Vol 3 Chapter 1409: Death (two)

Through the large rune channel, Lu Zhou and Forty-nine Sword returned to Jinlian.
The sky in the golden lotus world is still gloomy, the wind and clouds change color, many fierce beasts are in chaos everywhere, and there are corpses all over the ground.
The fate of some fierce beasts has been poached by humans.
The crowd headed by Luzhou, headed towards the Motian Pavilion.
Near noon, everyone arrived at the Motian Pavilion.
Yuan Lang looked at the Motian Pavilion on the top of Jinting Mountain and couldn't help but nodded in praise: "I didn't expect the environment of the Motian Pavilion to be so quiet and elegant, much better than I thought."
Qin Naihe: "..."
He really didn't see it at all.
Nowadays, the imbalance is intensified. There are corpses of fierce beasts everywhere, there are often fighting scenes, and the weather is not good. Where can one see the elegance?
Flattering is really no level at all.
Know that the pavilion master is back.
Motian Pavilion up and down, gathered in front of the hall.
"Gong Ying the return of the pavilion master!"
While they saw the salute, they looked at Yuanlang Forty-Nine Swords in doubt.
Qin Naihe introduced: "These are forty-nine swords under Qin Zhenren's school. They are all kendo masters. They came here to help the pavilion master."
Everyone nodded.
Yuan Lang stabbed Qin Naihe with his elbow and said, "I really envy you."
Qin Naihe replied in a low voice: "If you say this, you are not afraid that Qin Zhenren will blame him?"
"The real person said, if there is any good thing, let me call him." Yuan Lang said.
Qin Naihe: "..."
I used to think I jumped into the fire pit, but now it seems that it is not the case.
If this person is lucky, he can even urinate from drinking water.
Lu Zhou glanced away, except for Duan Musheng, Zhaoyue, Zhu Honggong, and Rune Master Zhao Hongfu, because the mission was not in the Motian Pavilion, and everyone else was basically present.
"You know each other." Lu Zhou looked at Ye Tianxin, "Take him to see Old Seven as a teacher."
Ye Tianxin leaned back and said, "Yes."
The two headed towards Nange one after another.
Qin Naihe just introduced: "These four are the four elders of the Motian Pavilion..."
...
South Pavilion.
Lu Zhou did not go in immediately, but stopped and turned around and glanced at Ye Tianxin. The reason she was asked to bring her was because he found that Ye Tianxin's cultivation level had improved greatly.
"Your cultivation has improved a lot." Lu Zhou asked.
Ye Tianxin said with joy: "Thank you, Master, for your praise. It takes more effort."
"You practice in the dojo of Lan Xihe in the White Tower, which is beneficial to your progress. During the practice, can Lan Xihe change?" Lu Zhou asked.
The matter of Chongming Mountain, not long ago, must be guarded.
Ye Tianxin was also very strange after learning about Si Wuya's affairs, so he said: "There is no change in the master of the blue tower, and the disciple is also very strange. Zhongming Bird clearly helped us, why suddenly he was so cruel to the Seventh Junior Brother. hand?"
Lu Zhou shook his head and said, "People's hearts are unpredictable. That's why the teacher called you back."
"The disciple understands."
On the surface, Lan Xihe never had any anger with them, but there might be some ulterior motive behind him.
Ye Tianxin said unwillingly: "The disciple just doesn't understand. If Lan Pagoda really has any intentions, why would she be exposed at this time? She knows she will offend the Vulcan Mausoleum, even if she kills the Seventh Junior Brother, why?"
Lu Zhou was silent.
This is indeed a question that cannot be answered.
"Maybe only Lan Xi and herself know why." Lu Zhou said.
"Yes."
Lu Zhou suddenly asked, "How many fate is now?"
"The disciples are lucky. The White Tower provides a steady stream of fateful heart, which is already eight fateful."
Lu Zhou nodded slightly, did not continue to speak, turned around and entered the room.
Inside the house.
Si Wuya lay flat on the bed without moving.
There is no vitality in him.
"In the past few days when the master was away, the seniors took turns to take care of the seventh junior, but..." Ye Tian hesitated to say something.
"The teacher knows what you have to say."
Not to mention the people of Motian Pavilion, even Lu Zhou himself is not sure if he can rely on the Resurrection Scroll to save him.
Using the power of the sky, Lu Zhou launched a lotus flower that covered Si Wuya's body with vitality, and at the same time checked the situation of his subordinate Wuya.
Except for the breath he pressed at the beginning, the eight channels of the Qi Meridian have long been blocked, and the heart is beating, not only is there no life, but the death is getting stronger...This kind of death continues to expand the territory and swallow the body of Si Wuya, If you look closely, Si Wuya's skin has become a little dull.
Lu Zhou took out the purple colored glaze and pushed it forward, shrouded in light.
Zi Liuli possesses a lot of cold energy, which may be a bit useful.
Then he sighed and left the room.
"Where is Jiang Aijian?" Lu Zhou asked.
"The Lord Huangdao and the girl in Jinyi took him back to Penglai... There is vitality in Jiang Aijian's body, and the vicinity of Penglai is suitable for recuperation."
"Vitality?" Lu Zhou was surprised.
"It should be a kind of blood energy, it saved him." Ye Tianxin said, "The disciple doesn't understand why."
Lu Zhou nodded.
Since it's okay, let him go.
Ye Tianxin asked, "Master, can the Seventh Junior Brother save him?"
"Not sure." Lu Zhou said truthfully.
"..."
Lu Zhou said again: "Go down."
"Yes."
Leaving a phantom flash. Back to East Pavilion.
Ye Tianxin entered the room unwillingly and cut the pulse on the spot. No matter how she cut the pulse for Si Wuya, the final result was death.
In other words, Si Wuya is dead.
Ye Tianxin's expression was a little ugly, and he staggered backward. He sighed helplessly and said softly: "Seventh Junior Brother, I hope you are in another world and be an ordinary person."
She suppressed her complex emotions, picked up her mood, and left Nange.
...
East Pavilion.
Lu Zhou took out the Zhenshou pile and pushed it into the ground, covering only the East Pavilion.
"Without Zi Liuli, I can only rely on you!"
There are two urgent things that need to be resolved. One is to figure out the secrets of the resurrection picture scroll; the second is to improve the strength as soon as possible ~EbookFREE.me~ to deal with the backlash brought by the resurrection picture scroll.
In his opinion, the power of the sky is perfect, and may be able to deal with the unknown.
"Circulation speed?"
He thought for a while and set the Zhenshou pile to a thousand times.
Lifespan is important, but now is not the time to save.
After setting up, Luzhou took a look at the remaining life: 10387509 (28458 years)
Have enough life span to maintain his cultivation.
Then he took out the resurrection picture...
Expand it.
The palm was pressed, his mind moved slightly, and his consciousness quickly seemed to be absorbed by a whirlpool.
Lu Zhou suddenly appeared in a dark environment, seeing nothing!
"Where is this?"
Lu Zhou looked around.
There is no end to the darkness at a glance.
He immediately mobilized the power of the Nether Wolf King's life style, attached to his eyes, and saw the sea water surging in all directions.
"Underwater?"
The sea water surges very fast.
Lu Zhou's body was also uncontrollable, being swept away by the current, whirling back and forth on the bottom of the sea.
Then the sea continued to lead him down, just as he fell from the sky into the abyss and into the black water profound cave. The boundless darkness made people breathless.
"What is life and death? Life is light and death is darkness?"
A deep voice echoed in his ears.
Lu Zhou opened his mouth and said, "The Devil?"
The owner of the voice seemed incapable of hearing, and continued: "If you do your best to die, it is right to live; to shackle the dead is not right to live."
"Natural spirit and deep intelligence are indelible."
Lu Zhou frowned and said, "Are you talking to the old man?"
In the endless darkness, fell into a dead silence.