Chapter 520: child

Biquge EbookFREE.me, the latest chapter of Shura Tiandi will be updated as soon as possible!
Chapter 520
"There is a turtle shell here." Qin Ming found a giant turtle shell, at least thirty meters long, lying quietly in the bone pile, revealing a strong momentum, seemingly indestructible. The giant tortoise is dead and even the bones are gone. The shell of the tortoise is still there, which has to be said to be a miracle.
"It's my turn." As soon as the little turtle waved its claws, the thirty-meter-long tortoiseshell was put into its shell.
"Do you still have the water of life? Give me some."
"No, there isn't a drop left." Xiao Gui said politely.
"I have got."
"You have a bird."
"..."
They said one to the other, and walked to the front of the mountain to see if there was anything special.
An hour later, Qin Ming stopped and clenched his domineering knife.
In front of him was a group of people sitting around the bone mound, yes, it was a living person!
Qin Ming walked for so long, and finally saw a living person.
These people are old and young, male and female, and there are 30 people. They have two perimeters around them, guarding one person inside. It is said that they are guarding a pink-carved child. It looks like Only five or six years old.
They all opened their eyes and watched Qin Ming.
but……
Looking at it, Qin Ming's eyes changed, and he groaned inwardly, creating evil.
They looked at Qin Ming and opened their mouths slightly, recognizing him, especially the child surrounded in the center.
"Do you know them?" Xiaozu wondered.
"understanding."
"What's the way?"
"Liuli Island, the master of Fengleimen, Pei Qiuming!" Qin Ming looked at the child, his appearance changed a lot, but by looking at the people around him, he could basically judge it. This pink-carved child is not Pei Qiuming, the master of Fengleimen, who has become a child? The tragedy of the sacred martial art's degradation is happening alive. And the white-haired old man accompanying Pei Qiuming beside him, isn't his son Pei Feng?
"Qin Ming?" Pei Feng was old and looked up, standing on his bones. He was very sorrowful and anguish. From a young adult to an old man in the twilight, he almost broke his fart directly, and that kind of feeling was uncomfortable. However, looking at the daddy around him, he couldn't tell what it was like.
"Congratulations, you are all alive." Qin Ming was carrying a dagger and spreading his wings. The characteristics are obvious, and because of the 'fifty years' of sleep, the facial muscles have returned to their original shape.
The expressions of Fengleimen's people became ugly. How did you listen and how did you respond? What is congratulations? What is alive?
Especially Pei Qiuming, the owner of Fengleimen, said something like a sharp-pointed knife, which stabbed into the heart of the heart, and finally the calm mood collapsed on the spot. He hated, he was crazy, he was angry, so-called strength, so-called talent, so-called treasure, so vulnerable before the years. It is not easy for him to practice to martial arts. It is hard and painful. It is really not easy. Now it is good. His age has returned to five years old, and his realm is almost completely abolished. Thinking of this, he grabbed the bones around him and smashed them. As a result, the bones were knocked down, and they suddenly broke their blood, howling in pain.
"Dad! It's okay! Don't be afraid! There is me!" Pei Feng quickly threw away the bones, picked up Dad, and scrambled blood.
Pei Qiuming growled: "Let it go! I warned you how many times, don't hug it!"
Pei Feng hurriedly put him down, bitterly apologizing. "You are not Saint Martial, you can't stand such a torment. Don't mutilate yourself any more. If you have a good deal, how can I live."
"Shut up! Shut me up!"
"Yes, yes, I shut up."
How funny this picture looks, an old man kneels in front of a child and scratches his head, shouting dad sincerely.
The surviving disciples of Fengleimen also wanted to laugh, but they felt more sad. None of them are good, either old or degenerate.
Pei Qiuming screamed frantically, no one could understand his mood. It was not easy for him to enter the sacred martial arts. He came from sacred to sacred martial arts, especially the transformation from the peak of the earth to the sacred martial arts. But when he woke up, he went back to his childhood and resumed his cultivation path. Can I still be promoted to Wu Sheng this time? how much longer?
With all his grievances and anger, Pei turned and pointed at Qin Ming and yelled: "Why haven't you grown old? Why? It's not fair!"
Qin Ming pointed at the sky.
"What do you mean?" They looked at the sky collectively, with mystery?
"God willing."
"Your uncle." The crowd almost scolded.
"You are left, what about the others?" Qin Ming remembered that hundreds of people came from Fengleimen.
It ’s okay to mention it. When it comes to this, Fengleimen collectively stares. What about the others? Why do you say anything else? died! It's all bones! All one hundred people were involved, and as soon as they opened their eyes, thirty were left.
"How long have you been in?" Qin Ming observed Feng Leimen's team. There is an old man with a five-strength in the ground, an old man with a four-strength in the ground, a strong man with a three-strength in the ground, and five earth-strikes below the third-strength. The rest are all in Xuanwu, Lingwu, and even Quenling Realm. This lineup is still very threatening for Qin Ming, but with golden wings, he is not afraid of them.
"There are no days and nights here, and the time is very chaotic. We don't know how long it has been." The five-year-old old lady shook her head, and her emotions were still calm. She used to be a glamorous woman and an elder of Fengleimen. Suddenly she was nearly 30 years old, and it was difficult to accept it at first, but she looked at the doorkeeper of a child who had degenerate from the Holy Martial Arts, and then looked at the slave next to her. The elders of Diwu Peak degraded to Diwu Triple Sky. At least she was fortunate and also the strongest in their team of thirty.
"Anyone else nearby?"
"A lot, at least two or three hundred people, and many spirits."
At the moment of being engulfed by Banzai Mountain, some people will go through hundreds of years and become directly dead bones. No matter how heroic and tough you are, you will be fragile like a clay figure in front of them, and you will not even have the chance to struggle. But there are still people who have gone through decades of change and are lucky to survive.
The Blackbird battleship swept across the ghostly sea with a long live. It has been half a month before and after. The people and monsters devoured do not know how many, and the number of survivors is naturally not small. There are two or three hundred here. What about other places?
Banzai Mountain looks very quiet, but scattered people and demons can range from thousands to thousands.
They are still calm now, and there is no trouble, because they are too busy to wipe their tears and try to make themselves accept the reality. But I believe it won't be long before this place becomes a brutal battlefield. Because this is Long Live Mountain, no one can go out, anyone will die. Under the stimulation of despair, people will lose their senses, become crazy, killings, insults, and other ugliness will be staged in turn to carry out the last carnival of life.
Qin Ming looked at the vast bones, and finally felt relieved. Since many people have survived, Ma Dameng and Bai Hu are more likely to live.
"Any alliance?" The old lady looked at Qin Ming, one more person and one strength, although she would die sooner or later, but at least it was not ugly.
Alliance? Everyone else looked at her and made an alliance with this product? Not afraid of revenge at the Witch Palace? Alas, yes, this is Banzai Mountain, no one can go out, and they are worried about what witch temple. Aside from this aspect, the identity of Qin Ming Undead is still very combative, especially the two pairs of golden wings, which can walk in the air like Sheng Wu, and come and go freely. It has an advantage in melee.