He secretly envied the old man Shengyang many times. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wei Wuliang knew what he was pursuing in his life, he had spent more than 70 years of his life, more than 60 years of cultivation career, and had been fighting for a chance for himself, a chance to live the next day in peace and security, but he had never won such an opportunity, and his whole life was spent in exile or fear. When entering the realm of the body, he had to face the master of the transformation of qi, when the realm of transformation of qi, he had a quarrel with the master of distraction, when he was in the realm of distraction, he somehow offended the master of the merger path, and now he is also a master of the merger, but he is old, a problem, according to the average life span of the monks on the Fengyuan Continent is only eighty or ninety years old, he is not far from the tomb, not to mention that he suffered too many and too serious injuries in his early years, and the speed of organ failure up and down his body is much faster than that of other monks, he is now every day, he is using his vitality to continue his life, almost every night, he is careful that when the sun rises the next day, he can no longer open his eyes。

He has been hanging his life until today, and he has lived to this moment, and he has reached the last moment of this cruel bloody prison beast fight. At the moment, however, he was tired.

His heart was already tired. He no longer saw any hope of survival, could not find a way forward. He suddenly felt extremely ridiculous, for so many years, he had been cultivating for the sake of living, living for the sake of living, but it wasn't until this moment that he realized that people are going to die after all!

He didn't want to live anymore, he had no motivation to live, as an old man, as a patient whose organs were failing, he felt that he should be rewarded with a decent relief, a real, a combination of freedom and dignity.

He knew that he didn't have the right to choose to live, so he chose death, to choose-

euthanasia

Euthanasia.

(The above is a tribute to the wheelchair hero who participated in the Rio Paralympic Games and prepared for her funeral, and when the starting gun sounded, she not only dragged her broken body to the finish of victory, but also accelerated towards her own end.) ）

(The courage to live is as great as the courage to die.) Life is originally heavier than Mount Tai, but it is as light as a feather in the face of dignity. ）

"The old man still wants to rest, you are free. Wei Wuliang figured it all out and said in a relaxed tone. His voice was still hoarse, but it sounded so harsh in the solemn atmosphere of the bloody prison.

His relaxed tone makes anyone listen to it a little creepy. Woe and Du Chuanchang were obviously like great enemies, almost summing up the vitality of their whole body, but they saw Wei Wuliang, one of their opponents, so relaxed and casual, and then thought of his terrifying cultivation that was at least twenty small realms higher than the two of them, it was inevitable that the two young people would think too much.

The master of the Convergence Dao, or the master of the Convergence of the Ways who holds the mysterious weapon, this kind of person is usually replaced, and the two of them will not provoke if they are killed, but now if they don't defeat him, they can't get out of this ghost place at all.

Du Chuanchang pinched the only remaining porcelain bottle in his sleeve, and his palms were full of cold sweat. He knew that the same trick had worked once on Feng Lieshan, so it was impossible for him to work on Wei Wuliang a second time.

He instinctively glanced at the scourge beside him, and the booze cast the same gaze at the same time. The two nodded tacitly, at this moment they had selectively forgotten the rule that the Zifeng Sanren "can only fight one-on-one, not besiege and sneak attack".

And the purple wind scattered people in the sky didn't seem to see their little dirt. "You can rest for ten minutes. Purple Wind said in a slow and long tone, his tone extremely arrogant.

Scourge and Du Chuanchang sat down as if they had been amnestied, and sat directly on the belly of the two disciples of the Divine Sword Sect, and the human flesh mats did not have any courage to protest at this time, so they could only snort slightly and did not say or move.

Wei Wuliang showed a relieved smile, slowly squatted down, and gently stroked Silver Dust's hair with his withered black ghost claws, and the undercurrent demon shield on the mage's body shattered silently without any resistance at all, causing a faint layer of black qi to rise from his body.

"It's time to get up, little one, a young man like you is too lazy!" he said in a tearful voice like a father's tone, a tone that would be difficult for anyone to hear.

Yinchen smiled bitterly in his heart, and then turned over in the frightened and jealous eyes of the defeated "losers", and stood up again as if nothing had happened. A second stream of blood light fell from the top of his head, but before it could fall on him, she was directly hacked by her and then SUDOPOWEROFF.

The blood light simply disappeared. Wei Wuliang showed a smile of "I really didn't misunderstand you", the look of relief hidden in his smile made Yinchen feel vaguely uneasy in his heart, and he vaguely felt that something bad was going to happen next that was not under his control at all.

It was definitely not the feeling of excitement about to face a strong enemy, but a feeling of sadness and depression that was hard to get used to. In his vision, the old man's appearance seemed a little illusory, could it be......

He didn't have time to think about it, because the Purple Wind Scattered People had already fallen from a high place, Woe Ji and Du Chuanchang had already gotten up from the ground, and even Feng Lieshan was furiously struggling to support half of his body. There was a struggling and writhing figure in the blood prison, and everyone's face was covered with incredulity.

"How did you do that?" Du Chuanchang's voice came from Yinchen's back door, and there was no envy and jealousy in his tone, because he didn't have envy and jealousy at this time, only hate.

"Old man, how did you find out?" Yinchen didn't pay attention to Du Chuanchang, who was pretentious, and asked directly at Wei Wuliang. He couldn't open any magic shield at this time, because Wei Wuliang's ghost claw was already on his shoulder.

"Can't the old man see such a big square dun thing in your kid's hand? What is it? Seal or what? In short, although the old man is over seventy years old, he is not so dizzy as his old eyes!" Wei Wuliang pretended to be angry, and his tone was like a kind old man amusing his grandson.

"I see. Yinchen shook his shoulders fiercely as he spoke, trying to break free of Wei Wuliang's hand, but without success. He lowered his arms, his hands only clenched into fists, and the Demon Crying Slash Fist was secretly launched. He didn't want to kill Wei Wuliang with one blow, he just wanted to rely on the counterthrust of this magic punch to keep himself away from this terrible old madman. Hedao master, his body of an eleven-year-old child can't withstand the other party's heavy blows.

"yes, I see. Wei Wuliang's voice suddenly lowered: "Boy, don't be nervous, the old man has no malicious intentions." His hand was still firmly clasped on Silver Dust's shoulder.

"You killed Zhang Mengmeng. Silver Dust's voice suddenly froze.

"Huh, do you have a good relationship with that female doll?" Wei Wuliang raised his eyebrows, and then without waiting for Yinchen to react, he continued like a bead cannon: "That girl is the person valued by the head of the Demon Heart, and she is also Feng Lieshan's enemy. In short, the old man is still very satisfied with her, if ...... If...... In short, her future is immeasurable, and the old man also wants to try his best to cultivate her, but she does not survive......"

"Don't quibble, you killed her......" Yinchen interrupted him impatiently, and then Yinchen's own words were snatched by Wei Wuliang.

"It was Du Chuanchang who killed her, and the old man didn't save her, because the old man was already poisoned before that. Wei Wuliang said quickly, and the truth was quietly revealed at that moment. Silver Dust was stunned for a moment, but soon returned to his usual indifferent appearance.

"I don't care if you're innocent or not, in short, I'll avenge her. Yinchen's voice was not loud, his tone was not stern, and his expression was not hideous, but it could make Du Chuanchang, who was standing at the end of his back, shudder.

The silver magician has a monstrous momentum rolling on his body, and the passive magic and heavenly tribulation have been combined with the Demon Crying Slash Fist, and when he is about to launch his fist, he will rise up with a terrifying momentum that is enough to make the gods and ghosts retreat.

When a mage lays down his scepter and completely condenses his mana, will, and even domain into his fist, they will not be transformed into a fighter class, but into a war machine.

The momentum exuded by the little Silver Saint Mage was like a master of returning to the void.

Du Chuanchang retreated, he didn't dare to make a rash move at this time, he knew that this kid's terrifying ability, especially the desperate long-range attack, was definitely the most restrained boxer fighter, because a melee like Du Chuanchang could be said to have the shortest attack distance among all monks.

"Whether you want revenge or not, that's your business. Wei Wuliang said calmly: "The old man has no life to take care of. Boy, didn't you hear the old man's words just now, the old man has been poisoned by a strange poison, and he won't live for a few minutes!" He paused, looking at Yinchen's expression with satisfaction, and a hint of surprise and doubt bloomed slightly, and then he said in a heavy voice similar to an aria: "Boy, don't look at the old man with that kind of anti-thief eyes, the old man has never really wanted to harm you, or harm Zhang Mengmeng...... Forget it, it doesn't matter if you believe it or not, in short, the old man is already a person who can't live, a dying person, and his deeds are also good, boy, you just listen patiently to the old man's words...... The old man is determined to die. I just don't want the results of my cultivation over the past 60 years to be wasted in vain...... The old man has never taught a decent apprentice in his life, and they are all short-lived things...... After thinking about it, the old man can only entrust it to you in the end, boy, don't look like a disgusted ghost, the goods under the old man's hands are amazing......" he said, his breath gradually weakened.

"Why me?" Silver Dust raised his voice slightly, the sad ominous feeling in his heart was spreading like a virus splitting, and he felt as if some dark fate was rapidly approaching him.

"The old man said it was you, it was you, and it was useless for you to protest. Wei Wuliang didn't plan to tell him the truth at all, because the old man wishfully thought that Yinchen was making friends, innocently prevaricating, and wasting time. The silver dust in his eyes, at the age of eleven, is the realm of transforming qi, where can such a peerless genius be found? Wan Jianxin, Du Chuanchang and the like, compared to Yinchen, are barely worthy of him to lift shoes.

The potential of Silver Dust, that is definitely the reason in the heart of any master who is willing to teach him. If you're not convinced, then you're going to find me someone with the same potential?

"But I've quit the Devil's Chamber. Yinchen said seriously word by word: "Zhang Mengmeng died in the Demon Pavilion. Then I may also find the Demon Pavilion for revenge in the future. He lowered his voice abruptly, not wanting the others to hear the latter sentence.

"Boy, you have to remember that the inheritance of the Demon Pavilion, and the Demon Pavilion, are already two different things. In today's Mowei Pavilion, although the shelves on the outside have not collapsed, they have already risen inside. It doesn't matter if you betray this Demon Pavilion......"

"So, what do you want from me?" Silver Dust then asked a crucial question. The so-called dedication to nothing, either treachery or theft, even if it is a person who has a budding will to live and die, it is not excluded that there will be any thoughts and calculations in his heart. Yinchen didn't have the time to speculate on Wei Wuliang's thoughts slowly, let alone use words to test it, he knew that he and Wei Wuliang had limited time.

Yinchen asked so directly, his tone was also a little impatient, in fact, after he finished saying that, he was ready to refuse Wei Wuliang's request without a brain. The Silver Dust Mage is very busy, "hundreds of thousands of dollars per second", whether it is the present surrounded by powerful enemies, or the future of lonely exploration on the path of magic, he does not have much patience to pay attention to the wishes of a dying old man of the Demon Pavilion, he may be a saint, but he will never become a virgin. White Left Virgin or something, he's also annoyed.

"Stinky boy, don't think of the old man as that kind of mercenary! The old man has had enough in this life! In order to survive and for the sake of profit, he keeps calculating and calculating, but in the end he can't calculate the high sky! The old man actually has no other requirements, the old man just hopes that you can remember the unique skills that the old man has worked hard to hone in this life!"

He stopped and gasped slightly, and Silver Dust was surprised to find that the body of the old man in front of him was becoming transparent.

"This kind of scene?!, it can't be ......" Silver Dust's eyes widened, a frightened and bitter look appeared on his face, and the terrifying scene of Elder Yun Wuyue finally turning into powder also appeared in his mind.

"Boy, remember the old man's kung fu, don't let it be lost, this is the only thing the old man can beg you to do...... The old man was born in the right way in his early years, he was the head of the Phantom Moon Sect, and he had been in the Demon Pavilion for most of his life, so he knew better than anyone else that the Demon Pavilion could not go far! The old man only hoped that you could remember the kung fu that the old man passed on to you, and remember that this is the real most orthodox kung fu in the Demon Pavilion, and it is the true tradition of the Demon Pavilion! As for whether this Demon Pavilion is dead or alive at the moment, you don't have to care, there is no need to spend effort on it. (To be continued.) )