Most of the night has passed, and dawn will be ushered in, and on the north bank of the Yangtze River, there are only remnants of fire.

Those flames were burning, they were like scattered stars in the sky, falling in every corner of this battlefield, every fire was burning, and the direction in which those flames rose pointed to the same place.

Lei Shiyin stood in the center of the deflection of the firelight.

Yang Tao was in front of her.

Defeated the three heavenly rankings tonight, and the old man Peach Blossom, who was going to kill just now, will be incredibly calm, his eyes are kind, just like the old man next door.

And the Falling Moon Qin, which was regarded as a treasure, was placed in the ashes behind him, waiting for the next person to take it away.

Yang Tao was waiting for an answer.

Waiting for Lei Shiyin's answer.

"I, willing."

Lei Shiyin let out a sigh of relief, and the holy flame was also burning in her body, the strange things in this world made her mind incredibly calm, even if she saw Xiao Tie seriously injured, she actually didn't have much feeling in her heart.

It was as if he was lifted up to the clouds by the flame, looking down on all beings as indifferently as a god.

Lei Shiyin didn't like this feeling.

But she has touched the flame and become a saint, and this gesture has become the norm and can no longer be detached.

She clasped her fingers and gave her answer.

At this moment, she sold herself to the Holy Fire Sect on three conditions.

"Okay."

The hanging thoughts in Yang Tao's heart also fell, and he beckoned to Lei Shiyin, and led her to the seriously injured Xiao Tie.

Juzi wanted to get in the way.

But seeing Lei Shiyin's calm eyes, and hearing the conversation between her and Yang Tao just now, she knew that all this was irreparable.

This petite, less than sixteen-year-old girl, made great sacrifices to exclude Yang Tao and the Holy Fire Sect from the world.

Such a feat of feeding a tiger with his body made Juzi have to sigh.

He got out of the way, Yang Tao squatted beside Xiao Tie, and Lei Shiyin knelt down, and according to Yang Tao's dealing, in the gentlest posture of the holy fire, he put his hands on Xiao Tie's chest.

Before moving the mountain, Jun manipulated Xiao Tie's body to resist Yang Tao's kill, and almost squeezed out all of Xiao Tie's essence and blood energy, if he couldn't replenish it, even if Xiao Tie recovered, he would leave a lifelong dark wound.

Yang Tao looked at Lei Shiyin's gesture of driving the holy flame, and he said softly:

"The old man knows that you have a marriage contract with this resentful child, hehe, the old man will not stop what you want, so as not to hurt each other's feelings.

In another day, if this little iron has the ability to bring you out of the holy volcano, the old man will be happy to see it!

You don't have to worry about the old man hurting you.

Shiyin, you can trust the old man, just as you trust Xiao Tie and Shen Qiu, what the old man asks for is something you don't understand.

The old man doesn't care what you think of me.

As long as you serve the Holy Fire with your heart, the old man will promise you anything! ”

Lei Shiyin acted as if she hadn't heard it, all her energy was spent on manipulating the holy flame and pouring it into Xiao Tie's body, how domineering this thousand-year-old holy flame was, and it was integrated into her body.

The slightest loss of control will incinerate the iron from the inside into ashes.

Xiao Tie couldn't move.

He could only lie on the ground, watching Lei Shiyin save him with the holy fire, his eyes were full of despair and pain.

"Don't... Don't go, Shiyin... Let me die, you... Don't go! ”

Xiao Tie said in a jerky tone:

"I'm a, shit... I can't protect you, and I can't protect my father and master... I'm a man of bad luck, anyone who comes near me... None of it ended well. TV updates the fastest //

Shiyin, let me die... Don't go with him, don't go!

Don't let Lei Ye and the Lang Monk's... Sacrifice, in vain. ”

"No, no."

Lei Shiyin's face was soft, and there was no sadness of parting in her big eyes.

While helping Xiao Tie pour his body with holy fire, she whispered in his ear:

"You are not a waste, Xiao Tie, in the first half of my life, except for Brother Shen Qiu, I have never seen anyone braver and more outstanding than you, don't feel so sorry for yourself, you are only sixteen years old.

How can anyone be invincible in the world at the age of sixteen?

Zhang Moxie couldn't do it.

You still have a long way to go.

We still have a long way to go.

Listen to me, this is the last time I've spoken to you in the past few years, and you have to listen attentively. ”

Lei Shiyin closed her eyes, and in the rising firelight, she said:

"You, you and Brother Shen Qiu, just two extremes.

You have martial arts, you are willing to give everything to protect us, but you have no goal, you don't know where to go;

Brother Shen Qiu has the goal of reaching the top of the world, but there is no martial arts in his heart, he has always lived in the world, but he doesn't seem to know why he wants to live, so he can only go with the flow and go to the goal.

But if you can't get off the road, how can you go fast?

Both of you, despite your shortcomings, never stop, you've been fighting, even if you don't know why, but you're still fighting.

Xiao Tie, I'll give you a goal. ”

Lei Shiyin leaned over, and under Yang Tao's gaze, she kissed Xiao Tie lightly on the forehead, and in the gaze of those eyes that seemed to be burning, she said:

"I'm waiting for you at the Holy Volcano, I'm waiting for you to pick me up, I'm waiting for you to marry me, don't make me wait too long, okay?"

Xiao Tie burst into tears.

The tears were so complicated that it was hard to describe who he was crying for.

Is it for their own cowardice and incompetence?

Or is it the sorrow of Lei Shiyin's upcoming journey?

Sixteen-year-old boy, he has already experienced too much, and those experiences have made him a little breathless.

"In the future, except for me..."

Lei Shiyin stretched out her hand to help Xiao Tie wipe away her tears, she said with a smile:

"Don't give it to anyone else, waste your tears."

The holy flame entered the body, and under the small iron heart, there seemed to be a golden fire burning.

Lei Shiyin stood up, Yang Tao rubbed her beard, looked at a place in the night, and said to her:

"Holy Maiden, it's a long way to the Western Regions, you should go on the road. The old man took a slow step, to join in the fun, to bid farewell to Ren Hao. ”

"Hmm."

Lei Shiyin nodded.

She took one last look at Xiao Tie and turned to leave.

"Shiyin!"

Behind her, Xiao Tie shouted:

"You take care of yourself! I'll pick you up! Won't keep you waiting long! I'll go, I'll go look for you, you'll wait for me!! ”

"Hmm."

Lei Shiyin didn't look back, she answered.

Under the big eyes, tears welled up. But in an instant, it turned into smoke and disappeared.

She already belongs.

In the future, there will be no more tears.

"Hehe, the young man is arrogant."

Seeing Lei Shiyin being escorted away by the Holy Fire Protector waiting around, Yang Tao glanced at Xiao Tie lying on it, and said:

"Since the establishment of the Holy Fire Sect, for thousands of years, only Zhang Moxie has entered the Holy Volcano alone, and he can still escape with his whole body, do you think you can be the same as Zhang Moxie?"

Xiao Tie was silent.

There was no rebuttal, no contradiction, not even a response.

There are some things that don't make sense to say them.

Some things don't have to be just talked.

He had already seized the time to absorb the holy fire that Shiyin had left in his body everywhere around him, forging his body into a blade.

That wisp of holy fire, in the little iron heart, Yang Tao as if he didn't see it at all, let the treasure flow of this sect fall out, he couldn't take it, once he took it, he would be with Lei Shiyin endlessly.

But what about letting Xiao Tie keep it?

Even if this young man really becomes the next Zhang Moxie in the future, in those few years, the thousand-year-old holy flame will also be restored to its full glory, and with the holy flame here, he will not lose.

"The next one to break your holy volcano will definitely be called Broken Iron! Yang Tao Lao'er, you let the tiger return to the mountain today, and you will regret it in the future! ”

Xiao Tie didn't speak, and the outspoken Ai Dacha said it for him.

Juzi carried Ai Dacha and walked into the night step by step, Yang Tao snorted and followed closely behind.

Where they are going is the same.

They all felt the familiarity, too.

That familiar wind.

The fierce wind.

That is the wind that only blows with the appearance of a person.

Above the head, above the night, in the galaxy, the Big Dipper is changing strangely, like the reflection of the Milky Way, hanging down, bringing out a trace of afterimage in the galaxy.

There is only one person who can create this kind of spectacle.

The Big Dipper Emperor Zhang Mo Evil.

No. 1 in the world.

More than a decade after his disappearance, he reappeared.

And why he appeared, everyone present knew it.

Ren Hao is going to die.

A generation of heroes will end tonight.

At this moment, there is no difference between the righteous path and the demon sect, some are just recognition and regret for the strong, and some are just respect for power

They're going to see them off.

Stop by and watch the ceremony.

Take a look at the number one name in the world and who the flowers are.

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"Damn Ren Hao! Damn the Southern Army! Killed Penglai! Dog offal! Damn it! ”

In the camp of the Northern Army, a series of low insults, mixed with a few words of Northern State scolding, echoed in the dark night.

Happy covered his heart, dragged his broken body, and limped to the camp with a broken gun that he picked up casually.

He was miserable.

The sternum was uneven, apparently a dozen bones had been broken, blood was flowing from the forehead, and the scars had been torn by heavy objects, making the skull completely dented.

In the heart, there are also tragic wounds, as if they have been penetrated.

Seriously, with such an injury, there is no way he will survive.

If it weren't for the real immortal "Hongchen Liyu Pill" that Hongchen Jun gave him before, he would have died under Ren Hao's fist.

The immortal thing is really strange, and the torn heart will already begin to heal.

In a few days, all the big and small scars on his body will be healed.

But happy, but not at all grateful to Hongchenjun.

He hates him to death!

The Penglai dog thief sucked away the Shuoxue cold qi that he had cultivated for many years, and even destroyed the cold veins in his body, and now he is still alive, but like the Sword Monarch, he has become a real waste.

Even if you can survive, it will be difficult to do it if you want to practice martial arts.

Happy and not throwing in the towel.

Penglai has a secret method, doesn't he have the Five Immortals?

As long as you can return to Shuoxue Palace, you will be able to bring up the secret treasure left by this ancestor, as well as those Danfang, I don't know if you can restore your destroyed root bones.

But at least leave a thought.

I really can't...

Just learn that evil thing!

Anyway, this yin and yang dual cultivation technique is not only Penglai, in the past, I was happy to look down on such yin and yang secret techniques, but now, I can't help him.

"Phew!"

The national teacher cursed, and he walked around a burned camp with his broken gun, and he whispered:

"Wait, you dogs! When this seat recovers, I will pinch you to death one by one! One by one, all of them..."

In the next moment, the scolding joy was stunned and stunned.

At the same time, he walked into the abandoned camp, his steps were vain, and Shen Qiu, who was still vomiting blood, was also stunned.

Two seriously injured people, just like that, in the dead silence of the night.

You look at me, I look at you.

The eyes are facing each other.

After five breaths, he happily dropped the broken gun, and ran to the rear if he was dead.

And Shen Qiu grinned brightly, grabbed the Hundred Birds Chaofeng Spear behind him, and limped after it.

He fought to kill all kinds of poisons, and this will be about to run out of oil.

But compared to the Northern Dynasty National Teacher, who had turned around several times between life and death and had become a wasted person, Shen Qiu was undoubtedly the one who had the advantage.

"Poof"

This chase did not last more than ten breaths, and in the hissing of the hundred birds towards the phoenix spear, the body that fled happily and embarrassed was picked up by the sharp bright silver spear, rushed out more than a zhang, and stuck on a messy ground.

It's not that he can't hide!

He sensed it, and the perception of the innate body was still there.

After all, this body has been tempered by the innate Qi, and it is not as strong as a mortal.

But when I perceive it, I can't hide from it.

And the spear that pierces is not an ordinary blade.

"Shen thought that it was Shen Mou's luck today to kill ten thousand poisons, but he didn't think that the national teacher was so polite, and he had to come to give people their heads from so far away."

Shen Qiu wiped the blood stains that burst out from the wound at the corner of his mouth.

In his mouth full of fishy sweetness, he took a few steps forward, wiped the joy of running away in place, and pulled out the spear with his hand, he looked at the happy face full of blood, and really wanted to say something.

But at this time, he was a little uneasy.

Kill such a person.

What is there to say?

It wasn't defeated by itself.

I was just lucky to pick up a leak, this kind of thing, there is nothing to say.

"Click"

Shen Qiu's left hand clasped on his chin of joy, he looked at his happy eyes, and said:

"My master died at the hands of your witch sect, and if I killed you today, my master will know that when he is reincarnated, he will naturally have no worries.

National teacher, farewell. ”

"Uh-huh, woo-woo."

Happy to be held in the mouth, wanting to scream, but unable to shout.

The cold qi burst out from Shen Qiu's palm, followed his open mouth, and injected into his mouth and nose one by one, that cold qi was very familiar, it was his Five Immortals Secret Legendary Skill.

But now, this meek and abnormal cold in the hands of happy has sprang up in a deadly state.

Looking at the healing heart of Xing Xing, Shen Qiu knew that this national teacher must have used a strange method in order to continue to live despite the tearing of the heart.

With that life-threatening force, it was difficult for him to kill Happy.

But he also knows that even if it is the same killing, there are different methods.

The cold air poured into Xingxing's mouth and nose, stretching all the way up his nasal cavity, Xingxing struggled, and under his eyes, there seemed to be ice edges gathered.

He knew what Shen Qiu was going to do.

But he couldn't resist.

His hands clasped on Shen Qiu's left arm, scratching frantically, trying to push Shen Qiu away.

But Shen Qiu remained unmoved, ignoring those obstacles at all.

His face was calm, as if he were undergoing a euthanasia operation.

In the most terrible, suffocating pain, the cold rushed into the brain marrow, froze wildly, and the last light in the eyes of joy changed from hatred, to pleading, and from pleading, to despair.

In the end, from despair to dead silence.

Dead silence like ice and snow.

After more than a dozen breaths, the struggle in his hand was no longer powerless.

His hands also hung down, losing all signs of life.

Shen Qiu let go of his hand, he took a step back, looking at the joy of kneeling on the ground, tilting his head, his whole head being frozen into an ice lump, Jian Yu was shaking, obviously there was already an illusion of the Witch Sect in it.

Happy to die.

It's really dead!

"Wow"

Shaking the light out of the sheath, Shen Qiu held the knife in both hands, and in a flash of cold light, the frozen head flew out of his neck, smashed on the ground, and jumped a few times.

With a click, the long knife returned to its sheath.

Shen Qiu held the bright silver spear and looked at the corpse with its head separated.

Now, he has a thousand wonderful methods, and it is difficult to linger.

"Amitabha"

A Buddha horn sounded from more than a dozen zhang away, and the weak and tired voice of the old monk Yuanwu sounded in Shen Qiu's ears.

"Shen Qiu Daxia, come with the poor monk. Ren Hao's alliance leader and Zhang Moxie are fighting fiercely, this will be the last battle of his life, you, as his nephew, must be there!

Come with the poor monk and send you Uncle Ren on the last journey. ”