"There is a turtle shell here." Qin Ming discovered a giant turtle shell, at least thirty meters long, lying quietly in the pile of bones, exuding a thick aura and seemingly indestructible. The giant tortoise was so dead that even its bones were missing. It had to be said that it was a miracle that the tortoise shell was still there.
"It's mine." The little turtle waved its claws, and the thirty-meter-long tortoise shell was retracted into its shell.
"Do you still have the water of life? Give me some."
"No more, not a drop left." Little Turtle replied unceremoniously.
"I have."
"You have a bird."
“…”
The two of them talked about each other and walked towards the bone mountain in front to see if there was anything special there.
An hour later, Qin Ming stopped, clenched his sword, and stood ready.
A group of people were sitting around the bone mound in front of him, yes, they were living people!
Qin Ming walked for so long and finally saw a living person.
There were thirty people, old and young, men and women. They formed two circles inside and outside, guarding one person inside. To be honest, they were guarding a child carved in pink and jade. It looked like Only five or six years old.
They all opened their eyes and were wary of Qin Ming.
But…
As he watched, Qin Ming's eyes changed, and he groaned in his heart, "What a sin."
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.
"know."
"What's the origin?"
"Liu Li Island, Fenglei Sect Master, Pei Qiuming!" Qin Ming looked at the child, his appearance had changed a lot, but he could basically tell by looking at the people around him. Isn't this beautiful child Pei Qiuming, the master of the Fenglei Sect, a majestic sage warrior, turned into a child? The tragedy of the degradation of Shengwu is happening before our eyes. And isn’t the white-haired old man accompanying Pei Qiuming his son Pei Feng
"Qin Ming?" Pei Feng was so old that he stood up leaning on his bones. He was very sad, angry, and in pain. From a young man to an old man, he almost belched his farts. It was an unbearable feeling. However, looking at the father next to me, I couldn't tell what it felt like.
"Congratulations, you are all alive." Qin Ming carried the sword and spread his wings. His features were very obvious, and because he had been sleeping for fifty years, his facial muscles had returned to their original shape.
The expressions of everyone in the Fenglei Sect became ugly. How could I hear these words and how could I respond to them? What is congratulations? What does it mean to be alive
Especially Pei Qiuming, the leader of the Fenglei Sect, these words were like a sharp knife, stabbing into the heart, and the calm mood collapsed on the spot. He hated, he went crazy, he was angry, the so-called strength, the so-called talent, the so-called treasure, were so vulnerable in the face of time. It was not easy for him to cultivate to the Holy Martial Arts. It was a lot of hardships and hardships. It was really not easy. It was good now. His age had returned to five years old and his realm was almost completely ruined. Thinking of this, he grabbed the bones around him and smashed them on his head. As a result, the bones were knocked down with these bangs, and his head was bruised and bloody, and he screamed in pain.
"Dad! It's okay! Don't be afraid! I'm here!" Pei Feng quickly threw away the bone, picked up his father, and wiped the blood hurriedly.
Pei Qiuming roared: "Put it down! How many times have I warned you, don't hug me!"
Pei Feng quickly put him down and apologized with a grimace. "You are no longer a holy warrior. You can't stand such a torment. Stop hurting yourself. How can I live without you?"
"Shut up! Shut up!"
"Yes, yes, I shut up."
This scene is so funny no matter how you look at it, an old man kneels in front of a child, kowtows, and calls daddy in fear.
The surviving disciples of Fenglei Sect also wanted to laugh, but they were even more sad. These people don't have a good life, they are either old or degenerate.
Pei Qiuming screamed frantically, and no one could understand his mood. It was not easy for him to advance to the Holy Martial Realm. He had to go from one heaven to another, especially the transformation from the peak of Earth Martial to Holy Martial. It was so difficult. But when he woke up, he returned to his childhood and resumed the path of cultivation. Can he still be promoted to Martial Saint this time? how much longer
Pei Feng was full of grievances and anger. He turned around and pointed at Qin Ming and shouted: "Why don't you get older? Why? This is unfair!"
Qin Ming pointed to the sky.
"What do you mean?" They looked up at the sky together, what's the secret
"God willing."
"Your uncle." Everyone almost cursed.
"You are the only ones left, where are the others?" Qin Ming remembered that hundreds of people came to Fenglei Sect.
It's okay not to mention it. When I mentioned this, the Fengleimen all stared at each other. What about the others? What else are you talking about? died! All turned into bones! All one hundred people were involved, and when they opened their eyes, only thirty were left.
"How long have you been in here?" Qin Ming observed the Fengleimen team. There is an old woman with the fifth level of earth martial arts, an old man with the fourth level of earth martial arts, a strong man with the third level of earth martial arts, and five earth martial arts below the third level of earth martial arts. The rest are all in Xuanwu, Lingwu, and even Spirit quenching realm. This lineup is still very threatening to Qin Ming, but with golden wings, he is not afraid of them.
"There is no day or night here, time is very confusing, and we don't know how long we have been here." The old woman from the fifth heaven shook her head, her mood was still calm. She used to be a beautiful woman and the female elder of the Fenglei Sect. She suddenly aged for nearly thirty years. It was difficult to accept it at first. However, looking at the sect leader who was a child who had degenerated from the holy martial arts, and then looked at the slave girl next to her. She was at least lucky to be an elder who had degenerated from the peak level of Earth Martial Arts to the third level of Earth Martial Arts. He was also the strongest among their thirty-person team.
"Is there anyone else around?"
"There are many, at least two to three hundred people, and there are many spirit demons."
The moment they are swallowed by the Long Live Mountain, some people will go through hundreds of years and directly turn into withered bones. No matter how heroic or strong you are, you will be as fragile as a clay figure in the face of time, without even a chance to struggle. But there are still people who have just experienced decades of changes and are lucky enough to survive.
It has been half a month since the black dragon warship swept across the ghost sea with the Banzai. It has devoured countless people and monsters, and the number of survivors will naturally not be small. There are two or three hundred around here. What about other places
Long Live Mountain looks very quiet, but there are thousands or even thousands of scattered people and monsters.
They are all calm now and nothing has happened, because they are busy wiping away their tears and trying hard to accept the reality. But I believe it won’t be long before this place becomes a cruel battlefield. Because this is Long Live Mountain, no one can get out, and everyone will die. Under the stimulation of despair, people will lose their minds and become crazy. All kinds of ugly things such as killing, rape, humiliation, etc. will take turns to be staged in the last carnival of life.
Qin Ming looked at the vast sea of bones and finally breathed a sigh of relief. Since many people survived, the possibility of Ma Dameng and Bai Hu surviving was much greater.
"Force an alliance?" The old woman looked at Qin Ming. One more person would bring more strength. Although he would die sooner or later, at least he wouldn't die too ugly.
Alliance? Everyone else looked at her and formed an alliance with this guy? Aren't you afraid of the Witch Palace's revenge? Hey, yes, this is Long Live Mountain, no one can get out, why worry about the Witch Palace. Regardless of this aspect, Qin Ming's identity as the Immortal King is still very effective in combat, especially those two pairs of golden wings, which can fly in the air like a holy warrior, come and go freely, and have an advantage in melee battles.
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