The five of them were full of panic, they thought that the catastrophe had ended, but they didn't expect it to come again, and it was just when they appeared.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, or if it's bad luck.

How strong the Heavenly Tribulation of Winter Fall is, although they have not experienced it personally, they have seen it with their own eyes, and there are many Heavenly Tribulations, even if it is them, they can't see it with their own eyes.

Dongluo looked at Ling Chenzi and sneered, "Desperate?"

Under the catastrophe, they are all ants.

This is the catastrophe of winter falling, and the five people in the early morning want to intervene and interfere with the law enforcement of the heavens, how is this different from looking for death?

Chen Chenzi wanted to retreat, but when he was about to retreat, he found that it was too late, and he had already been targeted by the Heavenly Tribulation.

So, he frankly gave up the struggle and stopped where he was.

Being targeted by the Heavenly Tribulation, as long as he is still in this heaven and earth, then it is useless to escape to the ends of the earth.

Ling Chenzi squinted at the four fools who came with him, and now he is still thinking about escaping, where to escape?

Skynet is magnificent, negligent but not leaky.

It's better to face it calmly than to flee now.

Chen Chenzi didn't pay attention to the four dead people, but turned his head and stared at the winter fall not far away.

Winterfall was also staring at him.

Ling Chenzi tugged at the corners of his mouth, "Desperate? It seems that this question falls on your head more appropriately than it does for me."

If you say hopeless, it should be you, not me, who is more desperate.

So many heavenly thunders have been carried down, and even the clouds in the sky have dispersed, but you still have to die.

Even if it's not at my hands. ”

Chen Chenzi seems to know that he will not escape death today, and it is only a matter of time or time, so he is a little generous, or when he is dying, he does not vomit and is unhappy.

"When I am dying, I can still answer questions for the lord of a country, and I can die with the lord of a country, and my life will not be in vain in the early morning. ”

Dongluo didn't expect Chen Chenzi to say this, such a thick skin, if it is used to carry the catastrophe, it is simply easy! It's a pity that it's not his own.

Despair?

As long as there is no hope, there will be no despair.

I never thought that I would survive this catastrophe alive.

After Ling Chenzi said this, he was not idle, cultivating to the innate second realm to know the fate realm, how difficult it was, I don't know how many times I have to wander between life and death to get the realm. What is there to die for but love and faith?

If you know your fate, why don't you know your fate?

Chen Chenzi held a whisk in his hand, full of white hair, floating like a fairy, if it weren't for the here and now, Dongluo really thought that he was not facing a person who was about to live and die, but a master who came out of the mountains and rivers.

When he was in Mangshan North Road, Hua Qingyun told him that cultivators are good at dusting. And the way of fighting is even more unpredictable.

Chen Chenzi walked towards Dongluo step by step, the speed became faster and faster, the afterimage, nothingness, until it disappeared.

"If I hadn't been under your tribulation, I could have waited for you to finish the tribulation, but I'm here, so I have to do something, such as...... Before that thunder comes down, let you die at my hands first. ”

The dust in the hands of Ling Chenzi is like the silk of thousands of troubles, the roots are white, flying in the wind, better than the white snow in spring.

One by one, like sharp arrows, went straight to the eyebrows of Dongluo.

Soul Pulling.

The name of the dust is "Soul Killing", this is a heavy treasure he found in a ruins of his family, and it is the hole card that he can gain a firm foothold in Lingyun Sect.

Ling Chenzi has been immersed in this artifact for many years, and he has long been perfected. is also a major repair of the Knowing Destiny Realm, and two of them died under his "soul devouring".

Until now, he still remembered the people who died in his hands one by one, and the panicked and frightened expressions of his souls being sucked into this little dust, and when he thought of this, he couldn't help but lick the corners of his mouth.

Now he looked at Dongluo as if he were looking at a dead man. And it is also a dead man whose soul is about to be devoured by his practice.

He didn't think that Winterfall had the ability to survive his "soul devouring". Even the people of the innate realm who died under this "soul devouring" don't know how many,

What he has to think about now is to compete with the Heavenly Tribulation for time.

How to quietly drain the soul of the winter fall before the catastrophe falls.

......

Winterfall's toes tapped the ground and flew backwards, a bloody flush on his face under the mask.

He sensed a sense of danger from the dust, and each snow-white silver wire revealed a palpitating spirit.

It's the feeling of death.

Dongluo knew that the fighting style of the Qi Practitioner was strange and unpredictable, and he would never attack rashly before he had figured out how Ling Chenzi fought.

Besides, the thunder is coming, and maybe he can save some energy and use it to resist the catastrophe.

Chen Chenzi seemed to see through Dongluo's inner thoughts, and the dust in his hand did not decrease but increased, and went towards Dongluo's eyebrows at a more terrifying speed.

The dust is like a smart snake, and the winter fall is the most delicious food in his mouth, and no one can stop it from eating.

The spring breeze is not good, and neither is the distance.

Ling Chenzi's expression was very indifferent, without the consciousness of a dying person, and some were just indifferent.

It seems that he was ready to die a long time ago, before he came to the Great Han Kingdom, or even earlier.

After all, Ling Chenzi is a fateful realm overhaul that can resist the wind, and when facing Dongluo, a mortal in the acquired realm who doesn't even know if he can step into the god realm.

The gap in the realm is revealed.

"Ding!"

The dust in Chen Chenzi's hand and the mask of the god-killing armor collided slightly, and the winter was falling rapidly, and the steps under his feet came to an abrupt halt.

Chen Chenzi smiled, "You don't seem to have caught up with me in this catastrophe." ”

Chen Chenzi is extremely proud, what is more rewarding than killing a genius, and he is still killing a proud son of heaven with an extraordinary status, and most importantly, this proud son of heaven is still the son of an enemy.

So many factors added together, which made him very happy, and the only regret was that the person in front of him was wearing a mask and couldn't see his panicked and frightened expression.

Dongluo only felt a tingling pain in his eyebrows, and his whole body couldn't move.

He felt as if thousands of silk threads had appeared in his sea of consciousness, each of which was pulling part of his divine soul, frantically dragging his divine soul out of his body.

Dongluo's body trembled uncontrollably.

Ling Chenzi looked up at the sky and laughed, "Don't struggle, no one in this world can break free from my 'soul devourer', you better give up resistance! You can also reduce the pain of soul cutting, but unfortunately, I don't have a chance to taste the fragrance of your soul." ”

He had seen the thunder in the sky, falling like a meteorite, towards the winter, towards him, and towards the four fools who were fleeing in all directions.

Although the countless silk threads were frantically cutting the soul of Dongluo, he didn't feel the pain of cutting the soul that Ling Chenzi said.

Can this cut be broken again under the great grinding wheel of heaven and earth?

The reason why Dongluo trembled was as if trying to get rid of the small threads in the sea of his knowledge.

But the results don't seem to be so satisfactory.

Chen Chenzi said with a look of nostalgia: "A hundred years ago, your father killed Lingyun Sect, and I was lucky to ......."

Ling Chenzi stopped talking and talking, as if he felt that the word luck was very inappropriate to use on himself, but after thinking about it, he couldn't find a word that could replace these two words, so he stopped dwelling and continued: " I was lucky to survive in his hands, at that time I knew that this was a world of the strong, the strong controlled everything, and the weak only deserved to surrender, so, from that time, I was determined to be a strong man, and it was also from that time that I was ready to die at any time, and in the following time, I worked hard to practice, until now my cultivation is already very high, and I can already decide the fate of many people in one word, but I found that I still did not become a strong person. Do you know why?"

Dongluo was silent, only the body that was constantly trembling, telling others that he had not given up hope of life yet.

Ling Chenzi said to himself: "Because, I haven't trampled the person I thought was a strong man under my feet, and decided his life and death with a word." That man is your father, and the reason why I am telling you this today is because you are his son. My master died at his hands, my brothers and sisters died at his hands, and today, you are going to die at my hands. ”

Chen Chenzi looked at the eyebrows that the dust was slowly pulling away from the winter fall, he smiled, and there was a sense of relief in his smile that he had revenge, and a feeling that his obsession was gone.

Dongluo's trembling became more and more slight, and the smile on Ling Chenzi's face became more and more intense.

A tug-of-war unfolded in the sea of knowledge in the winter fall, and the ending was no exception, he lost.

His soul was divided into countless pieces, dragged by the dust and began to pull them out of his body.

He had no choice.

But just as his first divine soul was about to pass through the center of his eyebrows, a sudden change occurred, and the three-flower mark on his eyebrows that had disappeared before suddenly appeared.

Especially the bewitching red lotus, which is even more red, making people seem to be dripping blood.

And in the sea of knowledge that fell in winter, a raging flame suddenly ignited, and the incomparably arrogant dust before was burned by this fire, and it disappeared without even a breath.

And the dust in Chen Chenzi's hand seemed to have encountered the most terrifying thing, trembling wildly, even more painful than the body trembling in the previous winter.

And there was something red on the tip of the whisk, and the whole whisk burned clean in an instant.

I don't know what to do in the early morning.

Dongluo suddenly opened his eyes, stared at Ling Chenzi and said quickly: "If I guessed correctly, you were able to survive from my father's hands, not because of your luck, but because you are too weak, my father doesn't disdain to look at you, right?"

Before Chen Chenzi could figure out what had happened to the dust, he saw Dongluo open his eyes.

Chen Chenzi knew that his "soul devourer" should have failed, and he was just about to speak, when a dazzling white light suddenly enveloped the two of them.