Chapter 1998: : Tu Shan's Compassion

Hundreds of thousands of mountains and rivers, the corpses full of corpses exuded monstrous corpse gas, the eyes are full of the famous masters of the nine countries and seven seas, including the strongest swordsman. E-fiction WWW W. ┡1XIAOSHUO. COM
The change of Jiankui's comment made many masters from the nine countries and seven seas who participated in Jiankui's comment, including figures such as Tang Huang, became one of the many corpses here.
It is a pity that the Tang Emperor's generation was admired by all parties in the Nine Kingdoms, and even Qi Tian Yao Sheng regarded it as a rare friend in his life. No one expected him to die like this, dying in this unregarded place. , Not even a person who collected his body for him.
The umbrella supporter did not know when he appeared here. He stood on a broken cliff and looked at the corpses under the cliff. His face was joyless and sad, and he could not see any expression.
Suddenly, among the piles of corpses, a small thing came out, and the eyes of the umbrella holder changed, watching the things that came out of the corpse.
"Ah~~ This charming fragrance, Uncle Ben can finally have a good meal." Among the corpse, the thing that looks like a big radish made a slightly hoarse voice, an intoxicated expression, his hands and feet were still there Unrest.
If Fang Lin saw this scene here, he would definitely recognize this thing, turned out to be a thousand-year-old dead ginseng.
At the moment, the millennial ginseng was sitting among countless corpses, and he began to absorb the corpse gas of this place in a hurry, so that it was a great pleasure, completely intoxicated, and there was no pair of eyes above him who was watching it.
The dense corpse gas diffused here continuously gathered towards the side of the millennial ginseng, like a vortex, madly poured into the body of the millennial ginseng.
The body of this thousand-year-old ginseng looks like a little big, but it looks like a bottomless hole. No matter how large and dense the corpse gas is, the thousand-year-old ginseng can absorb it effortlessly, but it is a comfortable face.
"Uncle Ben hasn't been so happy for a long time. Since I was with Fang Lin's boy, the day is really not as good as a day. It's still the uncle Ben. After hiding here for so long, I can finally enjoy it with peace of mind." Li Nian nagging, squinting his head and shaking his head, that is called a leisurely complacent.
"Ah, I don’t know when the boy will come back, I don’t know where to go, there is no news at all, and this causes Uncle Ben to worry for several days, but the boy’s life is very hard, like the bug in the pit, even the book Uncles who are so fortunate should also be willing to worship the wind. It is estimated that this kid will not have any trouble."
"This world is really chaotic, but it has nothing to do with Uncle Ben. Anyway, no matter how chaotic, it will not fall on Uncle Ben's head. What should I do? I just fled back to the endless cave, where there was so much corpse. Yes."
Thousand-year-old dead ginseng left and right words, from time to time sighed, but the process of absorbing corpse gas was not affected at all.
For a long time, the thousand-year-old ginseng seemed to be almost absorbed, and he lay down on an unknown corpse while touching his stomach, humming a tune in his mouth.
The parachute supporter looked at it silently, with a somewhat stunned expression on his face, as if looking too enchanted.
In a trance, the umbrella man sighed aloud, the expression on his face could not tell whether it was joy or sadness.
"Tu Shan, is this your compassion for the sentient beings of the earth?" The umbrella supporter looked up at the sky and said that the black umbrella couldn't help but hold on tight.
Another glance at the millennium dead ginseng, the man holding the umbrella smiled and turned around and disappeared here.
"Well? It seems that there is a shameless uncle who is peeping at this uncle?" The millennial cadaver suddenly seemed to feel something, stood up and looked at the cliff above the person who just supported the umbrella, muttering in his mouth.
But none of the figures saw it, and the Millennium Corpse Ginseng didn't care, and continued to lie here enjoying its own corpse meal.
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In a deep and humid mountain stream lies a dead body with a peaceful face and silver head.
The umbrella supporter came here and walked slowly to the old silver man's body. Looking at the calm color of the old silver man's face, the umbrella supporter felt a bit sour in his heart and sighed slightly.
"The demon saint that was so beautiful in his life, but the death was so desolate, the corpses fell in this place where there is no sun, and few people will remember you." The umbrella supporter murmured, I don't know if it was for the old silver man The corpse is still listening to itself.
The old man Yin is Jing Zulong. He was killed by Mo Shouhei, and the body fell here. No one knows. Only the umbrella man found this place and found the body of Jing Zhulong.
The umbrella supporter originally had a glimmer of expectation, and felt that Jing Zhulong might still have a chance to be saved. After all, Jing Zhulong had also been hit by Mo Shouhei, and had been suppressed for so many years without dying. Maybe this time he would be able to survive. .
But when the parachute supporter saw Jing Zhulong's body, he realized that he could no longer return to the sky. Jing Zhulong had died completely, and no trace of vitality was left, and his soul had already dissipated between heaven and earth.
Even if he is the incarnation of the ancient spirit, with part of the strength of Tushan ancient spirit, he can't save a dead person.
The parachute supporter squatted down, thinking to take away the body of Jing Zhulong. Although the person was already dead, he couldn't just put it here. After all, it was once the demon sage, and he was fighting for the death of all living beings in the world.
Just when the umbrella supporter wanted to put away Jing Zhulong's body, he saw a red awn wrapped around Jing Zhulong's body, making it impossible for the umbrella supporter to touch his body.
The umbrella supporter froze for a moment, then smiled bitterly, and was even more sad.
"Your elder brother is dead." The umbrella man said with a very soft tone~EbookFREE.me~ The red mang turned into a girl in red, staring at the umbrella man with hostility, and more provocative sword The air was filled with air, and it seemed that as long as the umbrella supporter dared to approach the body of Jing Zhulong, this sword spirit would fall on the umbrella supporter.
The umbrella supporter was helpless and could only report with a wry smile. This girl in red was the soul of Jing Qinglong’s younger sister, Jing Qinghong, who had been deposited in the sword of Qing Hong before, but with Jing Zhulong’s body When he died, Jing Qinghong's soul also disengaged from Qinghong's sword, staying on Jing Zhulong's body, and he was always reluctant to leave. Even if she went down like this, her soul would eventually dissipate.
Perhaps for Jing Zhulong, death is a relief, but for Jing Qinghong’s soul, Jing Zhulong regards her only reliance in the world, Jing Jinglong died, and Jing Qinghong did not want to become a lone soul. The wild ghost only wants to guard Jing Zhulong's body for a limited time, and then slowly dissipates.
The umbrella supporter looked at the stubborn expression of the girl in red, and knew that what she said was useless. She nodded and turned away.
However, before leaving, he also left a force here, so that Jing Zhulong's body would not be disturbed in any way.
(End of this chapter)