v3 Chapter 159： Mountain peaks, valleys, old men, iron chains [third more] (2/2)
Two people missing!
The Royal Sword Sect broke the army and the Floating Slaughter killed the children, but at the moment they did not return with the crowd. The monks looked ugly, and their consciousness burst out. They shrouded the entire Big 6 shard, but nothing happened.
Fa Tianzi hummed coldly, flashed aura, and the figure appeared directly over the big 6 pieces.
”Break me!”
In the low drink, the old guy shot down with a single palm, silently and silently, the big 6 fragments suddenly trembled violently, and the next moment was shattered, turned into countless fragments and shot out. When the fragment was completely shattered, the figures of the broken army and the extinct child still did not appear.
The two monks who did not fall into the realm disappeared without any notice, and even they could not feel the slightest difference. Thinking of this, the rest of the monks couldn't help but have a bit of chill. At this moment, the excitement of getting the treasures seemed to be completely wiped out by a bucket of cold water.
Everyone was silent, the atmosphere was heavy and wanted to condense, and after a while, they sneered from the old road. ”We should know before we come here that we can hide the opportunities of our hot eyes, and we will inevitably accompany us Crisis, just want to harvest without crisis, such a good thing the old man has never seen. ”
”Did the two Taoist friends who broke the army and killed their children disappeared, the Taoist friends were already trembling in their hearts, don't they want to move on?”
”It's good to say away from Daoyou, it seems I'm still not careful enough, and I didn't adjust my mindset in time!”
”In this star field, the strength of the crisis is absolutely out of you and I think, although we are not monks, we may not be fearless in the outside world, but it is best to play up to 120,000 points of spirit here, Otherwise, it is not wrong to lose your life in vain. ”
The Emperor of the Cangyue Zongfa spoke in a deep voice, and everyone groaned, nodded, and then became cautious.
As non-falling monks, they are already the pinnacle of the human world and have never encountered any threats. Although extremely strange in this starry sky, they still have confidence in their hearts, and they will never have any accidents together. But at this moment, the two who broke the army and destroyed their children disappeared without a trace, but they gave them a very loud slap.
After a short while, the people sorted out their mentality and continued to move forward. They did not lower much before comparing too much. The consciousness broke out and permeated the surrounding thousands of meters. They were extremely cautious.
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Somewhere in a strange place, the nine peaks are like spears pointing at the sky, exhaling endless fierce breath. The whole mountain is dark red, as if formed by soaking in blood. At the foot of the mountain, the clouds are diffused, but it looks like a huge basin vaguely. In this basin, there is some kind of arabesque life growing in the shadows, entangled in tangles, and sometimes creeping, as if it had life.
A figure sits cross-legged on a mountain here. This person's trunk is thin, his head dangling from the ground, like a weed, if there is no trace of breath in his body, it means that life is still alive, like a dead body.
At this moment, the skin of the dry figure shivered, and then became fierce. The person slowly looked up, his gray head slipped to the sides, exposing an old face, and a scratch wound slipped from the corner of his eye. Cross the bridge of the nose and disappear at the corner of the mouth. The scar was like a poisonous insect on his face, twisting and shaking, strange and terrible.
”Well, who awakened me from my deep sleep? Did the clan come?”
”Tribe? Who is my tribe? Who am I? Why am I here?”
His voice was hoarse, and a low groan spread through the space. The old man seemed extremely irritable, a burst of coercion burst out of his body. The strength of this coercion is far beyond the limits of the human world, as if the whole world was shivering under this coercion.
After half a ring, the person's breath slowly converged, and a little clearness gradually appeared in the yellow eyes.
”The humble reptile's counterattack was eventually beheaded. As a guardian, the old man has been waiting here for countless years.”
”Although my memory has been lost so much that I sometimes feel confused and confused, there are some things that the old man has not forgotten.”
”The scent of the tribe, the puppet of the celestial lord, having these two points is the person I want to wait for.”
At this point, the old man suddenly lifted, the scar on his face was twisted, and there was a sense of serenity in his eyes.
”These two people don't have the flavor of a tribe, they must be the humble reptiles, all **** it!”
The man snarled and fell, his thin arms stretched out to grip the void, and a space crack appeared instantly, and the two figures flew out of it instantly. It was the Imperial Sect's broken army and the floating slaughter's extermination. The two seemed to be experiencing extreme horror. At this moment, there was still a shock in their eyes. The figures broke away from the cracks in the space and fled directly to the distance in the scream.
Humph!
The old man hummed in his mouth, but he didn't see any movement. The face of the broken army and the deceased child turned pale, and he fainted in a moment, and his body fell quickly into the valley. In the cloud, two vines were shot suddenly. The arabesque was blood-stained, entangled their bodies, the ends split open and hollow, severely-inserted into their skulls, and then disappeared into the depths of the clouds.
The two monks who broke the army and killed the children did not fall into the realm. They were caught by such an understatement and their lives were unknown.
”The humble reptiles resist the order of the clan and attack the clan's existence. Damn it!”
”This time, the old man will never let anyone escape!”
”I'm here, waiting for you!”
The old man roared in a low voice, and his body was shaking suddenly, causing a low noise of rattling.
The blood-stained iron chain of the thickness of the nine adults' arms stabbed into the spine behind this person, and the wound behind was terrible. At this moment, with his movements, the blood water springs out, dripping along the chain.
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