The old man Mi did not immediately answer his words, but adjusted his breath for a moment in place. Obviously, the outbreak at that moment just now was also very detrimental to him.
After a while, his pale complexion recovered a little rosy, and then he opened his eyes and looked at the dying Wei Wei somewhat jokingly: "Did you just keep asking me why I didn't use the "Phoenix Nirvana Sutra"? What you wished, let you see, how is it, do you regret it now?"
"Is that the "Phoenix Nirvana Sutra" just now?" Wei Wei was a little dazed, but he was more confused. "Can "Phoenix Nirvana Sutra" greatly increase people's skill?"
"Only guessed half of it." The frown of old man Mi's frown finally loosened. It is obvious that the crisis that has troubled him for many years has been completely resolved today, even if he knows that he shouldn't say too much, but should end Wei Lao's life as soon as possible.
But human nature is like this. Sometimes it's one thing to know rationally, but it's another thing to do it emotionally.
The old saying goes well, not returning the rich and honorable to the hometown is like walking in the night in a brocade.
He is now in the same situation. He has always been under the pressure of Wei Wei, regardless of whether it is an official position or a cultivation level. Even though Wei Wei's words to him before, no matter how well he concealed him, his contempt is still in his bones.
Now that the serf is standing up and singing, if he doesn't talk to Wei Luo as a victor, how can he be worthy of so many years of suffocation
"The "Phoenix Nirvana Sutra" can indeed greatly enhance the cultivator's skill, but one condition needs to be met, that is, the cultivator must be seriously injured. The more severe the injury, the greater the increase." Old man Mi continued.
Zuan on the side suddenly felt that he had been obsessed with the special abilities brought by "Gao Feng" and "Lan Fu" for a while, and almost forgot the most original feature of "Phoenix Nirvana Sutra".
Wei Luo finally understood: "No wonder you got hurt so easily before. It turns out that you deliberately guided me to hurt you, and then pretended to be lingering, and guided me step by step into the trap you arranged."
"As a cultivator, wisdom is as important as strength. If I remember correctly, you taught me this sentence before." Old man Mi was a little proud when he said this. In the past, Wei Luo was aloof when he said this. , And now he is the winner.
Wei Luo's eyes were a little lost. He knew what a winner was. Now everything is over. He muttered to himself: "The Phoenix can only be reborn after Nirvana, why I didn't expect this."
Old Man Mi obviously doesn't want to entangle him with this, but wants to get something meaningful from him: "Besides you, how many people know that I am here?"
Wei Luo finally showed a smile on his face: "Do you think it's okay to kill me? Don't worry, I have reported the situation here to the emperor. As long as the Zhou Dynasty is immortal, I will always come and kill you. People, who made you brave enough to snatch things that the emperor valued."
"Sure enough..." The old man frowned, but he was not too worried. He glanced at Zu An not far away. Anyway, he already had a solution. "By the way, where is the emperor's cultivation now? "
"Hahaha, I have to admit that the skill you showed at that moment was shocking, even I am far from being an opponent, but do you think that you can compete with the emperor in this way?" Wei Wei smiled. Coughing for bleeding, "That would be too overwhelming."
"Naturally, I wouldn't be so arrogant to compare with the emperor's elders. It's just that as a monk, I don't want to go further, so it's normal to be fascinated by a higher realm." Old man Mi replied.
"What you said is really good," Wei Feng didn't refute this time, but he still said, "But I advise you not to expect too much in this regard. People like you and me are inherently incomplete, and they are destined to be unable to explore. In the real way of heaven, forcibly seeking is nothing more than asking for trouble."
"That's not necessarily." The old man sneered. He had found a perfect way to rebirth from a severed limb. Naturally a waste person like Wei Luo was not worthy of being compared with him.
Wei Wei glanced at him in surprise, but he really didn't understand where his confidence came from.
Old man Mi asked again: "How is the empress empress all these years?"
"If you ask about other things, I won't answer you at all, but if you ask about the empress, you still have a conscience. After so many years, you still remember her old kindness..." Wei Wei sighed, "We were back then. When this group of people first entered the palace, they were bullied until they met the empress, who was really kind-hearted, but she was born..."
Halfway through, he knew he had made a mistake, so he didn't go on.
Old Man Mi didn't have so much scruples, and said directly: "After so many years, the prince's... Is Lingzhi still not resuscitated?"
Zuan on the side is a little confused, wise? What kind of ghost is this? Why do you use this word to describe it? Is it because you gave birth to a monkey
Wei Luo shook his head: "In recent years, the emperor and the empress have been searching for famous doctors, and they have found many geniuses and treasures to be served by the prince. Although it is not amazing and stunning, it is barely comparable to most ordinary people. NS."
The old man snorted: "Born in an emperor's family, being in the middle of life is the biggest disaster, not to mention his father is still the world's strongest man, and his uncles and cousins are also the world's wizards. It's really weird."
Wei Wei smiled bitterly: "Maybe the previous generations have exhausted all their aura."
Zu An on the side looked weird. I heard Chu Chuyan mentioned that the current predicament of the Chu family was whether the next emperor passed it to the prince or the king of Qi.
The ordinary aptitude of the prince gave King Qi a lot of supporters, but now listening to the old people in the two palaces chatting, this prince is more than just ordinary aptitude, it is simply a waste.
At this time, Wei Wei said again: "The lady has broken her heart for the prince. In the past two years, she has shown him a beautiful and capable prince. With her help, it can make up for some of the prince's shortcomings."
"Prince Concubine?" Old Man Mi was a little surprised and couldn't help sighing, "Time flies so fast. The prince was so young back then, but now he is married."
Wei Wei also sighed with emotion: "Yes, we could still drink and talk in the palace back then, but now we have to fight life and death."
"Okay, it's over, it's time to send you on the road." Old man Mi came to Wei Wei and pointed his eyebrows.
At this moment, Wei Feng suddenly pushed out with his uninjured hand, slapped his palm on the opponent's lower abdomen.
Obviously, he said so much on purpose just to accumulate this final blow.
Old Man Mi spit out a big mouth of blood, but which finger still touched Wei Wei's forehead.
The light in Wei Ling's eyes suddenly disappeared, his eyes became grey and white, and there was no sound at all.
Old Man Mi staggered back a few steps, clutching his abdomen, vomiting blood.
Zuan felt cold when he saw it. The two old Yins were compared, and one was better than the other. They really deserved to be good friends in the palace.
At this time, he had already rushed away from the restriction in his body, but he did not change anything. He still pretended to be immobile, and then asked, "Senior, are you okay?"
Old man Mi gave him an angry look: "Did you not see me vomiting so much blood? How could it be okay?"
The anger value from the old man Mi is +233!
Zuan chuckled, "I'm used to vomiting and vomiting blood this stuff, not to mention the supernatural powers of the predecessors, and I must be able to recover soon."
Old man Mi: "..."
After a long time, he just passed away: "It's so easy, how powerful was Wei Wei's blow before his death. I didn't expect me to be careless, but he was dragged to death by him."
Zuan was taken aback: "Is it... so serious?"
The old man Mi turned his head to look at him at this moment: "Azu, do you ask yourself how the old man treats you on weekdays?"