Chapter 35 Three knocks to thank the teacher, a sad frost is like snow

In the remote dark void, a meteor belt composed of dense meteorites roars through the darkness. About 50 kilometers away from this meteor belt, a huge meteorite block with a diameter of ten kilometers draws a smooth arc in the universe along the ancient and unchanging trajectory.

"Ah!

On the huge meteorite, there are potholes and potholes, and countless sharp gravel are scattered on the surface of this meteorite. In the stone pile, a low moan suddenly broke the calm of the star domain.

Under the thick gravel, a blood-stained palm stretched out from below. A large area of gravel slid open, and the messy and distracted head under the gravel stretched out, and a quiet color appeared on the pale neck stalk.

"Oh, shake off the rubble that over the body. Under the pile of stones, the extremely weak figure staggered up from the ground.

"Gaga!

In the distance, outside the meteorite, a strange cry came from afar. The man opened his eyes blankly and looked to the east. He saw a demon with wings smiling and agitated his wings to fly from the void in the distance.

"Gow! What did I see? ...Humans? Human beings?!! Is there a human here? In the void, a demon with hard scales turned his eyes and caught the human who staggered up from the huge meteorite and seemed to die at any time.

"Gaga! He!" The leading demon smiled, with a flap of meat wings, and took the lead in flying towards the meteorite 70 or 80 miles away, behind it. About fifty black-winged demons encouraged the flesh wings to make an arc in the void and fly towards the meteorite.

In a few breaths, the group of demons put away their meat wings and slanted to the surface of the meteorite.

"Ha human beings, they are indeed human beings!" The demon leader turned his eyes a few times and shouted excitedly, "I didn't expect it. In this remote starry sky, there are also human beings, haha..."

"Your Excellency... It seems a little strange. This human...how can there be such a heavy smell of death on his body!" The demon leader came, and another demon moved his nose and said doubtfully, "Moreover, this human being seems to be an ordinary human being. So how did he get here?

"Huh? ..." The demon leader stopped when he heard the words, and his eyes turned around. He didn't know what he was thinking. The devils' favorite food is human flesh and blood, but it is only fresh flesh and blood. Demons are not scavengers and are not interested in dead things. According to the devil, the dead creature belongs to the owner of the soul who lives under the abyss.

On the surface of the meteorite, the human beings standing up from the pile of gravel seemed to have nothing to see, and they didn't even look at the demons beside them. His body shook slightly back and forth. It seems that it can fall down at any time.

"This human being is indeed a little strange. Without the atmosphere of ancient human beings, it should not be ancient human beings. Even if he is an ordinary human, how did he get here? The demon leader thought, but thinking was not what the devil was good at. He waved his hand, and the demon leader shouted, "Don't worry about it, eat him!"

behind. The demons screamed excitedly, and a piece of meat wings turned into dark shadows and rushed to the human beings.

"Oh!

A long sword with a strong flame suddenly emerged from the void, exposed in the hands of the human beings, and only heard a tearing roar of the void. More than 40 people rushed to the human demon's throat in the rubble pile. At the same time, a thin trace appeared, and the blood flew. In the blink of an eye, a demon's body fell around the human beings who seemed to die at any time.

Exactly the same injury, exactly the same position, all fatal with one blow!

There was a suffocating atmosphere in the void, and the surviving demons withdrew their footsteps and swallowed in their throats. No one thought of it. This human body doesn't have any real air flow at all. In the blink of an eye, more than 40 people of the same kind were killed.

After a long time. The devil who found this human at the beginning screamed in horror: "Escape! ----"

coax! The demons who were scared by this sword finally soared into the air like beasts...

The human with the blood-colored flame sword in his hand glanced at the fleeing demon faintly. The human in a blue gown stepped over the pile of gravel and staggered towards the void. His eyelids kept cringing, and he seemed to be very tired, but every time he was about to close, he suddenly opened it. In this human body, there is no real qi flow, no blood flow, and there is no ups and downs in his chest...

"Master..." The man muttered, identified the direction, and staggered towards the depths of the universe. That direction was the ancient...

Sword Domain.

Time goes by, day after day. But in the sword pavilion, it is dull and terrible. Ximen Yibei and lonely sat in the sword pavilion without injury, closed his eyes. From time to time, the two of them focused their eyes on Feng Yun Wuji on the edge of the cliff, and a trace of worry flashed in their eyes.

The late injury has been lost for a long time. Everyone believes that the late injury is probably really dead. No one knows what will happen after the return of the Sword God. Under the name of the Sword God, there are two disciples, one is a late injury, and the other is an ancient ape. In fact, the ancient demon ape can only be regarded as half a disciple at most. In terms of feelings, there is absolutely no depth between the delay and the sword god. Once upon a time, the Sword God slaughtered the night clan for the sake of the killing of his disciples. And what about this time?

"Oh...," he sighed alone, closed his eyes again, and there seemed to be a late injury in front of him again.

"Lonely senior, master, please..."

"Lonely senior, junior late injury for advice..."

In the impression of loneliness and injury, Chi injury is a disciple of the teacher's extreme etiquette. Not only to the sword god, but also to serve his loneliness and Ximen, he is quite humble. He is deeply loved by the sword demon, otherwise loneliness will not pass on the practiced Taiji Kendo to him.

"I didn't expect that he would leave like this this time..." Thinking of this, loneliness couldn't help sighing again in the bottom of his heart, and there seemed to be something missing in a corner of his heart.

Turn your eyes. Dugu looked in the direction under the cliff, where Ximen had been standing at the bottom of the cliff for many days. Since he came back, Ximen Huanran has been floating in the Sword Pavilion as if he had lost his soul. It can be seen that Ximen has a deep self-reproach for his late death. He watched Chi Wo's death and was taciturn. Ximen, who has little communication and is extremely friendly, is a huge blow.

In the Sword Pavilion, the west gate is surging with swords all over the north. At any moment, he seems to be practicing. However, he felt a different place in Ximen Yibei - his spirit was a little trance. Under the occasional open eyelids of Ximen Yibei, his eyes are always drifting to the position where Ximen Huanran stands under the cliff.

The pain of the flesh. What is more unbearable is the pain in the heart. Simon felt a deep spiritual pain from his only disciple. However, he can't do anything. The words of comfort can be spit out from any master's mouth, but it is impossible to say it from his mouth.

Next to Ximen and the lonely, the ancient witch and the saint sat opposite each other, and the two drank silently with the incense of the phoenix concubine. The erratic eyes and the occasional distraction seemed to tell the usual tea drinking mood that the two had lost. ^

There was one less person in the Sword Pavilion, and suddenly it was empty. Everyone feels that there is something missing in the bottom of their heart...

Time passes after this unbearable silence...

I don't know how long it took, under the horizon of the sword domain, a man in a black robe staggered. He staggered towards the Sword Pavilion. The man wore a cloak and lowered his head, as if he didn't want to be seen by his face.

"Do you need any help?" Seeing that the man seemed to fall down at any time, a Taigu master who was practicing in the sword field greeted him and stretched out a wrist.

However, the man didn't seem to see it and walked straight past the ancient master. The ancient master in white was stunned, and his palms still maintained an outstretched posture...

Through the settled crowd under the cliff, the man in black came from the foot of the mountain step by step. Go to the top of the mountain. Halfway up the mountain, the man in black was finally blocked.

"Stop!" A golden armored man stopped the man's where he was going: "Stop coming."

The man still ignored it and walked silently to the mountain. Choked! After the sound of gold and iron, the golden armored man's wrist, and a long sword with cold light had been pulled out of the scabbard. In front of the man in black.

One step, two steps... The man's pace is slow and firm. You! ..." The golden armored man was furious and was about to do it, but a gust of wind blew, and the man in black robes flew like a butterfly. Under the wide robe, something was revealed but attracted the golden armored man. It made him stop waving his sword. When the man's robe is flying. Under the wide robe, a long red sword was revealed. That's...the magic sword Chixiao!

"Young Lord! ..." The golden armored man was stunned and muttered to himself. He could hardly believe his eyes. After a long time, he turned around, raised his sword high, and said excitedly, "The young master is back!" The late injured young master is back!! ..."

"What?!" In the Sword Pavilion, the ancient witch, the saint, Ximen, lonely and shocked, and opened their eyes together: "Impossible!!"

Oh! The lonely hem flirted and took the lead in stepping out. The west gate, the saint, and the ancient witch followed closely and stepped out of the sword pavilion. With the cultivation of four people, it should have been discovered a long time ago, but I don't know if it was because of a trance, there was something in my heart or something, but I didn't find it coming late.

When the four people stepped out of the gate of the Sword Pavilion, Concubine Feng had already gone to the late injury.

"Sad, is it really you?" Fengfei looked excited, with ripples in her eyes, and stood in front of the late injury. However, the late injury seemed not to be heard, and he still walked forward.

A suspicious look appeared on everyone's faces, and the slow behavior revealed all kinds of strangeness. In his body, loneliness and injury-free can't feel the breath of Taiji Kendo at all. More than that, judging from the breath, the delay injury at this moment is more like a human who has lost all martial arts.

"Slid injury?" Dugu Wuqi shouted, but the late injury did not have any response, and a trace of uneasiness surged up in the hearts of everyone. Next to the saint, the ancient witch's eyelids opened, and the light in his eyes changed, which has already brought up the special skills of the witch clan.

"Ah! At this look, the ancient witch couldn't help shouting. My heart sank straight down.

"Sad, is it really you? ..."

However, there is still no response from the delayed injury. The sky was bleak, and he staggered slowly and stepped over the phoenix concubine step by step. The joy on Fengfei's face suddenly condensed, and a bad foreboding surged into her heart, almost an instinctive reaction, at the moment when the injury passed by. Fengfei stretched out her palm and seemed to want to catch something from the void.

I don't know when, the ancient witch suddenly appeared behind Concubine Feng and patted Concubine Feng on the shoulder. Feng Fei turned around and saw the ancient witch shaking her head at herself with a heavy face.

When he was hesitating, he heard the ancient witch whispering in his heart: "...don't touch him. The delayed soul has been broken, and he can get here. It's all about a pre-death obsession. This obsession is eliminated, and it hurts late..."

The man in a cloak and a black robe finally came to the front of the cliff. Putting down the red night, the man slowly knelt down, put his hands on the ground, looked in front of the cliff, looked in awe, motionless, and muttered, "Master. I came back to see you..."

After saying that, his head lowered deeply, kowtowed his head, raised his head again, and muttered, "Master, I'm leaving. The only thing I can't let go is Master. The disciple wanted to wait until the master woke up from the entrance and fight with the master to the world of gods and demons! But now it seems... it's impossible!"

"Cough! Saying it. The delay suddenly coughed violently, and a wisp of blood burst out of his mouth and fell on the rock, but the delay seemed not to notice it.

He kowtowed again and raised his head: "... Apprentice. Late injury and unfilial! I can no longer serve my master. Disciples bow here! I wish Master's great success and immortality!"

"Before I flew up, my disciples had heard about it. Between the master and the apprentice, three knocks are formed, and three knocks are insulated. After the name of the master and apprentice is determined, you can only kowtow to one head at most. Until life and death are separated, you can knock three more! After three knocks. The love between master and apprentice in this life. That's it."

"First knock, I wish Master and Master's Mother to be together forever!"

"Bun!----"

"Second knock. I wish Master's long-cherished wish to taste it all his life, and may my ancient people reach the peak of the four races!"

"Bun!----"

"The third knock, may the afterlife... devote yourself again... under the master's door... serve... master..." The voice of the delay was getting weaker and weaker, and the body gradually fell softly on the ground. On the top of the head, the black cloak fell aside, revealing a pale young face. On the cheek of this face, two tears were slowly sliding down...

"Lated injury..."

"Slid-injury..."

"Slid-injury..."

Everyone called softly, but half of the face was exposed, and the dark pupils slowly dispersed. The lips were still imperceptible one by one, and suddenly they were still calling, Master...

In front of the cliff, Feng Yun Wuji, who had been sitting still, seemed to feel something, and his long straight hair suddenly danced. In the shocked eyes of everyone, Feng Yun Wuji slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes fell on the ground in front of him, and there was no sound on the body. A deep sadness appeared on his face. The right hand, which was originally hanging on the knee, slowly stretched out, to the injured head, and reached out to the long hair. His five fingers moved, as if he wanted to catch something or keep something. His soul has not returned yet, and he does not know that the young man who is paralyzed on the ground is his only disciple and his favorite disciple. He didn't know that his only disciple had already been smashed by the fourteenth god. With only one obsession, he crossed the void and returned to Taigu to see him for the last time. Three knocks to form a bond, and three knocks to make a bond. He didn't know anything. He just instinctively wanted to keep it.

Under the sky, dark clouds are bleak, clouds are circling in the sky, and the wind blows in front of the cliff, making a whine. Holy Mountain, Sword Pavilion, a pair of eyes bet on the pair of separated masters and apprentices on the edge of the cliff.

The eyes moved away from the body, and Fengyun Wuji slowly raised his head and looked at the vast sky above his head. At the corners of his eyes, two lines of shocking blood red slowly flowed out

"Wuji! ..."

"Ah! ..."

There are exclamations around...

For no reason, the whole sword field is full of sadness. In the distance, the ancient people still don't understand what happened. I just felt that my heart was twitching violently, and a deep sadness gushed out from the bottom of my heart uncontrollably, and tears flowed in my eyes inexplicably.

Three knocks to make a connection, three knocks to insulate! ......

All the sounds, all the scenery disappeared from his eyes. Only those three rings are still reflected on his pupils and refuse to disperse...

"The first knock. I wish Master and Master Mother will always be together!"

"Bun!----"

"The second knock, I wish Master a long-cherished wish for the whole of his life, and I hope that my ancient people may reach the peak of the four clans!"

"Bun!----"

"The third knock, I hope that in the next life... I will invest again... under the master's door... serve... master..."

In the sea of Fengyun Wuji's consciousness, the sound of the three notes is getting louder and louder, getting louder and louder, gradually dissipating in all directions... Fengyun Wuji's consciousness suddenly stopped running...

A certain plane...

"Master, the disciple is going down the mountain!" In front of the sword, a handsome young man in Xuanyi carried a broad-backed sword and smiled. By his side, a girl in a goose-yellow dress stood side by side with him.

"Master, we are going down the mountain!" The girl is so girly.

"Uh-huh, huh!" In front of the deep mountains and grass, one beard has white hair. The old man with a kind face smiled, and the teenager and girl in front of him were his proud disciple. No matter how high the martial arts are, they can't resist the erosion of time. If you watch too much of disputes in the world, you will be bored. Only when he sees that his martial arts can be passed on in the hands of disciples can he feel relieved.

"Master is on it. Please accept the three worships!"

"Master, please be worshipped by Lan'er!"

The old man smiled and accepted the knock of the two. The teenager and the girl leaned down in front of the grass, knelt down together, and kowtowed to the old man.

"Bun!

The crisp kowtow came to his ears, and the old man was suddenly shocked. The eyes became in a trance. In front of the grass, the images of the two disciples suddenly became blurred. Hazy, the old man only felt that he was in a very distant place, and he was not so old. What kind of place is it? The old man thought, but everything was vague.

"Bun!

When the voice of the second kowtow came, the old man's whole body trembled, and the blurred scene in front of him suddenly seemed like a low tide. Get rid of it from the eyes. And deep in the soul. An impression hidden in memory coincides with the image in front of you. In the chest, the heart, which had long been difficult to fluctuate too much, suddenly thumped violently...

Bang!----

When the third kowtow came. There was a roar in the old man's mind, and he only felt that his body was getting lighter and lighter, burning, dispersing a warm halo in this cold rainy night. Outside the ancient temple, the rain poured down, and the sound of raindrops was like the ear, but the ancient temple was warm.

"Master!" In front of the burning fire, a young man who looked haggard and couldn't hide his excitement knelt in front of a man who was about thirty years old in a washed white robe.

"Sad, from now on, you will be my disciple. Take this "Demon Sagetra" and I will stay here for three days. If you have any questions, just ask me. The old man heard himself say so.

"Master, please be injured three times by your disciples!" The teenager in front of him couldn't hide his excitement. Somehow, the old man felt that everything in front of him was so familiar. The teenager in front of him seems to have a huge relationship with himself.

"Bun!----"

"Bun!----"

"Bun!----"

The crisp kowtow sound came to his ears, making the old man's heart beat violently again, and the blood all over his body boiled.

"Three knocks on the knot, three knocks to insulate!" The old man had a lip and suddenly spit out a sentence.

"Master, what did you say?" The voice of a teenager.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" The girl's crisp voice.

The anxious voice in his ear suddenly pulled the old man back to reality. He shook his head and was stunned for a while. The old man smiled and waved his hand and said, "Master is fine. Let's go, you two little guys, stay longer. Master, I'm afraid you can't leave.

"Master!" The moth girl took the old man's hand, shook her white and tender arms, and said shyly.

beside him, the teenager bowed deeply and said, "Master, then my sister Lan'er and I are leaving."

"Well," the old man was reluctant to give up. Nod his head. In the sunset, the teenager took the girl's hand and walked slowly down the stone steps leading to the mountain. The girl in yellow clothes turned back in two steps, three steps back, and her face was full of reluctance.

However, parting was doomed. Slowly, the two gradually disappeared under the stone steps. The old man stood in front of the grass and watched the two of them slowly walk down the mountain. At the moment when they were about to disappear into the mountain forest, the old man's heart was suddenly empty.

"Dida!

As soon as the palm of his hand was hot, the old man looked down and saw a wet mark in the palm of his hand. Only then did he realize that he had shed tears under the influence of an indescribable sadness.

"The only disciple I care about has just gone down the mountain. I should be happy for them. Why do I feel sad? Why on earth is this?" The old man's eyes became in a trance. In the hazy, the scene in the ancient temple appeared in front of him again, and the scene of the young man who seemed to have a close concern with him kowtowed again. When the scene reappeared, the old man felt the heartache again. It seemed that a hand passed through his chest and held his heart, making him unable to breathe.

"Is that kind of sadness from the soul because of him? But I haven't seen him? Who the hell is he?"

"Master is at the top. Please be injured three times by your disciple!" In front of him, the young man's hazy figure raised his head, as if a trace of excitement appeared on his face that had been entangled by some past. Facing the old man, he said this. The disciple was injured late...

There was a buzz in the old man's mind. Memories like a tide poured into my mind.

I remember..., I remember to report..., late injury, it was my disciple, and I..., the old man raised his head and looked at the nine stars with different colors in the sky. He muttered, "And me. It's not a place name in the world. In the distant universe, there is a place. It's called Taikoo. No, it's where I came from. And I have never belonged to this place.

"Boom!

As soon as the old man finished his words, the sky was suddenly cloudy, and lightning with amazing power passed through it, and lightning struck down from time to time. The vision of this world immediately attracted the attention of the teenager who was not far away and the woman in the yellow palm of a moth.

"There is..." The teenager stood at the foot of the mountain, looked back at the place shrouded in thunder and clouds, muttered to himself.

"That's the grass house where Master lives!" The girl immediately said.

As soon as the two of them fell, a thick lightning like the root of an old tree fell from the sky and landed on the grass on the top of the mountain. In the blink of an eye, a raging fire broke out on the top of the mountain. The roaring sound of the fire resounded through the sky. Above the sea of fire, a hazy human-like shadow gradually drifted to the clouds and sky...

"Master! ----" At the foot of the mountain, the teenager and the girl in the yellow clothes of the moth shouted sadly and flew madly to the top of the mountain. However, on the top of the mountain, the fire was raging, and everything turned into ashes... The strong earthquake moved, and this strong earthquake even made the demons The earth was uneasy and couldn't help slowing down the offensive. On hundreds of millions of planes, sad thoughts gushed out like a tide, crossed layers of voids, and converged into a vast stream of consciousness in the corner of the dark universe and flowed to the ancients. The torrent of consciousness is so great, and where this stream of consciousness passes, the void is inexplicably distorted, and it seems that it can't afford such a huge spiritual power.

The distant plane of the demon world is immersed in absorbing the information in his mind. The fourteenth main god who perfected his god suddenly woke up from the beginning of meditation. Huo opened and looked at the void of the universe. His eyes penetrated the endless plane and went towards the ancients with that powerful idea...

Suddenly, lightning flashed and thundered over the Sword Pavilion, and then the heavy rain covered the whole Sword Pavilion. Raindrops the size of a thumb spilled crazily from the clouds. The thunder and lightning that shuttled through the sky were like an invisible knife, trying to split the sky. No one knew where the heavy rain came from. Everyone only felt that the whole sword pavilion was shrouded in an extremely sad atmosphere. Under the influence of this sad atmosphere, people couldn't help crying. After that. It was a torrential rain.

A canopy rain spreads between heaven and earth, turning into a cloud of water that enveloped the square sword pavilion. The fusion of water vapor and heavy rain makes the world more unrecognizable.

"Wow!----"

The vast wind winds a lot of rain between heaven and earth. In the wind from afar, there seems to be something else in addition to the rain.

"Sbolt!----"

In the place where heaven and earth intersect in the distance, a burning red lightning came to the earth, spreading dozens of feet and then suddenly disappeared. After that. Everyone felt a tide from the wind and rain, which made heaven and earth change the terrible spiritual force from the sky and appeared on this earth out of thin air. No one can imagine that in Taigu, there was such a powerful spiritual power. Even the ancient witch who specializes in spirit, in this vast spiritual power, is like a chestnut in the sea. It's indescribable. Compared with the spiritual strength of the strong in the later stage of the divine level, it is like a joke.

And all of them, the spiritual power covering the whole sword area, is crazily transmitted in the direction of the cliff of the Sword Pavilion. In the belly of the Holy Mountain, the three supremes have long been shocked. This spiritual power is so powerful that in the impression of the three people, even Xuanyuan has never reached such a horrible state.

"Wuji... Have you returned?" In the secret room, white tiger, rosefinch. The three supremes of Xuanwu stood up at the same time and turned their eyes to the direction of the Sword Pavilion.

Awn!

In front of the cliff, Fengyun Wuji's white robe swelled up, and his long hair was windless and automatic. In his body, all the raindrops in the range of three feet exploded, turning into more broken rain fog and bursting into four directions. Wave after wave, continuous...

Ding!

Under the dark sky. A dazzling light suddenly burst out from the front of the cliff - it was a human gaze. The ancient witch, the saint, Simon, the lonely four of them were full of excitement, and their eyes were all cast in one place. In the eyes of the four people. Fengyun Wuji's eyelids opened again. Unlike the past, this time, in Fengyun Wuji's body, everyone felt a strong consciousness.

Seeing the body lying on the ground, Feng Yun Wuji finally understood why hundreds of millions of gods invested in countless planes. I will feel so much pain. Decades of time. Suddenly, it is as long as several cosmic centuries.

Look at the body paralyzed on the ground and look at the familiar body lying sideways to the ground. With a young face, Feng Yun Wuji felt a click in a fragile place in the bottom of his heart.

His apprentice died, and the only personal disciple died in front of him. And he can't do anything!

Looking at the corpse that fell in the mud quietly, the world in his eyes suddenly became dark...

"Wuji... Is it really you? ...Are you back?"

"Wuji..., hurt him late..."

There was a faint sound in his ear, as if someone was saying something to himself. Feng Yun Wuji suddenly stood up with a bang, and then slowly, slowly bent down, his hands trembled, and stretched out to the head that collapsed to the ground. At the place of his face, the trembling hands stopped, as if he couldn't bear to wake up like him, but in the end, he slowly stretched out.

From the mud, he picked up the young head that had lost his life and looked at the pale face and closed his eyes. Feng Yun Wuji suddenly burst into tears like rain. There was no sad expression, but kept crying. Everyone was so sad that no one could bear to disturb the master and apprentice.

"Ah!----"

Suddenly, there was an exclamation around, lonely and unharmed. The west gate was north, and the ancient witch. The saint looked at Fengyun Wuji in shock. In the wind and rain, Fengyun Wuji's long black hair began from the tip of his hair, and turned white in the direction of the root. In the blink of an eye,

"Wuji, you!! ..." not far away, Fengfei exclaimed, but quickly covered her mouth with her hand.

"Plap!

In the pouring rain, Fengyun Wuji leaned over and picked up the injured body. He seemed to hold Wan Jun in his hand. He slowly stood up and slowly raised his head. His frosty hair danced in the wind and looked very shocked

"Ah!----"

A desolate sad roar shook through the sky and went straight to the dark clouds like a broken arrow. The roar was like a wounded beast. On the cliff. At a distance from the ground to the sky, a large area of rain exploded into rain and fog. From a distance, a fog pillar with a radius of dozens of feet went straight to the sky from the cliff of the Sword Pavilion. In front of the gate of the Sword Pavilion, the ancient witch, the saint. Dugu, Simon's eyes were already wet, and everyone turned their heads unbearablely.

"Bun!

Around the Sword Pavilion, all the golden armors and sword armors stationed in the Sword Pavilion knelt down, and their heads knelt down in the direction of the late injury.

"Rumble!

A violent sound came from the depths of the rain and fog, and the earth rumbled, as if a huge thing was climbing out of the ground.

Through the majestic heavy rain. At the horizon, everyone saw a huge object across the sky and the earth. On the surface of the huge object, the rain became more tyrannical. In the distance, a breath from the long-term flood spread, like a roaring tide.

"Qi Tian!! ---" At the top of the mountain, the ancient witch and others identified the identity of the giant standing in the wind and rain at a glance - it was the top murderer of the flood that Fengyun Wuji once took in, but later disappeared - the ancient demon ape, the ape Qitian!

After disappearing for a long time, the ape's hair that appeared again has completely turned into a shiny golden yellow. The roots are soft and more than three feet long. The rain can't seep into its hair at all. The dense rain could not penetrate its hair at all, so it did not have the surface of the shiny hair and flowed down.

"Wow!

In the heavy rain, the ape Qitian faced the direction of the sword pavilion, opened the huge mouth of the blood basin, and looked up to the sky and let out a desolate sad roar. The fierce eyes in the past are full of sadness at this moment. In the eyes. Tears of the earth slid down one by one. In the open mouth, the pair of ferocious white fangs in the past made the ancient ape look so sad at this moment!

Feeling the sadness of the master, the unknown ancient ape finally returned to the ancient from the place of practice. When you see the top of the Sword Pavilion. A white-haired Fengyun Wuji, and the late injury that had turned into a cold corpse in his hand, the ancient ape has understood everything - in the Sword Pavilion, the late injury that once laughed and teased with it is dead!! Master's disciple, dead!!

"Bun Bang Bang!!----"

The ancient ape ran all the way, leaving clear footprints on the muddy land wherever they passed. The whole sword field trembled in the running of the ape.

After running hundreds of feet. The ancient ape, which was tens of thousands of feet tall, suddenly rose into the air, and its huge body was in the void. Turned into a run of smoke, getting smaller and smaller. After a few rolls, the ancient ape turned into a shirtless teenager with long hair and wild air all over his body.

"Bun!

The ape Qitian, who turned into a wild teenager, fell on the top of the Sword Pavilion and beside Fengyun Wuji.

"Master, I... I'm coming!" The wild teenager said in unskilled language.

Feng Yun Wuji's eyes fell on the ancient demon ape that turned into human beings, and then took it back, and there was no change in his eyes. In front of the cliff, the young man's scattered long hair was flying. Slowly, Yuan Qitian stretched out a palm and seemed to touch the injured body, but finally stopped a few inches away from the death of the injured body. There was a lot of sadness in the eyes of the teenager.

"Master, who killed my brother?" After a long time, the teenager finally raised his head and gritted his teeth. In the originally peaceful eyes, a tyrannical red appeared.

"The canopy!

Ape Qitian's words seemed to stimulate the wind and clouds immersed in the pain of the bereaved. The frost-white long hair was thrown and splashed with a handful of water mist. In the water mist, Feng Yun Wu Ji raised his head, and a pair of bloody eyes like wild beasts suddenly reflected into the eyes of the ape. In this pair of bloody eyes, the ancient ape saw the murderous spirit of the sky, as well as a wave of crazy and violent breath suppressed by reason. In the atmosphere of murder and violence, there is a sense of anger and sadness that cannot rise to the sky. In a flash, an extremely cold breath drenched from the top of the ancient ape's head to the soles of his feet. Even the ancient ape, which is famous for its fierceness, has never felt this way

The ferocious and terrible violent smell!

not far away, the ancient witch has been watching the wind and clouds. At first sight of the pair of bloody eyes under the frost-white long hair, the heart of the ancient witch suddenly sank. At the same time, he shouted in the bottom of everyone's hearts with the secret method of the witch clan: "No! The death of the late injury is too exciting for Wuji, and he has begun to be enchanted!"

"Ah! The saint and others were shocked when they heard the words: "How can it be? Hasn't he already had a heart demon?"

"It is true that there should be no danger of being enchanted. Wuji's yuanshen's three points are too mysterious, and you can't make common sense. This time, he died in front of Wuji, which was too exciting for him, which led to the return of his consciousness. If no measures are taken, I'm afraid that Wuji will sink into the constant killing. In this way, no matter how high his martial arts skills are, he will gradually become a tool that only knows how to kill! His realm will always stay at this point!"

Dugu's eyebrows frowned tightly, thought for a moment, and said worriedly, "The late injury is the disciple that Wuji accepted before he flew up. The teacher is also extremely filial. This time, the blow to Wuji is too great. Among us, Wuji's martial arts are the highest. If we act without authorization, it is likely to aggravate his change and eventually make him take action against us... Hey!"

Just when everyone communicated with the wave of consciousness, Fengyun Wuji suddenly raised his head and closed his eyes. Countless large amounts of information suddenly poured crazily into Fengyun Wuji's mind.

"Oh!

Only hearing the sound of cracking silk, Fengyun Wuji tore open the black robe in the position of the chest. Under the black robe, the injured left chest exposed a mouth that reached the back. In the chest, it should have been the position of the heart, empty...

"Ah!" In the low voice, an unspeakable suffocation choked everyone's. Until this time, loneliness and others understood what the ancient witch said. The slow injury was just a stubborn intention to return to the Sword Pavilion.

Seeing the huge wound on his back, Dugu knew that his perception was not wrong - his heart had already been smashed by the fourteenth god, and there was no true qi in his body. There is no Taiji Kendo, and there is no idea of sword body. Ximen Huanran saw that he was bombarded into the void of the universe by the fourteenth Lord God, but he crossed the void with the insistence of saying goodbye to the master and returned to ancient times. Everything was only due to his last obsession.

"No wonder he doesn't seem to know everyone! ..." A strong shock and heartache made Dugu's whole body tremble, and the shock and heartache went deeper into the bone marrow. It was sadness!

Fengyun Wuji put one hand on the lately injured pierced chest, and immediately a faint breath of dark divine power came into the perception, and then the overwhelming information poured in crazily.

Practice... The death of the green dragon... The three supremes... War... The fourteenth main god... Countless pictures quickly appeared in the mind of Fengyun Wuji. Without any words, the world of rules has brought everything back to the present.

"Dad!

With a crisp sound, on the top of the cliff, Fengyun Wuji suddenly took a step. Wuji, where are you going? This inquiry came from the phoenix concubine halfway up the mountain, and this was also what everyone wanted to ask.

The steps he took stopped, but then he stepped faster. Holding the injured body, Fengyun Wuji stepped out one by one, jumped straight down the cliff, and his white hair flew behind his head.

"Wuji, don't go! You are not his opponent!!" A shout came from the top of the holy mountain. In the wind and rain, three figures could be faintly seen on the edge of the holy mountain.

In front of the cliff, Fengyun Wuji held the injured body and drew a smooth curve in the void and fell. Ten feet later, it suddenly turned into a light spot and disappeared into the void...

"Roar!----"

In front of the cliff, the ape, who turned into a human, roared fiercely and suddenly jumped from the front of the cliff. In the air, he tore a huge crack, shook his body, and turned into a huge Li Luan through the torn crack and disappeared in it...

After the ancient demon ape, Dugu and Ximen, who were worried about Fengyun Wuji's safety, didn't have time to say anything. They brushed their sleeves and came out together. Following the space crack torn by the ancient demon ape, they turned into streamer and disappeared...