Chapter 219 The Only Opportunity

The saint of Tianchi was destroyed, and there was no bone residue left. What if it was a pink beauty? Many people sighed in their hearts, and even some people began to scold Zhuge Fuliang for being cold-blooded and murderous and destroying flowers.

"You... Little bastard, remember!" The two elders of Tianchi's faces were blue and they gritted their teeth.

Zhuge Fuliang fell from mid-air, and the bricks were suspended above his head. Zhuge Fuliang's silent eyes swept over everyone present, touched the eyes, all of them changed color, and subconsciously avoided the eyes like a dead abyss. That look seems to destroy people's souls.

"Who else?" Zhuge Buteng's cold voice resounded through the void, but no one felt it. Even a figure like the saint of Tianchi fell into his hands. Who else would be his opponent among the young people in Kyushu?

The sword stood up red and struggled. There was blood on the corners of his mouth, and his face was pale. The blood sword in his hand trembled gently and the blood was lingering.

"I... Sooner or later, I will defeat you!" The sword floated red and wiped off the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, and his voice was almost hoarse.

Zhuge Buchong snorted coldly, his eyes glanced, and his dead pupils turned. The sword floated red and snorted, and his face suddenly turned pale, half squatting on the ground.

Everyone took a deep breath. What kind of strength is this? Just one look can make the sword that is invincible to the young generation be hit hard.

Zhuge Bulao glanced at several elder figures, who gritted their teeth, especially the two elders in Tianchi, who couldn't wait to tear up Zhuge Bu Liang. But the huge thing standing there, everyone is convinced that as long as one of the elders does it, he will definitely take action without mercy.

Zhuge Wuliang walked to the side of the little sword spirit. The little sword spirit's body was weak and faint, and he couldn't help sobbing. Its spirit almost disappeared.

"Woo-woo~~~" A pair of watery eyes of the little guy looked at Zhuge Wuliang pitifully.

"Little thing, I've wronged you." Zhuge Bliang dotingly wiped the head of the little sword spirit and took out a flying sword. The little sword spirit turned into a blue light and penetrated into the flying sword.

This time, the little sword spirit has suffered too much damage. Without long-term cultivation, it seems that it will not return to its peak state.

Yin Mengli is still like a strange withered, and the blood-stained clothes are shocking, and the exquisite face is sad, beautiful and pale. Zhuge Fuliang couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart. He walked over and picked up Yin Mengli's body. He poured into Yin Mengli's body, and Zhuge Fuliang's pale face showed a trace of joy, and Yin Mengli still had a trace of life.

"Brother~~" Lin'er and a group of female disciples came up and looked at Yin Mengli in Zhuge Bright's arms, which was gloomy and sad.

"Let's go." Zhuge Fuliang said.

At this time, the black coffin flew up and drew a dark crack in the void. Fallen to the sky glanced at the elders of the major forces, hummed softly, and rose up in the air.

Zhuge Buchong also took the rest of the Yaohai faction and flew to the dark void crack. A group of female disciples in Biluo Palace lifted the body of the elder Biluo and flew into the void crack.

The people of the major factions looked at each other, and their faces showed a bitter look. The elders of several major factions were pale and could only watch Zhuge Fuliang and others leave, which could not be stopped at all.

The crack is closed, and the void is restored to tranquility.

"Two seniors, we..." The two elders in Tianchi looked at the master of the god period.

"For the time being, let them go. I don't believe that the fallen heaven can protect him forever!" An old man in the divine period snorted coldly.

......

Thousands of miles away, the void crack opened, and Zhuge Fuliang and a group of Yaohai faction flew out of it. With the powerful guardian of the fallen sky, there is no danger for them to shuttle between the void.

"Senior, please save her." Zhuge Buliang came to the fallen sky and held Yin Mengli's body in his arms. At present, he is the only one who can save Yin Mengli.

The empty eyes of the fallen sky have no waves and say, "Save people, I won't..."

Zhuge Butang's face turned pale. His meaning is obvious. He can only kill people and will not save people.

"But senior, if you can't save her, who else can take her?" Zhuge Butang was a little excited. He felt that there was still a trace of vitality in Yin Mengli's body, but this vitality was getting weaker and weaker.

"The vast Kyushu, there are many strange people, don't be too limited in vision." Falling into the sky said, there was still no expression on his face.

Zhuge Fuliang was silent and looked at the blood-stained beauty in his arms, with a burst of melancholy in his heart.

"Don't forget what you promised me." The fallen sky said, and his eyes looked calmly.

Zhuge Bu Liang clenched his teeth. After pondering for a long time, he said, "Ten days, please give me seven days."

He nodded and said, "Okay! I'll come to you in seven days."

After saying that, the figure of the fallen sky suddenly disappeared in place, and the black coffin also disappeared with the departure of the fallen sky.

"What are you going to do?" Zhuge Bliang looked at the rest of the Yaohai faction, including the head of the moon.

In the middle of the moon, he gave Zhuge Fuliang a grateful look. Although the Yaohai faction no longer existed, if it hadn't been for the appearance of Zhuge Fuliang, I'm afraid that even the remaining disciples of the Yaohai faction would have been cut off their lives.

The moon sky glanced at the crowd and said, "The Yaohai faction no longer exists. I'm ashamed of my ancestors. If you are willing to leave, I won't force it."

Zhuge Ming took a step forward and said, "I want to go home and have a look first."

Behind him, Zhuge Muyan also nodded.

Zhuge Ming glanced at Zhuge Fuliang, nodded, left with Zhuge Muyan, and flew in the direction of Qingzhou.

After that, several other disciples chose to leave. Yue Zhongtian did not stop them and let them leave.

"Brother, I want to go with you." Lin'er came up and came to Zhuge Fuliang's side. Now her cultivation has fallen to the Jindan period, from the original master of Kyushu to the trough.

Pang Xiner's charming face was a burst of loss, and she whispered, "Grandpa turned to Tianchi, I... I don't know where to change." With that, his white palm gently stroked the pair of angel wings on the back of his hand.

"Okay, you leave with me, and I'll help you find a place to stay." Zhuge Buchang said that Zhuge Buchang had a complicated feeling for Pang Xiner. At the beginning, Pang Xiner was one of her few friends in the Yaohai School, but because of Elder Pang, the two always maintained a close relationship.

Zhuge Fuliang looked at the rest of the people and said, "You'd better go overseas for a period of time and make plans when the storm subsides."

Looking at Li Kewei and others, Zhuge Fuliang said, "You can follow the leader and leave first. When you go overseas, I hope you can avoid this disaster."

After hurriedly saying goodbye, Zhuge Buli hugged Yin Mengli and flew to the distant sky with Lin'er and Pang Xin'er. At present, it is not the time of life and death. Yin Mengli's life is what Zhuge Buliang is most concerned about.

Zhuge Fuliang first entered the Yuanying period, and his cultivation reached the realm of Yukong. An invisible fluctuation wrapped Lin'er and Pang Xin'er, and he flew away at a high speed.

"Brother, where are we going?" Lin'er asked.

"Find someone. If he can't do anything about it, I really don't know what to do." Zhuge Fuliang frowned and said.

A day later, the three came to a continuous mountain range, which was the place where Zhuge Fuliang and Su Xiaobai happened to meet the "jue" organization. He believes that perhaps the only one who can save Yin Mengli now is the mysterious old man in the valley, Xia Dongliu.

That's an old man at the peak of the divine period, and there will always be a way.

At the beginning, Xia Dongliu promised Zhuge Fuliang that he owed him a favor. Now he is Yin Mengli's only life-saving straw.

When he came to the valley again, Zhuge was not bright, and Lin'er and Pang Xin'er fell into shape.

"Squeak!"

A gray-haired monkey jumped down from an ancient tree. Seeing Zhuge Wuliang, the gray-haired monkey grinned and opened its teeth and claws at several people.

"Little monkey, I want to see your master." Zhuge Fuliang said.

"Squeak!" The gray-haired monkey jumped on Zhuge's shoulder and turned left and right on Zhuge's body, as if looking for something.

"The little sword spirit is injured and can't play with you." Zhuge Buzuo showed a wry smile. This gray-haired monkey is actually looking for the little sword spirit. In the first few days when Zhuge Bright was in the valley, Xiao Jianling could be said to be the only playmate of the gray-haired monkey.

"Monkey, bring them in."

In the valley, the sound of Xia Dongliu came from the valley.

The gray-haired monkey grind reluctantly, jumped off Zhuge's shoulder, and led several people into the valley. There is a ban on walking outside this valley, except for Xia Dongliu and this gray-haired monkey to enter the valley all night.

Come to this beautiful paradise again. At this moment, in front of the hut, Xia Dongliu is leisurely tasting tea.

"Senior, please help her." Zhuge Buliang hugged Yin Mengli and walked in front of Xia Dongliu in two steps.

Xia Dongliu stood up. He held a crutch in his hand and looked at Yin Mengli in Zhuge's arms. He couldn't help frowning: "Is it hurt by the people of Tianchi?"

Xia Dongliu is worthy of being the strong man at the peak of the Huashen period. With just one look, he has seen that Yin Mengli was probably injured.

"There is still a trace of life, but it's too weak. I'll try my best." Xia Dongliu nodded: "Put her in the hut."

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Outside the hut, Zhuge is not bright, Lin'er and Pang Xin'er are waiting. It has been a day and a night for Xia Dong to flow in, and no news has come out yet. On this day and night, Zhuge Buli's spirit was tense all the time.

Lin'er sat quietly and quiet. This time, the major faction besieged the Yaohai faction. Lin'er was seriously injured, and she couldn't recover for ten days and a half months.

"Sister Mengli will be fine. Don't worry." Pang Xiner sat next to Zhuge Fuliang and comforted him softly.

Looking at Zhuge Bright's increasingly haggard face, Pang Xiner's nose wrinkled slightly. She had never seen Zhuge Bright's mood so depressed.

Zhuge Bu Liang's face was extremely pale, and he squeezed out a smile.

"I... At the beginning of Fengmang Mountain, we haven't seen each other for more than ten years. Pang Xiner lowered her head and said softly.