Lou Senmu looked at the fallen Siping Tongshan, although he was only a few face-to-face with the other party, but the dog told him that the other party was here to answer his own land, so he was very unwilling and wanted to pull the other party in, Wang Qiming pulled him, Lou Senmu could only cry and shout, "Triangle eyes come in!" Triangular eyes come in! ”

Lou Senmu was very annoyed, by now, the other party had fallen for himself, and he didn't even know his name, he only remembered the other party's pair of bright triangular eyes.

The teleportation was instantaneous, and after only one or two breaths, the dog felt like he had fallen to the ground, and after the six-pointed star disappeared, everyone walked out.

At this time, it was dark and starry. Everyone didn't speak, only Lou Senmu was still choking.

Suddenly! I heard Yan Shisan shouting almost heartbreakingly, "Master~Fu!" ”。

The dog turned around and saw Liu Napo, who had been put on the ground by Yan Shisan, and the other party looked very peaceful and smiling.

Gou'er, Wang Qiming, and Lou Senmu also came around, Wang Qiming squatted down, touched each other's pulses, and sat on the ground, "Hehe!" Hehe! He giggled vigorously.

"Grandpa Wang! Grandpa Wang! Lou Senmu nervously pushed Wang Qiming.

The dog put his hand on Liu Napo's wrist, and the person was already stiff, and it seemed that he had left before entering the teleportation array.

"Oh! Howl ~ Howl! To be honest, Yan Shisan's cry was not good at all, and it directly scared the dog.

It was getting darker and darker, and the surroundings were quiet and scary, and Yan Shisan cried more and more fiercely, and he didn't stop for a whole night.

At first, the dog was afraid that Zhuang Sandao would hear it, and asked Wang Qiming to warn Yan Shisan not to cry anymore, after all, people can't be resurrected after death, but Wang Qi understood the dog's glance and dropped a sentence, "Call them to come!" ”

Later, Yan Shisan cried louder and louder. Not to mention Zhuang Sandao, the wild wolves with green eyes around them all hid far away when they heard Yan Shisan's howl, and Lou Senmu and the dog slept well.

In the morning, Yan 13 stopped crying and dug in the sand with his hands! Dig! Dig!

Dig until the sun rises three poles, one person deep. A pit 4 meters long and 3 meters wide appeared in front of everyone.

Yan Shisan didn't speak, put Liu Napo in, and buried the other party with a handful of soil.

Wang Qiming stood behind Yan Shisan, Gou'er, and Lou Senmu, tears slid down his cheeks and fell to the ground silently, and the three people kneeling on the ground heard it clearly, "Bata! Bata! 、、、”

Yan Shisan didn't shed tears, it was already done last night.

Lou Senmu turned around worriedly and pulled down Wang Qiming, and whispered, "Lord, master, master, don't, don't cry~!" ”

The dog knelt in front of Liu Napo's curtain, without joy or sorrow. But with a solemn expression, this is the respect that this elder should have, because of Ni Shushui, because of the snow at the East Gate, because of Lou Senmu.

Yan Shisan handed a map to the dog, which was a topographic map of the entire sand sea.

Yan Shisan smiled, the smile was very reluctant, and pointed to a line he had marked on the map and said, "It's 120 gold coins to buy land." You take them along here, all the way to the Donger Basin. Wherever you go, you'll be out of the scope of the 'Quicksand Club', and you'll be fine! ”

"What about you?" Before the dog could speak, Lou Senmu grabbed the words with a reluctant look.

Yan 13 paused, "Me! He looked at the sky in the distance, and then said, "I'm here to accompany the master!" Take care of your grandfather! ”

Lou Senmu looked at the dog as if asking for help, not knowing what to say, but in fact, he also knew. What accompanies the master? Don't you just want to work hard! It's true, think I don't know?

The dog didn't speak, and there were some things, as a man, I felt bad in my heart. Yu Qi let Yan Shisan hold back, it is better to let the other party give it a go, maybe it is still the other party's chance.

Wang Qiming straightened his hair: "Swallow!" If you want to come back alive, if you can't run! ”

"Hmmm! Know! Yan Shisan nodded, his voice trembled a little, and he didn't dare to look at Wang Qiming, mainly because he was afraid that Wang Qiming would see the tears on his face, in fact, Yan Shisan's face was nothing, just his eyes were red.

Watching Lou Senmu disappear into the wind and sand in the distance, Yan Shisan felt more relaxed than he had ever been, kneeling on the master's grave, the wind blew through his ears, and there were fine sand and dust hitting his legs and robes, Yan Shisan was motionless, like an old monk in a fixed position.

Zhuang Sandao wiped the blood on the long sword, and almost never stopped from last night to now, fighting several times intermittently.

First of all, because of the corpse of Siping Tongshan, a group of monks rushed over like mosquitoes smelling blood after seeing Siping Tongshan fall.

At first, Zhuang Sandao thought that everyone was because of hatred, and indeed those two pits killed many people.

When the monks of the brigade tore apart and took away the corpse of Siping Tongshan in front of his eyes、、、 and then looted it, he realized that the reason why everyone was desperate was because they grabbed a piece of Siping Tongshan's corpse!

Not bad! There is such a rule in the bounty list, 'Whoever kills the evidence will be rewarded with a million'.

Finally stopping the robbery, the surrounding monks gradually calmed down under the long whip of him and Nomukule, and the people began to curl up in the cold night wind of the Arashitan and groaned and whimpered, and there were more than a dozen corpses on the ground.

Just after the child, Zhuang Sandao buried the headless Zhuang Biwu in a leeward sandy bay, remembering that his brother was afraid of the cold, and basically hid in the house every winter, and almost did not come out much.

The torch shines brightly around the ground, there is no inscription on the cemetery, it is made of the armor of a dead monk, Zhuang Sandao uses the long sword that has followed him for many years, and carves two names on the armor, Zhuang Biwu and Zhuang Biwen、、、、

A cemetery, a corpse, two names? Zhuang Sandao's heart was very painful, but no matter how many people he called, how to find the torches, on the sand where the fierce battle just now, there was no trace of Zhuang Biwen, and he walked too cleanly.

At this time, the people who had already quieted down became commotion again, and they called Nuomukule to ask and found out that it was because of a Yuan Weapon, a low-grade Yuan Weapon, the most inferior kind.

A monk found a low-grade yuan weapon in the pit where Siping Tongshan stabbed his companion to death with a tooth knife, which was a knife with a very beautiful style, but before he could come up, he was torn half to death by his companion like a hungry wolf, and his ears were gone.

Then there was another scuffle, but this time there were not a few deaths, according to Nomukule, four.

I finally waited until dawn, and I thought that this time I could finally stop. Zhuang Sandao just closed his eyes and wanted to breathe for a while, but yesterday his left arm was hit by Yan Thirteen's halberd, and now he is numb, it is estimated that it is blood stasis! Suddenly, I heard that someone was fighting again.

When he hurriedly opened his eyes, he saw two monks scuffling not far away. A spear entered the opponent's abdomen, a short knife was inserted into the opponent's chest, and a dying monk was lying at his feet.

"What's going on!" Zhuang Sandao roared at Nomukule.

Nomukul also knew from the mouths of the surrounding monks that he pointed to the two sides of the fight, "My lord! The man had hysteria and cut his brother's 、、、、."

"Damn it!" Zhuang Sandao's voice was so low that almost no one could hear it. After finishing speaking, he ignored Nuomukule and sat on the sand, so tired! Rantan is no longer beautiful.

Although the 'Quicksand Club' is a non-governmental organization, it actually has a lot of particularities, such as war damage and thick falls.

Nomukule's efficiency was extremely low, and the morning passed like this, and everyone was eating jerky in their mouths to worship the dead.

Except for the dealer brothers. The reunification was buried in the poison pit made by Siping Tongshan, and the wind was still so fierce.

"Look! That guy is back! ”

Suddenly! A monk pointed to a black dot on the west side. That black dot is very recognizable, it is Yan Shisan, and the image given by that trident is too deep.

Yan Shisan didn't walk fast or slow, he was still so hanging, and there were already monks who began to touch the sword on his body, that was money! At least 1 million!

No! It should be dozens of 1 million. Yesterday the man was divided into dozens of pieces, and many of those present have begun to dream of the life of a rich man.

Zhuang Sandao used his divine thoughts to probe Yan Shisan, who was already less than a mile, yes! It's just the other party, but it's okay! Why is my heart panicking for no reason?

Zhuang Sandao turned around and whispered to his younger brother Zhuang Sihu, "Four tigers!" A bit of eyesight. If it's not right, it's flashing! ”

Yan Shisan walked less than 100 meters away from the team in full view of everyone, probably because he was afraid, he didn't go any further, the trident was inserted on the ground, and he sat down.

There was no order, no order, all the monks, the cat waist forward, Yan Thirteen was getting closer and closer to them, and 1 million were also getting closer and closer to them.

It was already less than thirty meters, and Yan Shisan hadn't moved, his eyes were closed, as if he was asleep.

"Whoosh! Sou! Sou! Sou! "There were a few short feather arrows shooting at Yan Thirteen, and I didn't see how Yan Thirteen dodged, but the arrows were like afraid of Yan Thirteen, and they hid.

Zhuang Sandao followed behind everyone, he was the leading brother, this is his consistent style.

When he saw those losses sparing Yan Shisan to shoot past, Zhuang Sandao stopped, his voice was as light as a mosquito, as if he was saying to himself, "Four tigers!" We~Flash! ”。

The flash word is a light mouth, Zhuang Sandao didn't turn around and began to retreat, and the monk in front of him had already begun to rush forward for 1 million.

Yan Shisan sat on the ground, feeling the turbulence of the Yuan Force in the air, now he could easily identify the other party's location without using his eyes, is this the space? Is this what the 'Washing of the Marrow Sutra' says?

The enemy is so strong that the halberd rises first before the people move.

When he opened his eyes, he took the halberd and swung it in all directions with full force of his strength, and two or three monks were knocked away.

Yan Shisan was facing west at this time, and that direction was the place where the master was resting, and he was sad for a while, and turned around to 'space distortion', and the master became famous.

I saw that the space in front of Yan Shisan was distorted, and then some of the monks who rushed over were wailing, some were struggling, some were distorted, and some were even dead.

Yan Shisan swept towards the space halberd in front of him, and more than a dozen corpses flew out, some hit the bodies of their companions behind them and continued to impact, some flew into the air, like kites, and some couldn't withstand the huge Yuan Force noise, turning into blood mist in the air, like people's beautiful dreams, shattered in an instant.

"Ahh Take your life! "Yan Shisan finally got a little creative this time, and added one in front! It is mainly needed for the ventilation formula in the 'Washing the Pulp Sutra'.

The monks felt the turmoil of the Yuan Force in the air, and were knocked down by the companions who flew in, and were pressed down by the companions who fell from high in the sky, watching their companions being beaten into the sand by Yan Thirteen's halberd, and being torn into a blood mist by the Yuan Force, and at the same time seeing Yan Thirteen's blood-red eyes.

Yan Thirteen did not stop, and people would not easily give up their dreams because of the power of Yan Thirteen's halberd, that is one million! It's worth dying too!

There were still monks rushing from all sides, Yan 13 swirled 720 degrees, and around his body, within 20 meters, there was a halberd shadow on top of each other.

The monks around Yan Thirteen were like a swarm of flies rushing towards a high-speed rotating machine, being crushed, strangled, and flying、、、 and this range was constantly expanding.

The purple-robed monk, the door protector, watched one of his arms being swept away by the halberd, and only then did he think of Lord Zhuang, Zhuang Sandao.

Retreat and look out, my lord! Where are you?

Helpless, the back wanted to rush in, the front wanted to exit, the speed couldn't catch up with the red-eyed Hades-like big man, just at the door to protect the Dharma, just pulled a Taoist monk in front of him, I thought it was safe、、、、

But the red-eyed Hades' trident swept over, and the head of the monk in front of him was gone, and he was no better, he only felt that there was darkness in front of him, and he reached out and touched his head, it was still there! Only slimy brains.

Wails sounded everywhere around, Yan Shisan killed all the way, in less than 2 minutes, he was transparent, and a bloody road more than 10 meters long behind him was paved with stumps and broken arms.

Returned! Yan Thirteen halberds back to kill.

"Ahh Holy! Living Hades! "Finally some of the monks began to get scared.

thought that dying was worth it for their dreams, but when they really faced death, they realized that living was their biggest dream.

The crowd dispersed in a hurry, in different directions, at different speeds, but with the same slogan 'Living Hades' in their mouths. (To be continued.) )