"How so?"

The next moment, the poor flower looked at the figure that appeared in front of her, her eyes were about to burst out of her sockets, and her face was incredulous.

Just like the moment he showed up before.

At this moment, above his head, a figure stood in the air, with his hands behind his back, his eyes level, and there seemed to be a river of stars flowing in his eyes, and a large number of beings appeared in it.

This is not the kind of eyes that humans should have at all!

Looking at these eyes, the poor man screamed in his heart, but he couldn't understand it.

If he could speak at this moment, I am afraid that he would have asked loudly: "Why is this happening, who are you?"

Because, he couldn't believe that a boy who was only a teenager, but a kid in the martial arts realm, could emit such a mighty momentum and have such eyes.

What's more, that young man has been controlled by the Devouring Pulse for many years, and he only got out of control some time ago.

If it weren't for that, he wouldn't have come to this western land.

I thought it was just a matter of getting caught, but I didn't expect it to turn out like this.

At this time, the pitiful flower even regretted a little, why she didn't directly take Qin Yue away at that time, but made extraneous branches.

It's just that at this moment, it seems that it is too late.

The figure had slowly walked one step in front of him, and in those starry eyes, a flickering divine light fell on his body.

Under this divine light, the poor flower only felt that he was directly seen through, even if it was a secret hidden deep in his soul, he could not escape.

Between breaths, the back of the poor flower was already soaked in cold sweat.

If it was usual, I was afraid that he would have long been eager to jump into the water and wash himself seven or eight times.

But now, he didn't even dare to breathe loudly, and stood there, suffering from the invasion of the invincible aura, as if waiting for the judgment of fate.

"I, Destiny, grant you eternal life!"

At this time, Qin Yue finally spoke.

Every word that came out of his mouth condensed an equally quaint handwriting in the void.

When the first handwriting was revealed, the poor flower only felt that her body was completely imprisoned, and she could only watch the golden handwriting appear in the void one after another.

After this sentence was finished, the space in front of them was completely shrouded in golden light.

Then, all the fonts in the air began to move in a very subtle trajectory.

That kind of trajectory of operation, falling in the eyes of the pitiful flower, is even more unpredictable, and even the bottleneck that he has not broken through for many years is slightly loosened, and he is even thinking that if he is allowed to look at it a few more times, and then look at it for a while, he is definitely sure that he will go further in a short time.

If it was a normal time, he would definitely be ecstatic to have such an opportunity.

But now, not only did he not have the slightest joy at the death of the emperor, but his heart was full of fear and despair.

Because everything Qin Yue showed in front of him, whether it was the momentum, the magic power that followed the words, or the power that could move the trajectory of the Great Dao with a single word, was enough to easily erase him.

Not to mention the current Qin Yue, it is a three-pronged approach.

And with the trajectory of those handwritings, the poor flower only felt that she had something mysterious and mysterious and was leaving her.

However, the fear of the poor flower did not last long.

Just after a breath, those golden fonts that were constantly running instantly submerged into the body of the pitiful flower, and then quickly flew out of his body, and flew into Qin Yue's body like a milk swallow throwing into the forest.

"Uh...... Ah......h

Before she could make a meaningless sound, she began to scream wildly.

Because in his eyes, everything in his body, including the clothes on his body, is aging rapidly.

Soon, his clothes were scattered in dust.

Then there was his skin, his flesh, his bones......

After only a few breaths passed, he changed from a strong martial artist full of blood to a dying old man.

Standing there with weak energy, his body swaying in the wind, and he could fall down at any moment.

"Huh...... Those idiots really picked a good partner......"

In the end, before his spiritual consciousness dissipated, a strange sneer appeared on his dry face.

A moment later, where he stood, a pile of ash was blown everywhere by a passing mountain wind.

"Less...... Master...... How is that possible!"

Not far away, Uncle Fu, who was watching the scene in front of him, was rubbing his eyes desperately, and he was already incoherent.

Just now, not long after he fled into the dense forest with Qin Yuecai, he knew in the spiritual sense that the poor flower had been cut off by the guards, and chased and killed him.

Originally, Uncle Fu, who thought that there would be no more life this time, was about to accumulate all his body's qi, blood and spiritual power in order to be the last time.

He only felt a majestic aura spread out from behind him, and before he could react, he found that his back suddenly lightened.

Then Qin Yue, who was carried on his back before, had already broken away from his back, and his figure rose into the air, heading in the direction that the poor flower was chasing, and there was no trace in an instant.

It wasn't until just now that he rushed back along the road, but he didn't expect to see such a scene.

The pity flower who was so powerful and incomparable before that he treated him like nothing died like this.

However, what shocked him the most was that the young master didn't even make a move, just opened his mouth to say a word.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it.

A generation of martial artists was wiped out under his own young master.

"Young Master......"

Looking at Qin Yue, who was standing in mid-air, Uncle Fu called out respectfully.

But the next moment, Uncle Fu, who was waiting for Qin Yue's response, screamed in surprise, and his body rushed towards the direction where Qin Yue was.

Qin Yue, who was still hanging in the air before, was majestic and incomparable, and suddenly carried it headlong towards the ground.

As soon as he took Qin Yue in his arms, Uncle Fu only felt that Qin Yue was as light as nothing in his hands, and he couldn't help but look at it, and he was suddenly shocked.

At this moment, Qin Yue's eyes were closed, his face was pale without the slightest blood, not to mention, the key was that there was not a trace of flesh and blood on his entire body.

The whole person looks like a pile of bones wrapped in a thin, almost transparent membrane, and the green tendons and blood vessels under the membrane are clearly visible.

"Less...... Young Master?"

Seeing this, Uncle Fu couldn't help but feel sad and exhaled softly.

He immediately adjusted it carefully, looking like he was afraid that if he moved too much, he would break Qin Yue's bones.

In the end, he hugged Qin Yue, turned around, and galloped towards Zishui County.

Now that Qin Yue has become this scene, and he himself has been hit hard, he definitely doesn't dare to stay in the Guxiong Mountain Range any longer.

"Kill!"

Just when Qin Yue was in a coma and was carried by Uncle Fu to escape from the Guxiong Mountain Range.

Outside Linyuan City in Western Xinjiang, among the 100,000 mountains, Qin Lie was covered in blood and blood, and Jiuyang behind him soared into the air, like a fierce tiger, roaring into the encirclement.

"Kill!"

Behind him, all the soldiers also burst out with loud shouts, waving the war knife in their hands along Qin Lie's torn opening, and frantically pounced.