Thick smoke and dust drifted wantonly in the sky, gradually covering the entire Central College, and everywhere it went, people were thrown into disarray.
The smog evokes thick clouds, and the wind direction changes suddenly. The wind and snow on Siguo Peak, which has never melted for thousands of years, is engulfed by it.
The water vapor in the air gradually thickened, wrapping the mouth and nose of the fallen student, creating an almost suffocating sense of oppression. The blue sky gradually shrouded in dark clouds, and the brilliant golden light beam projected on the ground silently retracted, and finally was completely swallowed by the clouds.
There was a faint rumble of thunder in the distance.
Under the black clouds, the phantom of the huge Phalaenopsis flickers on and off, with strange halos of alternating black and white appearing on the edge, expanding outward layer by layer.
Under the cover of black air, "Wu Cong" had a ferocious face, black eyes covered the eyeballs, and gradually covered the whites of the eyes, the color was as thick as an unfathomable cold abyss.
Wu Zhengying knelt down on the ground, raised her head desperately, her jaw was almost clenched, thin blood stained her gums red, and slowly overflowed from the corners of her lips.
Practitioners have rich profound energy in their bodies. These forces make their muscles denser, stronger in defense and vigor, and their bodies become more toned, but their bodies are lighter and more flexible.
But at this moment, everything was ruthlessly stripped away, leaving them no chance to breathe.
Just like a person who has been carrying a heavy load all year round, after taking off the burden, he can instantly explode at a speed far exceeding ordinary people; a person who has adapted to the profound force, after suddenly losing strength, his muscles relax, his blood flow slows down, and the huge gravity that he has not experienced for a long time returns instantly. To the body, as if pressing down on the shoulders of the weight of the rocky mountain.
Most of the students couldn't bear this kind of pain, so they could only press their heads tightly on the ground in order to relieve the pain of their bodies.
Only Wu Zhengying raised his head stubbornly, his eyes were red, and he was about to tear apart—
The young man's ears were buzzing, and he could almost hear the "cluck" sound of the spine being overwhelmed and the bones and joints trembling and rubbing against each other.
But invisibly, there is a strange force supporting him, making him grab the stone bricks on the ground, digging his fingertips into the cracks of the stones, dragging his unconscious body desperately, crawling inch by inch towards the extremely familiar figure in front of him .
"Who are you?"
Every word was forced out from between the teeth, mixed with the smell of blood, like a neigh.
"You're not Brother Cong, who are you?!"
The sky dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye, black clouds overwhelmed the top, the mountain rain was about to come, and the fierce cold wind whizzed past, scraping the young man's cheek like a blade.
"Wu Cong"'s eyebrows twisted for a moment.
In an instant, the black mist dissipated slightly, revealing half of the distorted face of the young man, with a flash of light in his eyes, a reddish tip of his tall and straight nose, and his thin lips, which were as bright as licking human blood, opened slightly, forming a half-mouth shape.
"Walk".
It could also be "escape".
Wu Zhengying's eyes turned red.
The watery light dangled from his black and bright eyes, hanging at both ends of the corners of his eyes, his eyes widened and he stared at the front, his face was flushed with hatred, and he had an expression of hatred.
"Stop, you... stop!"
He stammered, every word seemed to squeeze out the last bit of strength in his body, his fingertips were deeply inserted into the cracks in the stone, his round nails were almost broken, and the severe pain between his fingers turned into an invisible force, supporting him The boy climbed up the stone steps and climbed forward bit by bit.
"Wu Cong"'s expression only changed for a moment.
In the next second, he returned to his stiff facial features, and his smile made people shudder.
"I didn't expect that someone could arouse your consciousness." The young man said to himself.
The corner of his mouth on the left side of his face was pulled suddenly, his eyes turned strangely in two different directions, half of his face twitched like an epilepsy, and then suddenly returned to calm.
The young man covered his face with his hands and smiled softly.
"I don't need to kill him," he murmured in a low voice, "this old man is full of peaches and plums, and this little guy is also a student of this old man. I won't do things like exhausting the water. Look, these people will be my continuous supply of nourishment. Until death."
"This is your honor." The young man tilted his head slightly, his black eyes swept across the densely packed crowd in front of him, "You are participating in the greatest miracle in history—a miracle that started from chaos and ended in eternity!"
His tone gradually increased, he laughed and said this argument, then turned around with his sleeves thrown, a huge phantom flashed, and the orchid leaves rolled up, forming an arc like rippling waves in the deep sea,
The young man wanted to leave.
However, a thin hand protruded slowly but firmly from behind, with blood dripping from the fingertips, tightly grasping the boots at the young man's feet.
"You can't go." Wu Zhengying's eyes were bloodshot, and he said fiercely, "You, give Brother Cong back!"
The young man glanced back contemptuously, condescending and gloomy.
He raised his foot, the studs of the cowhide boots glowed coldly, and kicked hard—
It ran over the boy's back hard.
Like a blade slashing across, the back of Wu Zhengying's fair hand burst into flesh and blood.
Wu Zhengying clenched his teeth tightly, and without saying a word, he chewed the pain and swallowed it, his whole body was so tense that he trembled violently. Even so, he still tightly grasped the young man's ankle, letting the blood trickle down between his fingers, dripping On the bluestone road.
"Wu Cong"'s eyes gradually changed.
"Silly boy," he sighed, "you asked for it."
The phantom of the Phalaenopsis suddenly darkened, the energy surged, the strong wind howled, and the sky and the earth were dimmed by three points in an instant, just like a demon summoning eternal night, black clouds covered the sun, dispelled the light, and brought the wind and rain under heavy pressure.
It slowly protruded a long stem.
This is different from the stems and leaves entangled with other students. The colorful halo shrouds the awl-like slender tip, and black and white light and shadow flash alternately. Not far away, Xie Ziyou, who was unconscious not far away, just woke up and saw this scene when he opened his eyes——
Dim light and shadow, confused and dark, suddenly shot straight at the speed of thunder, the long snake poked its neck, and bit the side of the boy's neck!
Wu Zhengying's eyes turned blank for a moment.
The buzzing sound was deafening, drowning out all the hustle and bustle in an instant.
He lay on the ground in a trance, feeling that something invisible and colorless, but extremely important, was being pulled out of his body, and the patter of rain finally fell. It was two or three raindrops at first, and then quickly expanded into a downpour In the torrential rain, the bean-big raindrops were like catapults, violently hitting the bluestone steps in front of the boy.
It's so cold, Wu Zhengying thought in a daze, so cold.
Through the flesh, cold to the bone marrow, and deeper than that.
His soul trembled deeply, and the great fear originating from the most instinctive life captured him in an instant, like sea water surging up, slowly overflowing the top of his head.
The luster in the young man's eyes gradually dissipated, and his five fingers let out force and dropped slightly.
A fine white awn dripped from the neck of the fallen boy, fell into the cone-shaped branches, and quietly flowed into the phantom behind the young man.
A step away, the stooped young man smiled wickedly and slowly licked his lips.
"It's so naive." He shook his head slightly, sighed like an elder, "Eternal chaos, opening up the earth and opening up the sky, swallowing even the heaven and the earth, swallowing a little life and soul power is just a routine operation. I only absorbed your profound strength, yet you are still not grateful?"
There was silence.
Only the long wind is fierce and the torrential rain is pouring.
The student who was still struggling just now showed despair in his eyes, lying on the ground quietly, letting the torrential rain rage on his head, soaking his clothes, but he didn't dare to move at all—just now he suddenly lost his profound strength, unable to do so because of discomfort, and now he is unable to do so because of discomfort. Shrinking in fear is for not daring.
There was only an indignant "Bah" from behind who was short of breath due to weakness.
Xie Ziyou supported the ground with one hand, and climbed the stone wall outside the courtyard with the other, trying to support himself.
Compared with others, he traveled from the modern society, and it didn't take long for him to adapt to profound strength, and he was the first to have his cultivation level sucked away. Now his hands and feet have recovered a certain degree of mobility, but he is still sore and weak, unable to move.
The sky was as dark as a long night, but Xie Ziyou's reddish peach blossom eyes gleamed with gleam, his round pupils stared slightly, nailed hard on "Wu Cong", wishing he could use a death ray to shoot through the person in front of him.
"You're the dean, aren't you?"
He finally figured it out, in this heavily guarded academy, only the dean can contact anyone without hindrance, without being vigilant by anyone.
Only the dean, the current number one powerhouse in the mainland, a master of the ninth rank, can approach anyone quietly and lay his hands on everyone.
"Wu Cong" turned around slowly.
Black smoke swirls around, revealing the dark face of the young man. Long and slender black lines like orchid leaves wrap around the slender neck and spread across the forehead, blooming a terrifying black mark like a butterfly on a human face.
He grinned slightly at Xie Zi who was able to support his upper body, showing a loving smile: "Girl, you should be called Shizun."
Xie Ziyou glared at him, thinking I'm shit.
It's an insult to Master.
His mind was running fast, eager to find a way to solve the current predicament—
too difficult.
Xie Ziyou has never been so resentful of his own powerlessness. Relying on the system space and holding a lot of resources, he has never worried about similar problems, and the protagonists will always appear at critical moments. It is not difficult in front of them.
But not now.
Guan Heng is only at the fifth level.
Did he fall for it too? Is he also slumped in a corner, weak and helpless, in a panic
Xie Ziyou was weak all over, and without the protection of his profound strength, his white skirt was drenched by the torrential rain and stuck tightly to his body, his long black hair was wet by the rain, and was blown by the cold wind, his body couldn't help shivering.
But the boy's peach blossom eyes were shining brightly, revealing some traces of determination and ruthlessness.
No matter what the method is, it doesn't matter if he detonates this mysterious core, if he sacrifices his life, he must deal with the villain in front of him and protect that person well...
It's just a pity that after twenty years, they couldn't even stay together for a day.
Xie Ziyou's eyes dimmed.
Just as he gritted his teeth and was about to rush towards the young man shrouded in black smoke in front of him like a mantis, a familiar voice suddenly came from the eaves behind him.
"Youyou!"
Xie Ziyou's forward momentum froze instantly, and he turned around in shock—
A few meters behind him, on top of the black tiles, Guan Heng stood under the pitch-black sky, his breathing was constricted, and the light-colored mysterious energy lingered around his body. Although it was inconspicuous, it was the only light within a few miles, as bright as a firefly.
The wind and rain were like a curtain, unable to hide the sparks in the young man's eyes, and the short tied-up hair flew in a mess, sweeping across the handsome facial features that were cut by a knife.
"I'm here to save you."