About ten miles away from Shimen Pass, there is a lake with crystal clear bottom. It is foggy today and the leaves around it are all wet. It is strange. The sun is shining brightly in the west and north of Shimen Pass, the wind is blowing in the east, but there is accumulation in the south. Rain clouds arose.
There was a man half squatting on the lake, with one foot submerged in the water. His head was broken, and blood flowed down his face. There were several cuts on his chest, and the old and new ones were bleeding. The blood was flowing along the The heels fell into the water and sank immediately. The man was panting heavily and very weak.
Not long after, four guys walked out side by side from the woods by the lake, Zuo Zhiwei, Little Matchmaker, Iron Arhat and an old monster from the Fallen Leaf Sect.
The person on the lake was naturally Mu Ziyun. During this hour, he was getting farther and farther away from the battlefield. The four guys deliberately opened a hole to let Mu Ziyun escape, with the purpose of driving him to a deserted place. In this place, no one would find him even if he died for several years. Mu Ziyun had been passive and had no choice. He used the physical skills of Transformation and Yan Xiu, hoping to catch the four of them, but who knew that those four guys were still there? They were chatting and laughing while they were away. When they were free, they would catch up and punch Mu Ziyun hard, mostly just for fun.
I couldn't run anymore, so I stopped here.
The Iron Arhat was inside a large transparent bell that was made of vicissitudes of life and was thick and vicissitudes of life. The technical name was the Death Bell, which made Mu Ziyun suffer a lot.
"Matchmaker" Iron Arhat crossed his hands and said slowly: "It's almost done, let's kill him."
Mu Ziyun gasped weakly and looked at the cold-faced little matchmaker walking towards him holding two swords. Mu Ziyun put his hands in the water, clasping them tightly, feeling very angry in his heart. His face suddenly twitched, and he grinned, "Hehe, hehehe." Mu Ziyun stood up and leaned to one side.
"Hey!" Mu Ziyun raised his head towards Zuo Zhiwei, "I've always wanted to ask you, are you a human or a ghost?"
"What did you say?" There was no wave in Zuo Zhiwei's eyes.
"You are in the cemetery, obviously dead."
The old monster was a little surprised and turned to ask Zuo Zhiwei: "What's dead? Ji, what happened?" After Zuo Zhiwei returned to the sect, he concealed a lot of things. He only said that he was separated from the elders and fell into He narrowly escaped from the trap.
Zuo Zhiwei didn't answer the old monster's words. He walked onto the lake and came to the little matchmaker. His voice was still lifeless: "You deserve to die. There's no need to talk too much nonsense."
"Maybe" Mu Ziyun smiled wantonly, "I really have no way out today, but" Mu Ziyun raised his right hand and lit the fire bead on his index finger, "If you want to kill me, you have to pay a price, I, Mu Zi, Yun can die, but he must drag someone to die with him." Staring at Zuo Zhiwei and the little matchmaker, Mu Ziyun laughed: "Just the two of you, let's go to hell together!"
boom! Mu Ziyun raised his fire fist and hit the lake water at his feet. The lake surface suddenly stirred up a mist, hiding Mu Ziyun's body. Zuo Zhiwei snorted and said contemptuously: "Young man's trick!" Then he raised his right foot in front of his head, With one kick, the water mist was split into two.
Before the water mist merged, the little matchmaker rushed in with two swords.
Bang, in the hissing mist, the little matchmaker's swords were caught by two fire claws. The flames burned the blades red, and two burnt-yellow eyes came close to the little matchmaker's face.
The little matchmaker immediately withdrew her hand, and before the flames covered herself, she jumped behind Mu Ziyun. A knife flashed out of her sleeves, and she quickly thrust it into Mu Ziyun's body. There was a pop, but it didn't seem to be inserted into the flesh. It turned out that Mu Ziyun had been stabbed again. Yun caught it, her clothes fluttered, her body turned in a circle, and in the mist, the shadows of two little matchmakers appeared.
Both shadows were able to detect Mu Ziyun's movements, and Zhao Zhao took advantage of them. Mu Ziyun could dodge nine moves, so he would definitely hit one of them. The little matchmaker's red dress was also weird, like a frivolous piece of clothing. Armor cannot be penetrated or burned.
At this time, Zuo Zhiwei also came over. This guy didn't have that much trouble, and it was a deadly move. His soul-grabbing match with the little matchmaker's needle was perfect, and it gradually suppressed Mu Ziyun.
"Try it!" Mu Ziyun put the fire beads in his palms, gathered his luck, and shouted: "Burning Heaven and Fire Lotus" Without the help of the white lotus cry, only four or five fire lotuses appeared, and They are no bigger than a washbasin.
Zuo Zhiwei kicked one leg in the air, and standing on his leg was the little matchmaker. Within a few breaths, Zuo Zhiwei created a wind ball as big as the mouth of a well, and threw it towards Mu Ziyun. The little matchmaker turned into two more, combined with the wind ball, turned into a phantom, and killed Mu Ziyun. past.
Mu Ziyun condensed a wall of fire energy. The moment the wind ball hit, the little matchmaker's knife cut in. Mu Ziyun took the white blade with both hands, pushed it aside, and spit out flames towards the little matchmaker. The little matchmaker immediately covered her face with her clothes. , but two flying knives were kicked out from his feet.
The flying knife was within a few feet, guided by the wind of Zuo Zhiwei's feet, and pierced Mu Ziyun's abdomen, only one hit, and it penetrated a few inches deep. Mu Ziyun burst into a ball of flames in anger and pushed the two of them out. At this moment, a big bell fell from the sky and caught Mu Ziyun.
The Iron Arhat immediately flew to the big clock and punched the clock. The fog around him was shaken away by the air wave. Mu Ziyun knelt and leaned against the clock, vomiting blood and holding the water with both hands.
Iron Arhat stood next to the big clock, touched his chin, looked at Mu Ziyun, and said, "You're lucky enough to survive, but you didn't die."
The old monster from the Fallen Leaf Sect walked over and said with a sinister smile: "It's such a loud noise. It's so effective even if Master Tie doesn't use any force. If he uses all his strength, this kid will be shaken to pieces."
Mu Ziyun fiercely pushed himself up, stood in the bell and swung a fire fist. This death bell was extremely strong, and it did not even tremble after the fire fist hit it.
Tie Luohan laughed and said: "Senior Li hasn't shown his skills yet, which really makes me happy."
"It's not that I'm not going to move. I promised to push this kid far away. I'm afraid that I'll kick this kid to death. But now is a good time. Since the Iron Master is interested, I'll show my shame. ."
"Okay, okay, senior Li just kicks this bell. My death bell is very interesting. If someone hits someone, if you knock it lightly on the outside, it will be like an earthquake inside. I believe that if senior Li kicks it up, , I’m afraid this kid will be shocked into anger. "
"Oh? Can you really kick it? It would be bad if it breaks the Iron Master's technique."
"Hey, it doesn't matter. My bell can't be broken. Senior, just feel free to kick it."
Mu Ziyun couldn't hear the sound outside, so he saw the old monster raised one foot and pointed the tip of his toe at the big clock. Mu Ziyun covered his body with fire energy as quickly as possible, even holding the fire beads in his mouth, letting the fire slurry flowing out of it protect his body. Although he knew it was useless, Mu Ziyun still covered his ears with his hands, and tried his best to Huddle together.
From the moment the sound sounded, Mu Ziyun lost consciousness. Most of the bones in his body were shattered. His five orifices were bleeding, especially his ears. The flesh inside was turned out. It was so miserable, like a puddle of mud, floating on the lake. , a fire bead fell from his mouth, and the color became very dim. It was pitiful that Mu Ziyun ended up like this at such a good age.
There was even a stench in the air, and it seemed that even the organs in his body were in chaos. The little matchmaker's eyes trembled, and she quietly showed a look of pity. Zuo Zhiwei only glanced at it, and then moved his head away. . The old monster and the Iron Arhat praised each other, talking about the power of the legs and the strength of the bell.
"Hey, this kid is quite powerful," Tie Luohan said. "At least he still looks like a human being. I would like to think that he will at least be broken into a few pieces."
The old monster said: "Iron Master, our cooperation."
"Oh!" Iron Arhat rubbed his hands, "Since this kid is dead, there is no reason for Qingfeng Mountain to be afraid. Let them fight to the death with Changke Zong."
"Okay, I'll go back and ask the Luoye Sect to withdraw from the battlefield. Grain Dragon Valley is our goal."
"Senior Li, we have agreed that after the war is over, that code..."
"Don't worry, our Luoye Sect will keep our word. When the time comes, the Dragon Grain Valley will be divided into two, and the magic power in Huzhou will be dominated by our two sects in the future."
The two laughed loudly. Zuo Zhiwei suddenly felt some breath. He looked at Mu Ziyun suspiciously, carefully observed the formation, and said in surprise: "He still has breath."
"Ah?" Iron Arhat looked in disbelief, and touched Mu Ziyun's face with his foot, and saw that the blood-red tip of his nose was floating slightly, "Oh! It's true! My dear, this kid's life is so hard." , you won’t die even if you do this!”
The old monster also sighed: "It is right to kill him. With this kind of talent, if he waits for him to establish a foothold in Huzhou, no one can shake his status."
Tie Luohan shook his head, formed martial energy from his palm, and hit Mu Ziyun on the head. Just before the martial energy crushed Mu Ziyun's head, an orange energy enveloped Mu Ziyun's body.
The old monster, Iron Arhat, Zuo Zhiwei and Little Matchmaker were completely shocked by this energy, especially Iron Arhat. His body actually shook twice. The four of them turned their heads and looked at the same place.
I don't know when the fog reappeared on the lake. In the fog, there was a figure standing, very blurry.
Sweat dripped from Iron Arhat's forehead, and he opened his mouth and said in disbelief: "You, you, save him?"
"Yes." The voice of the man in the mist was very peaceful, "I want to save him."
"It's hard to save him, he's already like this." Iron Arhat glanced at the old monster, but it wasn't to ask him to prepare for attack, but to retreat.
The man in the mist replied: "I have a way to save him."
"This is a matter between our sects. It has nothing to do with your sect. As far as I know, your two sects have not formed an alliance." Iron Arhat was suddenly stunned and said in surprise: "You have formed an alliance?"
"No"
"Then why are you minding your own business!"
"Because he is useful to our sect, even if we don't form an alliance, I don't want him to die."
"Haha, what if our two sects insist on killing him."
There was a calm moment on the lake, and two things appeared in the mist. Oh my God, they turned out to be two eyes, one as green as emerald, and one as yellow as the scorching sun. "Alas!" The man sighed heavily, "When will grievances be repaid?" Well, why not leave a way for each other to survive."
"In other words, I, the Iron Arhat, can't kill him today."
The shadows in the mist became even more blurry. Only those two eyes were dazzling. The man was quiet for a long time before saying: "Everything has its own destiny. Even if I don't take action today, he will not die. I saved him because of his personal kindness." That’s all.”
Iron Arhat clenched his fists and glared at Mu Ziyun at his feet unwillingly. He waved his hand and flew back. Although the little matchmaker was puzzled, she followed quickly.
Zuo Zhiwei asked the old monster in a low voice in confusion: "Aren't you going to kill him?"
"Shut up!" the old monster said hurriedly: "Consider this kid lucky, hey! It's really a shame that he could be saved after dying like this! Let's go!" The old monster also ran away with Zuo Zhiwei.
The orange magic energy surrounding Mu Ziyun lifted Mu Ziyun into the air and floated into the mist. The person in the mist put a pill into Mu Ziyun's mouth, and then disappeared with him.
In the mountains and forests beside the lake, there are two guys standing in a hidden place. They are both familiar faces, Yao Yu - Jing (Youmian Xiaosheng) and Yao You - Zu Changshou, the ghost of yin and yang.
The Yin Yang Ghost said to Jing: "Why was he snatched away? Is Lin Lufeng still interested in this guy?"
Jing's body was shiny with oil, his lips were parted, and his voice was thin: "Go back and let Listen find out."
It seemed that the man in the mist was right. Even if he didn't take action, Mu Ziyun would be rescued by the demon, but the outcome would be a little different.
