The ink burned silently.
If it weren't for this big dream, he didn't know that he had such a shocking fear hidden deep in his heart, fearing the death of Chu Wanning, fearing the interrogation of the teacher's emotions, fearing this life, in fact, it was just himself A dream of Huangliang.
He lowered his head, wondering if it was because of the cold water that broke the dream, or something else.
He felt cold and shivered.
Chu nightning stood up from the ground. There are too many eyes here, and he can't have a more intimate move with Mo Ran, not to mention that Mo Ran was holding him in the nightmare and calling his name. If it weren't for him to clamp down hard, I am afraid that he would be crushed to the ground by the ink burning in front of everyone - although all this did not happen in the end, but the ink burning emotion was so intense, he didn't know how many people around him had noticed the difference clues.
Chu nightning slowly got up, sat for a long time, and his legs were sore and numb.
Xue Meng raised his hand subconsciously, but for some reason, he did not step forward to help. Instead, the teacher stretched out his hand and said softly: "Master, you slow down."
Lowering the eyelashes, Chu nightning didn't speak much, and didn't explain. He only removed the robes that had been scattered, and the white clothes fluttered and fell on the shoulders of the ink burning.
"Put it on, wait for the coldness of the medicine to dissipate, and then return it to me."
The ink burned and didn't dare to look at him, and whispered: "Yes, Master."
The others were carefully checking the scene in the hall, or checking to see if there were hidden weapons, and they all dispersed. Xue Zhengyi asked Mo Ran a few words, saw that his nephew was safe, patted his shoulder, and strode to the place where the heads were.
Xue Meng didn't leave. When everyone went away, he suddenly leaned over, looked left and right, and then suppressed his voice and sighed in a low voice: "What did you dream about?"
Ink burning: "..."
Xue Meng gritted his teeth: "Ask you."
"It's just a dream."
"That's what you think in your heart!" The light in Xue Meng's eyes was a little messy, and he was very anxious. "What are you thinking about? Are you... Are you..."
"I dreamed that I killed someone." The ink burned slightly because of the cold, and his lips were blue and white. "Dream that I killed the master."
"you!"
"Nothing else..."
Xue Meng's lips twitched, and it seemed that he wanted to ask again, but he could hear the words of the ink burning, and it was not like lying, but he said that he dreamed of killing the master...
Not to mention that Mo Ran now respects the teacher and respects the Tao, I don't know why there is such a fear, but just now he hugged Chu Wanning tightly, such a look-is that what an apprentice should have? Is there something more? More... Xue Meng didn't dare to think about it.
It seems that one step further is the abyss.
The medicine gradually dissipated, and the ink burned slowly and stood up from the ground. Xue Meng hesitated for a while, but still supported him.
The ink burned: "Thank you."
Then he looked at the monks walking in front of him: "Are there any others who are fascinated by incense?"
"No, only you, you are running too fast." Xue Meng was still worried, but his emotions were not as intense as they were at first, "The moment we entered the hall, Jiang Xi noticed that eighteen ghosts were ordered here. fragrance."
"...not eighteen ghosts, but nineteen floors of prison."
"It's this thing anyway, the name doesn't matter." Xue Meng said, "He did the dispersal, and if we come in again, it will be fine." He paused, suddenly remembered something, and said, "But this is also a coincidence, if just now If there is more trouble, it will be troublesome."
"What's the meaning?"
"You walked so fast, I didn't see it. We were on the way to Tiangong, and suddenly several poisonous snakes sprang from the rattan basket that Nangongliu was carrying. Many people were bitten before they could dodge, and those people were resting in the same place. , can't move. The snake venom is very poisonous. Jiang Xi originally told us to go first, and he stayed there to remove the poison for them, and then follow up after the removal.... If this is the case, I am afraid that everyone who arrives at the Tiangong will be recruited. It's gone." Xue Meng said, "He is just a bottle of cold water, but he really can't save so many people."
The ink burned vaguely felt wrong and asked: "Then why didn't he stay there to remove the poison for everyone?"
"He had a young apprentice who said he would understand, so Jiang Xi left his apprentice there and came up with us first."
The burning brow wrinkled deeper.
He looked at the backs of Gu Yueye's group, and walked around the crowd, but he didn't find the figure he was looking for.
If Jiang Xi's apprentice can't solve this kind of snake venom, then there will undoubtedly be only two people left, Jiang Xi, and Hua Binan.
"Where's Hua Binan?"
Xue Meng was stunned for a moment: "Do you suspect the hand of the cold scale?"
"Just a question."
"There's nothing to doubt. Hua Binan himself was bitten, and he is meditating below. However, there is already a lot of poison in his body. He said that it would be fine if he adjusted his breath for a while, and he would come up and meet with us later."
The burning look is even more gloomy.
The cold scale holy hand was injured and could not move, so only Jiang Xi could heal the wound. Thanks to Jiang Xi's apprentice, he happened to know how to detoxify this kind of snake venom. If there was no such person, then at this moment, Jiang Xi might still be pulling the poison out of the injured cultivator.
When he comes up again, what will be the scene in this ancestral temple? Can a bottle of dream-breaking cold water still save the situation
"Xue Meng."
"Um?"
"Watch out for Hua Binan."
As soon as these words fell, the ground suddenly shook, and then a distant roar of dragon pierced the sky and came from outside the hall.
Someone was like a bird with a bow, and said in horror: "What's going on? What was the movement just now?"
A daring monk said, "I'll go take a look."
He hurriedly swept to the entrance of the temple, looked down, and also looked up in the sky, then turned around and said, "It's okay, it should be just some occasional sounds from this mountain. After all, it was made by the evil spirit of the dragon."
After he finished speaking, he was about to go back.
But at this moment, something grabbed his ankle suddenly. The monk lowered his head and saw a pale, pale hand. He didn't react for a while, and was still in the distance.
Xue Zhengyi has sharp eyes, but he has shouted in the distance: "Be careful!!"
But it was too late. A dead corpse jumped into the air. The corpse was wrapped in a Confucianist Crane, blindfolded by a ribbon, and a sword pierced the monk's chest steadily and ruthlessly.
"I..." The cultivator opened his eyes blankly, raised his hand and touched the poked long sword subconsciously, then spit out a large mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground, never moving again.
It was dead silent, and the ground rumbled again. Everyone looked out of the temple gate together, and saw one after another thick dragon tendons rising from the ground and piercing the clouds. It looked like a dense bee colony gathered in mid-air, ready to rush into the hall at any time to mash everyone into flesh.
The owner of Ma Zhuang screamed and covered his eyes: "My God, my God, I'm going to die, I'm going to die."
Xue Zhengyi was vomited blood by the businessman, slapped him on the back of the head to shut him up, and then shouted to everyone: "Go and close the gate of the palace! Go and block the gate of the palace! Don't let them rush in. !"
He said that he took the lead, facing the zombie who was swaying with a bloody long sword, swinging a folding fan and knocking him out of the hall, kicking down the long rolling steps, and then grabbing the spiritual stone gate on one side, Roaring to push it up.
But I don't know what happened to the door. It is easy to push from the outside, but it is as heavy as a rock to close from the inside. Xue Zhengyi's blue veins burst violently, but his strength was like a mud bull into the sea. Seeing the group of zombies being lifted closer and closer by the dragon's tendons, Xue Zhengyi scolded angrily: "What's going on? Didn't Nangong Changying just seal them all? Shit Jiaolong is disobedient! Do it against your master!"
Mo Ran and Xue Meng immediately rushed to Xue Zhengyi's side to join hands, and Nangong said: "It's useless! These two spirit stones were brought by my great grandfather by four thousand porters, and you can't move them alone. Got it."
Huang Xiaoyue was about to smoke with anger, and cursed at the side: "Your great grandfather is really capable!"
But Nangong Si ignored him at all, and Nangong Si said to the group of people who were trying their best to resist the hordes of zombies at the door: "Close the door from the inside and go to the end to pull the machine, you block it for a while, I will open the door. machine."
Xue Zhengyi danced an iron fan into a black shadow, and threw it over to fan three or four zombies who were already approaching. Black blood immediately splashed all over the fan and landed on the words "Xue Lang is very beautiful", but these zombies also Really brave, rolled down the steps and immediately got up again and continued to charge forward.
Xue Zhengyi turned his head and said: "Hurry up! More and more! I'm fucked, ... What the hell is going on?"
The ink burned out to see the ghost. He knew that the gate of the palace was the last line of defense, so he simply rushed out and killed the group of zombies on the long steps. But the long steps are narrow and narrow, he can't use his full strength, and he has to be careful not to step on the air and fall into the sky for nine days, so it is very laborious to fight.
He swept away a row of corpses that were about to climb up with his whip, but there were more monsters around him being lifted up from the distant ground by the stench of dragon tendons. In the end, he was almost attacked by the enemy, and he was trapped in the sea of corpses and could not escape.
However, Mo Ran didn't plan to get out immediately. These zombies are surging up with the smell of popularity. He is the closest target standing here. Almost all the dead corpses are coming in his direction.
The owner of Ma Zhuang shivered and hid behind Jiang Xi. At this time, he sighed: "Oh, Master Mo is really righteous and awe-inspiring, so courageous, so courageous."
Jiang Xi was angry, turned her head and said, "Can you use it for something other than business?"
"All I know are things that take time to study, such as formations, skills, weapon assembly, etc. I'm really not good at hand-to-hand combat..." The owner of Ma Zhuang looked at Jiang Xi's cold eyes and choked. After twitching for a while, he tentatively said, "How about... I'll give you a compliment?"
Jiang Xi: "…"
But what this guy said is not bad. Each sect has its own strengths and weaknesses. Right now, in this bloody battle, there are only so many people who can save their lives. Others used to be sent to death, even Jiang Xi can't get close either, the powder is useless to the corpse.
Xue Meng stood at the entrance of the temple with Longcheng, his eyes staring at the black figure floating and sinking in the crane. past. Xue Meng couldn't bear it any longer. He took the sword and cut off the arm of the corpse. Then he leaned back against the ink, and another sword cut off the twisting dragon tendon.
In an instant, the bloodstained hurricane!
Xue Zhengyi lost his voice: "Meng'er! Come back soon!"
"It's okay! I'm with him!"
It is self-evident who he is referring to.
The ink burned his face and said to Xue Meng: "You go back, just have me here, you are the second line of defense, I can't hold you anymore-"
"Shut up!" The dragon city buzzed in Xue Meng's hand, and he didn't have a good air. "Are you the first in Lingshan, or am I the first in Lingshan? Are you the young master of the top of life and death, or am I the young master of the top of life and death? You are amazing. , or am I great?"
"… "
The ink burned the chest and stopped talking, and concentrated on fighting with Xue Meng on the back to meet the zombies that were rising from all directions.
At this time, I suddenly heard the slamming of the stone gates on both sides, slowly closing towards the middle, Xue Zhengyi was overjoyed, and hurriedly said: "Okay, move! The door is about to close, you two, come back! Come here!"
Mo Ran and Xue Meng cooperated, and the red light of the ghost danced with the red light of the Dragon City left and right, only to hear the dangdang, how many corpses fell to the sky, and the dragon tendons spurted blood and broke.
They slowly approached the door, and the door was closing little by little.
Xue Meng said: "You go first."
The ink burned: "Go in together."
"… "
"Let's go! What are you still doing!"
Xue Zhengyi said anxiously inside: "Quick! Come back!"
The ink burned up Xue Meng's clothes, and Xue Meng said angrily: "You let go! Don't come to me to play this hero, you-"
"Who is a hero with you? Go!" Mo Ran said, dragging Xue Meng with one hand, stepping on the stone steps with one foot, and slamming the backhand to hell, repelling a group of zombies who were about to rush up, and then with Xue Meng swept towards the door together.
The door was only closed for most of the time. In fact, there was no rush at all. The ink burned and threw Xue Meng to Xue Zhengyi. He leaned against the temple door, and stood against the wind with a spark-bursting rattan whip, his eyebrows were blazing, and he slowly retreated.
Suddenly, the two boulders that were closing together stopped.
Xue Meng was shocked: "Why don't you move?"
He turned his head and saw Nangong Si's face was pale, and he came out from behind the stone pillar of the Heavenly Palace, which was hugged by ten adult men, and said very gloomily:
"The central axis of the bracket is destroyed. When it is closed halfway, the chain is broken and cannot be connected back."
After Nangong Si finished speaking, he raised his hand. In the heart of the scarred palm, half of the bronze lock was clutched, and it was shaking.