Meng Fangying was not reconciled.
He insisted on standing up from the bottom of the pit, his body shaking involuntarily, like a baby who just toddled.
He vomited blood and kept spitting out the bitterness in his mouth. He walked towards Fang Xiumu, walked hundreds of feet, and came to the pit where Fang Xiumu was.
"Do you know how long it took to plan this killing situation? How much did the entire Qin Dynasty pay for the Nine Dead Silkworms to show up and be trapped here? How many lives did they have to pay for the spring attack on Chu?"
The blood in his body was almost vomited, Meng Fangying's face was paler than white paper, he knew that he had reached the last time of his life, and the expression on his face was extremely complicated, "Such a killing situation, but with This way of ending, do you think I can be willing?"
Fang Xiumu looked up at him without answering.
He was breathing hard, some reverse blood rushed into his lungs, and such a question seemed unnecessary to answer.
"This is the method of exchanging pieces in the chess game."
Meng Fangying couldn't hold it any longer, his body collapsed like a mountain, and he fell to sit on the edge of the pit, but his voice turned a little harsher, "It's just that you just broke through, and you can enter the Dust Mountain Method so easily. In the formation, it means that your seventh level has the ability to approach the eighth level. You must have defeated my three eagles. You are so powerful that you are naturally arrogant to a certain extent, but why do you just use such a method of exchange? "
"Shouldn't you try to beat us without putting yourself directly in a desperate situation?"
"Once the world is broken, everything in the world is like ants. Your state of mind after defeating the Grandmaster here... you should feel that you can easily defeat us."
"As long as you do this, in my plan, Zheng An and I should consume your strength, and in the end you will die and I will live."
"Why did you do that!"
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Amidst the louder and louder shouts, Fang Xiumu became more and more bored, but he couldn't help feeling a little sympathetic to the prince of Great Qin.
He finally looked at Meng Fangying and said, "I haven't been able to kill the nine-dead silkworm until this time. Once I entered here, I encountered an assassination like yours. Even the ancestors of Jiaodong County put their last strength on it." In my opinion, this should be the final contest. Since as long as you can kill you, you can understand this kind of killing. Then why bother about the process."
"But what about your cultivation!"
Meng Fangying yelled with the last of his strength, "Your meridians are broken, even if you don't become a cripple like your elder brother Fang Xing, I'm afraid that after decades of hard work, it can only heal your wounds, so how can you enter the Eighth Realm! "
Hearing such a roar, Fang Xiumu's complexion became a little weird.
He slowly closed his eyes, and said softly and seriously, "I'm afraid you didn't understand something at first... I appeared here because of my brother. I came here because of anger and revenge. My brother I fought with my father for the Great Qin Dynasty for many years, and I don’t know how many brothers died in the battle, but in the end, they became victims just to complete such a killing game, just for the dominance of Zheng Xiu and Yuan Wu?"
"As for revenge, as for things like entering the eighth realm, there are people in this magic circle who are better at it than me."
Fang Xiumu still had his eyes closed, and smiled bleakly, "As long as he enters the eighth realm, it is impossible for Zheng Xiu and Yuan Wu to defeat him. If such a Duizi can decide the final outcome, then why? Don't do it?"
No one responded again.
He heard the sound of Meng Fangying's slumped body rolling down.
Meng Fangying died and rolled to the bottom of the pit not far from him.
Then there was some ear-piercing sound of flapping wings that appeared on Fang Xiumu's ears. He opened his eyes, and the flickering light was still dazzling.
He first saw a very unique golden mixed silkworm, and then saw many people.
Among these people, he saw Ding Ning.
Looking at Ding Ning's calm gaze, he nodded in respect, and said deeply: "I saw you in Changling City before, and I thought you were a waste material who couldn't practice, but seeing you today, I know it's you, but you... It’s really different from before.”
Ding Ning understood what he meant, nodded his head in return, and said softly: "After dying once and then living again, no one can be the same as before."
In the thousand dust mountains, all sounds gradually disappeared and became completely quiet.
The turbulent vitality also returned to calm, forming the sword intent of Thousand Dust Mountains, but because of the arrival of Fang Xiumu, the momentary extraction became a little loose and began to slowly dissolve.
Strips of dust turned into wonderful streams of flame, flew up, and disappeared in the high-altitude wind.
They survived.
It's just that from Ding Ning's words, no one could hear much excitement and joy, but only indescribable emotion and sadness.
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Those who can and dare to enter these thousand dust mountains have already entered.
Those who have not entered by this time will find it difficult to find opportunities.
It's just that in this wilderness, there will always be some people who are unwilling to give up, and others who are still trying.
Along with a cold gust of wind, the water in a small lake not far from the Thousand Dust Mountain Formation suddenly emptied more than half, and was swept up by a white shadow.
It was a giant white python with a strange saddle on its back. The saddle was connected to a small Dao hall. The saddle and Dao hall were the size of two carriages. They were made of unique translucent white spar. Somehow, it turned out to be able to enable the practitioners in it to survive underwater for a long time.
In the crystal palace is a Taoist, his sleeves are empty, his hands have already been cut off, but the aura of this giant white python is comparable to that of a master of the seven realms, so this Taoist is naturally a rare strong man.
Some practitioners from this small lake saw such a scene, but they were not too shocked.
When it is determined that the practitioner trapped in the dusty mountain circle is the descendant of the nine-dead silkworm, or the rebirth of the nine-dead silkworm that Yuan Wu said, it is very common for any kind of master to appear in this wasteland.
In the past ten days, countless seven-level masters have died in this wasteland, which even makes people feel numb, and even makes people suddenly feel that there are so many seven-level masters in this world.
Just like the Changling Mausoleum back then, the corpses of the masters from all dynasties flocked to form a hill.
The age of this master is not considered old, but he has a vicissitudes of life. He has been hiding in this lake for a long time but did not enter the battle. Obviously, he did not want to save the nine dead silkworms inside.
At this time, he was determined to enter the formation to have a look, but he did not expect that there was a person who had been guarding him for a long time.
A killing intent without the slightest emotion suddenly appeared behind him, and he didn't even feel it when he was approaching his crystal palace.
When this killing intent pierced his crystal palace, he felt it, and through this killing intent, he knew who it was.
"Bai Qi?"
When this murderous intent pierced his body, he screamed in horror and disbelief.
He didn't expect such a person to guard him quietly for many days, and he didn't expect that this person would not stand by Zheng Xiu and himself.
Volume Eight: Longevity