Murong Jie wanted to escape, but he had nowhere to escape, so he fled into the Yangtze River, which was self-defeating, and fled towards Shen Chengjiao, undoubtedly throwing himself into the net.

Just when Murong Jie was in a dilemma, Shen Chengjiao, who was besieged by many corpses, was calm.

Those who were manipulated by the money scatterers, completely unaware of the corpses, were neither afraid of pain nor injury, and were not afraid of the poison on the long tongue, Shen Chengjiao really couldn't do anything about them.

Shen Chengjiao is not a good type, he has no attacks at all, and he is too lazy to continue to waste his efforts, so he simply destroys the dead bodies besieging him one by one, and sees what else they have to borrow the corpse to resurrect the soul.

Under Shen Chengjiao's devastating and decaying furious attack, in less than a stick of incense, there was not much left of the dead body of the money-scatterer, and he was inevitably injured.

Shen Chengjiao is a master of poisoning, and the injured money scatterer is not much better than Wen Liangyu, but the poison has not yet occurred in his body, but it has seriously restricted the money scatterer's every move.

Shen Chengjiao didn't have the slightest friendship with the money scatterer, let alone Murong Jie's guess, the two of them might be both members of the Demon Sect. In Shen Chengjiao's eyes, if he hadn't killed such an unknown Cheng Biting Jin halfway, he would have already taken Murong Jie's life, where could he still let that unashamed kid live until now.

This alone is enough to become a reason for Shen Chengjiao to give money to people's lives, he is a person in the Demon Sect, and he is extremely ruthless, there is no courtesy, righteousness and shame, and there is no virtue of life, he can kill whoever he wants, he never needs any reason, and he doesn't care whether that person should die or not.

Shen Chengjiao wrapped his long tongue around the neck of the money sprayer, and easily screwed off the head of the money sprayer, his long tongue like a spirit snake was more like a sharp scythe at this time.

Facing the money-spurter who lost his head and blood gushed out, Murong Jie only felt a chill down his spine and a numb scalp, it seemed that if he fell into the hands of Shen Chengjiao, even if he had to die, he would inevitably die without a whole body.

Murong Jie looked helplessly at the turbulent Yangtze River, and then turned his head to look at Shen Chengjiao, who was red-eyed and bloodthirsty.

Although the sinister Yangtze River is terrifying, the old poison Shen Chengjiao is even more terrifying. Even if he jumped into the Yangtze River and drowned alive, he must not fall into the hands of Shen Chengjiao.

is also death, Murong Jie did not hesitate to choose to throw himself into the river, if his life is really blessed by God, maybe he can learn to swim before drowning, and he can't let Shen Chengjiao, the old monster, be caught.

Murong Jie was really thoughtful, and even wanted to learn and sell now, and only came to learn to swim after throwing himself into the river. It's tantamount to digging a well when he's thirsty, it's like farming when he's hungry, and he can still think of it, but if it's not like this, what else can he do.

said that it was too late and that was fast, Murong Jie carried Wen Liangyu on his back, jumped into the rolling Yangtze River without saying a word, and disappeared into the turbulent river in an instant.

Seeing that Murong Jie and Wen Liangyu had disappeared in the river, Shen Chengjiao had no choice but to give up. Don't look at Shen Chengjiao is one of the top ten elders of the Tianshan Demon Sect, but like Murong Jie, he doesn't know water, in the dry and hot vast Western Regions Gobi, it is rare to find a few people who are familiar with water, and they can live with the holy water of Yaotai like Dunhuang Yaotai, I am afraid that it is the only one in the Western Regions.

Shen Chengjiao has been chasing for so long in vain, and he is really tired. I thought I could take Murong Jie out of anger, but I didn't expect Murong Jie to jump into the turbulent Yangtze River, such turbulent waves, no matter how good the water is, I am afraid it will be difficult to survive.

Shen Chengjiao was full of emotion, he didn't expect that after 30 years of retreat, and now he has returned to the Tang Dynasty in Middle Earth, he met such a doll, and he was only seventeen or eighteen years old.

It seems that today's Datang talents are numerous, I'm afraid this trip is not so easy. Shen Chengjiao suddenly remembered Lin Xian'er and Yuexuan who were poisoned by him, but he couldn't let them escape anymore, the poison of the soul locking incense was only one or two hours, and Shen Chengjiao had to turn back as soon as possible.

The minions he used to travel were all killed by the disciples of the Water Mirror Hall, if Shen Chengjiao wanted to rush to the Xiaoxiang Sword Mansion from here, I am afraid that without Lin Xian'er and Yuexuan, it would be really difficult for him to go on the road alone without hands and feet, although his body was as fast as lightning, but it could only last for half an hour, and it was impossible to go straight to the Xiaoxiang Sword Mansion without stopping.

Shen Chengjiao, who put down to find Lin Xian'er and Yuexuan, didn't say anything, first said Murong Jie and Wen Liangyu who threw themselves into the river, Wen Liangyu was completely unconscious at this time, except that there was a faint breath that was no different from a dead person. For Wen Liangyu, at this time, no matter whether he goes up the knife mountain or down to the sea of fire, it is no different from lying on the Kangzhuang Avenue.

However, for Murong Jie, the situation was completely different, although Murong Jie had accidentally fallen into the water many years ago, but it was just a trickle in the Western Regions, how could it be compared to the turbulent Yangtze River.

Not to mention the turbulent water, even though it seems to be a place without waves, there is an undercurrent surging under the surface of the river.

Murong Jie jumped into the Yangtze River only to understand that if he wanted to learn to swim in such a river, he was simply killing himself.

The turbulent river was like heavy shackles, binding Murong Jie tightly, making him overwhelmed and could only sink, no matter how he struggled, it was just in vain.

Murong Jie tried his best to surface again and again, and in the end, he was completely swallowed by the river, and the river kept pouring into his mouth, and Murong Jie seemed to drink enough water for a lifetime in an instant.

He desperately prick in the river, trying to get rid of all this, but he can only be exhausted. He felt like he was about to die, a feeling that was worse than being sick. Murong Jie felt an unprecedented realization, he really regretted that he would make such a decision, maybe it would be much better to let himself die in the hands of Shen Chengjiao, but Murong Jie, who was following the crowd, could not choose again at this moment.

His only choice seemed to be to hug Wen Liang tightly, he should have saved Wen Liangyu's life, but at this moment, Wen Liangyu became his life-saving straw.

For some reason, Wen Liangyu, who was unconscious and motionless, was able to surface silently no matter how many times he was swallowed by the turbulent river, while Murong Jie, who was desperately struggling to surface, always sank into the river again and again.

Murong Jie was exhausted, he no longer had any strength, he could only wait helplessly for death to come, he hugged Wen Liangyu with his last strength, it seemed that only he could give him a trace of buoyancy, he would not sink so fast.

Murong Jie crawled on Wen Liangyu with his dying breath, he couldn't do anything and didn't want to do anything, he was too tired and just wanted to get a good night's sleep, no matter whether the turbid waves were raging in front of him, whether death was close at hand or not.

Maybe this is fate, a fate that cannot be changed and must be accepted, he can't figure out why, why he has been practicing hard every day for so many years, but he has never practiced water, and now he is drowning alive.

Exhaustion made Murong Jie drowsy, and without the heart to think about it, his consciousness began to gradually blur until it finally disappeared completely.