Chapter 1712: tears

Time passed by every minute.
The blizzard outside is getting heavier.
On this Tianshan Mountain, thousands of years of snow, wind and snow drifting all the year round, and now in this ice cave, only the old man Wuji has no idea how much energy he has put in.
Finally, the body of the old man Wuji couldn't hold it anymore, no matter how vast he had a hundred years of skill, no matter he had a peerless martial arts... But what about it?
In the end, a tired mouthful of blood came out of the old man Wuji, and the whole person fell into the ice cave with a bang.
After the old man Wuji fell to the ground, the dead man fell on the ice bed with a plop, and there was no reaction from all over his body.
When the giant eagle saw the old man Wuji fall to the ground, he quacked in shock, and then hurried to the old man Wuji.
But seeing the old man Wuji with a weak face and blood on the corners of his mouth, he slowly got up from the ground.
"I... my... body was invaded too deeply by the cold energy... I'm afraid it will be difficult for Kuafu to heal me again.
After the old man Wuji uttered these words with difficulty, the giant eagle around him suddenly quacked. The two big wings seemed to be supporting the shaky old man and guarding him.
"Xiao Hei...I...I need to... rest and relax for a while..."
"You...you... help me look after... take care of... Kuafu! If he... he... has the slightest reaction... immediately... immediately tell me." After the old man Wuji said these words with difficulty , The giant eagle lit his huge head vigorously, as if he understood the master's words well.
Then the old man Wuji was on one side with difficulty, and then sat down cross-legged, his eyes slowly closed tightly, his hands slightly flat on the dantian, and he began to exercise his breath.
The old man Wuji is not a after all.
He is also human!
Although he possessed hundreds of years of peerless skills, he stayed on the top of Xuelian Peak for so long...without eating or drinking, he protected his body with true energy... The temperature on Xuelian Peak was extremely low, and the ice and snow were raging. It is absolutely impossible for people to stay on the Snow Lotus Peak. What's more, the old man Wuji stayed on it for so long...Finally, cold energy invaded his body, even though he seems to be just vomiting now. Some bloodstains came out... but who knew that Old Man Wuji's heart had already been seriously damaged on Snow Lotus Peak?
Moreover, the old man Wuji did not rest at all after he went down the mountain, and he healed the "living dead" lying in the ice cave one after another.
Now the old man Wuji couldn't hold it anymore, he fell.
He must adjust his true qi at present, otherwise, even the old man Wuji would not escape.
One day, that's it.
The "living dead" finally ate the peculiar flower, snow lotus, and was also instilled with supreme aura by the old man Wuji.
But judging from the current state, all of this has no effect at all.
I saw that the "living dead" lying on the ice bed showed no trace of waking up... His eyes were still tightly closed, and he was lying there as if he was dead, motionless.
Could it be that the old man Wuji has spent so many years of effort and energy, and all wasted in vain?
On this day, the giant eagle was also guarding the ice bed of the "living dead". It didn't move or scream, but it opened its huge eyes and fixed its eyes on the "living dead" lying motionless on the ice bed.
The night came slowly.
At night, the wind and snow in the Tianshan Mountains were even more raging. The whining wind and snow poured in from the outside like a ghost cry, and all the floating snowflakes blew in and fell into the ice cave.
The old man Wuji sat holding his breath, recuperating his body.
The long night finally passed.
When the sky slowly appeared bright, the old man Wuji slowly breathed out a mouthful of white gas, his palms were slowly lowered, and then his eyes opened, shining brightly.
His face improved slightly, and a slight blush began to appear, but the old man Wuji hadn't fully recovered.
After he opened his eyes, the giant eagle in front of him first saw his master, and yelled at that "quack, quack".
The old man Wuji gazed with relief at the giant eagle that had been with him for nearly a hundred years, walked slightly, and stretched out a hand to gently stroke the head of the giant eagle, and said: "Xiao Hei, you have worked so hard this night. Up."
The giant eagle seemed to have understood the words of the old man Wuji, and screamed even more happily there.
I saw the old man Wuji walking quickly towards the "living dead" lying on the ice bed at this time.
After he walked over, the giant eagle hurriedly followed.
But seeing the "living dead" on the ice bed, as before, motionless, eyes closed... there was no trace of life at all.
When the old man Wuji saw the "living dead" in the same state as before, his brows suddenly frowned.
Then one of his vicissitudes of veteran hand hurriedly touched the heart and chest of the "living dead"...
"There is no symbol of life."
The old man Wuji hurriedly touched the veins of the "living dead"... Unfortunately, there was still no pulsating sound.
The old man Wuji shook his heart.
"How could this be? How could this be?"
"Is it true that God is destined that Kuafu will never get up again in his lifetime? Will he never survive?" The old man Wuji suddenly muttered in pain.
The giant eagle next to him heard the old man Wuji say these words in pain, as if it could understand it, and the entire huge body was lying on the ground with a whine sound in its mouth.
Kuafu?
Li Kuafu? Cthulhu!
Obviously, the living dead lying on the ice bed is the evil who dominated the world back then.
It turns out that Cthulhu is really on the top of Tianshan Mountain! It turned out that the Heretic God is really not dead yet, but still alive... It's a pity that he is now like a dead person and has become a real living dead.
"Twenty years, twenty years ago, the two times Tianshan Snow Lotus couldn't save Kuafu." The old man Wuji seemed to be suddenly getting older at this moment, and his voice was full of sadness.
"How could this be?"
"Is Kuafu really this way in this life?" The old man Wuji asked himself blankly on the other side.
A drop of muddy old tears suddenly flowed from his eyes.
His body suddenly sat on the cold ground like a stiff body... Among his dull eyes, a pair of muddy eyes were filled with tears.
Who can imagine that this old man who has lived for almost three hundred years shed tears at this moment... and shed for the evil god.