Hot blood spurted out of Dukong Zhenren's wound like a spring, and poured on He Yi's palm, only to dye his hand completely bright red in the blink of an eye. He Yi, www.biquge.info pen "Fun" pavilion, gritted his teeth and slowly raised his head.

The eyes of the master and apprentice met at this moment.

They were close at hand, but they seemed to be thousands of miles away.

"Why?" Dukong Zhenren coughed and said, his voice was low and hoarse, and at the same time, it seemed that because the Qi Sea Dantian was completely destroyed, the qi veins in his whole body were instantly chaotic, and the spiritual power tore through the meridians around his body, and even blood kept gushing out of his mouth.

He Yi's lips trembled slightly, his eyes were a little red and swollen, his mouth opened a few times but he couldn't say anything, only the rain that fell from the sky, drenching his face with water droplets.

The four huge shadows around him were getting closer and closer, but Dukong Zhenren didn't seem to feel anything, at this moment, he seemed to be the only one left in front of him, He Yi looked at He Yi, looking at this disciple who he had placed his hopes on for a lifetime.

A bloody palm slowly lifted up, trembling slightly in mid-air, and touched He Yi's face, Dukong Zhenren's face was sad, painful, puzzled and disappointed, but his gaze was still gentle.

It seems that in front of him, he is still the most beloved apprentice.

He Yi's whole body trembled violently, and he desperately bit his lip to pretend to be strong and indifferent, but it was already a fog in front of him, and it was impossible to tell whether it was tears or rain. A hoarse sound came from his throat, and he took a step forward, trying to get closer to the palm.

But at this moment, suddenly, a hand suddenly stretched out from behind Dukong Zhenren's back, and grabbed Dukong Zhenren's bloody palm at once.

Qiandeng Zhenren's indifferent face appeared beside the two of them, and in the lightning, He Yi's eyes suddenly widened, and he saw Qiandeng Zhenren's arm folded downward.

"Click!"

In the heavy rain, the chill came to his face, He Yi fell into the ice cellar, and looked at Qiandeng Zhenren blankly and directly broke Dukong Zhenren's wrist.

Dukong Zhenren let out a miserable howl, and his whole body trembled and fell backwards.

He Yi Huo Ran raised his head and glared at Qiandeng Zhenren, as if he was about to roar something, but only to see Qiandeng Zhenren coldly flip over the palm of the Dukong Zhenren who was grabbing him in his hand, the flesh and blood were blurred and there was even a place between the white bone fragments, and under the washing of the rain, a needle-shaped magic weapon with a cold light was slowly revealed.

The needle is not big, but it is sharp enough, and it is enough to kill a rebel who is rebellious!

Qiandeng Zhenren looked at him and said coldly: "Never underestimate a Yuanying Zhenren!"

He Yi's face turned pale in an instant, and he staggered back a few steps, looking as if it was difficult to even stand firm. And after Qiandeng Zhenren finished saying that, he suddenly snorted softly, his eyes were bright, and an unstoppable aura suddenly emanated.

He Yi seemed to suddenly feel something, Huo Ran raised his head, and the other three Yuanying real people around him had different faces, Mingzhu real people looked indifferent, as if they already knew the ending, while Guangyang real people sighed and shook their heads silently.

Only Kihara Zhenren was stunned for a moment after seeing Qiandeng Zhenren's sudden move, and he stopped talking, but there was a trace of unbearable color on his face.

After a while, I saw that Qiandeng Zhenren suddenly slapped out a palm, and at that moment, countless falling rains in this mountain forest were suddenly enveloped by a powerful and incomparable force in an instant, whistling in mid-air to form a huge whirlpool, wind and rain roaring, as if the power of heaven and earth were injected into that palm, and it was slapped on the chest.

Right in the middle is the chest of a real person.

There was no sound of bones shattering, no sound of flesh and blood tearing, under the gaze of the surroundings, Dukong Zhenren's chest collapsed in an instant, and he who had lost most of his vitality was almost powerless under the attack of such a powerful Yuanying Zhenren, and at that moment, the internal organs in his chest were almost instantly shattered.

Qiandeng Zhenren slowly took a step back.

The whistling gradually subsided, and the wind and rain seemed to have escaped from that terrible prison with great difficulty, and continued to fall aimlessly.

Qiandeng Zhenren took out a handkerchief and began to slowly wipe his blood-stained palm, while glancing at He Yi, and said lightly: "See clearly, if you want to kill Yuanying Zhenren again in the future, you have to do this." ”

He Yi's face was as white as paper, his head hung down, and he said astringently: "The disciple doesn't dare!"

Qiandeng Zhenren snorted coldly, looking at He Yi with a trace of contempt and disdain in his eyes, and then turned around and walked to the side.

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"Boom!"

There was another thunderclap in the sky, although it was not yet dark, but the Kunlun Mountain under the heavy dark clouds was as dark as dusk.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

Cold raindrops fell from the sky, hitting Dukong Zhenren's old and bloodless face, and everything around him seemed to be suddenly far away from him, and at that moment, he seemed to suddenly think of many, many things.

From childhood to adulthood, from birth to death, how is this life going?

Is there any regret, is there gratitude, is there pain, is there joy?

But all of a sudden it seemed to be unusually light again, replaced by a heavy tiredness. Exhaustion flooded him like a tide, sweeping in with darkness, and finally, his body could no longer support it, and the body that was once tall and proud of the powerful Tao in the world finally lost all its vitality on this day, and collapsed.

He slammed into the filthy ground, black mud splashing on his face, rotting leaves jumping up and down before his eyes were still closed. In his final moments of life, he never imagined that he would be so ready to face death.

The rain hit his body, and the cold spread, and his body twitched, then gradually stiffened.

And he was dying.

He's going to die!

Everyone can see it, including Dukong Zhenren himself.

He waited for that last moment in pain and sorrow, but just then, as he fell to his eyes in the dirty mud, he suddenly saw a seemingly inconspicuous branch stuck upside down in the dirt just a few inches before his eyes, under the rotting leaves that had just been shaken.

He saw the branch.

The branch seemed to sense him, too.

The wind and rain roared, sweeping away the darkness and squalor of this world, but when the real person was dying, a pair of lost eyes suddenly had a little strange brilliance.

He seemed taken aback.

But soon, a strange smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and at that moment, the wind and rain and the shadows of the tall trees around him, including the more terrifying figures, seemed to disappear from his eyes.

In the eyes of Dukong Zhenren, only that small branch remained. There was black dirt on the ground, and the icy rain was constantly falling, washing over their bodies.

Perhaps sometimes, the distance between the living and the dead is only a thin layer of dirt.

He felt it, he seemed to understand something, he seemed to want to speak but couldn't, he laughed.

His head tilted for a moment, and then died with that eerie smile.

"Boom!" A thunderclap sounded, and everyone around looked up at the sky, but saw that the sky was shining like a snake, and in the dirty place underground, the branch also trembled slightly, and then slowly hid under another rotten dead leaf again.

Everything as if it had never happened.

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When the thunder exploded, on the Tiankun Peak of Kunlun Mountain, in the Zhengyang Hall, the grand and grand sect conference was in the middle of the process, and it still had to continue solemnly and lively.

Su Qingjun stood in the crowd and felt a little uneasy.

Today's weather is a bit abnormal, this thunder rumbles, and the lightning and thunder are constantly thundering while the sect conference is going on, which always makes people feel a little uncomfortable.

In fact, Su Qingjun was obviously not the only one who had this feeling, among the many Kunlun disciples standing on the Zhengyang Palace, many of them would sneak a few glances at the heavenly dome outside the hall.

Of course, no one has ever said that God is not allowed to thunder and rain during the sect conference, and cultivators who participate in the power of creation and stealing the heavens, many times they still pay attention to taking advantage of the trend, and the saying that people will win the sky has long been proven to be meaningless in the history of cultivating immortals.

In the face of the true power of heaven and earth, everything in the world may be ants.

So do whatever you have to do, even if it's thundering and raining in the sky. At least in the high platform of Zhengyang Palace, the head of Kunlun, Xianyue Zhenren, has always been a calm look, with a deep cultivation at a glance, quite a bit of heaven and earth collapse in front of the discoloration of the bearing, which is really admirable.

Taking advantage of the time to rest a little in between, Su Qingjun walked to Dongfang Tao and Yan Luo and saluted the two of them.

Yan Luo seemed to really like Su Qingjun, pulled her up with a smile, and said, "There are many people here, so you don't have to be polite." ”

Su Qingjun agreed, and then said a few more words to them, but these two were both old and virtuous people, and soon saw that Su Qingjun was a little insincere, Yan Luo asked with a smile: "What's the matter, Jun girl, if you have anything to ask, just say it." ”

A look of embarrassment flashed across Su Qingjun's face, but after a while, he still mustered up the courage to say to Dongfang Tao: "Senior Uncle Dongfang, I want to ask, what you said yesterday is that the power of heaven and earth may have an impact on Su Mo's recovery, but this is ...... Such a powerful thunderstorm, does it count?"

Dongfang Tao shook his head with a smile, Yan Luo also sighed lightly, and said with a smile: "You are concerned about it, don't worry, where can this level be regarded as the power of heaven and earth, it's okay." ”

Su Qingjun nodded, looking relieved and a little embarrassed.

Dongfang Tao said: "After tonight, it should be fine." ”

Yan Luo said: "And there is Yi Xin watching." ”

Su Qingjun said "um" and said, "It's really troublesome Sister Yi Xin." (To be continued.) )