"That's it!" Wen Jin lifted his spirits, "According to the results of Guo Ke's analysis, things are already very clear, we need to follow the direction of those deflected shadows except for the shadows cast by the sunset, and follow them towards the eye of the array!" ”

"Good!"

"Agreed!"

"Whew-"

……

The presentation continues. The speaker looked with satisfaction at the red-eyed, fanatical congregation below, deeply intoxicated by his speech. Especially the black fog that shuttled through the crowd made him extremely satisfied.

Speech is an art! The speaker opened his arms and was about to start the next round of presentations......

At this moment, the boundary setter standing silently next to him, his hands hidden in his cuffs, was startled.

One of his hands quietly sealed, and countless invisible silk threads rose from his hand, connecting the sky, to the barrier. His eyes were blackened, and his whole eye was black, and he looked up into the distance.

"Even if you turn it to the maximum, you haven't been able to kill a few little mice? Was it a mistake in my judgment...... It can be confirmed that there must be monks among them, and it turns out that there is a way to hide their cultivation...... It shouldn't be the foundation building period, if it were, it would have broken the barrier a long time ago...... So, let them be trapped in the enchantment? No, you can't take any chances! ”

The Boundary Master stepped forward and patted the speaker on the shoulder. The speaker abruptly interrupted the speech, turned around, and asked dissatisfiedly, "What for?" ”

"Monks have appeared among a few little mice, and my enchantment has not been able to stop them...... However, it is certain that there should be no foundation building period monks among them, but there should be one in the later stage of the qi cultivation period. The Boundary Master said solemnly.

The speaker didn't care: "Look at our equipment, two foundation building period cultivators, since they are only in the late stage of the Qi cultivation period, what are they afraid of?" It's my speech that counts. ”

The master knew that he could not convince the speaker of this reckless man, so he silently stepped back and watched the speaker continue his speech.

"Let's hope there aren't any surprises...... But why, do I always have a sense of foreboding......"

"That's it, if you can't think of the result, you don't need to think about it again." The Boundary Master turned his head, and the inky blackness in his eyes receded, turning into normal eyes with pupils. He stood there, watching the speaker speak impassionedly, but he always felt that something was wrong.

It's like...... The cold is on the back.

……

In mid-air, Li Wuming was falling, as if he had fallen from heaven to the abyss of hell.

There were countless wounds on his body, and some of them were even more painful for him to grin, a pain that even the Jindan monks could not bear.

The clouds slipped from his vision, and he seemed to be a bird with folded wings, falling from his familiar realm to the unfamiliar. The view in the sky was unobstructed in his field of vision. The dark sky was like a wash, and the stars were like bright lights, shining in his eyes.

"Surprisingly beautiful." He murmured.

The wound began to hurt again, and the pain made him tremble. "I'm not going to die today, am I?" He thought so.

"Bah, how ugly it is to die, if it is called immortal death." He was smugly, "At least, that guy isn't much better than me." ”

In his eyes, another black figure was falling. The figure is self-contained, at this time, his state is not much better than Li Wuming, one arm is floating weakly in the air, and the other leg is unnaturally folded, obviously broken.

"However, with such an injury, the Jindan Stage Monk will recover in a few days......" Li Wuming thought, "It's a pity...... Didn't hurt him any more. ”

"What's even more a pity is that I couldn't kill him in the end......"

Li Wuming closed his eyes, his sleepiness surging up, as if he was about to fall into that boundless sleep......

No way! He bit his tongue, and the pain cleared his mind. "Can't sleep! To sleep is to die, and I can't die yet, at least ...... Not now......"

"That guy didn't die, and neither can I!"

Falling, endless falling. Li Wuming's robes fluttered in the air, and his long hair was scattered in the air like catkins.

He lifted the arm that was still able to move, his fingers moving with difficulty, laboriously trying to seal. He was trying to control the flying sword before it fell to the ground.

His flying sword, Zi Yuan, is always very obedient, allowing him to manipulate the flying sword like an arm, envying others. But this time, for some reason, it just stubbornly refused to show up.

"Come out of here!" Li Wuming was about to cry, "Your master and I, but we are at a critical moment!" ”

He tried more than three times, and finally, before he hit the ground, a pure purple flying sword appeared, and the streamer disappeared after reluctantly holding him up.

But that was enough, and he was about to fall to the ground with a slight fall to the ground.

"Stinky Flying Sword!" Li Wuming muttered dissatisfiedly, "You just want to make a fool of my master, don't you?" You had a convulsion in the forest once, and this time you almost killed me again. ”

He lay on the ground, feeling sore and weak, but he still struggled to get up and looked in the direction of the face man.

"You can't just fall to your death, do you?" Li Wuming endured the pain that his whole body was about to fall apart, and said to himself, "No, it shouldn't be, otherwise wouldn't it be too useless for me to look handsome...... I didn't die after fighting for so long, and I fell to my death, which is really speechless. ”

So, he saw the scene in front of him—a black robe wrapped around the face and falling like a shadow, and the black hair and the robe were mixed up, indistinguishable from each other.

Just as he was about to fall to the ground, another shadow rushed out from the side, and a vertical jump, jumping into the air, just in time to catch the face of the man.

It is Erjian.

Er Jian stretched out his hand to support the seriously injured face master, carefully not touching the wound, his little face was full of distress, hesitated, and carefully put him on the ground, not knowing what to say to the face master.

"I'm so envious, why don't I have such a little follower?" Li Wuming's mouth was full of envy, jealousy and hatred, and for a while, he forgot the pain in his body.

Er Jian's ears came to the mouth of the face master, listened to what the face master explained, and then turned around and walked towards Li Wuming.

"Hey, hey, don't scare me!" Li Wuming struggled to get up, and he coaxed very undisciplinedly, "I let you go once, don't come to kill me!" ”

He is now powerless.

Er Jian stepped forward, took out the Yan Blood Knife, compared it to Li Wuming's forehead in a cold sweat, and then put away the knife.

"For the sake of you not killing the face master, I will let you go. Don't ask me why, maybe it's because of ...... I believe that people have good intentions. ”

What Li Wuming had said before was returned to him as it was.

Li Wuming stretched out his thumb: "Young man, there is a future!" ”