"Liang Zhi senior!"

Wen Yiming hurriedly forced himself to get up, in fact, although he had no true yuan, his physical strength had recovered a lot, and when he saw the majestic face of the old man in the flax white robe who had landed on the ground, his heartfelt respect arose.

Dragon Soul and Taiyi also hurriedly stepped forward to salute, what Liang Zhi, the god of heavenly punishment of war, made them respect not for their superb cultivation, but more for daring to fight against the altar alone for decades, and to help in the battle of Tianwen Palace, which is equivalent to saving the entire natural disaster.

"Master !!"

The most surprising thing is the fifth autumn crossbow, since she was a martial artist in the Western Regions, she was in a hurry in Tianwen Palace Square, although Liang Zhi, the master, has only been with her for less than a month, but her teaching is not the slightest bit hidden.

He has always liked to be alone, and after learning that his disciple was trapped, he rushed over as soon as possible, but when he was seriously injured by Situ Qiandao, this kindness has always been hidden deep in his heart.

Liang Zhi nodded slightly at everyone, showed an appreciative smile at the great improvement of the dragon soul cultivation, and then raised his big hand, stroked the hair of the fifth autumn girl with satisfaction, and said: "Okay, the limit is six layers, which is higher than the achievement of the teacher!"

While Liang Zhi spoke, he also swept past the Dragon Soul people, and made no secret of his appreciation for them.

After speaking, he looked at the deep pit hundreds of meters away, looked at the black mist flying out of the pit, frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice: "It's him!"

Fifth Qiuwan saw Liang Zhi's serious expression, which still carried a lot of memories, and she didn't speak again.

Wen Yiming stepped forward and hugged his fists and said, "Senior Liang Zhi, how could you ...... here?"

As he was talking, another figure came from far and near, and when everyone saw it clearly, it was Mo Ziyou, who had not been seen for a long time.

Mo Ziyou was still dressed in a black robe, half of his mask was still cold, and he showed a rare smile when he saw everyone.

The only difference is that his current cultivation is also the God of War, although it is only the God of War layer, but the speed of this cultivation is still shocking everyone.

Mo Ziyou hugged his fist slightly at everyone, and Chaowen said, "Senior Liang, after learning that you have entered the Sea of Returnless Clouds, we have been waiting around for several months..."

A few simple words, plus Liang Zhi occasionally inserted two sentences, everyone understood the reason.

Liang Zhi has not seen the shadow of Situ Qianjian in recent years, and met Huang Jie, the god of war in the Western Regions, and learned that they went to the Sea of Clouds to find Amani Cliff, with his attention to the altar for decades, coupled with the confidential information of the Heavenly Machine Alliance, he estimated that Situ Qianjian had given up on his killing target, and must have a higher mission goal.

Combined with the time when Wen Yiming went to the Tianci Tower for the first time, Situ Qianjian also appeared in the Tianci Tower, and he believed that the target of this opponent who had spent his whole life with him must be Wen Yiming.

Mo Ziyou has been cultivating in the Xuanwu Secret Cave in recent years, and he has no intention of retreating, pouring all his resources into him, Mo Ziyou's talent is not bad, and after being promoted to the God of War, he went out of the customs to take charge of the high-level position again, and at this time he received a summons from the ancestor and asked him to accompany Liang Zhi to the Jinsha border.

Where Wen Yiming and the Dragon Soul went, the natural disaster knew better than the ancestor Lao, Mo Ziyou and Liang Zhi had been entrenched at the Jinsha border for several months, but they didn't expect that their former entrance was at the edge of the outer edge of the thousands of miles of scorched earth, and it wasn't until the Heavenly Thunder Tribulation appeared that they hurried over.

Knowing this, everyone hurriedly hugged their fists and thanked Liang Zhi, although it was clear that the reason why Liang Zhi came was more for the fifth autumn crossing, but they were like brothers and sisters, and they were no longer separated from each other.

The fifth autumn girl hugged Liang Zhi's arm tightly, her beautiful eyes were full of emotion and warmth.

Mozi didn't talk much, and after simply explaining the reason, he stopped talking, Liang Zhi kept looking at the deep pit in the distance, and said for a long time: "Let's go, go and see!"

Everyone walked forward with them, and when they saw Situ Qianjian again, they couldn't help but twitch in their hearts.

In the huge deep pit, Situ Qiandao's robe was torn, the skin and flesh were open in many places, revealing the white bones of Sensen, his left arm was blurred with flesh and blood, his legs were broken at the knees, and the squirming of the internal organs could be seen in the waist and abdomen, as if they were rotting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

What's even more frightening is that the black gas overflows all over the body, and the lines on the face are long gone, and with the overflow of black gas, the flesh and blood of the real person seem to be drying up.

Everyone could hear his heavy breathing, and in his shattered chest, he could faintly see his heart beating, and strangely enough, each beat squeezed out a lot of black mist.

When Liang Zhi and Wen Yiming approached, Situ Qianjian's weak eyes cast over, and unexpectedly his emotions surfaced, some of them were confused, and some of them were suddenly ......

Wen Yiming's eyes fell on the heart in the chest, and seeing that with the overflow of black qi, the heart seemed to be reviving, and remembered the information in the temple collection, and sighed: "The secret method of the altar and the pure death qi of the cormorant abyss make him powerless to resist in the face of the Heavenly Thunder Tribulation, and he can carry the Heavenly Thunder Tribulation without being annihilated, and he is indeed a genius through the ages." ”

He looked at Liang Zhi and revealed the secret that Situ Qianjian was originally a dead corpse, and then regretted: "The Heavenly Thunder Tribulation allowed him to break away from the Templars, and he had a brief revival of vitality, and his memory is slowly recovering, but unfortunately time is running out..."

Liang Zhi frowned fiercely, and sighed deeply, the sworn enemy for decades, it turned out that the other party had no life for a long time, he narrowly escaped death countless times, lost more and won less in the confrontation, but at this moment there was no hatred, and some were just sympathy for the experience of a generation of legends.

Wen Yiming is the same, he has no hatred with Situ Qiandao, he admired this legendary figure extremely when he first entered the Shuangcheng, and more than once restored in his mind the battle when Situ Qiandao went to Qingyun Castle alone.

Single-handedly killing the first sect in the south, no one can compete with it, what a pride this is, which makes countless younger generations yearn for it.

Jishu sent masters to besiege and kill him, and although Situ Qianjian died a glorious death, his reputation shook the south for two hundred years without diminishing.

However, a generation of legends died without peace, and became the walking dead with their imprisoned souls, being called around and drunk, seemingly having a high status in the altar, but in fact being puppets that no one cared about, which is so sad.

Everyone present could see Situ Qianjian's complicated eyes who had come to his senses at this moment, revealing a thick self-deprecation, mixed with endless pain and sadness.

All the people present have been hunted down and killed by Situ Qianjian, but at this moment they can't afford hatred, no one can tolerate that they will become puppets after death, and even their souls will not be able to rest in peace, this is the greatest blasphemy against the dead, and heaven and earth will not tolerate it.

The Heavenly Thunder Tribulation was not so much about ending Situ Qianjian as it was about saving his soul.

For this reason, Situ Qianjian looked up at the sky, and although his seven orifices were bleeding, he showed an extremely relaxed smile.

Wen Yiming leaned forward, supported his jaw, and fed three bottles of potions and two high-level first-aid pills in a row, he could see that Situ Qianjian had no attachment to this world, but he had something to say.

While coughing up blood, it took Situ Qianjian a long time to stabilize, no longer wheezing violently, but his eyes had already dispersed, and the flesh and blood on his face quickly withered.

"Thank you!"

Situ Qianjian gritted his teeth and spit out two words, full of pain, and the helpless expression of relief with hatred in the smile made the people present sigh secretly and feel sad.

(End of chapter)