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A roar was heard.

The old man of the land male yellow paused because of the flickering of the gray light arrow, and he could not dodge the impact of the impact of the two forces.

Huang Xin, a black-robed man with a black bow, couldn't help but tremble, and the gray mist on his body reached the thinnest level ever.

And at this moment, a golden light that had always been hidden in the depths of Huang Xin's pupils suddenly flickered and became more and more dazzling.

Then, under Huang Xin's scream, the golden light in his pupils suddenly burst out, enveloping his entire body.

Sneer-

The gray mist rolled and wanted to corrode the golden light, but it seemed to be controlled and suppressed by another consciousness, and its power was reduced several times.

"I, Huang Xin, finally have a chance to take back control of my body!" Huang Xin's roar resounded in the golden light.

The gray mist in his pupils quickly dissipated visibly to the human eye, and was replaced by golden light. Although it is still dead and silent, it is more agile.

Rumble!

The gray light arrow still broke through Old Man Huang's golden light, and rushed towards Old Man Huang with an astonishing sharp aura.

It's just that because of Huang Xin's own confusion, the direction of the gray light arrow was slightly off, and it pierced into Old Man Huang's left chest in an instant!

Old man Huang spurted out a mouthful of blood again and fell to the ground. The old face was bloodless, his lips were chapped, and the vitality on his body was fading rapidly.

Similarly, the impact of Old Man Huang's golden light explosion turned into a strong fluctuation, causing Huang Xin's body to be thrown backwards, and finally fell heavily to the ground.

Huang Xin's body was full of golden light, as if he had burst out with the full strength of a magic weapon, and his body turned into a golden light, dissipating in the distant sky.

"Xiaoyan, catch up with him!" Wu Hao looked at the direction in which Huang Xin fled and said coldly.

"Yes!" The black mist on Zhong Xiaoyan's body rolled, turning into a black whirlwind, rushing into the air with the raindrops the size of beans, and chasing towards the direction of Huang Xin's escape.

Wu Hao and Tong Shiyi flashed to the side of the old man Huang who fell to the ground, Wu Hao ran the battle and refined the Demon Sutra, and used spiritual power to seal the wound of the old man Huang.

But soon, his face darkened.

Even his cultivation after using the Immortal Flame Bronze to increase his holdings couldn't be sealed......

The gray light arrow just now just stabbed Huang Lao's heart.

Tong Shiyi's face was panicked, he picked up Old Man Huang with his right hand, and his left hand shook up and down and didn't know where to put it, Old Huang was soaked all over his body, and it was all blood.

The raindrops the size of beans poured down, but they couldn't wash away the blood on Huang Lao's body.

"Ahem......" Old Man Huang coughed violently.

His breathing was staccato, blood gushing from the corners of his mouth, with some fragments of internal organs, which was shocking.

"Eleven." Old Man Huang's left hand grabbed Tong Shiyi's left hand and shook it lightly.

He looked sideways at Wu Hao, who was squatting next to Eleven.

"You...... Ahem! ”

"Investigation...... Clear? Old man Huang coughed and asked in a weak voice.

Wu Hao nodded: "It's clear." ”

Wu Hao flipped his hand, took out a pill of Eight Spirit Pills, and put it in Old Man Huang's mouth.

Old man Huang shook his head, he knew that any elixir was useless.

"How...... What is it? Old man Huang shook Tong Eleven's hand, "Find your ...... Father and ...... Ancestors? ”

Tong Eleven was so grief-stricken that the rain hit him and ran down his hair and his face to his eyes.

I couldn't tell if it was rain or tears on my face.

His red eyes were in a state of panic...... Turning his head to look at the six corpse puppets lying on the ground not far away, his eyes were complicated.

"Find ...... Got it! Huang Lao, you hold on! You must not leave me behind......" Tong Eleven's heart was in a mess.

When he saw Huang Lao's appearance, he was really scared, very scared.

Since he was ten years old, Huang Lao has always taken care of him, just like his grandfather. In his heart, Huang Lao is the closest person to him in the world.

Although Huang Lao sometimes quarreled with him and disciplined him for investigating the mysterious waters, he was worried that he would disappear like his father and ancestors.

Now seeing that Huang Lao was seriously injured and dying, Tong Shiyi was only eighteen years old after all, and he was also panicked and didn't know what to do...... He didn't want Huang Lao to leave him, and he didn't want Grandpa Huang to leave him......

When Old Man Huang heard Tong Shiyi's answer, a hint of relaxation flashed on his pale face: "Find ...... It's good to find it, and ...... it later There they are...... Have them take care of you, old man, I'm ...... I'm relieved too...... Rest assured to go. ”

"No, no, no......" Tong Eleven was even more flustered when he heard Huang Lao's words, "...... them They're all dead, and there's no one to take care of me...... No one will take care of me in the future! Huang Lao, you still have to take care of me, you can't leave me! What should I do, what should I do......"

Old man Huang heard Tong Shiyi's words, his face turned gloomy, and he pursed his lips.

"Both...... They're all dead......"

"I shouldn't have agreed...... You shouldn't have agreed to let him practice that exercise......"

Old Man Huang looked sideways at Wu Hao, his pale face flushed with pleading, "You...... Sorry for your ...... Spend a snack and help the old man...... Take care of ......"

Wu Hao nodded, patted Tong Eleven's shoulder, and said, "I will take good care of Eleven." ”

Wu Hao's heart was also uneven, not only because the old man was the only immortal he had seen in the mortal world, but also because of Tong Eleven.

From the tone and actions of Old Man Huang and Tong Shiyi before, he could imagine the relationship between Old Man Huang and Tong Shiyi.

Before meeting him, Old Man Huang felt that he was the last immortal in the mortal world, and what about Eleven? My father and grandparents are all missing, leaving the ten-year-old Eleven alone.

Old man Huang himself is lonely, and he raised another lonely Tong Eleven...... Two lonely people, one old and one young, rely on each other.

But at this moment, two people who are not lonely because they rely on each other have to be separated again and lonely again.

Tong Shiyi shook his head in a panic, watching Huang Lao's breathing getting weaker and weaker, he couldn't stop shaking his head, wanting to stop what he didn't want to see.

However, when I think of the things of the ancestors, I think of the things of the ancestors and my father...... Helplessness was like an ancient beast that struck at his heart.

Now, even the last one of my own dependences is gone.

His eyes were red, his voice was choked, and his red eyes were blurred.

Tong Shiyi hurriedly wiped his eyes, he wanted to see Huang Lao clearly, he was worried that he would never see it again in the future.

When Old Man Huang heard Wu Hao's assurance, his expression immediately relaxed a lot, there is an Immortal Monarch who is willing to take care of Eleven, what else is there to worry about?

He gritted his teeth, as if his injuries had recovered, and motioned to Tong Eleven, "Eleven, help me sit up." ”

Tong Shiyi hurriedly obeyed in a panic and helped Old Man Huang to sit upright.

Old Man Huang took a deep breath, the blood at the corner of his mouth was washed away by the rain, and the last bit of blood on his face finally disappeared, leaving only pale.

While pinching the trick, he looked at Wu Hao, and transmitted his voice through a faint divine sense, "Shang Immortal, over the years, after Xiao Xian's research, if there is something to pull between the immortal barriers, then it will be much easier to break through the barriers. ”

"Although the little immortal has exhausted the immortal root, there is still a trace of immortal power in the primordial god, and I can wish the immortal a helping hand." (To be continued.) )