Yuanwu Ancestor remembered many memories that had faded away, and he understood that it was because of the turmoil caused by the erosion of Yin Qi, which was a little different from the past.

But he loved the feeling of reminiscing about the past.

It's just that no one can listen to him say something about the past, which is a very sad thing.

Fortunately, there is a person in front of me who only has one breath left, so it doesn't hurt to tell her.

Of course, secrets can only be told to the dead or about to die.

"Actually, before you became this person, not like a human or a ghost, you were more like my little senior sister than Liu Yunchan. The cicada also had a round face when she was young, and when she was angry, she pursed her lips and looked very sweet. Do you know how the sweeter little sister died? She was pushed into the mouth of the demon by me, and she was sucked away alive. But I had to do it, because my Escape Charm still needed a little more time to activate. She'll understand, but it doesn't matter if she doesn't, because she's dead. ”

Zhong Zhen listened silently, in fact, she couldn't hear too much, her ears had already been shocked and bleeding, such a gentle tone, the voice was too small to hear.

Yuanwu Old Ancestor continued to speak in his old rough voice in a young man's tone, "It's a pity that you are a demon cultivator, but it's a pity that you are too old." The seventh-order demon cultivator is probably much older than me. You're ruthless and cunning enough, but you've met me, so you're going to die."

Yes, I'm cunning and ruthless enough, and it just so happens that you're unlucky enough to meet me, so you have to die.

Zhong Zhen repeated Yuan Wu's self-talk in his heart, and watched with a smile as his sideburns, which had been scattered, slowly drooped down, without even a trace of screams and sounds.

He died so quietly, like a cold snowflake falling from the sky, falling into the mortal dust and dirt.

This originally majestic ancestor aged at a rapid speed, his body became shriveled, and with the flying sword that he could no longer control, he fell under the clouds.

While he was still alive, chattering and expressing the secrets in his heart, Zhong Zhen finally gathered enough strength to touch the treasure bag hanging from his waist.

A total of seven swords, three daggers, and a steel spike were spawned. With the demonic qi slowly pushed to the head of the Yuanwu Ancestor, all the magic weapons pierced into his sea of consciousness at the same time.

Why do you say so many things, before the wicked die, they always like to talk nonsense, this seems to be a rule of heaven.

Whether it's killing or being killed, they always like to nag and keep talking.

Of course, Zhong Zhen understands why.

Because most of the wicked people are not evil to the limit, they are not ignorant and unconscious earth demons, and they still have an unforgettable obsession in their hearts.

Anyone who has an obsession will be affected by yin energy.

And people who have obsessions often can't help but say a lot of boring things.

Especially when you know that the other party is going to die, you always want to confide in your heart, and then bury the darkest secrets in your heart forever by the way.

How many dead people did Yuan Wu say to this paragraph? Or some other woman who also heard this passage on their deathbed. It's not important anymore, the important thing is that those women, including the little sister, can finally look at it.

Without the support of the Yuan Wu Ancestor's aura, the huge sword began to fall. Zhong Zhen wanted to gather a trace of aura and open the storage ring to take out an elixir that replenished aura, but any of her efforts were in vain.

The body is so broken that it is completely unable to absorb any aura from the outside world.

She was now extremely looking forward to Mu Qingsong, who was still waiting not far away to collect the body.

After killing the Yuan Wu Ancestor, there were many other disciples of the Firmament Sword Sect in the distance, so even if she didn't fall to her death, she was still likely to turn into a corpse quickly.

The magic weapon of the Qiankun Mirror had lost a lot of the trick of trying to hide people's eyes and ears and make people sword together, but all the ones that killed Yuan Wu before were recovered, plus some in the treasure bag, it was enough to kill a bunch of people.

But they shouldn't be like Yuan Wu, who has a lot of nonsense to talk about, and I'm afraid they will swarm her into meat scraps.

Thinking of Wang Cong, the former peak master of Tianxuanzong's Diexiu Peak, Zhong Zhen smiled bitterly, probably not much different from him.

But there was not even a person to collect the body, and those people were too far apart. How far Yuan Wu Ancestor took her away, Zhong Zhen didn't know, the injury was too serious, and she didn't have much sense of time and distance anymore.

All the way down, her fingers slowly probed to the dantian, there was still a little bit of it, just a trace of it could touch the dantian, and she could enter it by taking out the Qiankun mirror.

Maybe God heard her screaming, and suddenly the aura around her entered her body like a wind sweeping away leaves.

The destruction of the body could not withstand this powerful aura, which gave Zhong Zhen the illusion of being cut by a thousand knives, and the extreme pain spread to every inch of flesh and bones. But she had an aura, and the Qiankun mirror was taken out.

The damage to the flesh and bones is too great, but the Sky Stepping Technique is still unusable, and it is not possible to control the flying magic weapon. Why didn't she buy a magic weapon that could be filled with spirit stones to fly, she immediately regretted it very much. I used to rely too much on my wings, and I didn't feel the need for this at all.

However, at this time, there was another trouble, her abdominal cavity was full of blood, and she could only make a hoarse sound of "ho-ho" when she opened her mouth, and she was completely unable to speak. The divine consciousness can't be transmitted to the mirror, and the little ghost doesn't even know that she is facing the line of life and death.

At this time, it is the evening season, and the slanting sun reflects the sunset like a light red veil, which is beautiful. Although Zhong Zhen tilted her head, she didn't look at such a beautiful scenery, her body was attached to the Qiankun mirror, and she was still dying and struggling, trying her best to make any small sounds, hoping that maybe the sleeping ghost could hear it.

The faint sunset, but somehow suddenly became more vivid, red as blood, and layers of thick clouds instantly covered the entire sky above.

As the sunset changed, a mountain rain was about to come, and the low pressure of the wind filling the building appeared, and there seemed to be a muffled rumbling sound in the sky. The sound is getting louder and louder, and the red glow is getting more and more.

This is not the sunset, Zhong Zhenyi will come over, it is the thunder tribulation that he has seen from afar.

However, this thunderstorm was not far away, but the sky right above her head.

Above Zhong Zhen's head, there was a thunderstorm gathering.

God wants me to die, I have to die.

She has always been worried that she is a human and not a human, a beast and not a beast, for fear that one day when she rises to the seventh order, there will be a thunder tribulation inexplicably, just like a human cultivating Yuan Infant will have a thunder tribulation.

The good is not spiritual, and the bad is always spiritual.

has been broken to the point that there is no good flesh and bones, God still does not let her go, and in the end, there is a thunderstorm, which makes her soul scattered, broken into slag, and makes a final farewell to this world.

The Qiankun mirror under the body kept vibrating, like boiling water.

Zhong Zhen didn't notice the change in the mirror, she was completely stunned by the impending thunderstorm, and she almost didn't even have the courage to struggle. The demon body has infinite fear of the powerful thunder, which is the most instinctive reaction of the body.

Even courage was useless, she couldn't move at all. The body is so dilapidated, not to mention the thunder, even if the thunder wood is casually pumped a few times, it can't help but die immediately.

Suddenly awakened from the advancement, she was chased and killed by waves of people, until she finally killed the Yuanwu Ancestor, dying and struggling to the present. However, in the end, it was still a failure.

Zhong Zhen, who had never felt hopeless, closed her eyes tightly in pain at the moment, completely powerless to make any more resistance.

This kind of taste of closing your eyes and waiting for death is really very unpleasant! (To be continued.) )