Chapter 521: despair

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Chapter 521: Despair
"I'll go around first." Qin Ming left with his sword, without much hesitation.
Some people looked slightly distressed: "Qin Ming, don't toast or eat or drink. We have eight local martial arts, and there are five martial arts in the local martial arts. You don't suffer from following us."
"Good intentions."
"Banzai Mountain is dangerous. It won't be long before it will be more dangerous. How long do you think you can live by yourself? Don't take it for granted, stay and join us." The strong man of the Three Heavens also said that he would stay, there are many places, many A force. Especially Qin Ming has such a powerful ground force.
Qin Ming raised his hand and strode away.
"Qin Ming!" The old man shouted a few times, Qin Ming ignored it, and went further and further.
"Hum! Shame his face, who does he think he is? Wouldn't it be great if he had wings?"
"This kind of person doesn't hit the south wall and doesn't look back. Ignore him now. When he is in danger, he will come to ask us."
"Wan Jieshan will become more and more chaotic. Alliance is a trend. Qin Ming can not join us, what if he joins other teams?"
"Why ... did him early? You can't be a friend, you can't be an enemy."
They have been in Longevity Hill for some time, and it is clear that the undercurrent hidden in calmness will not be long before the war will definitely erupt and there will be large-scale chaos. They need to prepare early.
The old man rebuked: "Kill, kill, you know how to kill. There are so many people who are not friends in the Long Live Mountain, do you kill them all?"
The people shut up with interest, avoiding her cold eyes.
The old lady ordered: "Continue to cultivate and adjust our physical condition to the best. Up to two days, we have to leave here, find a safe territory in our bones, find our allies, and wait for the war."
"Yes." The people took orders, sat down one after another, and started training in a circle.
Pei Qiuming was sitting in the back of the circle. He didn't speak again from beginning to end, but stared coldly at the old lady in front. After all, the picture that he least wanted to see appeared after all, appearing alive before him. Who is the master? Who is the leader of the team? It's not him anymore!
The strong are respected, others have begun to approach the strongest one involuntarily.
As for him?
What is the master?
What is the Thunder Gate?
This is Banzai Mountain. No one can go out, no one has a future, and no one will return to the original life.
Without strength, empty status, sooner or later will be isolated, or even abandoned.
Who is stronger is qualified to lead the team and have the ability to let others live.
Thinking of this, Pei Qiuming's fingers creaked, and her eyes closed to cover the eyes of resentment.
Damn Long Live! I hate you!
Pei Feng noticed Dad's eyes, and there was a panic in his heart. In this long lived mountain, his father is no longer the master and no longer the martial arts. He is just a child, a child who is useless, just a burden for others. And what about him? He is no longer the master of young men, and he is no longer the son of Shengwu. He is just an earth warrior, or an old earth warrior.
what should I do?
"Look, there is a birdman there."
"What birdman, that is Qin Ming! The undead king in the Temple of Heaven!"
"He was also trapped in Banzai?"
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"Well! See who it is!"
"Is that Qin Ming wanted by the Witch Palace?"
"Suddenly I was in balance. Such people are trapped in Long Live Mountain waiting to die. We have nothing to grumble."
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"That's Qin Ming? I read that right. No, he doesn't seem to change his age."
"Another so-called genius. Oh, poor man."
"Isn't Qin Ming known as the Undead King? See if he can die."
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"Long live another big man."
"Pei Qiuming, the leader of the Thunder Gate, Qi Kun, the lord of the Jinyang ancestors, Luo Dongrong, the elder of the Yuanzong sect, the hunters 'Yuehen', and 'Thunder'. Here. Hehe, I saw Qin Ming again today. "
"It's worth being able to die with these people. Hey ... why do I want to cry when I say this? I don't want to die ... I don't want to be trapped in this ghost place to wait for death."
"Someone has seen the ghost of the Burial Sea, and it is miserable."
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Qin Ming walked in the boundless bones and saw a lot of surviving people, some of them lost their souls, some of them were entertaining themselves, some of them were cultivating themselves, and others started to gather together and plan for something.
The calm atmosphere is more weird because of the desolation of the bones.
He saw others, and others recognized him, but just looking at his golden cane wings, no one came up with his idea.
Qin Ming also saw a lot of powerful spirit demon. One sea beast gathered together and sprayed a tidal wave to form a vast sea. That was their territory. When they saw a group of strange fishes huddled up in the bone pile, they were dense. Released water vapor, but chose to wait silently; seeing some raptors fighting in the sky, crying fiercely, and setting off a violent hurricane, they tried to escape the Vive.
These spirits have wisdom, and their wisdom is not worse than that of humans.
"Roar……"
A golden sculpture spreads its wings a hundred meters and casts a shadow. It screams in the sky, its sound is deafening, and it wears golden cracks. It looks like a golden sun shining on the sky. It raises the sky and beats the sky.
Time and time again, it has to break through the puppet and escape the Vive.
"No one can get out of Long Live Mountain, no one ..." A handsome teenager stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the boundless bones, and the golden sculpture fighting high in the sky. Alas, sad, he used to be the peak of Diwu, now he is back to the age of fifteen. He can accept age degradation, and it's a big deal to start again, but how long can I live? How long will Vive Shan keep me alive? I will die sooner or later. What's the use of cultivation?
suddenly……
A strange light passed over the sky, sweeping through the clouds, like a gorgeous cloud, but also a gorgeous rainbow, appeared silently, and immediately hit the gold sculpture.
The wailing sound came to an abrupt halt, the golden eagle lost its glory, and Jin Yu dimly, falling weakly from a thousand meters in height.
That bright light instantly wiped out its life. Although it did not turn into dry bones, it has lost its life.
Qin Ming noticed the scene and took a breath. Is that the light of time and space? Banzai, Banzai, you really want to kill us.
"Roar!" A true roar echoed deep in the bones far away, majestic and tumultuous, shattering the bones, but listen carefully, the sound of despair and sadness revealed. It was a real python, so huge that it entangled the entire mountain top, and numerous bones were crushed to form an avalanche-like wave of white bones, rushing down the mountain. It saw the end of the golden carving, and sadness was born from the heart.
"Let's talk in peace, how much do you always know about Wansui Mountain?" Qin Mingfei flew to the bone mountain in front and asked Xiaozu.
"After entering Long Live, just grasp one purpose."
"What is the purpose?"
"Wait for death!"
"..."
"Not convinced?"
"Before dying, I must have stewed you." Qin Ming looked at the misty sky. What would I do if I flew to the end? Will Banzai make me fly to the end? "By the way, Xiaozu, I picked up a bone, as if it had fallen from Long Live Mountain."
"Do you think Vanzai is your vegetable basket and lost your bones? Why don't you say that you are a beautiful woman?"
"Speak seriously!"
"Qin Ming?" A cold voice came from under the mountain.
At the foot of the mountain, there are giant bones, like a bone house, next to the bone mountain. There are more than a dozen women walking out of it, headed by a beautiful woman, looking at the top of the mountain, holding a sharp sword, eyes full of murderous intention. Really Qin Ming? Am I dreaming?
"It's really a ghost that can meet you everywhere." Qin Ming was a little surprised, it was the witches who had been pitted into the Long Live Mountain that day. They are not dead?