Chapter 171: Bu Zhi

Xiahou Chan saw a person, although there were many people opposite, his eyes were on that person. m.

Wearing black armor, holding a long sword, and riding a white horse, he stood majestically.

Behind him were at least three thousand heavily armored kings, standing quietly in front of the Xuejian Zhai Altar.

Xiahou Cicada stood alone and said loudly: "Who are you?"

"In the lower Jinyi Guard, Qin Qianqi!"

Xiahou Chan's eyebrows moved, and he suddenly remembered that Li Changfeng had said to him that Qin Qianqi, the brocade-clothed guard among the seven major sects, was one of the few people he rarely admired.

The name is the same, and the sect is the same, so it seems that there is nothing wrong with it.

Xiahou Chan: "What do you want to stop me?"

Qin Qianqi carried the knife Lang Lang Lang and said: "Behind me is the fertile soil of the Central Plains, you Northern Yan people crossed the high mountains and went deep into the inner abdomen, and also destroyed all the altars of Xuejian Zhai, as long as I am here, I will not let you cross over." ”

Xiahou Chan said angrily: "Idiot, I'm here to save Li Changfeng!"

Qin Qianqi's eyebrows moved slightly, but in the end he shook his head and said, "The king's life is here, I can't retreat." ”

Xiahou Chan sneered: "I thought that Li Changfeng valued you so much because you were kind to him, but I didn't expect you to be so timid, no matter what, since you are the king, I won't say more to you, let's see the real chapter!"

Qin Qian rode a steel knife and slapped the horse, and the three thousand heavy armor kings were surging like a tide.

The Yan people led by Xiahou Cicada grew up on horseback, and their momentum rushed over like a rainbow.

Roaring, screaming, shouting, metal and iron.

Xiahou Cicada's knife slashed over incompremely, and the black iron knife in Qin Qian's rider also slashed towards the wind.

Xiahou Cicada did his best, but he thought that he still needed to fight at least a little hard.

But he didn't expect that after this knife, Qin Qianqi had fallen off his horse heavily, and the black iron knife was abandoned by him.

Qin Qianqi's 3,000 heavily armored soldiers were defeated like a mountain, and they were easily broken by the soldiers and horses led by Xiahou Chan, without even a single damage.

Even the battle-hardened warriors of Northern Xinjiang had never encountered such an unbelievable thing, and Xiahou Cicada calmed down after being surprised.

He waved his hand and marched forward.

No mud and water in the slightest.

It was only when he was far away that he turned around, looking at the three thousand heavy armor that was supporting each other in the sun, and Qin Qianqi who picked up the blade on the ground, and secretly thanked him in his heart.

"Brother Qin, how should we deal with each other?" Qin Qianqi's entourage looked helpless and said with a wry smile.

Qin Qianqi stroked the blade and said calmly: "If you repair the book, you will say that my Qin Qian's riding skills are not as good as others, and I can't resist Xiahou Cicada, and he has destroyed the Xuejian Zhai Altar and gone away." ”

After a long time, he turned around and looked at the vast white of the Far West, with infinite anticipation in his eyes.

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When Li Changfeng woke up, he couldn't see his five fingers, and he couldn't even make out the size of the place he was.

There are a few small night flowers growing in the corner of the wall, and the mottled fluorescence carves some traces of the surrounding inches.

Even if Li Changfeng couldn't see his surroundings clearly, he could feel the cold that penetrated deep into his bone marrow, as if he was about to rush over from the surrounding darkness and plunge into his bones.

It was strange for him to see the darkness of the place with eyes that could see the veins of the human body.

At this moment, a little green candle flame was suddenly lit, eerie and eerie.

The candle flame instantly illuminated the surroundings clearly, it turned out that this was a cave, and there was a stone seat next to the candle flame, and a person was sitting on the stone seat.

Here's one

A person who will never be forgotten at a glance.

Li Changfeng looked up and saw the other party's skinny green skin, the sharp fingers of the other party, and the arrogance and hideousness on his face.

He looked at himself contemptuously and amusementingly, as if he were thinking about something, as if his fingers were tapping rhythmically on the stone seat.

Li Changfeng got up and frowned, and his body unconsciously retreated.

The other party saw through his fear and intentions, so an indifferent and playful voice sounded in this empty place: "There is no way out here. ”

Standing up, Li Changfeng saw clearly that there was only one way.

There was a path behind the stone seat, leading to the deeper and more distant darkness, but the other party sat at the front, staring coldly at him.

Li Changfeng's brows tightened, and he said coldly: "You got me in?"

"My name is Bu Zhi, and I am the owner of this great tomb. ”

"And you are my slave. ”

Li Changfeng sneered: "Slave, you are too whimsical. ”

The other party smiled faintly, sarcastically: "You think I'm joking with you?"

At this moment, Li Changfeng suddenly felt that he was pinched in his hands by the other party, but he clearly stood still in place, but what shocked Li Changfeng was that he actually controlled his soul.

Bu Zhi smiled indifferently: "There seems to be something in your body that doesn't belong to you." ”

As soon as his words fell, with a bow in his palm, Li Changfeng suddenly felt a powerful force about to tear himself apart, and the tremor and pain that came from his soul made him roar wildly.

Bu Zhi sat on the stone seat, not moving, but in his other hand, he held a dragon.

The sharp fingers gently pinched the neck of the little dragon, and no matter how much the other party struggled, it never let go.

Although this dragon is small, it can vaguely see a bit of the mystery of the ancient wilderness.

The human face, the body of a snake, was crimson, and its mouth was wide open and it made an eerie hiss.

Bu Zhi's eyes swept over lightly, and then clenched his fingers.

The dragon's neck was crushed by his sharp fingers, broken in two and fell under the stone seat, then turned into Senbai's flames and burned to ashes.

"In Guitian Wu Ruins, all bodyless void souls can't escape from my palm. Bu Zhi said calmly.

"Now, you're alone. ”

Li Changfeng roared angrily: "You monster, what the hell do you want to do!"

Bu Zhi smiled: "I've been trapped here for too long, it's too lonely and boring, but fortunately you came in." ”

Li Changfeng was instinctively startled.

Bu Zhi continued: "That little girl told me that there are some interesting things on you, I checked carefully, you seem to have cultivated the extinct soul method, this kind of rare method, for the current Kyushu, I'm afraid no one can touch it, your soul has been transformed." ”

Li Changfeng gritted his teeth and said: "If you want to kill, you will kill, I don't want to listen to so much nonsense from you!"

Bu Zhi: "I want to play a game with you. ”

Li Changfeng was about to open his mouth to scold angrily, but suddenly his body lightened, and the whole person flew low as dust, and fell deeply.

It was as if he had penetrated the stone walls, the rock formations, the fiery fire, the ice, and finally fell into an abyss.

He couldn't tell whether he was still conscious, and he couldn't tell whether he was dead or alive, all he could see was a pile of white bones.

As far as the eye can see, the white bones of Sen Ran are bright and clean by the moonlight, but at the same time, they are cold to the bones.

The desolation and gloom lingered in a thick fog within three feet of the surroundings and could ask a little fishy smell from the dense fog li changfeng wanted to take a step forward suddenly

Surprised.

In front of him, a huge skeleton locked itself in.

So he turned and stepped back, and saw the huge skeleton as well.

Surrounded by skeletons, like a cage, trapping yourself in it.

Li Changfeng noticed a trace of abnormality, not only from the loneliness and lifelessness around him, but also from himself.

He looked down and saw that his palms were beginning to swell, and his flesh was beginning to bulge, as if there was qi inside.

The palm of the hand gradually became like a ball, and the flesh was already stretched to the point of bursting.

Li Changfeng's eyes widened and widened, his eyeballs fell out, and he wanted to hold them back, but found that his palms began to crack.

There was no blood, it just turned into pieces and went with the wind.

He was in pain and wanted to scream, only to find that his face and mouth had also been reduced to pieces.

His body was stretched and shattered into little pieces, and there was not even a trace left, and it disappeared into the gray air.

When consciousness returned to his body, he raised his eyes again and saw the skeleton around him

But those memories, those memories of the body being shattered, still remain in my mind.

What's going on?

The pain and torment that came from the depths of his soul were deeply engraved in his heart.

But before he could figure it out, the pain came again, and this time he cried out, but the scream of pain echoed in the darkness for a long time, and he was torn to pieces again

Time, like a cruel executioner, never stops and never tires to chop him to pieces, round after round

Bu Zhi's voice suddenly came from the void: "In the Prisoner of Bones, time is eternal, and you will suffer endless pain and torment here, with no end"

When Li Changfeng was torn to pieces again, he broke one of his fingers.

With each tear, he broke his fingers.

His pain came not only from the feeling of a broken soul, but also from the pain of a severed finger that was painful to the heart.

But he wants to do this, he has to remember every pain, and his head can't tell whether it's a dream or a reality because of the pain, so he has to remember it with his body.

A severed finger can be restored, but the pain is deep in the heart.

He didn't scream, he hid all the pain inside him, turning it into anger that could burn himself.

Bu Zhi is the master of Guitian Wuxu, but what he can master is the bodyless void soul, and there is also something he can't see, that is, Li Changfeng's divine photo.

Teared apart again and again, reorganized again and again, in his divine light, a round of dawn appeared, brighter and brighter.

I don't know how many times it has passed, maybe a thousand times, maybe ten thousand times, maybe longer.

Li Changfeng broke tens of thousands of fingers, until that moment, until the dawn in his divine illumination realm, emitting a golden, brilliant, and bright light that could shine on the earth.

The sparkling waves that shine on the Yuan Sea are all shining.

Li Changfeng opened his eyes, he no longer broke his fingers, but looked at the sky.

Bu Zhi was originally really interesting to look at Li Changfeng, who was bombarded over and over again, but he would get tired after doing too much of this kind of game.

Li Changfeng is a ruthless person, even if he has endured such pain, he breaks off one of his fingers every time, and endures the pain of being broken and torn without saying a word, so Bu Zhi feels more and more bored.

Finally, someone came, but I didn't expect it to be so boring.

However, at this moment, he suddenly found that a person appeared in front of him.