Vol 5 Chapter 18: Open mountain, type 22

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He also has never been "so never be afraid and fear.
His old man is what he Wangnianzhijiao keep in the innate state of being - a friend can share a common language.
Today, the most crucial one in the trick is to pull him back from the edge of death. It’s not the one he is squatting on weekdays but the old man who is only a hundred days old.
If the old man does not watch the battle with him today, then the consequences are unimaginable.
I don't know how long it took for He Yiming's fingers to even pause in midair.
Finally, his fingers seem to have passed through thousands of mountains and waters. It seems that after many centuries, he finally met the body of the water-stained old man.
The huge life force that is filled with the old man is like a place where the boiling water finds a flood discharge.
It’s just a few breaths of water. The life force on the body has completely disappeared completely.
He Yiming’s eyes widened and he looked at it incredulously and touched it all.
His mouth seemed to be a self-talking word "water... brother." A dark, ink-like color spread all over the water and his body was like being soaked in ink for three days and three nights. After that, this black has penetrated into every corner of every corner of his body.
Then the old man who had originally stood up like a mountain fell backwards in such a straight direction.
Until then, his body was still as straight as a javelin, and even his knees were not bent at all.
He Yiming subconsciously reached out and his fingertips met the old man's body that was about to wrestle on the ground.
Almost instinctive, He Yiming's shot, the electric body has already held the old man's body in his arms to avoid his contact with the ground.
Only when his hand touched the skin of the old man, he already knew that the life of the old man had completely disappeared.
Although the smile on the shiny face is still not the slightest change, the dark color makes his smile a chilling look that looks strange and strange.
He Yiming’s mouth opened his heart and it was awkward.
If he is facing death, he can calmly look like a bystander quietly watching the short blade stabbing his throat.
Then there is no blank in this brain that wears his mind.
"His vest." A familiar voice was introduced into his ear. He Yiming unconsciously turned the old man's body over and his eyes, which seemed to have no focal length, suddenly condensed.
In the heart behind the old man there is a thin, thin, wound of only a few centimeters.
There was no blood flowing around the wound, but with the eyesight of He Yiming, I saw the thrilling black in the wound.
He Yiming’s infuriating has invaded the body of the old man. In his sense, there is no drop of blood in the heart of the old man. It is like being suddenly crushed by something, and all the liquid inside is squeezed in an instant. Go out.
"This......... What is going on?" He Yiming’s voice seems to be drifting away. It’s not because of his feelings.
"Water dazzling has long since died." The sound of the hundred and eight is not even fluctuating now. His emotions are like a most stable precision machine. There has never been much ups and downs.
He Yiming raised his head and asked him to look at the hundred and eight quietly.
In his eyes, it seems that there is no other person except for the hundred and eight, even if it is just like the gods who came to the thunder and the Zhu Yaqi from the main peak of Tianchi Mountain.
However, no one is dissatisfied with this. Just watching He Yiming holding the expression on his face and being so sad is enough to let anyone know that the relationship between them is really different.
"He stayed at the time of saving you. The scorpion's scorpion has already penetrated his heart." One hundred and eight calm words. "At that time he was already dead. But one hundred and eight eight turned his head and his voice first. There was a suspicion of taste. "Although he died, his heart stopped immediately under the pressure of some kind of power. The blood of the whole body was no longer circulated, so his appearance remained the same without any change. Even the venom on B is controlled within the heart. Until you push him, let this power dissipate the venom of the heart and spread it all over the body. "... 吱 ...... ......" The strange voice came from He Yiming's palm. The people looked subconsciously. One of his hands was already holding on to the strange voice that came out of his hand.
Yu Jinglei and Zhu Baqi looked at each other. Although they tried their best, they ended up taking a step and didn’t see He Yiming and others collaborating with Sogo. So they didn’t know what happened before they arrived. whats the matter.
However, after listening to the description of the hundred and eight, it seems that the water has saved the life of He Yiming.
Yu Jinglei glanced at the water-stained vertebrae in He Yiming's arms and his heart was full of surprise. How can a qualified person be qualified to intervene when the first-line powers are in the hands?
Slowly, He Yiming stood up and his expression seemed to be no different. Except for the ruthless white hands of the knuckles, it seemed that he could no longer see any clues. "The reward day is the presence of many well-being strong people who are seeing He Yiming's eyes. Lu Shixi's death is not a deep chill, but he goes up the vertebrae and goes straight to the brain to let them fight." Greetings.
Even if it is as strong as thunder and Zhu Yaqi, it is almost in the cold and it will be untenable and retreat.
In the eyes of He Yiming, it is full of a force of death.
This is the pure force of death. When they saw this look, they suddenly felt that there was no life in this world. It seems that everything should be destroyed.
It’s not just the eyes of He Yiming, so even his spiritual will is always in the horror of this horror.
He held the water and dazzled the old man's body and suddenly turned and strode away.
Zhu Biya’s figure in front of him was actually without any resistance, just like instinctively letting the road open.
Zhu Baqi's face was slightly violent. His heart jumped a few times as a veteran first-line powerhouse. His strength is naturally the mother's doubtful mind and the firmness is even more rock-solid.
But at the moment when he was holding the water and dazzling, He Yiming walked over to him, but his heart could not help but tremble violently.
When he was unable to avoid himself, he actually made a subliminal reaction in the subconscious.
He Yiming ignored the complicated Zhu Yaqi's footsteps and stepped forward.
Yu Jinglei quickly screamed and said, "Where are you going?" He Yiming still ignores his body shape and suddenly disappears in front of everyone. It is like a water show. The one that came out crossed the distance between the two points and one line.
But this time his pace of great stride is even more incredible, but it is a blink of an eye that has completely disappeared in front of everyone.
Everyone looked at each other and became more and more surprised.
He Yiming, when did he master such a powerful ability.
There is a glimpse of the minds of the pharmacists and others. It seems that this ability that He Yiming has mastered should be realized under the spur of the water. Although the old man has only a hundred heavens, but in the understanding of the power of the wind, no one can be cold and cold. He Yiming is running forward. He does not care about his direction and does not know how long it has been. The tick that he stopped suddenly felt that some liquid was dripping on the black, shiny water.
He wiped his face and unconsciously his face was covered with tears.
He was the first real tears since he was promoted to innate.
Looking at the face of the old man, He Yiming’s sorrow and pain gradually disappeared and replaced with a kind of crazy hatred.
He took a deep breath and suddenly sighed "Hundred and Eight." Behind him. The Taoist figure has come out and is the one that has been traced all the way.
"Why didn't you just shoot? He Yiming said a word, "If you shoot, he won't die."

"I didn't scan the snake in the ground." There was a flash in the eyes of the hundred and eight, and I didn't know if this was his performance.
The muscles on He Yiming's face were slightly pumped. Although he was angry, he still had a sense of reason. It was only the anger and murder that continued to emerge that made him suffer.
"What are you going to do?" asked one hundred and eight.
"Kill." He Yiming's voice seems to be coming out of his teeth. "I want to kill them all with my teeth." "You can't do it." One hundred and eight calm words "Their strength is far. Far away is greater than you." He Yiming suddenly looked up and there was a trace in his eyes. "The elders said that your force has reached the three flowers realm. I need your help." Sorry, I can only guarantee your safety but not Help you kill. ""why? He Yiming’s eyes screamed as he tried to snarl. Because he understood that if there was no help, then he would not say that it was impossible to avenge the water, even if he wanted to escape from the totem messengers.
"Because my program rules can't hurt low-level intelligent creatures that don't threaten my life." Although it is in the extreme anger, He Yiming is still wide-eyed. This is the first time he explained. Hearing it, but for him who knows the history of the hundred and eight, it seems that this is not the way to push.
The murderousness and anger of He Yiming gradually faded away. He hesitated and seemed to be thinking about what finally flashed a color in his eyes.
He turned to the old man's body and turned to "One hundred and eight. I want a person to be quiet. Please don't follow me. Also trouble you to go back to the mountain and tell the elders that they will go back soon after I buried the old man." Say that I’m going to make a big stride in one direction.
This direction is completely opposite to the direction in which Sogo and others left. And through the monitoring of heartbeat, He Yiming is really calm.
When a person is in a frenzy of excitement, he may do a lot of things that seem unbelievable in peacetime. But when he calms down, he is still much less likely to be desperate to find his way out.
In the non-human head of the hundred and eight, countless pieces of information are being exchanged at the fastest rate and the sheep are broken. Finally, when all the rest is calm, he has reached a conclusion.
He Yiming has put down this hate. "The possibility of revenge for the cost of revenge will not attract a hundred percent. After the conclusion of this conclusion, he will not hesitate to turn around."
With his degree, even if he never showed it to the extreme, he returned to Yokoyama in an hour.
When he returned to Yokoyama, it immediately caused a sensation among the people.
Although the mountain road leading to the main peak has collapsed at this time, this does not affect the walking of many innate powers? As for the refurbishment of the mountain road, it is natural that the disciples will not care about their hearts. The nature that can really be paid attention to by many innate powers is He Yiming who left alone.
After the arrival of Hengshan in the hundred and eight, he did not hide the words that He Yiming brought him back.
Yu Jinglei and others have been relieved. Although the death of the water and the childish is quite regrettable, but the other people are not very close to the heart except Ting Shiguang and his friendship.
Especially for everyone in Yokoyama, as long as He Yiming has nothing to do with water, it is irrelevant.
Hundred and eight will bring the expressions of the people into his eyes, but his face is still moving, but his mind is constantly analyzing and admiring the battle. Xiong He Yiming is getting faster and faster. His transparency is constantly improving in the gallop.
At the same time, her singularity and singularity also swayed to the extreme. Under such a degree, even with the magical ability of one hundred and eight, I could not forget to win his eyes and ears.
After an hour, He Yiming finally slowed down. He is convinced that it is no longer possible for someone to be able to track themselves without being perceived by him.
Then his body ran straight in a certain direction.
His feet sometimes jumped a few meters away on the branches in midair, and he never left any traces.
At the same time, he also fully converged his own breath, even if the innate strong want to track is also difficult to do.
Finally, when he stopped, he had already arrived in a quiet valley.
This is an extremely remote and secluded valley hidden in the mountains. It is in this small valley that He Yiming has now produced a huge mysterious white stone.
Here is the place of He Yiming's good fortune and the treasure he once determined to bear the burden of the knife.
After coming to the inner valley, He Yiming took off the luck of the knife, such as the knife blade, the light is indefinite.
He turned his wrist like a flying plane, but he had already excavated a square pit on the ground. Then he jumped to the bottom of the mountain wall and slashed into the solid rock wall.
Under the support of huge infuriating, a rock wall has been dug up in a barbaric way.
Between the knife and the light, the rock wall has turned into a huge stone sarcophagus. Although the work is rough, the whole stone sarcophagus is his own hands.
Put down the big knife, He Yiming, the old man’s body was gently put into the stone sarcophagus.
His movements are extremely gentle. It seems that the old man has not died but just fell asleep.
However, he was afraid of disturbing the sleep of the old man, so he was so cautious.
He took the stone plaque and put him in the cave he dug. He Yiming finally took a deep look.
The old man’s face still maintains this confident, calm smile.
He Yiming’s heart is faintly drawn.
At the last moment of the life of the old man, after his heart has been pierced by the poisonous blade, he not only did not immediately fall down but with all the innate instinct in the heart with unparalleled perseverance, endured the incredible pain but still It is like a mountain standing behind him.
This is the last m thing the old man has done for him.
At this moment, He Yiming remembered the old man’s words to him outside the Tianluo State.
The old man is relieved."
When He Yiming made his voice for Tianluo, the old man was really relieved.
In the vagueness, He Yiming has already understood the last thoughts of the old man in the world. He also understands why he still has such strong determination and perseverance in his body that Yuanshou will do.
His deep sigh of anger is as raging as the boiling water.
He suddenly jumped up and jumped in the air and waved the huge and terrifying knife. Already appear in his hand.
Between the knives and the tumbling of the entire valley seems to be filled with the huge knife and knives.
Starting from the first style, the thirty-sixth style of the mountain began his walk-through exercise. EbookFREE.me~ His spirit was highly concentrated. The repressed anger of the m-shares was rekindled in his heart.
The enormous power that the son caused by anger boiling in his body pushed his instinct to the highest point one after another.
The twenty-first formula of the twenty-first type, when this style is exhausted, He Yiming’s eyes are rounded, but he does not close his hand but instead he has to take advantage of it... almost with this time, his body’s five lines of true air flow From the beginning of the water system, it turns into a sharp and incomparable gold gas.
With a huge knife flying like a fly to the front of the mountain wall cut.
A huge bang, a huge crack, spread straight out of the ground until the opposite side of the mountain wall also cracked a huge gap.
A slowly white glimmer of white light emerged from the mountain wall.
He Yiming gasped, his eyes were fascinating.
The twenty-second style of the mountain!