Two quarters of an hour later,
The battle is coming to an end. The originally flat and dense mountain forests have now collapsed piece by piece. Many of the ground is still covered with ice crystals left over from the battle just now.
"boom!!"
The last roar came, the battle returned to calm, and everything around was eerily quiet.
The burly man lay on his back in the middle of a large pit, looking at the silent sky with the full moon hanging high, and exhaled a long breath:
"The hoo is finally over."
After saying that, after lying quietly for a few breaths, the burly man struggled to stand up, with still some lingering fear in his eyes.
Those two people just now were really strong, but luckily the other party was careless.
Thinking about it, the burly man shook his head gently, picked up a bloody severed hand on the side, and walked slowly towards the edge of the pit.
Next to the big pit where he was, there was a river flowing down from the mountains, but at this moment, the valley formed by this small river had dried up. The number of collapses and the gravel pit caused by the aftermath of the battle had cut off the entire river.
Scanning his eyes, the burly man quickly found the target he was looking for.
An old man with short hair and a broken arm standing beside a broken river valley.
When he got closer to the other party, the old man with short arm and short hair looked back at the burly man and said in a cold voice:
"Are you okay?"
The burly man smiled reluctantly and whispered:
"My injury is fine, but it's a pity Zhou Jing"
"No. B!" The old man interrupted the other party's intention to tell his name. They could not leave any traces.
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The burly man was stunned when he heard this, then nodded and changed his words:
"It's a pity that No. C is dead."
After saying that, he glanced towards the forest a hundred feet away.
There is a body there.
It belonged to the slightly fat woman. After her whole body was frozen into an ice sculpture, she was punched through the chest.
The short-haired old man seemed very indifferent when he saw the death of his companion, and said softly:
"It doesn't matter, No. C's life or death is not important."
The burly man was a little dissatisfied with the old man's cold-bloodedness, but in the end he didn't say anything and glanced in the direction where the woman Yuan Qi disappeared just now:
"What about Ran Qingmo?"
The short-haired old man whispered:
"It doesn't matter. She has been seriously injured. She won't be able to run very far after I planted the mark. I will chase her later."
"What if we can't catch up?" The burly man hesitated: "This woman probably has some backup plans."
The short-haired old man hesitated slightly:
"It doesn't matter. It takes about three days to run back and forth to the county town closest to Shengshan with a third-level cultivation level. It's enough for us to destroy all traces. It's just that the plan may have to be postponed. After all, the prime minister's government is most likely involved."
After a pause, the burly man whispered to the old man again:
"Where was that man just now?"
The short-haired old man didn't say anything. He raised his hand and pointed at a large pit in the middle of the river valley not far away.
The burly man glanced over there.
All the flesh and blood of the man who suddenly attacked had disappeared, leaving only a withered skeleton and a bloody robe lying quietly in the middle of the pit.
Looking away, the burly man's eyes showed a hint of amusement:
"If this person sneaks up on me or No. B, the three of us might really end up here. It's a pity that he chose to sneak up on you, old man."
The short-haired old man glanced at the burly man and said softly:
"Some of this person's methods are very strange. His own cultivation level is only around the seventh level. He is able to explode the source energy of around the third level with the help of foreign objects."
The burly man laughed when he heard this:
"You old man, you have the nerve to say that other people's skills are weird? Your own skills are truly weird. To be honest, sometimes I feel that you are no longer a person."
After all,
The burly man threw the severed hand he was holding to the short-haired old man opposite.
"snort."
The short-haired old man snorted coldly, caught it casually, and then directly put the severed hand on the broken arm of his wound.
There was a moment of silence, and a strange aura surged.
In an instant, flesh and blood began to surge, and countless granulations began to grow and connect at the broken arm of the wound. Eventually, the entire arm was directly spliced together with flesh and bones.
The burly man looked at the scene in front of him, remained silent for a while, and said in wonder:
"Old man, is this a secret technique or a skill? You can survive even if your head is cut off. Rebirth with blood is a means of the Origin Realm."
The short-haired old man glanced at him coldly and said:
"Don't talk nonsense. I'll clean up the traces of the battle here. You go back and control the formation to kill everyone in Shengshan County. Ran Qingmo has escaped. Whether I can catch up or not, I have to hurry up and deal with the funeral."
The burly man looked solemn when he heard this and said in a low voice.
"Then I'll go back to the control position first. Come over when you've finished handling it."
"Um."
The words fell,
After adjusting his breath slightly, the burly man turned into an afterimage and galloped away into the distance.
And the direction he headed was not to Shengshan County, but to the interior of the Wanxing Mountains.
The short-haired old man watched the other man disappear into the distance, shook his head gently and walked slowly towards the place where the man in blood-clothed clothes died.
Standing next to the withered bones, the short-haired old man stared for a few breaths and gently shook his head:
"This dress is actually unscathed, and the material is really top quality. Unfortunately, it can't be used. I can only find an opportunity to sell it at the auction house."
As he spoke, the short-haired old man bent down to pick it up.
But at this time,
A few brilliant shimmering cherry blossoms fell from behind him
When the short-haired old man saw this scene, his fingertips froze.
He remembered that there seemed to be no cherry trees around.
not to mention,
Today is the season and it is not the time for cherry blossoms to bloom.
Turning around sharply,
The short-haired old man saw two familiar figures behind him, one illusory and the other solid, talking and laughing.
The man in blood-clothed clothes smiled and said:
"Old man Luo, look, I told you that I can handle it myself. Don't you worry?"
The shadow of the middle-aged scholar replied with a smile:
"You, a seventh-level kid like you, can understand Dao Yun so clearly. Old man, I underestimate you, and this Charming God Dao Yun is really mysterious."
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Looking at the scene in front of him, the short-haired old man's constricted pupils swayed slightly.
Then,
He found that everything around him began to change.
The bloody robe lying quietly on the ground disappeared, replaced by the withered bones of a woman, and his own lower body had been frozen into an ice sculpture.
The cold air is spreading upwards.
Charming God Daoyun
Based on the words he just heard, the short-haired old man instantly understood that he had fallen into the opponent's illusion and killed his companion:
"What are you doing? What's going on? Impossible!"
"Nothing is impossible. Your companion named "No. B" has already taken Ran Qingmo to control the formation."
After saying that, Xu Yuan ignored the old man's shout and turned to the saint's remnant soul and asked:
"Old man Luo, have you ever seen this man's skills so weird before? He attacked him secretly and was attacked in turn. He almost capsized in the gutter."
The remnant soul of the saint shook his head:
"have no idea."
Xu Yuan smacked his lips with a look of contempt:
"Tsk, why don't you know anything?"
"Why are you so anxious, kid?"
The voice of the remnant soul of the saint was slow and smiling:
"Old man, although I have never seen similar techniques, I have seen similar creatures, and old man, I am familiar with this kind of creature."
Xu Yuan frowned:
"Biology. What do you mean?"
The remnant soul of the saint stared at the old man who was gradually frozen into an ice sculpture, grinned, and uttered two words:
"White Walkers."
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