Chapter 113: Killing

"Are you going to die? Burned to the ground like the monk before him? No! Never! Zhou Moyang desperately swung out the palm wind, which could shatter the palm wind of a thousand catties of boulders, but it could only barely slow down the speed of the fire phoenix. Zhou Moyang kept retreating, and he had reached the edge of the cliff, and below was a deep valley shrouded in clouds and mist, and there was no bottom in sight.

If you don't use the Wind Resisting Technique, even if he is a foundation building monk and has the ability to protect the body, I am afraid that if he falls into a deep valley, he will fall into a puddle of mud, and if he uses the Wind Resisting Technique, he will not be able to escape the pursuit of the fire phoenix. What to do? The fire phoenix approached inch by inch, and although Zhou Moyang was in front of him, the palm wind was strong enough to break the gold and broken stones, but he still couldn't stop it. The scorching breath made Zhou Moyang's clothes scorched, and even his hair began to turn yellow, if he hadn't used his spiritual power to protect himself and become an ordinary person, I am afraid that he would have become a charred corpse, and even the corpse would have been incinerated into ashes.

"This seat will let you enjoy death to vent the hatred in your heart!" Wan Qingping's face was vicious, the fire flashed in his hands, and the speed of the fire phoenix suddenly slowed down a little. On the edge of the cliff, Zhou Moyang was overjoyed, his heart was slightly relieved, and the palm wind couldn't help but slow down a little, after all, such an intensity of exertion consumes great spiritual power. However, as soon as his palm wind eased, the fire phoenix screamed, and the flames all over his body rose, as if he was about to rush, forcing Zhou Moyang to maintain his palm wind.

In just a few breaths, it seemed as long as a few days, Zhou Moyang's forehead continued to flow beads of sweat, and it was instantly baked into steam, and the feeling of hovering between life and death made his whole body tremble. Zhou Moyang is naturally afraid of death, in the whole world, when really facing death, there are a few people who can be fearless, and a few people who can be fearless. Especially when it comes to dying worthlessly, especially with concern.

The fire phoenix was getting closer and closer, Zhou Moyang's cuffs had turned into black ash, and the scorching air made it difficult to maintain his breathing, and the breath of death enveloped him. When people are about to die, there will always be people in their minds who they are concerned about. Father, mother, eldest brother, including Zhang Yida, Liu Rusi, and Dong Jiaxian, who once knew each other, and even Bai Yunzi, Mingyue Fairy, Ouyang Yibing, and Jiang Junlin all flashed in Zhou Moyang's mind one by one.

In a short moment, Zhou Moyang's heart swelled with extreme unwillingness, he never thought that he would die like this, he was unwilling to die like this! At this moment, the fire phoenix rushed in, it opened its mouth, and spewed out a flame that was stronger than its own body, and in an instant, the flames enveloped Zhou Moyang's entire body.

"Just like that...... Wan Qingping frowned slightly, he felt that Zhou Moyang's death was too simple, too fast, not enough to eliminate his hatred. Wan Qingping's face couldn't help but twist, and he roared in a low voice: "Even if you die, this seat will feed your bones to the dogs, so that you will die without a place to be buried." ”

At this time, wrapped in the intense flames, all of Zhou Moyang's spiritual power turned into a barrier to protect his body, this was his last struggle, and his spiritual power was rapidly consumed under the scorching flames. Often at the time of life and death, it is the most enlightening to people, on the verge of death, Zhou Moyang's mind is unprecedentedly clear, and his sense of the things around him is becoming clearer and clearer, as if it is suddenly hundreds of times clearer. The sound of the fire phoenix flapping its wings, the roar of the flames, and the scorching heat of the fire interpret the life of the fire...... With a small amount of spiritual power, Zhou Moyang raised his hand and threw out the Heavenly Thunder Zi that had already been held in his hand at Wan Qingping.

"Hoo ......" and "bang ......" There was a loud bang that shook the sky, and silver lightning flew wildly. What the! In Wan Qingping's incredulous gaze, a blue bead exploded less than three feet beside him. Wan Qingping only felt that his eyes were dark, and he died depressed with unbelief and unwillingness. "Wow!" After Wan Qingping died, the fire phoenix screamed, froze, and then slowly disappeared.

At this time, Zhou Moyang's blue clothes all over his body had withered yellow and even scorched black, and his hair was almost dying, and he no longer had half of his handsome appearance before. He slowly got up from the ground, looked at Wan Qingping, who was covered in charcoal and even the storage bag had turned into black charcoal, and gasped for breath. He glanced at the edge of the cliff not far away, and a look of surprise couldn't help but appear in his eyes, and he shouted in his heart: "Alive!" I'm alive! That's great! I'm alive! "It's good to be alive!

Getting rid of the brink of death, as if he was reborn, the indescribable joy and excitement filled Zhou Moyang's body and mind. The mountain wind, sometimes calm, sometimes howling, like a beating heart......

Five days later, about a thousand miles east of Dragon King Island, the entrance of a cave was sealed by a boulder. Inside the cave, it was pitch black, and there was the sound of water droplets, and it was damp. "Dita", "Dida", in the dark and damp cave, cold muddy water oozed from the top, dripping down, some dripping on Zhou Moyang's clothes, some dripping on his face, like tears, down his cheeks, sliding down.

"Huhu" Zhou's breathing suddenly sped up a lot, and after a while, Zhou Moyang, who had woken up, sat up suddenly, staring straight ahead with his eyes, and then looked around again, with a confused look in his eyes, an empty head, and a little bit of recalling something. It took him a long time before he fully remembered what had happened before.

Zhou Moyang sat cross-legged in the cave, trying his best to restrain his own aura, and the aura around him that was not too strong converged towards him, and was inhaled into his abdomen by him, and after a while, he slowly spit it out.

At this time, five days have passed since the battle with Wan Qingping. At that time, Zhou Moyang's spiritual power was almost exhausted, and even the original yuan was injured, and he was burned by Wan Qingping's fire phoenix, which could not be ignored. Otherwise, when the fire and poison attack the heart, it will also greatly damage the cultivation. After forcing out the fire poison that had invaded his body, Zhou Moyang began to recover slowly.

After the battle that day, with his situation at that time, he naturally couldn't stay near the Baizong Gate anymore, so Zhou Moyang endured the discomfort of his body, and after two days of recovering his spiritual power and flying slowly, he finally found the cave here. After feeling that this place is suitable for recuperation, after digging a little, I blocked the hole with a boulder, and I fainted from physical exhaustion. After three days of slumber, he was awakened by the drops of water dripping from the roof of the cave. "......Huh" for a long time, Zhou Moyang let out a long breath, opened his eyes, and the dark cave was unobstructed under his eyes.

After another five days, he had already recovered fifty percent of his spiritual power, and he groaned slightly, he couldn't stay here for a long time, it was still too close to the sect, if he met the powerful monks who came from Demon Cloud Ridge in the future, it would be bad.

At that moment, Zhou Moyang stood up and pushed away the covering boulder. The sky outside the cave was bright, and the light pierced into the cave, and Zhou Moyang couldn't help but squint slightly. The next moment, he stared ahead with wide eyes, and the afternoon sun, obliquely scattered from the dense branches and leaves, reflected on Zhou Moyang's body, and brightened the not deep cave behind him. It also reflects everything in front of him clearly.

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