Vol 3 Chapter 20: Can't reload

The sun is burning like blood.
Ding Ning watched the Xie family leave.
On the far side, the figure of the Xie family became smaller and smaller, and eventually turned into a black spot, just like melting the red sunset.
Ding Ning's face has become more and more solemn.
Chen’s family is also the richest person in the Guanzhong. Today, not only does it reveal the hidden identity of the big Chu, but even Chen Chu’s seven masters who are rare to see the big practitioners are here, whether it’s Chen Tuntian’s After dying, or after the battle between Chen Chu and Xie Jia practitioners, they are extremely fascinating. However, he is very clear that this is only a narrow silhouette in the unprecedented event of the Lushan League.
At this time, there must be a lot of masters like Chen Chu, who are high on the weekdays, or even do not enter the world, walking everywhere, or even just to intercept a certain practitioner, blocking the grain and ordnance required by some troops, just to be able to It has a slight impact on the Lushan event.
Under such a trend, everyone is like the Xie family in the red sunset.
However, in every silhouette, there are many people who perform wonderfully and respectably.
It is this countless silhouette that has gathered into a real history, and it has created a majestic city-state that makes people live and work in the vast land.
These people should not be erased in the history books.
Otherwise, this is as unfair as the long-term Sun Xuexue said.
Zhou Jia’s carriage has been finished, but the Zhou family’s ancestors who have been sitting in the carriage have not ordered to leave until the figure of the Xie family disappears completely in the far way.
His face is getting colder and colder, and the part of the body that is below the lower abdomen is getting colder and colder, and even begins to lose consciousness.
Chen Chu was struggling with the death of his life. He wanted to kill him in the air and kill him. However, he did not expect that it was a dead door left to Chen Chu at the beginning.
The battle between the seven realms and the seven realms is born and died in such a fast and unspeaking way. In any respect, the victory of Zhou’s ancestors today is a classic battle in a textbook, completely experience. And the victory of wisdom.
It’s just that Zhou’s ancestors still ignored it.
Although his physical defects are perfectly used by him... but his body is not the original body.
He calculated the power of Chen Chu, and calculated that the violent rush into his sea, the energy that wants to detonate his entire sea will be frozen in an instant, but he did not expect that his body has long been angry. Unbalanced, these years are only barely regulated with drugs.
The average practitioner, even if it is a practitioner who is much lower than him, in the case of a slight imbalance in the body, the body will naturally adjust, even the problem of time, no damage at all.
However, he is different, only that violent rush into his body, a trace of vitality infiltrated into his five qi, like a chain reaction, causing changes he could not control.
The medicine that is usually prepared carefully, the medicine contained in him, cannot adjust this disorder at all, but for his body, it becomes highly toxic.
His sea of ​​air freezes even more.
The meridians below the abdomen are completely frozen.
At this time, he is unable to walk, and it is impossible to force the real element under the abdomen.
Today, all this was originally in his grasp.
As long as Xie Lian should be killed, Xie Rou may be easily mastered by him. In the near future, it is not impossible to slowly eat into Xie.
However, all this was an accident because of Ding Ning.
Thinking of all the performances of Ding Ning in today's World War I, the face of Zhou’s ancestors who had already covered the frost began to appear full of haze.
"You come over."
He slowly spoke to Ding Ning and Fusu.
Ding Ning’s brow, who was watching the sunset glow burning in the distance, was slightly stunned.
Just from the slightly different tone of Zhou’s ancestors’ peacetime, he knew that something must happen next.
But he calmly turned around and walked to the compartment where Zhou’s ancestors were.
Fusu had no wariness against Zhou’s ancestors, but when he walked to Ding Ning’s side, when he just stopped, his eyes shrank and he felt great danger.
The kindness in his eyes became incomprehensible and uneasy.
His black hair is dancing, and there seems to be a kind of power to transmit from it.
However, he has no time to do anything.
A black air flow pushed the curtain off and rushed over him.
His body was stiff, his blood and real elements were frozen and could not flow.
In the next moment, his body was even covered with thick black frost.
Ding Ning on his side is also the same.
A cracking sound.
Two other streams of white light flowed out of the compartment and landed on Ding Ning and Fusu.
This white airflow is very soft, but it pushes some extraordinarily cold energy to the depths of Ding Ning and Fusu.
In the perception of the two, whether in the sea of ​​air or in many meridians of the body, they are filled with black ice sand that does not condense.
These black ice sands are like countless reefs that block the waterway.
Qi and blood can flow slowly and maintain the vitality of the body, but once the real element is flowing, it is immediately crushed and becomes a powerless spray and foam.
"why?"
After the black frost on his body shattered and fell, Fusu found himself able to speak out, so he asked incredulously for the first time.
Zhou Jia's ancestors did not answer his doubts for the first time, but looked at Ding Ning coldly through the car curtain.
Ding Ning slowly looked up.
His body can move at this time, but any movement, any part of the body, like the legs that have been sitting for a long time, is full of numbness and tingling.
"No reason, I never thought about letting you go from the beginning."
Zhou’s ancestors grinned violently. He looked at Ding Ning and began to answer the question of Fusu.
"From the beginning of the many practices of the brothers and sisters who helped you in the ink garden, I realized that many of the practices of my Zhou’s freehand scrolls have been completed. Your ending is already doomed."
After the meal, Zhou’s ancestors taunted:
The freehand scroll is the foundation of my Zhou’s family in Changling. There are countless powerful possibilities for my family, some of which are hidden, especially the stars. How can the means of condensing the law be passed on?"
In the process of his speech, Ding Ning has never spoken.
In his body, some invisible small silkworms appeared quietly and began to devour the black ice sand in the body.
There are few small silkworms that appear, Ding Ning is not impatient, just feel the speed of these small silkworms swallowing.
At this time, the face of Zhou’s ancestors was only coincident with the familiar Zhou’s ancestors, so his emotions did not fluctuate at all, but Fusu, who was beside him, was angry.
The kind of deceived anger caused Fusu’s body to tremble violently.
"Since you have already had that kind of mind, why do you want to do with Ding Ning and me, what do you want to do with us?" He breathed deeply, gritted his teeth at Zhou’s ancestors, and angered, "If It’s always been installed, so why not continue to install it?

"Because it is very tired." Zhou’s ancestors ridiculed: "Especially in the presence of two juniors who can easily kill, this feeling is really uncomfortable."
Ding Ning had never heard anything before. At this time, he had thoroughly felt the speed of the black silk sands in the body, and his voice was very cold. He said: "It is really uncomfortable. In order to make Xie Lian should not be suspicious, I also deliberately handed over the two pieces of the Great Chu Dynasty dynasty to us. Now I think I feel sick."
The eyes of Zhou’s ancestors picked up slightly and said coldly:
You don’t seem to be afraid.

Ding Ning no longer concealed the disdain in his heart, and sneered: "When you want to kill, you will kill it soon. Why wait until now, especially if you want to take us to Lushan, we naturally have the value of using it. Now we can't stand it. I am afraid that it is a battle between Fang Cai and Chen Chu. It is not as easy as it seems. You are afraid that you can't control us."
Zhou’s ancestors not only blinked their eyes, but even the pupils contracted and flowed out of unimaginable coldness.
"Your eyes are really good."
Zhou’s ancestors did not deny it, and said indifference:
Just blame you and blame you for not listening to my instructions, but you will not be uncomfortable for so many days.

"What do you want to do with us?"
There is not much fear on Fusu's face, and some are just anger.
"You will know when you arrive in Wushan. You won't let you wait too long."
The Zhou family ancestors hung their heads and looked at their legs that had completely lost their consciousness. They said cruelly: "Because I didn't intend to let you go to Lushan from the beginning, I will let you die directly in Wushan."
Fusu still wants to say something.
But Ding Ning was in front of him and stopped talking.
"boarding."
Zhou family ancestors cold road.
When he said this, he did not know that in the opposite direction of the sunset, between the white clouds in the distance behind him, there was a white shadow flying.
It is like a big fish with white scales, but it has a pair of white wings.
The two long whiskers are also white, floating slowly in the air.
On the back of this strange bird, sitting two figures. R1058