Huang Ming may have seen that his death was inevitable, so he simply closed his eyes and stopped paying attention to what was happening around him, and he was even unmoved by Liu Shuang standing next to him with a dagger, which was Chi Guoguo's contempt for Liu Shuang.

For this teenager who has just entered adulthood, Liu Shuang admires it a little in his heart, but his social experience makes him only think of these means to oppose him Liu Shuang. Thinking about it, Liu Shuang's hand slashed across Huang Ming's neck, and there was no imaginary blood rushing out from the position of the neck, only a miserable white wound with deep visible bones, including rolled flesh and skin, exposed in the air. The smile hanging high on the corner of Huang Ming's mouth seemed to be a mockery of Liu Shuang, and it was also like a challenge, even if it was death, this young man died very arrogant and backbone, and it was because of this that Liu Shuang gave him a happy end, if Huang Ming opened his mouth to beg Liu Shuang for mercy, then the result would be completely different, and it would definitely be the result of life being worse than death.

"This is the end of going against Liumang!" Liu Shuanghuo's turning gaze swept over all the six-mangs below like an eagle, and he quickly turned around and took up the corner of the windbreaker, and Liu Shuang's powerful aura was fully displayed at this moment.

Bringing Huang Ming here, Liu Shuang is for this purpose, he wants to use Huang Ming to strengthen the cohesion inside Liumang, only a hand clenched into a fist is more powerful and more lethal.

Liu Shuang's words drove the momentum of all the people, and after Liu Shuang's words fell, thousands of people standing below waved their fists excitedly and shouted: "Kill——! Kill ——! Kill ——! ”

Liu Shuang is very satisfied with such a result, what he needs is such a result.

······ The next day, Liu Shuang was eating and suddenly felt a burning heat on his body, as if he had been fried in an oil pot, the heat seemed to penetrate into the bone marrow, in the flesh, every part of the body, every cell was boiling, Liu Shuang didn't know what was going on, he forcibly put down his rice bowl and sat down on the cold floor.

The heat continued to rise, Liu Shuang could clearly feel the increase in heat, his eyes could no longer see clearly, and a blood-red scenery replaced the scenery around him.

It was a red world, the sky was red, the earth was red, there was no grass, no soil, only red magma was constantly tumbling, and large pieces of fiery red rocks kept falling from the sky, with fierce flames.

In the middle of the boiling magma, a delicate pink flower is quietly opening, the pink petals are as crystal as amber, exuding a refreshing fragrance, which makes people feel refreshed. A circle of pink light emanated from this flower, like a halo behind the Buddha.

The flower slowly opened its petals, and a green fruit was exposed from the inside, the fruit was as crystal clear as a green diamond, without any flaws, crystal clear, and without a core! Zhang's is a bit like star fruit.

Suddenly, the flower and the fruit turned into a pink ribbon of light and spread out, spinning lightly between the fiery red sky and the earth, like a fairy.

Suddenly, Liu Shuang's body was stunned, the fiery red scene that appeared in his eyes turned into nothingness in an instant, and the burning sensation on his body disappeared together, as if it had never appeared, but Liu Shuang felt that something was wrong with his body, and he couldn't feel it, but he always felt that it was very different from before.

It's weird! Liu Shuang stood up in wonder, he remembered the flower that had just appeared in his mind, the green fruit was exactly the same as the fruit he ate in the Guangming Temple, could there be any connection between the two? Liu Shuang thought to himself, it must be! It's not such a coincidence, it must have something to do with that fruit, Liu Shuang basically concluded.

Guangming Temple, it is really a mysterious place, it seems that it is necessary to go again, Liu Shuang took out the yellow note from his pocket, "Lord, there will be a period later!" "Lord? There will be a period later, it seems that the monk should know the Tao, it may be that there were more people who went last time, and it is inconvenient for him to say.

Suddenly, his gaze touched his hand, and his eyes widened instantly! His hands, now swarthy, resembled those of a child who had never washed their hands, or simply the hands of a black man, covered with something like mud.

When he saw his hands, Liu Shuang suddenly felt that his whole body was itchy and wet! He immediately rushed into the bathroom and looked in the mirror, "Oops, I'll go!" As soon as he looked at the mirror, Liu Shuang's dirty words blurted out, and he saw that there was still Liu Shuang in the mirror! It's just a monster wrapped in black mud.

This sudden situation completely blinded Liu Shuang, what kind of situation is this, while taking a bath, Liu Shuang carefully analyzed the events of the past two days, and first ruled out the possibility of poisoning! His body didn't feel any discomfort other than the burning sensation just now.

Liu Shuang connected everything, these abnormalities in his body must have something to do with the fruit that looked a bit like star fruit, and the root of this problem was in the Guangming Temple!

······ Guangming Mountain, Guangming Temple.

The old monk with white beard and eyebrows and the middle-aged monk stood side by side on a mountain peak wrapped in clouds and mist, with brisk flowing white clouds under their feet, and the mountain was high and man-made peaks.

"He successfully absorbed the Fire Spirit Fruit." It was the voice of a middle-aged monk, his voice was low and slow, like an old bell that rang again and again, and each one was dull and powerful.

The old monk raised his head, and the eyes as bright as lightning on his old face stared quietly at the sky above his head, where except for the blue sky, all that remained was a few white clouds that occasionally drifted by, and at a certain boundary above this, there was a thin membrane, like cicada wings wrapped around the land below, above it was a cold winter, and below it was a warm spring.

"It won't last much longer! All things in heaven and earth can only rely on this! People respect my lord, I hope to awaken as soon as possible! When the old monk said this, he did not have the Buddha state of not being sad or happy, but a compassionate look, and his face was full of worry.

"It's not going to be flat down there." The middle-aged monk's face did not have any expression, as if his expression had been like this since he was born.

"Brahma's people and those old guys will block those who should be overdone." When the old monk said this, there was a slight relief on his face.

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