Darkness, dark and heavy.
It was as if the heaven and the earth had suddenly condensed into a stone, and the molecules in the stone were becoming more and more tightly bound together, intending to wrap the people in it into specimens.
The heavy sound like giant stepping was getting closer and closer, but it never came to him. It attracted people to hold their breath and pay attention, but they couldn't wait for the dangerous moment to come.
And when people hold their breath for a long time, when they come back to their senses, they feel that their hearts are under heavy pressure, and they don't know when their hearts are tied by ropes, and their heartbeats are suffocating and slow.
Do you think that voice is just to make people tense, to attract people's attention, and then let the heavy air take advantage of it
However, Meng Fuyao soon realized that he guessed wrong.
The voice wandered around and paused for a while, then suddenly approached again, much closer this time.
The sound of the wind on all sides stopped, and it was so quiet that one could hear a hair falling off the ground. In the extremely condensed silence and darkness, one could hear the footsteps like a torrent of bells, and feel the shaking of the ground slowly approaching, but no one or anything could be seen. That kind of feeling, oppression and chilling, can intuitively arouse the fear in the hearts of human beings.
It's scary because you can't see it.
Meng Fuyao listened intently, but he was thinking in his heart, the Evergreen Temple is known as the gods and illuminates, but the first two of the four realms are as deep and dark as entering a ghost land, which is even more gloomy than Fufeng witchcraft, what is it like? god
Or, gods, witches and witches are the same thing, but in different coats
At this moment, she has opened the last layer of "Heavenly Access" of her "Breaking Nine Heavens", and her five senses are far more sensitive than others, but even so, she can't hear all the sounds except for the footsteps in this dark environment. Zhan Beiye and others who were close at hand just now seemed to be swallowed by a vacuum in an instant, and there was no sound at all.
But Meng Fuyao never believed that they would keep quiet, even if Yun Hen didn't speak, Zhan Beiye would definitely not.
The voice was approaching, and she was patrolling beside her, as if she would strike at any moment. Meng Fuyao guessed from what angle the opponent would attack first, his palm suddenly felt cold, Zong Yue's hand held her, and said: "The opponent seems to want to attack us one by one. , you and I will not be separated again."
Meng Fuyao said "Mmm", pressed his fingers on his wrist pulse, and asked, "Why are your hands so cold?"
Zong Yue said indifferently: "It's just wearing gloves."
Meng Fuyao suspiciously listened to his unsteady breathing, and speculated about his condition, she remembered that Zong Yue seemed to have a chronic illness, what is going on now
However, in the darkness, he couldn't see anything, and couldn't touch him, so Meng Fuyao could only say: "Take a break first..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a crack above his head. It was clear that there was nothing there, but it sounded like a pair of giant hands had suddenly scratched the ceiling, and the air around him suddenly tightened. !
In an instant, Zong Yue pulled Meng Fuyao and both flew up.
That giant hand-like thing was waving vertically and horizontally in the narrow space separated by the dark realm, desperately trying to grab the two of them, and then crush them to death in the palm of their hands.
The space is narrow, the giant hands are huge, and with a light copy, they almost wrap around the four sides, leaving a pitifully small gap. Thanks to Zong Yue's number one killer, he has a flowing body that he has trained for many years, and is good at using all space and space. The gap brought Meng Fuyao to and fro, passing through the wind sound of giant palms countless times extremely thrillingly and extremely skillfully.
His figure is as light as a feather, his actions are bold but meticulous, and he often pulls Meng Fuyao away smoothly when there is no time, it seems that he has calculated that Meng Fuyao will consume a lot in the first round, and he intends to help her save her strength.
"Didn't Zhan Beiye say that his master has already passed two tests?" Meng Fuyao asked Zong Yue after another successful dodge, "How did you pass this one?"
"Light." Zong Yue said, "Light is the only way to break the darkness."
Meng Fuyao immediately went to get out the fire booklet, Zong Yue said: "It's useless, if the fire can be started, this battle will be easy."
Meng Fuyao drew the saber again and poured his true power into the blade, but the light of true qi on the saber only attached to the saber itself, and could not illuminate the chaotic darkness at all.
Meng Fuyao tried several methods but failed, and couldn't figure it out: "Then where did Master Lei Dong get the light?"
"Lord Leidong brought a firefly with him at the time." Zong Yue said, "This thing was born in the swamp of Moro in the Western Regions. It is very rare and huge. It was so easy to catch one. It turned out that I was going to ask my master to develop it, whether it can be used to improve the power, but in the dark, I had no choice but to release this firefly to break the formation. I will find this thing later. We couldn't find it, so we had to find another way."
"Where can I find Huoying now?" Meng Fuyao sighed, Zong Yue said: "No need to look for it, I can't find it at all. When Brother Zhan came over, he ordered the whole country to search for this thing, but nothing was found."
The two of them hid in a blind spot at the moment, the strength of their giant hands couldn't grab them for a while, but they had time to say a few words, Meng Fuyao asked: "Who is the commander? It seems that he has a good relationship with Sir Lei Dong?"
"People are called Immortal Medicine, and their name is Gu Yidie." Zong Yue said, "It's more than good. It is said that if Mr. Lei Dong's wife is not too much of a lioness in the east of the river, maybe the one who married Mr. Lei Dong should be my master."
Meng Fuyao couldn't help laughing, Zong Yue said: "There is some entanglement between the older generation, the family teacher is originally from Qiong Cang, and has wandered around the world for many years, and I haven't seen her for a long time."
Meng Fuyao thought about what kind of woman could teach a character like Zong Yue, and couldn't help being fascinated, his side suddenly tightened, as if something was thrown away vigorously, and then there was a sound of wind like a giant pestle.
Meng Fuyao turned around and punched that huge force. The enemy was invisible in this round, and it was useless to use any weapon. It relied on the real strength competition. She punched fiercely, and the pale white qi Shan, collided with the black wind in an instant, and the surroundings seemed to be shaken.
However, the boxing here has just been used, and suddenly several huge winds rushed over. The huge hand seemed to separate its fingers in an instant, and attacked Meng Fuyao from all directions at the same time. The true power coming from each direction, They are not inferior to the strength of Yansha among the top ten.
In other words, Meng Fuyao was going to fight five Yanshas at the same time!
Five ferocious and gigantic forces attacked Meng Fuyao at the same time, and the sound of the wind suffocated people's breath. He looked as if he wanted to squeeze Meng Fuyao into a pulp no matter what. In an instant, Meng Fuyao had no time to think or dodge, so he simply refused to give way. He lowered his waist, swung his fists out, his left foot flew up, and he pushed his head desperately to meet him!
If you want to squeeze me to death, I'll kill you first, if Gonggong hit Buzhou Mountain, let's hit once today!
However, even if the whole body is used as a weapon, there is still a right leg that can't be taken care of, Meng Fuyao pours his true strength into the right leg, and is going to take this time, breaking a leg desperately, and he will never be a meat paste!
There was a sudden sound of wind blowing through the sleeves beside him.
boom!
The head-on collision sounded like a drum, and Meng Fuyao's head was buzzing, and her neck seemed to be cracked. After the wave of shocking pain passed, she waited for the pain of breaking her right leg but didn't wait, and immediately tilted her head. , asked urgently: "Zong Yue?"
It took a while to hear Zong Yue answer beside her: "Yes."
After humming, he didn't speak again, Meng Fuyao said anxiously: "You have a chronic internal injury, you shouldn't use your internal strength easily, get out of the way!"
She withdrew her fist, but suddenly found that her fist seemed to be stuck in a pile of cement, stuck and unable to be pulled out, and the huge force was still dragging her in a vague way, hitting her in a certain direction.
There should be nothing in that direction, but Meng Fuyao knew that once he was dragged by it, there would definitely be a killer that could kill him.
It's useless to panic at this moment, Meng Fuyao took a deep breath, and the "Thousand Catty Pendant" sank, completely sinking himself on the spot.
The huge force seemed to be controlled by someone, it was getting heavier and heavier, gradually increasing the force, the force that trapped the two fists exerted force from two different directions, not only trying to drag Meng Fuyao away, but also trying to tear her apart, Meng Fuyao kept adding more force. Resisting with real strength, he had to stabilize himself while distracting his arms, and beads of sweat gradually formed on his forehead.
Someone suddenly bumped his shoulder lightly, and the real power of his right fist was cleverly drawn out, and the force originally exerted on him was drawn out. Meng Fuyao relaxed his body. Although the pressure was still heavy, only one side was receiving the force. Don't worry about being torn apart alive.
She was startled, turned her head and immediately shouted: "Zong Yue, let go!"
He seemed to be suffering from an injury, and he had already supported her with a huge force, preventing her from breaking her leg, and if he led another force, how would he be able to hold it up
The person beside him didn't answer, his breath was cold and the smell of the medicine was stronger, there was something dripping vaguely, the sound was slight and startling, Meng Fuyao was so anxious when he heard it, he bumped his head: "Let go! I can do it myself." Handle!"
Zong Yue shook his head, and there was already a bit of anger in his tone: "What are you arguing about! Save some energy and you can live longer!"
"I don't want to step on your corpse to live for a while longer!" Meng Fuyao refused to give an inch, and wanted to draw back her true energy with a tap of her fingers.
The wind behind him suddenly rose again!
It is no longer a heavy and fierce force, but it is very similar to the sound of the wind when it first entered the battle, like countless thin and transparent daggers shooting from all directions, the speed is faster and the sound of the wind is more urgent. The sound of "whoosh" is left!
There was a bang in Meng Fuyao's heart, and he felt desperate for a moment—at this time, he had just stabilized himself with a heavy pendant, and he was trying his best to resist the dragging force that seemed to surge out from the underground and the sky. Tow away, she will either be dragged out, or shot through by the countless gusts of wind, she has no choice!
It suddenly occurred to my mind that Zong Yue was facing the same dilemma!
As soon as his blood rushed, Meng Fuyao didn't think about anything, he turned around and went to block Zongyue.
As soon as she turned around, a gust of wind rushed towards her, and then her side went numb, and she fell backward with a thud.
Zong Yue was faster than her and threw her down first.
He threw her down and immediately covered her tightly, his limbs intertwined to protect her body, then he sank and used the jackhammer to resist the huge force that was still dragging Meng Fuyao.
The sound of the wind passed over their heads, whistling, and Meng Fuyao lay down, feeling the cold wind blowing across her face, cutting her skin. Her loose hair was cut off in an instant, and the sharp force made her tremble with fear—the sound of the wind It's too close, she was almost poked while lying down, Zong Yue, Zong Yue...
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" Meng Fuyao couldn't move, and shouted, "Get out of the way, get out of the way—"
"Don't move!" Zong Yue pressed her tightly, his whole body was trembling slightly, but he refused to move away at all. Meng Fuyao went to try to mobilize his strength to punch the acupoints, but everyone's acupuncture techniques were different, especially Zong Yue's. It's weird, although Meng Fuyao's internal strength is extremely high, but he didn't know the direction of the acupoint flow, and he still couldn't break away.
There was darkness all around, only the whistling of the wind passing by, I couldn't see anything, I could only feel the smell of medicine and blood in the air getting thicker, something was constantly splashing and falling on her body, the man's body temperature was abnormal It was scorching hot, but her heart was slightly cold. The strange body temperature made her heart sink, and tears burst out uncontrollably: "Please... get out of the way, get out of the way..."
The man was only immersed in the darkness and chaos, silently resisting without moving a step.
In the extreme noise of the wind, the two people who fell on the ground were so quiet that they were shocked. They were both silent, bursting out their greatest strength to endure. One endured the onset of injuries and the pain of cutting the body by the wind, and the other endured the silent sacrifice. And the greatest fear of fate.
The sound of the wind is as fast as the streamer, and the time is as slow as a thousand years.
Zong Yue trembled suddenly, and a mouthful of hot blood sprayed on her hairline.
Meng Fuyao's tears rolled down silently, along the corners of his eyes, and slowly fell into his hairline, trembling on his hair for a while, dripping down with the warm blood.
"Fuyao...why... this formation is clearly intended to kill you..." Zong Yue hugged her, and before he finished a sentence, another mouthful of hot blood sprayed on her shoulders and neck, which made her heart tremble, "...I understand Passing through the four realms, at the beginning... I estimated that as long as you succeed in breaking through the Nine Heavens, you can pass, but now... starting from the Nine Nethers, it's not right anymore... "
"Someone wants me to die here." Tears wet his temples, Meng Fuyao gritted his teeth, and said every word in endless hatred, "Indeed... I deserve to die."
If I have to step on your corpses to get the altar of the temple, then I would rather die early, at the beginning of the first encounter.
"No... I'm very happy." Zong Yue hugged her and sighed almost contentedly, "In my life... maybe this is... the closest distance..."
Leaning against her cheek, he still smelled her rich and deep fragrance in the sweetness of tears and blood. The fragrance bloomed like a flower on the other side of the darkness, and it bloomed brightly in the reflection of the sky and water. He searched for the fragrance in a trance. Going, stepping across the long blood-colored river like a mountain of white bones, resisting the boundless coldness and bitingness, and finally at the end of the world, I saw her looking back with a smile.
It's so beautiful...
His slightly cool cheeks leaned towards her, and his scorching breath sprayed on the side of her face. Even in such an apocalypse, the gorgeous face that belonged to the dark charm, still not showing a trace of paleness, was always as bright as fire, just like this life no matter the ups and downs. Suffering, he always lives with a mask, such a gorgeous, distant, beautiful and illusory life... until he meets her, until he meets the real fire-like woman under him.
Zong Yue leaned against her gently, he wanted to get closer to her, a little bit, a little bit more... This journey was too cold, he wanted to indulge his selfishness for a while, and borrow her warmth to endure the eternal night of life.
The consciousness is half unconscious, and I still remember gently looking for the source of the fragrance, from her ears, to her temples, to her teary cheeks, to... the cold and soft lips.
When his lips touched, he trembled first.
Never thought of this moment, never tried to possess her, he is a part of the darkness, after losing everything, he only lives for obsession, the flowers bloom brightly, and should only be bloomed in clean soil, not Breeding in such a dark corner like him, where there is no sunshine all year round.
He has always only wanted to be the one who protects the flowers.
When he was young, he was a lonely wandering son, and later she sent him to the forest of Yubi, and then became his lonely emperor. He was far away from the height of the golden throne in his life, and with a flat eye, he could only see the depths of the clouds, She is elsewhere.
There was a mixed smell of blood and tears in the wind, and the only lingering fragrance came from between his lips and teeth. He smiled faintly. The warmth of the meeting of lips and teeth at this moment... overwhelmed all the coldness in his life.
The slightly cool lips turned gently, and gently kissed away the turbulent tears on the red lips... Her life should be bright and vigorous forever, and should not be infected by tears... But why is there a sliver of joy in the bottom of her heart? ... After all, she fought her life for him, and she shed tears for him after all.
A vague smile also bloomed on the corner of Zong Yue's lips.
The wind gradually faded, and the most urgent killing attack has passed.
Zong Yue's body also gradually softened.
Before completely losing his strength, he untied Meng Fuyao's acupuncture points with one finger.
Meng Fuyao immediately raised his arms to hug him, his hands were sticky when touched, his heart went cold and his eyes went dark for an instant, and he was almost dragged by the huge force that never left.
Suddenly there was a whimper in his arms, but it was Nine Tails, it was so crushed that it could not make a sound just now and almost died, only now it struggled out, desperately vomited its inner alchemy, and breathed a sigh of relief.
The golden inner alchemy floats and sinks in its body, shining brightly.
At this moment, Meng Fuyao's heart was in shock and pain, he had no patience to understand it, he raised his hand to grab it and stuffed it back.
As soon as the hand was pulled out of his arms, it suddenly froze in mid-air.
What did I see just now
Golden light... golden light!
see the light!
Fireflies... fireflies... self-luminous animals...
With a flash of inspiration in her heart, she raised her hand to touch Nine Tails in her arms. As soon as he pulled it out, he raised his hand and threw Nine Tails into the air!
With a flash of golden light, the nine-tailed raccoon was thrown out, and a subtle golden light suddenly appeared in mid-air. It wasn't bright, but for Meng Fuyao and others who had superb martial arts and keen senses, they could barely see the movement above.
What's even more amazing is that Nine-Tails passed through the air without hindrance, and it was obvious that the giant force didn't attack it.
Meng Fuyao was ecstatic in an instant!
bright!
After the ecstasy, there was another burst of sadness—why didn't I remember it earlier!
With a flash of golden light, the huge wind noise above the head stopped, and a faint silhouette could be seen vaguely, which turned out to be in the shape of a hand. The hand seemed to be captured by the light, and it paused for a while before grabbing it again.
This time the attack was more fierce and fierce, the black air flowed from all sides, more frequently than before, and the black air actually moved with the movement of Nine Tails' figure, and the black air flowed around, winding around like a snake.
Now Meng Fuyao finally understood what Lei Dong said at the beginning, "Leaving this thing alive may be good or bad." Although the inner alchemy of Nine Tails glows golden, it is born to be a monster that supports the wind and evil spirits, and it communicates with the evil spirit of this formation. , Throwing it out, the light is a little brighter, but the power of the formation is also stronger.
Meng Fuyao hesitated for a moment, should he take back Nine Tails
Darkness... Darkness... In any case, light is the most important thing... In any case, even if it's troublesome here, it's good to light up those few.
She doesn't want to see anyone get hurt for her again!
Meng Fuyao was determined not to hesitate anymore, and raised her arm to throw the fallen Nine Tails up again. Seeing Nine Tails being thrown several feet high by her, one can imagine that Zhan Beiye and others who were trapped on all sides must also be able to see that golden light With that little light, there is hope of breaking the formation, Meng Fuyao hugged Zong Yue, and while losing his true energy without hesitation, he shouted: "Did you see—"
While talking, Nine Tails fell down again, and Meng Fuyao threw it up again, but the flightless fox only stayed in the air for a limited time each time, Meng Fuyao had to keep dodging the ferocious giant crushing force while throwing the fox up again. , although it is not too difficult, but the fox can't bear it.
"Hey!" Nine tails cried in mid-air like a ball, dizzy, and screamed for help.
The golden light went out, and it was really hard to see clearly, Meng Fuyao was in a dilemma, the colorful feathers flashed in mid-air, and King Kong flew out.
The bird rushed out cursing, yelling: "What are you doing? Jumping up and down, I'm so dizzy!" Flying under Jiuwei, caught the raccoon.
As soon as it caught Nine Tails, the golden light stopped jumping and flickering, and the light stabilized. Meng Fuyao raised his head and shouted: "Nine Tails! Work harder! You'll be rewarded if you shine so well!"
Nine-tailed luck in mid-air, the inner alchemy floats and sinks with golden light, and the belly becomes transparent, like a small golden lantern, and the transparent barriers on all sides are instantly melted away by the light.
In an instant, Meng Fuyao saw Zhan Beiye and Yunhen fighting trapped beasts not far away from him, but they seemed to be in better condition than himself, and this formation was really aimed at him with all their strength.
Those people turned their heads with a tacit understanding, and looked in her direction at the same time. When their eyes met, ecstasy flowed in an instant!
The surrounding black air is thicker, but the giant palm on the top of the head is getting thinner under the golden light, and it suddenly shrinks!
"boom!"
The blue, red, and white three-color rays of light were illuminated at the same time by the shining of the golden light, and the paper was turned in mid-air in an instant, and the full force of the three masters combined forces to wipe out the hazy giant palm in an instant.
A puff of dark smoke rushed between the sky and the earth. Meng Fuyao inadvertently sniffed it a few times, but nothing happened. He Yunhen and the others rushed over.
Zhan Beiye saw Zong Yue in Meng Fuyao's arms at a glance, his expression changed: "What's wrong with him?"
Meng Fuyao's hand was always on Zong Yue's back heart. She didn't dare to test Zong Yue's breathing in the battle just now, for fear that if she lost her mind, it would ruin the big thing, so she just desperately lost her true energy, At this time, with a pale face and shaking hands, he pressed Zong Yue's veins.
Before his hand touched Zong Yue's wrist, his feet went limp, as if the ground had been pulled away, and his body suddenly floated up.
The surrounding scenery changed again, and suddenly flocculent white clouds and mist appeared, and his limbs, limbs, and feet could no longer be controlled, and Zong Yue fell from his arms when his hands softened.
Meng Fuyao hurriedly went to fish for it, and when she moved, her body floated up, she couldn't control it at all, she looked back at those few in shock, it turned out to be the same, and Zong Yue rolled down from her hands, and disappeared in an instant.
Meng Fuyao was shocked, and repeatedly called out: "Zong Yue! Zong Yue!" He desperately wanted to move forward, but every time he moved his body, he would have to float for a long time, and he couldn't do all the movements with ease. The gravity seemed to be absent at all, that feeling It's like suddenly floating in a weightless universe.
Meng Fuyao struggled, adjusted his limbs and tried to catch Zong Yue back, but someone grabbed his arm suddenly, looked back to see Zhan Beiye, he frowned and said in a low voice: "Fuyao! He has already entered the third realm, it's good for him to fall down , the second realm has been broken, and it will not cause him any harm."
"How could I let him fall alone!" Meng Fuyao yelled aggressively, "I don't even know if he's alive or dead... I don't even know if he's alive or dead!"
Tears glistened in her eyes, and she stared at Zhan Beiye with a murderous look. If Zhan Beiye didn't let go, she would slash him with a knife.
Zhan Beiye didn't move: "Fuyao, protect yourself! You are stronger, so others don't have to die!"
Meng Fuyao was shocked, his face was completely drained of blood in an instant, Zhan Beiye immediately realized that it seemed too hurtful to say these words at this time, but Fuyao's character of loyalty, always unwilling to abandon his companions even in danger, now Zong Yue With such an appearance, how can she be willing to let go of words that are not serious
The two stared at each other, their eyes filled with pain, Meng Fuyao closed his eyes for a while, and turned his head silently.
She has no right to be willful, she doesn't even have the right to turn back!
Behind and in front, there are people who don't know their life or death for her!
She stopped in the middle, her heart torn in two, she wished she could be torn in two and melt into the heaven and the earth!
The moment he turned his head, a drop of tears splashed out and fell on Zhan Beiye's hand. The dampness was like a downpour, and it also soaked Zhan Beiye's mood in an instant. It’s different, Qiongcang has also received his help before, so he won’t make things difficult for him.”
Meng Fuyao gave a heavily nasal "hmm", feeling a desolate pain in her heart, what happened to Zong Yue? Where did he end up? Just now at dawn, only half of his body was bathed in blood. Was it a skin trauma or a serious injury involving the internal organs? Can his supernatural medical skills save himself
Forgive me for having to leave you...
However I will not forgive myself...
There are fluffy flowers floating around the body, floating around like clouds, the sky is as bright as snow, and people are in the clouds.
The third realm, Yunfu.
Meng Fuyao had no intention of appreciating the beautiful scenery, but was only engrossed in the gloomy and gloomy brightness that was completely different from the previous two realms.
The broken clouds around the body are floating, swaying slowly, the cloud flakes are as soft as feathers, the air is leisurely and quiet, and Linlang ancient music is vaguely coming from somewhere, the tune is as soothing as a big river soup, pleasant to the ear and heart, one feels like being immersed in warm water, warm , Tranquility, and relaxation, no murderous aura, no darkness, no ghosts, no sword wind, this environment is as peaceful as a dream.
It was as if those sacrifices and bloodshed, those bones and ghost cries, those killings intent on putting her to death were all suddenly erased.
After all the bloody fighting and heart-burning all the way, the tranquility at this moment seems to be calling for the rest and return of the physically and mentally exhausted people, without words, endless temptation.
Meng Fuyao felt that his eyelids were heavy, and he desperately wanted to stick them together uncontrollably.
She was so tired that she really needed a sleep to restore her vital energy.
She vaguely knew in her heart that she shouldn't sleep at this time, but that feeling of fatigue was like a tide, rushing in waves, and she resisted the wave after wave and drew closer. In the waves of resistance, Her defense line was washed away a little bit, slacking off.
Among the people around her, Yun Hen, like her, also lowered his eyes halfway. Tie Cheng seemed to be trying to support himself to sit up, but he couldn't restrain himself from falling backwards. Yao Xun had already fallen asleep and snored loudly.
At that moment just now, although they did not bear the most important attack like Meng Fuyao and Zong Yue did, they were already tired of dodging.
The most sober is Zhan Beiye.
He was naturally brave and full of energy, unlike Meng Fuyao who was exhausted both physically and mentally, so at this moment when everyone was drowsy, he managed to stay awake. Reach out to pat her: "Don't sleep!"
Meng Fuyao woke up suddenly, and he knew something was wrong, so he hurriedly cheered up and went to pat those people again: "Get up! Don't sleep, don't sleep!"
Yun Hen opened his eyes, Tie Cheng snorted but couldn't get up, but Yao Xun had already fallen into a deep sleep and couldn't wake up no matter how much he screamed.
Even King Kong and Nine Tails floated there, squinting their eyes comfortably and sleeping soundly.
Meng Fuyao didn't know well, pinched herself desperately, and tried hard to sink herself, she might be able to wake up a bit if she kept her feet on the ground, but in this weird place, even the weight pendant had lost its effect, Zhan Beiye held her back, and He motioned her to hold Yun Hen, and several of them strung together to practice kung fu at the same time. With the strength of the three of them, even a layer of granite underground could sink.
With this exercise, Meng Fuyao felt more and more fatigued in his body, and when he tilted his head, he suddenly fell asleep.
After her, Yun Hen let go of her hand and closed his eyes.
Barely maintaining his sobriety, Zhan Beiye saw that the two had also been hit, and knowing that he could not sleep no matter what, he drew out his long sword with a swipe and slashed at his arm.
The blood shot out, splashing three feet!
Zhan Beiye himself was taken aback by the violence of the blood. He originally only wanted to stab himself to stay awake through the pain, but he didn't want to be in this ghost place, once he bleeds, he would shoot blood, and he couldn't control it like a fountain.
The blood splashed among the clouds and rushed straight into the sky, instantly Zhan Beiye was covered in blood all over his body, as if he had just killed hundreds of people, it looked very tragic.
He gave a helpless wry smile, had no choice but to quickly bandage it tightly, and it took a long time to stop the bleeding.
Like this, relying on self-stabbing to stay awake will not work at all. The person is not yet awake, and the blood has already flowed out.
But, is it just floating like this? There is no killer there, Zhan Beiye protected Meng Fuyao, while looking around hesitantly, large clouds drifted by, and there were vaguely something between the floating clouds, but they were floating, and all their movements became In slow motion, you can't pass it for a while.
Zhan Beiye, who had lost a lot of blood just now, gradually felt drowsy, and his eyelids were about to close slowly.
But suddenly felt that there was a cold wind!
The wind seemed to be blowing from the ground, cool and cold, completely different from the leisurely, warm and hypnotic feeling of this cloud-floating realm, like a beast crouching behind the clouds, opening its mouth wide and waiting for its prey to come automatically.
Zhan Beiye suddenly opened his eyes.
I saw the opposite side at a glance, and in the direction they had been drifting towards, a fiery red hole suddenly appeared!
The hole was a deep red, and there were vaguely flame-like things churning and galloping. The flames were scorching and dancing, and the scorching heat could be felt from a long distance away.
And several people were drifting towards the fire hole without realizing it.
Zhan Beiye was sweating profusely in an instant.
He finally understood why no one had ever heard of anyone successfully passing through the Four Realms of the Firmament, and why he had heard of someone breaking into the Four Realms, but in the end, no one was alive or dead.
The first two rounds have gone through hardships and exhausted their strength, and people with high martial arts are exhausted. In this soothing environment, it is inevitable to relax, and as long as you close your eyes, you will be sucked into the fire hole and turn into ashes and bones no deposit.
If he fell asleep just now, it would be the same fate!
Yao Xun, who was floating in the front, had already touched the edge of the hole!
Zhan Beiye rushed over suddenly. He tried his best, but he only managed to reach a distance of Zhang Xu, barely blocking Yao Xun. He kicked Yao Xun out with one kick, and when he turned his head, Tie Cheng floated over again.
It took ten times more effort than usual to push Tiecheng away, and the cloud marks floated away again.
Zhan Beiye drew out his long sword continuously, blocked Yun Hen with the hilt of his sword, and blocked Yao Xun Tiecheng with his hands and legs. He finally breathed a sigh of relief, and turned his head away.
Meng Fuyao's head was already close to the entrance of the cave, a burst of flames came out, and with a chirp, a section of her hair was burnt off!
She was shocked by the fever, as if she was about to wake up, but she couldn't open her eyes no matter what, as she was about to be involved.
Zhan Beiye has no way to stop her anymore, let alone stop four people at the same time.
He suddenly let go of his hands and legs, dropped his sword, and backed away!
As soon as he let go, the four of them slowly floated over.
But at this moment, he had already rushed to the entrance of the cave, with his back turned to the flames in the cave, blocking the entrance with his chest.
He blocked the hole.
It blocked Meng Fuyao who was closest to the entrance of the cave, and also blocked the few floating behind Meng Fuyao.
There are thousands of layers of scorching waves behind him, and the tongue of fire is like a long tongue of a huge fire snake. From time to time, it whimpers and sticks out, scorching the back of the person blocking the entrance of the cave.
The clothes on the back were slowly burned away, the skin was gradually reddened and blistered, and after a while, it would be scorched.
Zhan Beiye's body trembled slightly, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, dripping on his clothes and was instantly dried by the heat wave, the severe pain on his back became more and more severe, and the degree of skin injury continued to increase. The more scorched the injury, the more severe the pain.
The fire is not fierce, nor does it appear all the time, but because of this, it becomes the slowest and most difficult thing in the world, the stake.
But he never struggled or called out, just looked down at Meng Fuyao in front of him, seeing that she seemed to be immersed in a sweet dream, and even showed a pleasant smile on her sweaty face.
Meng Fuyao was still struggling in the dream, sinking into an inescapable sleep, unaware that she was sleeping at the mouth of the fire hole, and there, there was a person who used his body to isolate her from the burning fire.
It is not the instant fire of the shocking arrow, which can be avoided or extinguished at once. It is a well-arranged deep hell fire. The tongue of fire slowly licks and gradually dries up all the water in the body. , Bit by bit, burn the soul and will of people.
Until the slowest and cruelest speed is used to burn people to death.
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The tongue of fire is cloudy in the realm of clouds and clouds, and the ice and wind tremble on the top of the nine heavens.
The eldest grandson Wuji was concentrating, listening carefully to the movement in the wind.
The sound under the ice cave was so faint that even the guarding disciples 300 meters away couldn't hear it, but the murderous aura was as strong as a cloud, approaching silently.
A well-planned assassination against Changsun Wuji is imminent.
Changsun Wuji's face was calm, but his eyes tightened like the tip of a needle.
The dispute between the two factions of the Evergreen Temple has been going on for many years. Even if he has no intention of being the master of the hall, he has to be involved in the whirlpool. Now he has given up the position of the master for Fuyao, but those people are still worried , still refused to let go.
The other party will not publicly punish him to death, so as not to be held accountable by the hall master, and it is impossible to kill the disciple who alarmed the guards at Jietian Peak. It's like dying a natural death.
Changsun Wuji slowly put away the silk and pushed it into the sleeve with his fingers.
He stared ahead. Amidst the wind and snow, a gray-black shadow flew up from the bottom of the mountain like a ghost, with wings fluttering straight into the cave.
The thing landed on the torture rack, turned its head, and looked at Changsun Wuji coldly with golden eyes. Its blue feathers were smooth and shiny. It had a huge body, but its movements were extremely light.
It was a blue falcon, a ferocious bird unique to Evergreen Mountain. In the temple, the one who trained the falcon the best was the fourth elder who personally tied the eldest grandson Wuji to the rack that day.
The falcon stared at Changsun Wuji coldly, Changsun Wuji was guessing whether it was going to peck his eyes or touch his wound, when the thing suddenly flapped its wings and flew up again.
At the same time, the rack suddenly fell down.
Without a sound, without breaking, it just fell down slowly, bringing the body of the eldest grandson Wuji flat on the ground.
At the end of the wind and snow, there was a faint sound of flicking fingers, and a gust of wind flew up, hitting Changsun Wuji Ya acupoint.
Immediately, a blue shadow flashed, and the well-trained fierce bird landed on Changsun Wuji.
Zhunzhu landed on his heart, pressing the heavy body on top of him.
The icy wind howled, the ice cave was silent, the fallen torture rack and the people on the rack were birds of prey that didn't hurt people but crushed their hearts.
The bright white ice reflected the blue feathers of the bird of prey, motionless like a sudden nightmare.
High in the sky, empty and quiet, no one knows, murder happens in an instant.
A murder so carefully concocted that, if it had occurred, it would have been impossible to find evidence even if someone suspected it.
A weak body restrained by martial arts, a heavy object tightly pressed against the heart, long-term oppression of the heart that cannot be resisted by martial arts... equals, death without a trace.
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At the foot of the mountain, King Kinnara looked up at the direction the goshawk was flying, his eyes flickering.
A man came down from the top of the mountain with his sleeves fluttering. King Kinnara took a few steps to meet him, and said with a low smile, "I'll do it myself. It's not worth your labor."
"I'm afraid your skill is not enough to push down the torture frame through the air and keep going?" King Garuda looked back in that direction, "When someone dies tomorrow morning, remember to push the torture frame back to its original position."
King Kinnara agreed, then turned his head and whispered to the person next to him: "Thank you, Fourth Elder, for lending the well-trained green falcon in your palace. I didn't expect you to come here in person."
"I can't feel at ease if I don't watch that kid go to death with my own eyes." The fourth elder had a grim expression on his face, "The person who should have died a long time ago refused to die, so I had to send him a ride!"
"You don't need to do it yourself." Kinnara Wang smiled, "Qing Falcon squatted on his heart for a night, with his current physical strength, he absolutely couldn't bear it, and he would die silently tomorrow morning, without injury, poison, or amputation." Acupuncture signs, nothing will be seen."
"Don't take it lightly." King Garuda said, "This man is deep-minded, resourceful, and the best at calculating people. You stay here and make sure he dies before leaving."
King Kinnara bowed in response, and the Fourth Elder suddenly said, "I'll stay here too."
King Jinnara was stunned, and the Fourth Elder smiled and said, "The green falcon is mine, so I naturally have to watch it, so don't accidentally fall into other people's hands."
"Then you are welcome." King Kinnara smiled and looked up with his hands behind his back.
In the darkness, the eyes of the two were shining, waiting for a person to die silently.