Chapter 5217: The dust settles

Poison of the Dry Sea!
That's right, the pitch black on Bi Haitian's hands is precisely the poison of the North Sea—the poison of the dry sea.
Li Tian's eyes dimmed in an instant, his thin lips pressed slightly, and he exhausted his entire body and flew towards Tu Ya.
Knowing that he couldn't make it in time, he couldn't help but watch Tu Ya get injured.
Moreover, once infected with the poison of the dry sea, he will undoubtedly die.
Bang--
Bishui's palm slashed heavily, and the body owner who could not bear the palm was thrown out heavily.
"father!"
Tu Ya almost roared and cried.
Fang Zai, she was closing her eyes in despair, waiting for the palm to fall, but the unexpected blue water palm did not split off, instead she heard a loud noise that did not belong to her body.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw Tu Te's body flew out heavily, and a large amount of blood flew out of his body.
Tu Dao and Tu Li rushed over quickly, and kept aura in Tu Te's body, hoping for a miracle to happen.
"Daddy, don't leave us, don't leave us..."
The two big men, like children at this moment, were crying and crying, looking at the mountains on which they depended through dim tears, and they were now red with blood.
After exhausting his life's cultivation base, Tu Te raised his eyes and stared at his children, and finally said weakly:
"Stupid boy, cry or cry, I just went with your mother, I miss her, we will always guard you..."
The more he talked to the back, the lower his voice, until Tu Te closed his eyes forever.
In an instant, as if all the strength in the body was drained, everything in the world lost its color.
The body is numb, the thoughts are stagnant, and I never thought that meeting again would say goodbye in this way.
Tu Ya fell on her knees, silent tears falling from the corners of her eyes, watching Tu Te's body gradually turn into fine pieces of spiritual silk.
With the wind of the North Sea, this gleaming white silk drifted across every corner of Tulu Island.
Then it slowly revolved in mid-air, as if looking down at the homeland he loves.
call out--
The bright white spirit silk suddenly swooped down and poured into the amethyst on Tu Ya's wrist.
Perhaps some people have never left, but just changed a way to guard everything they love.
Everyone was shocked, sad, or angry about Tu Te's sudden death.
Only Bi Haitian was laughing wildly like a madman.
Suddenly, Bi Haitian covered his chest and coughed violently, then spouted a mouthful of blood.
It turned out that only Tute had just left a hand.
Just as Bi Haitian's palm slashed at him, Tu Te transformed into a cloud and got into his body.
In the end, Bi Haitian lost to Tu Te.
Taking advantage of this opportunity that Bi Haitian was seriously injured, Li Tian flew up and mobilized the second cyclone.
Then the power of the star source was released, and countless stars flew away in a golden aura, scattered on every corner of Tulu Island.
Under this unpredictable force, three thousand wild waves were destroyed into broken ice dross, dissolving the ice layer.
At this time, Bi Haitian flew up, facing Li Tian's eyes.
At this moment, there was no extra word, some just wanted to kill the other person's awakening.
Huh--
Wielding the ice-blue fairy sword and bombarding it with a long river of sword aura, Li Tian's eyes contained an aura to destroy the world.
Up!
Following Bi Haitian's order, the Beihai after birth suddenly flew up, and the Bihai floated in the air, as if the whole world had been turned upside down.
The blue sea swept the long river, and suddenly there were only two colors left between the heaven and the earth, and I saw the ice blue and the green green hit a fire in the mid-air.
Faced with Bi Haitian who was exhausting all his strength, Li Tian's move was easily cracked, and his body was knocked out again.
Immediately afterwards, the blue sea fell from the sky, and the heavy rain suddenly arrived, with the power to swallow everything.
At this moment when life was hanging by a thread, a ghostly black figure suddenly sprang out from the ice blue fairy sword.
It is Li.
I saw this black figure, under everyone's shocked gaze, flashed in front of Bi Haitian, raised the ice blue fairy sword in his hand, and stabbed it forcefully toward his chest.
what--
Bi Haitian exclaimed, before he even thought about who moved his hand, he crashed to the end.
There is no chance of surviving the person who was killed by Li with the fairy sword.
When life and death were at stake, Li saved himself again. After a long period of cultivation, Li's spiritual power became stronger.
With that, the shadow flashed again and returned to the fairy sword.
Bi Haitian is dead, this is obvious to all.
But in the face of the death of the people of Tuludao, everyone on Tuludao couldn't be happy.
Because of this fierce battle, the islanders have lost a lot. Now Tu Te has also left, and they cannot accept this fact for a while.
Li Tian sighed long, feeling helpless in his heart.
Fireworks are easy to cold, and personnel are easy to separate.
All these are difficult to contend.
Flying body came to Bi Haitian, an ice blue streamer hovered over the fallen corpse, and then a little green flashed.
The slender five fingers waved in the air, and the green storage shelf lay in the palm.
Then Li Tian was surprised to find that in the storage ring, there was actually a treasure of the island-jade gourd.
He never expected that Bi Haitian could win the jade gourd from the Nether Giant Whale, and once again sighed that the Golden Immortal Warrior was different.
At the same time, the severely wounded Blue Cloud fell to the North Sea under the combined attack of Tu Dao and Tu Li.
This battle without gunpowder ended with the death of Bi Haitian.
There were not a few people left on Kongwei Island and Bishui Island. Those who resisted desperately were resolved, and those who turned to them did not continue to be investigated.
Everything calmed down, and the dust settled for this decade-long dispute.
The waves are not surging, and of course the sea breeze is still blowing.
But the blood stains the North Sea, and the wind of the North Sea is mixed with blood.
Three brothers and sisters Tu Ya dragged their tired bodies back to the Temple of Tulu Island and set up a mourning hall for Tu Te.
I only remember that that night, Li Tian and Lingwei were sitting on a huge sea coconut tree, holding the wine jar, looking down on the entire Tulu Island with faint eyes.
The whimper came from every corner, and there was a deep sorrow hidden in the cold night sky.
No one fell asleep this night, even Li Tian and Lingwei who had drank dozens of jars of sea flower stuffed, did not feel sleepy at all, but was blowing the night breeze, listening to the ebb and flow of the tide.
In this life, there are many sad things that are silent.
The next morning, the bright sunshine shone on the North Sea, and it was a brand new day.
Only this night, everything that happened on the three islands spread throughout the North Sea.
Of course, the story of the jade gourd, the treasure of Zhendao, also spread.
As the Tulu Island was being cleaned up and down, a group of people came to the west.
All of them had smiles on their faces, and they didn't look like they were coming to fight, but they were coming to congratulate them.
The person who took the lead was the owner of Guanjue Island.