Chapter 178 The end of life is despair
Without the shackles of eyes, the empty mind may be able to see farther and deeper.
"Go to rest in peace," Duan Fei knows that this old monster's martial arts skills are quite awesome. If this boy is really brought back to life, it will be more stable to send him back to Huangquan as soon as possible.
"If you had known this, why did you do it at the beginning!" Empty eyes look back at the desolate valley.
Duan Fei put away the long sword in his hand. He suddenly remembered one thing. Murong Gui was a bloody lesson. How could he return to his mistakes? The sword is his first reaction, but it is not the most appropriate way to deal with it. Even if he stabbed his body to pieces, it can't solve this lost soul.
Soul attack, only by destroying his soul can he be right. Thinking of this, Duan Fei is no longer afraid. Although this person's martial arts skills are very high, as soon as he dies, his true spirit dissipates, and his century of practice disappears. What he is now is just a resentment that has been waiting for three days.
Primary resentment.
Duan Fei waved his hand, and the ice wall in front of him instantly turned into a water mist and dispersed. He plans to do a test to whether a strong body will be stronger.
The resentment spirit is still staggering forward, chanting words in his mouth.
Duan Fei's body shook, and two flying knives went straight to the empty soul. As soon as he went up and down, the speed of the flying knife above was relatively slow. What he ran to his chest, and the flying knife below was extremely fast, like a flash of lightning pricking into his lower abdomen.
The flying knife hit the Taikoo fairy clothes, bounced them and fell to the ground. The Taikoo fairy clothes were really powerful, and directly dissipated the true qi attached to the flying knife. Then they looked at another flying knife, sticking to the hole in the Taikoo fairy clothes and plunged into the blood hole. Duan Fei's momentum was shocked, and the flying knife stirred in the blood hole.
Through the true qi induction, Duan Fei felt that the flying knife was like scraping hard rocks in a pile of dead meat. Unexpectedly, his body had died for three days, and his body was still so strong. It seemed that the body of the strong was still very different from that of the weak.
No wonder the thousand-year-old resentment wants to live in a physical place like Murong Chui. People's physical quality will not be treated equally because of death. The body of the strong is obviously better than the weak.
This also illustrates another problem: "The practice itself can lead to changes in the physical structure."
Duan Fei grabbed the void with his left hand and tried to take back his little knife. Unexpectedly, he failed. The knife was caught by Murong Gui's carrion, which was even more shocking.
Not to mention the body that has died for three days, even if it is a living human body, it is not so easy to clamp the real flying knife. Murong Gui's corrupt bone and flesh that has been dead for three days can actually haunt his flying knife, which shows that Murong Gui's body is quite strong and domineering.
If such a body is captured by resentment, it will leave a super scourge in the world. His body must be destroyed. Duan Fei secretly made up his mind that this is not out of personal resentment at all. If you are offended, Murong Gui can't settle down even if he dies, there is nothing he can do.
Now think about how wise it is for those Taoist monks to choose cremation. On the one hand, it avoids your body being a tool for others, and at the same time, it also reduces a potential major threat to the world.
Buddha said that whoever will go to hell if I don't go to hell.
Duan Fei decided to try again. His body shook, and the flying knife that fell to the ground turned over and pierced Murong Gui's blood hole. The spinning drill of this flying knife entered, and the tip of the knife was like an alloy drill, spinning violently into Murong Gui's heart.
Sticking to the damaged ancient fairy clothes, the blood hole when the knife was pierced, it was on the posterior pleura and could not get in. Another flying knife sank in. There is no need to try again. This body is stronger than fine steel and can be burned directly.
Duan Fei grabbed the void with his right hand and went straight to the incomplete body. After all, the meat structure is different from fine steel. The water-containing protein structure composed of organic substances cannot resist the firing of flames.
The skin quickly turned into yellow smoke, and the fragile soul twisted and struggled in the firelight. The strong ancient fairy clothes hung on the burnt yellow skeleton with a torn hole.
"Haven't you give up yet?" Duan Fei questioned the primary resentment who was struggling in the fire.
Without the support of skin and flesh, the broken ancient fairy clothes soon collapsed, revealing a burnt yellow skeleton.
The skeleton kneled down, and his dilapid eyes stared at Duan Fei's face. Two drops of blood-red tears rolled out of his withered eyes: "Duan Shaoxia, please let me take a look at the magic weapon, please!"
"You gather a resentment and refuse to return just to take a look at the phantom snake wand?"
"Yes, yes" The burnt yellow skeleton nodded desperately, and the skeleton hair that lost its skin and skin support made a bone fricative sound.
Poor guy has been dead for three days and still remembers this thing.
"Do you think such a result is worth it?" Duan Fei stared at the old skeleton that kowtowed desperately on the ground. Is this the Murong Gui who shocked the world?
10,000 people have been found, and 10,000 people will not believe this fact.
The fact is the truth. Duan Fei grabbed the void with both hands and withdrew two small knives from the ground. Just now, these two little things were caught by his skin and flesh, and now they can return to their original position.
"Please, please," the thin skeleton still knelt on the ground and kowtowed desperately like garlic.
Do you want to satisfy its deformity? People say that everyone is equal before death, whether it is an emperor or a beggar. After death, there is nothing but a pile of bones. There is never equality in life. Is there any meaning for equality when people die?
Duan Fei is not a ruthless person to the end. His body shook, and a dark purple pin floated in mid-air.
The burnt yellow skeleton stood up slowly, and a pair of finger bones couldn't stop shaking.
"Do you know? In order to get it, I am willing to give everything I have. As long as I can look at it, I will have no regret in my life.
"What on earth is it?"
The Jiaohuang skeleton rushed up, and he chose an extremely dangerous and deadly action. Duan Fei's action was faster than him, not an action, but an idea--
The speed of ideas is thousands of times that of action. Not to mention this skinny skeleton, even if Murong Gui is reborn and resurrected, his speed can't be compared with Duan Fei's thoughts. These two things are not at the same level of measurement at all.
The idea of a person who is so perverted that it can be faster is no longer a human concept.
The thin skeleton fell on its knees in despair, and the two black gums couldn't help bumping against each other.
Despair itself is a kind of soul killing.
He died and really died. He didn't explain his past until he died. The old story between him and the magic snake wand dissipated with the wind.
Duan Fei holds the dark purple magic weapon. What kind of past and present life does it have?
The wind blows the dust of the past from outside the mountain.
Duan Fei waved his hand and spread a large bundle of dead branches and leaves on the old skeleton's body in the strong wind outside the mountain. Then, he turned around and threw away with a fire dance and left, facing the fierce mountain wind.
Frankly speaking, in the face of thousands of years of resentment, Duan Fei is not sure about this battle.
He didn't know where the other party's soul core was and whether it had been cultivated into the Yuanshen Palace. He hid far behind the resentment spirit. Anyway, he abolished his right arm first. At this point, more than a dozen red lights have passed.
The guy was lying on a girl and chewing a fresh heart, eating hard, and more than a dozen black snakes stabbed into his right arm.
"Pa, pa, pa" bursts of crisp sound, and Bai Sensen's right arm turned into fragments and scattered everywhere.
The guy was in a good mood, but suddenly a hand disappeared, and he was so angry that he screamed strangely. As soon as he raised his hand, half a bloody heart flew over.
This guy's mouth is full of viruses and bacteria. Duan Fei is now rich and prosperous. At a young age, he doesn't want to provoke mutant viruses and other things. His left hand is full of internal force, a fire dance, and then frozen.
It is safer to burn it for a while, and then block it with an ice wall for a while.
After all, Duan Fei is a good teenager. He has always been wary of the alien virus. As soon as he comes up, he has a double protective wall of ice and fire.
Blood hit the fire, "chi, chi" emitted bursts of pungent thick smoke, and half of the heart directly hit the ice wall and slid down along the wall. In front of Duan Fei, there was a string of thick smoke and a blood mist pattern.
He stepped back two steps, and his right hand blocked it with another fire dance and ice.
In the face of this evil monster, Duan Fei maintained 10,000 cautions.