As the minutes passed, the flames flew and the black and gold splashed wildly, and there was no figure or human voice. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The palace collapsed, the rubble floated and sank, the sound of fluffy puffs continued, the world began to shake, and the gray mist began to disintegrate.

The flames and black gold gradually slowed down, and finally revealed their forms, and they split into two sides to confront each other.

If the appearance of the phoenix and the skeleton old monk just now was miserable, then the current situation can only be described as miserable.

The red crown of the phoenix has long since disappeared, the sharp long beak has been broken from it, the multicolored feathers on the neck are still alive, the only remaining huge wing has lost half of it, and the chest and abdomen are also full of bloody holes.

The condition of the skeleton old monk on the other side is relatively better, at least the condition of his face is still the same as before, and his eyes are still empty.

There is a half of a phoenix's sharp mouth stuck in the throat of the neck, the skinny left arm has been severed from the root, and the bones in the chest and abdomen are broken one by one and exposed to the skin.

The two of you have wings, and he comes to a bone fist like a hooligan fight, constantly fighting, and does not stop because of his disability.

Poof, poof, poof, two, one man and one bird finally fell to the ground.

Dongfang Xiaoshu was still leaning motionless against the wall, his legs constantly pushing back, and his hands were constantly trying to support his body and trying to stand up, but he couldn't stand up.

"The ancient divine bird, that is a legend-like existence, a monk who can beat the divine bird to the point of being incomplete, isn't that more legendary than a legend!"

"So just to be safe, just wait, wait for them to actually die."

Dongfang Xiaoshu thought.

Sure enough, a quarter of an hour after both sides fell to the ground, they each got up trembling and began to fight again, although the movement was very slow and slow.

But every punch and every wing was real.

Vitality is really an incredible thing, and I have to make the Oriental tree admire;

This punch or a wing hit his body, and his life was already whining, but these two immortals were still coming and going, and the skeleton monk actually glanced at himself, with a malicious look, which made Dongfang Xiaoshu's heart chuckle, and his hands and feet were unnaturally forced, but he still did not stand up.

As a result, his back and head slammed on the wall, and he accidentally bit his tongue, Dongfang Xiaoshu sighed in pain, and wiped his right hand, and his hands were full of blood.

With a snap, a round stone fell from the wall, coincidentally smashed on the head of the little tree in the east, and rolled to his feet and stopped.

It was really a dilapidated house and overnight rain, and the leaky boat was hit by a headwind.

After a burst of golden threads, the grinning Dongfang Xiaoshu bent his legs and hooked two fist-sized stones to his right hand.

He stretched out his right hand and pressed it against the stone, his mouth open, panting carelessly, not caring at all that his right hand, which was covered with blood, was getting clean little by little.

An inexplicable flash of joy flashed in the phoenix's eyes, and suddenly there was a cry, half of its wings were opened, and Padmasambhava's right claw took the opportunity to insert it into its heart without hindrance;

Before Padmasambhava could get complacent, his wings struck, and his already fragile neck could no longer withstand the destruction, and the huge bald head was fanned out from afar, and strangely enough, there was not a trace of blood spurting out of his neck.

A flame rekindled, enveloping the headless corpse in an instant, and incinerating it into nothingness in an instant.

The flames weakened slightly, and as they shook, they wrapped Padmasambhava's head in layers, but the head rolled restlessly back and forth, gradually approaching the place where the small tree in the east was.

"Hmph, you have to be buried with me when I die!"

The sound of Padmasambhava's broken gong came out.

"Then let's die together!"

Phoenix's stubborn voice rang out.

The flames burst out, and the head resisted desperately, but could not move an inch;

Dongfang Xiaoshu's right hand suddenly raised uncontrollably, and his body was forced to step forward like a broom being dragged down, and the stone in his hand fell freely on his head, rising and falling, and kept repeating.

"What age is this, have all the stones become fine?"

The little tree in the east was driven by the stone, and involuntarily smashed the head of Padmasambhava, thinking of it in his heart, and he was miserable.

With a click, the skull cracked, and the flames instantly brightened to dazzling, and the black and gold colors collided with it like smoke, and finally the smoke was extinguished, and the world was quiet.

The stone that rose high fell on Dongfang Xiaoshu's head again with a bang, and with a clatter of eggshell breaking, Dongfang Xiaoshu fell into a golden entanglement again, and completely fainted.

With a painful moan, Dongfang Xiaoshu's frowning brows gradually raised upward, and his eyelids, which were constantly struggling, finally broke through the obstacles and opened his eyes.

"I'm alive! Where is this? ”

Dongfang Xiaoshu raised his right hand and rubbed his eyebrows in a splitting headache, patted his forehead again and said, his eyes were finally focused, and the surrounding environment came into view clearly.

The blue sky is like the sea, quiet and lofty;

A few thin white clouds are like smoke, lazy and vast;

In front of a stone-built ancient road corridor is like a dragon, desolate and arrogant;

A few sparse ancient trees are like pillars, tall and vigorous;

The stench of corpses permeated all directions.

There was no one around, except for trees and grass, only stones of different sizes under the body, the desolate breath mixed with the foul smell infecting everything unscrupulously, Dongfang Xiaoshu looked at it a little bewildered, coughing.

"The first son, the third son, and Huizhi, where are you?"

Dongfang Xiaoshu endured the pain in his chest and abdomen and shouted, because they were not within his sight.

A consciousness descended from the sky and swept over Dongfang Xiaoshu's body, Dongfang Xiaoshu only felt a chill in his body, subconsciously curled up his body, and looked left and right in a little panic.

"Which sect are you a disciple of, why don't you enter the Lich Sanctuary and stay at the entrance?"

The majestic voice sounded in Dongfang Xiaoshu's ears, which frightened Dongfang Xiaoshu and almost collapsed.

"Returning to the master, the disciple doesn't know what's going on, but as soon as he comes in, he faints here, maybe because the disciple is weak, the disciple will go in immediately!"

Dongfang Xiaoshu finally stood up on all fours, grinned, and stumbled towards the corridor of the ancient road while holding his chest.

But he was secretly muttering in his heart: "Isn't it? Could it be that he fainted as soon as he entered the light gate, and then he kept dreaming? ”

"That's not right, if I faint, the first and third sons should try to wake themselves up when they see them, and they can't let themselves lie next to the light door?"

"I can't figure it out, I really can't figure it out!"

In a tent on the top of the West Mountain, an old man with hair like a withered leaf sat cross-legged, slowly opened his eyes, snorted heavily, and said to himself with a little doubt:

"The current Immortal Cultivation Sect is really getting more and more unproductive, even mortals who have not yet opened their roots can enter the door wall, and they have actually obtained a quota to enter the Lich Holy Land!"

"Hmph, I want to fish in troubled waters, I really don't know whether to live or die!"

"But it's really strange, I've been at least three times at the entrance, and why haven't I found a living person lying there?"

"No, I didn't see this person's appearance clearly!"

The old man's expression was like a withered leaf, his soul came out of his body, and he entered the light gate in the blink of an eye, searching back and forth between the light gate and the corridor of the ancient road, but did not find the figure of the oriental tree.

The old man, whose hair was like a withered leaf, had to exit the Light Gate, otherwise the death qi in the Lich Sanctuary would taint his soul and cause great damage to his cultivation.

"I didn't expect that when the old man still looked away, he must have a qi machine covered by a heavy treasure! Hmph, the old man doesn't believe that you can't come out! ”

The old man, whose hair was like a withered leaf, snorted heavily, talked to himself a little unwillingly, stood up, dusted off the folds on his clothes, and walked out of the tent.