man looked at him and said coldly, "Never underestimate a real Yuanying!"
He Yi's face turned pale for a moment, and he took a few steps back, looking as if it was difficult to stand still. After the Qiandeng real man said that sentence, he suddenly drank softly, his eyes were full of energy, and an unstoppable breath suddenly emanated.
He Yi seemed to feel something suddenly. Huo Ran looked up, while the other three Yuanyuan real people looked differently. The real Pearl looked indifferent and seemed to know the ending, while the real Yangguang sighed and shook his head.
Only the real person in Kihara nodded after seeing the sudden act of the real person in Qiandeng, and he stopped talking, but there was a trace of intolerance on his face.
A moment later, I saw a thousand people live in the palm of my hand, and at that moment, the numerous falling raindrops in this mountain forest were suddenly wrapped in a powerful and unparalleled force, whistling in the air to form a huge vortex. Storms and storms, like the power of the heavens and the earth, are poured into that palm, photographed on the chest.
In the middle of the empty real chest.
There was no crackling of bones, no tearing of flesh and blood. In the eyes of the surroundings, the chest of a real man who had left alone collapsed instantly. He had lost most of his vitality under the attack of such a powerful real baby. Without any resistance, at that moment, the internal organs in his chest were smashed almost instantly.
Qiandeng Real Man slowly took a step back.
The whistling gradually subsided, and it seemed as if the stormy sky had escaped from that terrible prison, and continued to fall aimlessly.
The Qiandeng real man took out a handkerchief and began to slowly wipe his blood-stained palm. At the same time, he took a glance at He Yi and said lightly: "Do you see clearly, if you want to kill Yuan Ying again in the future, you have to do it. That's the point. "
He Yi's face was as pale as paper, his head was hanging down, and he said apologetically, "The disciples dare not!"
The Qiandeng real man snorted coldly, looking at He Yi's eyes with a slight disdain, then turned around and walked aside.
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"boom!"
There was another thunder in the sky. Although it was not even dark, the Kunlun Mountain under the heavy dark clouds was as dark as dusk.
The rain is getting heavier.
The cold raindrops fell from the sky, hitting the empty and real face of Dukong real person. Everything around him suddenly seemed far away from him. At that moment, he seemed to think of a lot.
From small to big, from life to death, how is this life going?
Is there regret, gratitude, pain, joy?
But all of it suddenly seemed unusually frivolous, replaced by extremely heavy fatigue. The exhaustion drowned him like a tide and swept through with darkness. Finally, his body could no longer be supported. The one who was once tall and smiled had a powerful body in the world, and finally lost all of it on this day. The vitality fell suddenly.
He slammed and fell heavily on the dirty ground, the black mud splashed on his face, and the rotten leaves jumped up and down before his eyes were closed. At the last moment of his life in this life, he never thought that he would be so greeted with death.
The heavy rain hit his body, the ice cold spread, his body twitched, and then gradually stiffened.
He is dying.
He is going to die soon!
Everyone can see it, including the real person alone.
He waited for the last moment in pain and sorrow, but at this moment, he fell into the dirty mud on the ground, and suddenly saw only a few inches in front of his eyes, in those just shaken Under the rotten leaves, there was an unobtrusive branch stuck in the dirt.
He saw the branch.
The branch seemed to feel him too.
The storm roared and swept through the darkness and filth of this world, but when the lonely real person was dying, suddenly a pair of disgusted eyes suddenly had a strange brilliance.
He seemed startled.
But soon, a weird smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth. At that moment, the stormy sky and the shadow of the tall trees around him, including the more terrible figures, seemed to disappear from his eyes.
In the eyes of the real man alone, only a small branch remained. There was black mud on the ground, and the cold rain kept rushing down, washing their bodies.
Maybe sometimes there is only a thin layer of soil between the living and the dead.
He felt it. He seemed to understand something. He seemed to want to talk but couldn't tell. He laughed.
He tilted his head and died with that weird smile.
"Boom!" A thunder exploded, and everyone looked up to see the sky, but saw the sky flash like a snake, and in the underground dirty place, the branch shuddered slightly, and then slowly hid in another piece. Under the rotten dead leaves.
Everything, as if never happened.
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When the thunder exploded, on the Kunlun Mountain Tiankun Peak, in the Zhengyang Hall, the grand and grand Zongmen Conference was halfway through, and it is still going on in a grand and lively manner.
Su Qingyu stood in the crowd, feeling a little uneasy.
Today's weather is a bit abnormal. The thunder was rumbling, and the thunder and lightning continued to flash at the same time as the Zongmen Conference, which always made people feel a little uncomfortable.
In fact, it is clear that this is not the only Su Qingyu alone. Among the many Kunlun disciples standing on the Zhengyang Hall, many people will stealthily glance at the sky outside the hall.
Of course, no one has ever said that God was not allowed to rain or thunder during the Zongmen Conference ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The monks can understand the power of stealing the sky. Many times they still pay attention to the trend, and the saying that people can win the sky In the history of many years of cultivation, it has already been proven to be meaningless.
In the face of real world power, everything in the world may be ants.
So do what you do, even if it thunders and rains in the sky. At least on the platform of Zhengyang Hall, the real person in charge of Kunlun has always been a calm look with a deep culture at a glance. It is quite admirable that he has fallen to the front without discoloration.
Riding a short break in the middle, Su Qingxi went to Dongfang Tao and Yan Luo, and saluted them both.
Yan Luo looks like she really likes Su Qingyu, and pulls her up with a smile, and says, "There are so many people here, you don't have to be polite."
Su Qingyu agreed, and then spoke a few words to them, but these two are old people of the right age, and soon saw that Su Qingyu was indifferent, Yan Luo asked with a smile: "What's wrong, girl, let me know if you have any questions."
There was a look of embarrassment on Su Qingyi's face, but after a moment he summoned his courage and said to Dongfang Tao, "Uncle Dongfang, I want to ask, what you said yesterday was that Tiandi Weili might treat Su Mo. Recovery has an impact, but ... is it such a powerful thunderstorm? "
Dongfang Tao shook his head with a smile, Yan Luo also sighed lightly, and smiled: "If you care about it, it's messy, rest assured. Where is this degree of power?"
Su Qingxi nodded, looking as though he was relieved, and a little embarrassed.
Dongfang Tao said: "After tonight, it should be fine."
Yan Luo said: "And Yi Xin is watching it."
Su Qingyi said "um", "It is really troublesome for Yi Xin."