Chapter 132 The Root of Disaster 1

The uncontrolled strong wind is still a huge problem for Jin Xin at this time. He tried his best to stagger and run, but he had no choice but to find that his exhausted body was unable to resist the turbulent wind and water at all, and it was getting farther and farther away from the ancient dream.

And the destructive momentum around the ancient dream suddenly stopped when it reached a certain level. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the wind swaying up to the nine heavens without emotion.

There was a cruel smile on the corners of her mouth, and she didn't see her posture. Her body had risen high in front of the wind.

Feng Fu was stunned for a moment, and then [Kunpeng] cut it down mercilessly.

The ancient dream did not dodge, but the smile at the corners of his mouth became more and more brilliant and miserable.

"Boom..." Before [Kunpeng] was cut off Gu Meng, Gu Meng's body exploded violently. A huge air wave suddenly burst out, and the surrounding air also fluctuated violently, tearing and smashing everything it encountered.

"It's miserable..." Feng Fuyao didn't care about the sword, and his body was strangely twisted, and then appeared in a higher sky. Even though he saw the opportunity quickly, he had been affected. At this time, he was spitting blood in confusion.

"What a cruel woman!" Feng Fu shook his heart and looked at the ruinous scene below with lingering heart.

"[Kunpeng]?" Feng Fuyao suddenly looked at his empty hand and was dumbfounded.

Looking around, I saw that [Kunpeng] was swaying down at this time, and below was the most violent place of the explosion. Even with his current cultivation, it was only a dead end.

Taking a deep breath, Feng Fuyao made a strange gesture. The rapidly falling [Kunpeng] suddenly stagnated, but quickly fell down at a faster speed.

"Damn!" Feng Fuyao cursed fiercely and spit down. Keeping his strange gesture unchanged, he bit the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of blood was sprayed out by him.

The scarlet blood spots are like sharp arrows, shooting straight at [Kunpeng] as soon as they were ejected.

But at this time, Gu Meng's bursting body also turned into a blood mist all over the sky and rushed to [Kunpeng], wrapping it tightly.

It took several years to spew out the essence, but the little contact with [Kunpeng] was broken again. He looked depressedly at the thick blood fog that wrapped [Kunpeng] and was stunned. Do you want to be so cruel?!

"Water Moon!" Seeing that the blood fog quickly disappeared into [Kunpeng], there was less and less contact. Feng Fuyao couldn't help shouting, "Use your [Dragon King]!"

Shuiyue stood still and blinked her eyes, then stepped back a few steps, staring closely at the changes that had taken place on [Kunpeng] without any response. It is very happy for her to see that the five families can become the four families.

Feng Fuyao looked at the indifferent Shuiyue without any movement, gritted his teeth, and then went up to a higher place in the wind with hatred.

Jin Xin was stunned at the moment of the explosion of the ancient dream.

At this time, only the bloodlight in the sky and the miserable glimpse thrown at him by the ancient dream before his death occupied his mind.

He suddenly felt empty in his heart, as if his heart had disappeared with the explosion of the ancient dream.

"Ah!" He suddenly roared and rushed in the direction of Gu Meng.

The wind and water are still strong, and his body has been destroyed and looks very miserable.

Several steps he had appeared next to [Kunpeng], tremblingly reached out and stroked the bright red blood. Jin Xin suddenly looked up to the sky and spewed out a large mouthful of blood.

His blood quickly mixed with the blood of Gu Meng, and he could no longer distinguish between you and me.

Stretching out his hand and rubbing in the air blankly, drops of blood kept dripping on his hands and body. Soon, he became a blood man.

The wind is roaring and the water is surging.

However, even with the roaring wind, the surging water could not wash away the blood from his body. It seems that the dead ancient dream also knew that this was her lover, and this was her lover's body. At this time, she couldn't bear to slip on his body.

"No!" Jin Xin looked up to the sky and roared in pain.

Although he was in the center of the explosion, the vitality storm formed by the explosion of the ancient dream seemed to know him, and a faint wind cloud protected his body to ensure that he would not be swallowed up by this chaotic vitality.

"For God, I would like to exchange half of my life for the dream of rebirth! Look at the sky and have mercy!" Jin Xin roared loudly. With this sentence, two lines of blood and tears slowly flowed down from the corners of his eyes, setting off the sadness of his image.

A flash of lightning suddenly crossed nine days, and then a drop of rain began to slide down.

Because it was winter, the raindrops were cold. After a while, Jin Xin's body had been frozen hard.

He knelt down devoutly on the earth, holding [Kunpeng] firmly with his stiff hands, and his face was also tightly attached to the blood, shouting in his heart.

After the lightning, there is thunder.

A winter thunder resounded through the world, and then a yellow dry grass under Jin Xin's feet had a trace of green.

A trace of green, a trace of vitality.

Jin Xin looked blankly at the particularly prominent and prosperous green in this winter, and opened his mouth and laughed silently.

His hair began to slowly turn white, his muscles began to relax slowly, and there was a trace of wrinkles in the corners of his eyes.

He felt that he was dozens of years old in an instant, like a candle in the wind, and could die at any time.

However, he laughed happily, as if the child got a long-awaited candy.

[Kunpeng] came with a trace of fluctuation, when he was familiar with the fluctuations of more than ten years.

"Meng'er..." He muttered softly, then closed his eyes and knelt down to the ground.

A gray figure quickly passed through the violent wind and swept away [Kunpeng] and the unconscious Jin Xin.

The strong wind finally disappeared, and the water was also collected by the moon.

The place is empty, and nothing is left.

Except for the green grass that trembles slightly in the cold winter wind.

Shuiyue and Feng Fuyao looked at each other and looked at the little blood left on the land and their faces became very ugly.

"Hmm!" Feng Fuyao stared at Shuiyue fiercely, and then disappeared in the wind.

The sky is still dark, and a crescent moon has reached the sky and shines lightly on the ground. After the baptism of strong wind and water, the night sky of the earth became more and more clean and pure, and the terrible hole on the ground became more and more shocking.

I don't know how long it took, the rooster sang, and a new day suddenly jumped out of the horizon.

It's dawn.

The world is bright and the earth is bloody.

※※I'm a lovely dividing line※※

Unlike Liu Qianer, who is worried that she is poor and only has money left. The news of the blockade of the Yue family in the human world spread to the Lin clan. Yue Jian was still indifferent to the Lin clan, and only issued a few secret orders.

And with the dawn, Lin Feng became more and more sad. He didn't know the blockade of the Liu Yue family by the five families, nor did he know the sniper killed by Jin Xingu Meng - even if he knew it, he would not care. What does this have to do with him?

On February 16, 999, Yonghe held a nineteenth-to-tenth competition. However, although he repaired his body, according to Zhuge, it was impossible for him to participate in the competition at this time.

"The patriarch's order, tens of thousands of people!" Lin Feng grasped his palm hard, and his sharp nails quickly cut through his immature palm, which had been reborn, and a drop of bright blood flowed out along the cut skin.

"..." Lin Feng looked at his delicate hand more and more distressedly and wanted to cry without tears: "Dear, do you dare to be tender?"

"Lin Feng, don't worry, isn't there 19 people today? If you can't say it, you will be empty. Li Qinglian sat at the head of the bed and looked at Lin Feng and comforted him softly, "You should know that you have always been lucky."

"Are the five families fools?" Lin Feng looked at Li Qinglian depressedly and said, "Take my life while I'm sick. The Millennium Big Big is held by them. Do you think they will give up this great opportunity to take my life?

"Well..." Li Qinglian blinked her eyes, looked at Lin Feng with a sad face, thought for a long time and continued to comfort him, "Don't worry, I will definitely fight to the end, drive Jin Yuejia, punch the lotus, and kick Yue Qingfeng to help you get those things."

"..." Lin Feng looked at Li Qinglian without tears, and his heart was secretly depressed. Dude, will you comfort people? Why don't you open which pot? But looking at Li Qinglian's sincere and firm eyes, these words could not be said. At present, he said more sullenly, "The special prize must be uncertain! As you can see, the five families have prepared a special gift for each of the 20 people who entered the finals. After all, it still doesn't work!"

"Walk, go to the game!" Looking at Li Qinglian, who was clumsy and wanted to continue to comfort Lin Feng, he came in impatiently and expelled him.

Li Qinglian's pretty face turned red, and she went out obediently without saying a word.

Lin Feng couldn't help but be stunned. How long has it been since Li Qinglian fell into the claws of Yue Mingxin?!

"I have an idea." Zhuge Ghost, who had been watching the bustle around, finally watched the bustle and looked at the fool Li Qinglian, who was driven away by Yuemingxin, and said with a smile.

"What's the way?" Lin Feng's eyes lit up and he looked at him with burning eyes.

"I'll pretend that you go to the game!" Zhuge ghost snapped his fingers proudly.

"Cut..." Yue Mingxin, who had been looking forward to it, and Lin Feng booed him in unison.

Is it vegetarian for you to be the five sword emperors? That's a super invincible enhanced radar! I'm afraid that Zhuge ghosts will be killed by the five old ghosts before they get on the stage and beat them to death in the name of counterfeiting