The phantom skin is like clotted fat, the flaming red lips are charming and moving, there seem to be a thousand styles, but the cold face is like frost, that gorgeous and pretty posture is indeed a beauty.

Although she is a woman, the phantom at this moment is extremely crazy, and she has only one purpose in her heart, and that is to kill Wu Yi.

You must know that the most terrible time for a person is the madness of not wanting to die, and the phantom only wants to use his life to win back his dignity, so his combat power is several times higher than usual, which is why the phantom was obviously shaken away by the internal force of the collapse of the mountain, but he only took half a step back, because the phantom relied on that anger and unwillingness, poured out his dantian qi, sacrificed his own strength, and took Tang Jing's collapse style, and wanted to die with Tang Jing and Wu Yi.

The phantom of the surging blood swallowed the blood gushing out of his mouth, the crazy appearance was a little abrupt under the pretty face, and the beautiful eyes stared at Wu Yi and Tang Jing on the ground with that indifferent arrogance, and raised the wolf tooth halberd in his hand to kill Wu Yi and Tang Jing.

Although the smoke and clouds are eighteen poisonous, they are not easy to act, but at this time, in order to prevent the phantom from hurting Tang Jing, he will still help.

"Whoosh-"

A silver-feathered arrow flew from behind the phantom.

The phantom seemed to hear something, and when he looked back, the silver feather arrow shot by the strong crossbow had already arrived in front of him, and the phantom, who had lost his internal strength, had no time to react, and saw the silver feather arrow flying towards him.

It was originally a heavenly country, and it should have stood proudly, but he never thought that it would end like this, and what the phantom saw in his eyes was not the silver feather arrow, but the life he was tired of.

The Phantom was originally the daughter of a rich family, but he never thought that his father was killed by his uncle, and his mother protected her life to save the Phantom's life, the Phantom went through several twists and turns, but was rescued by Ye Xun, and then was carefully trained to become a killer, and the Phantom has been practicing very hard, with the help of Ye Xun, finally avenged the family, although tired of killing, but the Phantom is grateful to Ye Xun for the grace of recreation, so he has been working hard for Ye Xun, never complained, only hoped to get Ye Xun's praise.

Until the phantom grew up day by day, he knew more and understood more, and his gratitude to Ye Xun gradually ceased to exist with Ye Xun's use, and since then, the phantom has never smiled.

Whenever the Phantom is in the dark, looking at other people enjoying life and enjoying freedom, the Phantom will look forward to how good it would be if he had that day, but after every mission, there will be a new mission, and after every killing, there will always be a new killing, and it will never end.

The wandering phantom gradually blocked the real phantom, got used to the task, got used to killing, got used to the identity of the phantom, completely forgot the desire in his heart, and forgot his own life path.

[I hope my daughter is plain, carefree, happy, and has no worries about food and clothing. 】

The Phantom had forgotten this sentence for too long, and at this moment, his father's loving voice echoed in the Phantom's mind, and then that charming smile was revealed.

Ill-fated, life is bumpy, some things are unremarkable, accustomed to it, but when you lose, you may really know how important it is to yourself, but some things can be recovered, some things can never be recovered, and there is no chance to choose.

I saw the silver feather arrows of the eighteen poisons of the smoke cloud flying into the center of the phantom's eyebrows.

"Light clothes..."The corners of the phantom's mouth raised slightly, and he muttered softly, and slowly fell down.

With the death of the phantom, in the depths of the jungle, several silver feather arrows continued to fly towards the man in black, only a few screams were heard, and the remaining few men in black also died under the silver feather arrow.

Tang Jing and the four of them naturally knew what was happening, and they all breathed a sigh of relief when they glanced at the depths of the jungle and the man in black who had fallen.

Tang Wanting and Xiao Ruyun came to Tang Jing and Wu Yi one after another, helped the two of them up, and the four of them rested in place for a while, Tang Wanting and Xiao Ruyun bandaged Wu Yi's wounds, and Tang Jing also breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the phantom had been killed, no one dared to guarantee that there would be no killers, and Tang Jing and Wu Yi's injuries needed to be treated, so the four of them had to continue to move forward and slowly leave the pond.

Tang Wanting helped Wu Yi, Xiao Ruyun helped Tang Jing, the four of them walked in the pond for nearly a day, and in the evening, they finally met the Shaolin disciples they were looking for.

Although the Shaolin disciples only brought some ordinary medicine bottles, for Tang Jing and Wu Yi, with these medicines, it can be regarded as a relief in the snow, and they can deal with the external injuries of the two of them well.

Tang Jing and Wu Yi's injuries were treated to a certain extent, and with the help of the Shaolin disciples, they rushed back to the Shaolin Temple.

And the reason why Mo Bai didn't go down the mountain was because Wu Yi was worried that Jienian would return to Shaolin Temple to take revenge, so he let Mo Bo, Master Kongming and others stay in Shaolin Temple to see if they could have a chance to capture Jienian, but Jienian had already left.

Two days later, Tang Jing and the four returned to Shaolin Temple again, because Wu Yi and Tang Jing were injured, the five of them couldn't do anything for a while, so they simply stayed in Shaolin Temple to recuperate.

......

In the early morning sun, smiling faces were revealed, and among the green woods of the Poison Dragon Pond, idle people, some women and old people gathered together to chat, some young men were practicing martial arts, and some children were playing.

Xia Zheng sat on the stone bench in the courtyard with a cup of tea in his hand and a thoughtful look.

A masked man in black came to the entrance of the village, and his embarrassed eyes, with the anger of revenge, pulled off the veil and cloak on his head, revealing his handsome face.

Maybe from this moment on, the precept is no longer a precept, it should be called Di Kun.

Di Kun also knew that Poison Dragon Pool could not use internal force, so he stared at the entrance of the village for a moment, with the doubts in his heart and the guilt of the Poison King, and slowly took steps.

There were strangers coming in, which was already suspicious, not to mention that Di Kun was still wearing night clothes, so everyone cast curious glances at Di Kun.

Di Kun looked at everything in the Poison Dragon Pool, looked around, looked at each other, these people seemed to be familiar, they were all the old departments of the Divine Fire Sect, but the years had changed, and their appearance had changed somewhat, and Di Kun didn't remember their names.

Xia Zheng knew that a stranger was coming, so he also walked out of the courtyard, walked towards the entrance of the village, saw Di Kun from a distance, frowned, and didn't know what Di Kun's identity was, why he came to the Poison Dragon Pool.

Di Kun looked at Xia Zheng, his familiar face did not change much, and then a trace of tears flashed in his eyes, and he shouted softly: "Uncle Xia..."

Although Xia Zheng had never seen Di Kun, that Uncle Xia evoked Xia Zheng's memories, and carefully looked at Di Kun in front of him, Xia Zheng frowned and shouted, "You are... Young master?"

Di Kun still came to the Poison Dragon Pond, and the secret that the abbot of Kongci had hidden for a long time still had to be known by Di Kun after all.