"Actually kneeling? Giggles, hahahaha, actually kneeling! Big man, you are also afraid of death? Hahaha, this is really ironic, I thought you were an iron-clad man, it turns out that you are also afraid of death, and you will also kneel and beg for mercy, everyone look! This coward, as a cultivator, he actually really knelt down! ”

The people in Wuzhuang Temple all laughed. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

No one saw Xiong Hu, who was kneeling on the ground, with a line of tears in his eyes, slowly flowing down.

His fists were clenched tightly together.

The purple-eyed girl laughed enough, and then slowly came to Xiong Hu's side, shook her head and said, with a vicious and bright smile on her face: "It's a pity! If you keep being hard, maybe I will let you go, why are you a coward who is afraid of death, people like you are redundant to live in the world, it is better to die! ”

The voice did not fall.

The flying sword in her hand slashed through a sword light, mercilessly piercing Xiong Hu's chest.

"Let's go!" The purple-eyed girl pulled out her flying sword, took the disciples of Wuzhuang Guan, turned away, and walked away.

……

In the snow, a red light flashed.

Zhou Liang's figure appeared.

"I almost got sucked dry!"

Zhou Liang gasped for breath, in order to teleport everyone in the ruins, under the guidance of the old man of Yin and Yang, he took the risk to urge the "Netherworld Death Phantom Array", almost consumed all the strength of his body, and finally barely succeeded, and finally teleported himself and everyone inside before the entire Westminster Temple ruins completely collapsed.

Thundered!!

Bursts of earthquake-like tremors came from afar, the snow-white ground collapsed downward, revealing black-brown rock faults, and a wave of smoke and dust rose into the sky, and this terrible tremor was felt for hundreds of miles.

The ruins of Westminster Abbey have finally collapsed completely.

The two "Creation Dragon Veins", one Yin and one Yang, have been destroyed, as well as the "Netherworld Death Phantom Array", the Ancient Palace, the Ancient Battlefield, and the Altar of Reversing Life and Death...... All the secrets about the ruins of Westminster Abbey have been completely concealed underground, and no one will ever find out again, and no one will ever know what Zhou Liang got here.

This should be the best ending.

Zhou Liang sat cross-legged in the snow, breathed slightly for a moment, regained his strength, and then identified the direction and walked towards the hillside where everyone had gathered a few days ago.

The little silver monkey fell asleep groggily and curled up in Zhou Liang's arms.

Because it was a random teleportation, Zhou Liang didn't see anyone else appear along the way, and he didn't know where Luo Xuanju and others, the elder of the Gong Transmission, were teleported to.

Suddenly-

"Huh? It's ......"

Zhou Liang saw a large dazzling bloodstain in front of him.

He was startled in his heart, his figure flashed, he came closer, took a closer look, and suddenly exclaimed, a burly body with blurred flesh and blood was lying in the snow, and a huge long knife was stuck in one side...... It was the giant knife of his new friend Xiong Hu.

An ominous feeling instantly enveloped Zhou Liang's mind.

He picked up the body that was still warm on his body, carefully identified it, and finally completely determined that this flesh-and-blood blurred body with an extremely miserable shape was Xiong Hu.

"Huh? And a hint of a pulse? Zhou Liang suddenly found that there were still signs of life in his body, and he was pleasantly surprised, and immediately injected a steady stream of Taoist true qi, trying to save Xiong Hu's life.

Soon, Zhou Liang's efforts paid off.

"......Whew," the unconscious Xiong Hu exhaled a hot breath.

Zhou Liang was overjoyed, and continued to input Taoist true qi, while taking out a drop of condensed milk from the abyss cave in the crypt of Daniu Village at the foot of Xinyunzong Mountain from the storage ring, and dripped it into Xiong Hu's mouth.

"I ...... Still...... Alive? I...... You...... Brother Zhou...... It's you? Xiong Hu was so angry that he barely struggled to open his eyes and saw Zhou Liang.

"Brother Xiong, don't speak, don't worry, I will definitely save you, I will definitely save you." Zhou Liang said loudly.

Xiong Hu was the first friend he met outside of the Xinyun Sect, and since he stepped into the path of cultivation, Zhou Liang cherished any friend he knew in this cold world very much, not to mention Xiong Hu, a straightforward and rugged man, was also very angry with Zhou Liang.

Who knew that a friend who had only known each other for less than three or four days would suffer such a tragic fate.

"Zhou ...... Brother Zhou...... You...... Don't waste your Taoist true anger, I ...... I can't. A stream of blood erupted from Xionghu's mouth, mixed with pieces of internal organs.

Zhou's conscience was cold.

The injury is too severe...... I'm afraid I can't save it.

Xiong Hu had a faint smile on his face, and said angrily: "Can you ...... Before dying...... See you...... God pity you...... I can't worry about the people of Little Bear Valley...... I...... Where am I the only guardian of cultivation...... I'm dead...... They can't make it...... Survive this winter...... I...... I beg you to ......"

Zhou Liang's eyes were full of tears, and he said loudly: "Brother Xiong, don't worry, from now on, I, Zhou Liang, will be the guardian of the cultivation of the 'Little Bear Valley', and this winter, the 'Little Bear Valley' will definitely not die a single person...... Well, don't say so much, you won't die, cheer up. ”

Zhou Liang said, took out some geocentric condensed milk, and dripped it into Xiong Hu's mouth.

Who knew that Xiong Hu closed his mouth tightly, turned his head and refused: "I...... I know my ...... Body...... It's hopeless...... Don't waste any more ...... Waste of genius treasure...... Ha...... Haha, I can rest assured that 'Little Bear Valley' has a new Xiuzhen guardian like you...... I'm Xionghu, just a reckless, vulgar man, just a casual cultivator, I can't imagine that I can ...... To be able to get to know Brother Zhou, a genius like you...... The chosen one...... In the next life, Brother Zhou and I will be brothers again! ”

His eyes were cold, and Zhou Liang said with a straight face: "Brother Xiong, tell me, who is the poisoner, even if Zhou Liang chases them to the ends of the earth, he will find them one by one, and the sword will be killed!" ”

There has never been a moment like now, when Zhou Liang had the urge to draw his sword and kill.

Xiong Hu didn't say anything about this matter, but raised his head and laughed: "I can't imagine that I Xiong Hu will be alone all my life...... Before dying...... But you can get to know a genius boy, hahaha, hahaha, live up to this life...... Live up to this life! ”

The laughter touched the injuries all over his body, and the blood splashed around like a fountain, staining the snow red and Zhou Liang's robe.

The laughter fell, and Xiong Hu passed away with a smile on his face.

When Zhou Liang wanted to rescue again, he was already powerless.

"Brother Xiong, you don't want to say who the enemy is? Are you worried about getting me in trouble? Zhou Liang sighed, "It's a pity, from the injuries on your body and the broken Taoist true qi remaining in your body, I can already see that it must be a person from Wuzhuang Guan, right?" Rest assured! Whoever it is, I will make them pay the price in blood! ”

After speaking, Zhou Liang stood up and let out a sad roar.

The whistling sound was like an arrow breaking through the air, echoing in the mountains, forests, and snowfields.

Zhou Liang dug a big pit in the ground with a blood-colored dragon-shaped treasure knife, and used Xuanyin True Qi to urge the snow on the ground to cast an ice coffin, and put the body of Xiong Hu in it before burying it in the ground.

Xiong Hu's long knife was inserted in front of the grave and used as a tombstone.

Zhou Liang used the peachwood sword as a pen, and carved a line of words on it with a brush!

"The great man of chivalry, the tomb of the bear and tiger in the Little Bear Valley! Zhou Liangli of the Heart Cloud Sect. ”

After doing all this, Zhou Liang's cyan robe was stained with blood, and he carefully inspected the surroundings for a while, and identified a line of footprints that were almost covered by the vast snow, and his body was like electricity, and he chased down.

……

About two kilometers away.

On a snowy hill.

The group of Wuzhuang Guan is enjoying the snow scene in a leisurely manner.

"Senior Sister Si Silkworm, it's almost time, we should go back, such a big thing happened in the ancient ruins this time, the elders of the sect must be in a hurry." A true disciple of Wuzhuang Guan said with a smile.

The purple-eyed girl grinned and said, "Go back? What are you going back for? The first heavy snowfall of the year, I still have to have fun! Hehe, it's funny to think about that big man's loose cultivation, I thought he was some kind of tough guy, and in the end, he actually knelt down and begged for mercy, phew, I knew that I would kill him with a sword at the beginning, and I wasted so much of my time! ”

"Haha, in front of your means, Senior Sister Si Silkworm, even an iron man has to beg for mercy, not to mention a lowly casual cultivator!" Another True Disciple complimented.

"Yes! It is his honor to die under the sword of Senior Sister Si Silkworm! ”

"It's still Senior Sister Si Silkworm, you are merciful, you will end him so quickly, if you change to me, you must torture him alive for ten days and ten nights, hmph, you actually dare to support that damn miscellaneous Zhou Liang, he deserves his bad luck."

The disciples of Wuzhuang Guan flattered and complimented.

Obviously, although the strength of this purple-eyed girl is average, her status is extremely high, so in addition to these inner disciples, even the two true disciples are polite to her.

The purple-eyed girl giggled triumphantly.

"That little brute named Zhou Liang, sooner or later, one day, I will make him unable to survive and die." The silkworm gritted her teeth and smiled.

That's when --

"Really? I'm afraid you won't have that day! ”

A clear voice, with boundless chill and bursting murderous intent, sounded in the ears of the audience in Wuzhuang.

The face of the silk silkworm changed, and the hearts of the others also tightened for no reason, only to feel that a flower in front of them, a figure stained with blood in a cyan robe, suddenly appeared a hundred meters away, flickering step by step, and after ten steps, it had already come to the front.

"Zhou Liang!" The silkworm gritted her teeth and called out the name from the depths of her throat.

"Huh? This little white face is Zhou Liang? It turns out that it's not a three-headed six-armed thing! Dare to challenge Senior Brother Xuanyuan? I really don't know whether to live or die! A tall and thin True Transmission disciple walked out with a look of disdain and said, "Boy, are you crazy?" Actually thought of becoming famous by challenging our Senior Brother Xuanyuan? ”

Challenging the masters of fame is the fastest way to become famous for many unknown cultivators.

Zhou Liang didn't even look at him, stared at the purple-eyed girl Wan Si Silkworm, and said word by word: "Did you kill Xiong Hu?" ”

"Xionghu? Who is Xiong Hu? Wan Si Silkworm smiled disappreciatively, and then seemed to remember something, and said with a smile: "Oh, you mean that stupid, big, lowly casual cultivator?" Yes, I killed him, how? He's your friend? What a pity! You're late and haven't seen a good show. ”

Zhou conscience's murderous intent boiled, and he slowly approached, saying, "Good show? ”

"Giggles, of course it's a good show! You didn't see that friend of yours was cut by our sword after sword, and you didn't see the wonderful picture of him abandoning the glory of the cultivator in order to survive, kneeling in front of me, begging bitterly. Wan Si Silkworm smiled viciously: "How is it, do you regret it?" ”

She has no fear.

In addition to the fact that there were two true disciples who had entered the Great True Realm standing beside her, it was also because she didn't believe that in such an environment, Zhou Liang dared to take the disciples of Wuzhuang Temple, not to mention how noble her identity was.

Wan Si Silkworm said this in order to stimulate Zhou Liang and appreciate Zhou Liang's painful but helpless expression.

"By the way, you see, how about this long knife?" The silkworm took out a damaged giant meteorite long knife from the storage ring, and said with a grinning smile: "The garbage that your good brother got from the ruins of Westminster Abbey, that coward coward, gave it to me when he begged for his life......"

Zhou Liang took a deep breath, and his face became more and more cold.

"The most poisonous woman's heart! Today, I kind of believe this sentence, slut, since you admit it, then let's bury Brother Xiong today! ”

The voice did not fall.

Zhou Liang's hands probed into the void, and a flash of light flashed, the dragon-shaped sword in his left hand and the peach wood withered sword in his right hand, his whole body was surging with energy, surrounded by crystal ice crystal snowflakes.

The killing intent in his heart was rolling, and Zhou Liang decided to fight quickly, using both swords and swords, and yin and yang together!

"Huh? Aha......" The true disciple of Wuzhuang Guan looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, "Let's be buried together?" Are you alone? Haha, that's the best joke I've ever heard......"

He stepped out with a proud face, and pulled out the flying sword at his waist: "Little beast, you have an appointment with Uncle Xuanyuan, I won't kill you today, so as not to ruin Uncle Xuanyuan's reputation, but you must teach a good lesson......

He wasn't done yet.

A gust of wind came suddenly, ploughing up thick snowy peaks on the ground and splashing ice crystals.

Everyone only felt that the wind was surging in front of them, and Zhou Liang and that true disciple were already fighting together.

Soon a series of torrential rain hit the plantain-like sneering sound continuously, accompanied by the sound of clanging weapons, sparks splashed, snowflakes and snow on the ground flew all over the sky, and then what flew out was a drop of red blood......

Call!

The last sound fell.

Zhou Liang slowly walked out of the snowflakes and blood flowers flying in the sky.

He was covered in blood, his cyan robe was stained with blood, black silk was dripping red, half of his face was dripping with blood, and the blood flowed down little by little from the peach wood sword and dragon sword blood trough that hung to the ground, like a demon who had just crawled out of hell, approaching the people of Wuzhuang Temple!