There is a sandy land in the Western Region, very close to Luanfeng Valley. The sand is red sand and the soil is loess. Within a few steps there will be a mound with one or two corpses buried. The fighting here has never stopped since last night.
Several groups of people stood separately. The one sitting farthest away and watching the battle was the demon. There were more than a dozen demon masterpieces floating in the sky. They stood in concentric circles on the ground. The outer layer was made of living things made after the Tianhe Gate fell. Among the dead, on the inner level, were the mute and the only fifty remaining disciples.
All the other heads are dead, and the remaining ones will die sooner or later. Once they die, they will directly become the living dead, and they will in turn deal with the living people. What's hateful is that the demon can't tell the reason for doing these things. He just wants them to die and hasn't given them a chance to negotiate.
"Master, our Tianhe Sect is going to die, wuwu"
The mute was protected among them. After all, he was only seventeen or eighteen years old, and he had long been in despair. In the blink of an eye, blood splattered on the necks of all the disciples, and there was a pool of blood at their feet.
Before the mute could react, he saw the disciples who had just fallen standing on the opposite side with expressionless faces. Among them, half a stranger's body appeared out of thin air, floating like smoke. The mute recognized him, Mo Chaozhen, the respected man of Changke Zong.
There were more than 500 people in front of him, most of whom were familiar faces. Unfortunately, he was mute, but he was alone. In this miserable situation, he could only fight wave after wave with the warriors of the Tianhe Gate, but the end was already there. Destined.
"Kill" the mute said his last voice while scratching his throat. The bodies of the living dead within thirty feet all turned black, but without their living mechanism, it would be better to cut off one of their little fingers if they were poisoned.
In the Kaigu Great Demon state, the mute sat cross-legged, and the living dead people did not move. It seemed that the demon just wanted to have some fun. The mute's body became darker and darker, but the poisonous gas emitted gradually decreased. A film formed on the periphery of the skin, tightly wrapping his body.
The mute had one eye left, which contained some kind of resentment and pain. He stared helplessly at the Yin Yang ghost in the distance who was smiling and watching the show. That was the enemy who killed his master. It was a pity that he could not do anything but I will die quietly in this windy sand.
Yao Jing touched his chin, opened his mouth and wondered: "What else can he do? He has such a good body, he will definitely become a perfect masterpiece, hehehehehe."
In the poisonous gas, the eyeball that leaked out suddenly retracted, and a ball of blood poured out from everywhere to dye it red. After a long time, the eyeball stopped trembling. Although it was staring straight ahead, it had lost its vitality. Slowly Encased in poisonous gas.
A gust of wind blew, and the poisonous gas that still maintained the human shape was instantly dispersed. The monsters flew over, and the Yin Yang ghost said: "What kind of method is this? Could it be that he escaped from the ground?"
The dog in Bai Yao's arms stretched out its neck, sniffed the air, and then barked twice. Bai Yao said: "He is dead and his smell has disappeared."
The demons were surprised for a rare moment. It turned out that the mute used poisonous gas to corrode his body in order to prevent himself from becoming a living dead. Yao Jing said: "Interesting, it's a pity to have this body."
In the Tianmen Hall at Linlu Peak in the Northern Territory, Sun Qiji was drinking tea with Shitou when he suddenly sighed. Shitou asked: "Sir, what happened?"
Sun Qiji sighed: "I originally thought that meeting Mu Ziyun would change his destiny, but I didn't expect that he would die after all. Although he is young, he is the person I admire most in Huzhou. I can predict the next five years in the world. I have searched carefully for hundreds of years, but no genius like him has appeared again."
"Who are you talking about, sir?"
"Head Ouyang of Tianhe Sect." Sun Qiji said after drinking tea.
"Mute!" Shitou was startled, and then felt regretful, "I thought he would share the world equally with Zuo Zhiwei, Mu Ziyun, and you, sir. Unexpectedly, he died early."
"It's early, but he's not the first." Sun Qiji picked up some tea leaves in the water. "Some people have died long ago, but they are just living in embarrassment with their rotting skins."
"Eh? Sir, why do you think the mute is the best? Haven't you been helping Mu Ziyun? Moreover, you said that he might be the one who saves me, Lin Lufeng, in the future."
After being silent for a long time, Sun Qiji said: "I can ascertain the path of life and death, fate, marriage, and heaven. Mu Ziyun said that it should be something outside of humanity. It is the same as the things brought back from Luoma River and cannot be used. To explain it with ordinary human principles, this kind of person has advantages beyond our thinking in advance. He should be strong. I didn't intend to list him as a genius. Look at him. He has risen more than Zuo Zhiwei and Ouyang. It will be later, even for a period of time in our sect’s information, he has never been on the stage. In fact, this kind of person has no talent, and everything depends on external forces.”
"Zuo Zhiwei is the only person with an excellent body that the Luoye Sect has found for hundreds of years. In the past, people had to inherit the title of "achievement" in middle age, but he obtained it at the age of nineteen. The talent is evident. In a sense, Master Ouyang, like Zuo Zhiwei, also possesses a very rare body. He was picked up by Ouyang Bai when he was five years old. At the age of ten, he was able to create all the medicines in Tianhe Sect. Starting at the age of twelve, he After studying the poison method for only two years, his attainments surpassed that of Ouyang Bai. All warriors and mages have spent their entire lives seeking a way out of the mortal world, but little did they know that those two people had reached that realm long ago. These are the truly talented people. !”
In the marching camp at the foot of Bu Pumen Mountain
Another bucket of hot soup was carried into Zuo Zhiwei's tent. He had been taking a bath since last night. He didn't know what was wrong with him. The disciples outside were talking about it, and they all guessed what kind of technique Zuo Zhiwei was practicing, or What injuries were sustained.
In the camp, Zuo Zhiwei lay in the scalding hot soup, wiping his body over and over again. His skin was scratched in several places. Even if he was given medicine, it could not be healed. There was an increasingly obvious smell exuding from his body. I tried dozens of spices but still couldn’t cover it up.
Looking at the soul in his right hand, Zuo Zhiwei gradually lost consciousness, "Am I dead?" This question kept appearing in his mind, slowly breaking his heart. He punched the hot soup and splashed it with both hands. He held his head and sank into the soup. He grumbled for a while, then stood up suddenly. He began to hate the demon, the leader, and himself.
Since the group of old monsters learned about Zuo Zhiwei, they have already prepared for the worst. Once the soul harvesting fails, they will immediately restrain him to avoid having another troublesome enemy. Of course, this news cannot be told to the disciples and elders. Zuo Zhiwei has become the leader in their hearts. It is important to have a strong spiritual support during the war.
"Lord Ji."
"Come in."
A disciple walked in with his head lowered. When he got closer, he suddenly smelled some stench and couldn't help but cover his nose. As soon as he looked up, he saw Zuo Zhiwei staring at him coldly. The disciple was startled and quickly put his hands down and said: "Some of the Bu Pu disciples on the mountain surrendered and threw away all their magic tools. Now they are being beaten by the disciples." We are taking care of it, and the elders sent me to ask what to do."
"Kill them directly, leaving no one alive."
The disciple was a little stunned, but he didn't dare to disobey. He lowered his head and said yes, and hurriedly retreated.
Zuo Zhiwei sat back in the hot soup and said to himself: "Little trick, I won't give you any chance to turn over!"
