"You're... Zheng Wenqu?",

Lu Hong pressed the hilt of the sword with his hand, vigilant in his heart. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The lark and Wuchen also sacrificed their own magic weapons, and Wuchen glanced at the skeleton and had a resolution in his heart.

This slight action made the incoming person kill.

Others may not know this monk's mind, but his mind has been refined in the open and secret battles again and again, and he knows people's hearts well, and when he sees his small movements, he knows that he intends to threaten himself with her.

The two fingers in the sleeve are raised together, and the yin qi flows in the fingertips in an instant, and the fingertips are like sharp blades.

He did it silently, but Wuchen sat in meditation all the year round in the King Kong Temple, and he had already practiced the stunt of the unity of the heart and the eye, which was similar to the unity of the heart and eye of the old man who had died, and the enemy did not need to rely on the naked eye.

Dustless hands, sensing his movements, reached out like lightning and pinched the skeleton's neck.

"Amitabha, the disciples of the Buddhist family have always abstained from anger, anger and killing, but the five precepts of the little monk have long been broken, and he will enter the hell of Ah Bi after death.

The young man's brows frowned slightly, this monk treasure is solemn, very Buddha-like, at a glance it seems to be the appearance of a high-ranking monk, but at this time in his heart he is a full demon monk.

Wuchen's words are gentle, but every word is full of murderous intent.

He is cautious and quick to react, which is obviously extremely difficult to deal with.

"Let her go and get out of here",

Youth Road.

Shaking the soul bell in his hand, the yin corpses in the hall dispersed one by one and returned to their original positions.

He didn't leave anything behind, and he knew that it was best to deal with smart people in the simplest way.

"There are still some things I want to ask Your Excellency, although I am presumptuous, but at the moment it is a matter of life and death, I have to ask",

Wuchen thought for a moment and retracted his hand, his face was smiling again, and since the other party had released kindness, he was no longer aggressive

The young man bowed his head slightly, "Please say",

Wuchen smiled: "Your Excellency is really the rumored Zheng Wenqu?",

The young man nodded, acquiescing to his identity.

Several people's hearts moved, although they had already guessed his identity, but after confirming it in person, they still felt incredible.

It was nearly 7,000 years ago that the Seven Kingdoms were destroyed, and he has lived from that time to the present, he is an old monster who has survived for more than 7,000 years, and Yuan Chungang and the old demon in the depths of the Ten Thousand Tribulation Sea can't match him, but his cultivation is obviously far from Yuan Chungang and others.

His cultivation was not much higher even compared to Lu Hong and the others.

Wuchen said: "Why is there a Yin corpse refined by the Xuan Ghost Sect here?",

Zheng Wen channel: "Maybe you should ask the Xuan Ghost Sect why there are Yin corpses refined here",

Wuchen immediately understood that the Seven Kingdoms were in front, the Xuan Ghost Sect was behind, and when the Xuan Ghost Sect opened a sect in the Northeast, the Seven Kingdoms had been wiped out, and according to Lu Hong, there were far fewer Yin corpses in the Shenyuan Tower of the Xuan Ghost Sect than here, and it was obviously the method of refining the corpses of the Xuan Ghost Sect to steal the master here.

He bowed his head and said, "The demon of the ghoul vein said that Your Excellency is the gatekeeper, what does this mean?"

Zheng Wen channel: "Defend a corner of this place, the demon who refuses to invade, that's all",

"I am only responsible for the Yin corpse here and not being controlled by people with intentions",

Wuchen said: "In the past, the Seven Kingdoms of the Northern Regions were really destroyed by Your Excellency?",

Zheng Wen's channel: "Three thousand yin corpses swept through the Seven Kingdoms, up to the princes and nobles, civil and military ministers, down to the common people, peddlers and pawns, none of them lived",

There was no expression on his face as he spoke.

"Where are the bodies of the seven princes, nobles, and common people now?",

Zheng Wenqu didn't say anything, just stretched out his hand and pointed outside the house.

Those people have already been refined into yin corpses, in the past years, his strength in the battle of the Seven Kingdoms to destroy the country became larger and larger, and he could get an endless stream of replenishment, and the soldiers of the Seven Kingdoms died one less, and the outcome was doomed from the moment the war began.

Wuchen looked at him and said, "Why?"

Why? That's what he really wanted to ask.

Zheng Wen channel: "Do you often ask yourself why when you kill someone?",

Wuchen smiled slightly: "The little monk doesn't need to ask the reason for killing people, but Your Excellency does",

"Your hands are not stained with too much blood, and a person who is not willing to kill with his own hands will not be interested in watching others kill",

Zheng Wenqu's fingers curled into a fist, and said: "If there must be a reason, it is that they must die",

Wuchen nodded and said, "One last thing to ask, do you know about the curse of the Immortal Gate?"

Zheng Wen channel: "I don't know",

Wuchen stared at his eyes carefully, his gaze did not dodge in the slightest, but one of the eyes of the two did not have any emotional fluctuations, and the other hid all his emotions, and neither could see through the other's heart.

"Farewell",

In the end, Wuchen can only nod his head slightly.

The young man walked slowly into the door with his hands behind his back, while Lu Hong and the four walked out vigilantly

"Zheng Wenqu, are you waiting for her to be resurrected?",

As he passed by, Lu Hong asked.

The skeleton had grown some skin and flesh, which was obviously the effect of his cultivation with the miraculous medicine.

Zheng Wenqu walked behind the skeleton with his hands in his hands and nodded.

"It's been seven thousand years, can she really be resurrected? I have heard of some elixir that can live the dead, flesh and bones, but I have never seen it yet",

Zheng Wenqu shook his head and didn't say anything.

There are so many peerless and amazing talents in this world, but in the end they are just a handful of loess, have you ever heard of someone coming back from the dead?

No, from the beginning of Hongmeng to the ancient wilderness, from the ancient witch festival era to the artifact age, and to the prosperous era of today's Shenzhou, there is not one.

"If she never comes back to life, do you have to wait any longer?"

Zheng Wenqu smiled faintly and said: "Heaven and earth go around repeatedly, time has no beginning and end, prosperity will be grateful, ice and snow will disappear, and the sea will be exhausted, if she can't wake up, I will wait for her to that day."

"I can't take care of her when she is alive, I only hope that when I die, I can hold her hand and sleep with her in the ground",

The door closed gently, and the four of them saw the figure slowly walk to the red-clothed skeleton and sit down, took her hand and gently held her in his arms, his movements were so careful, so gentle.

At this moment, even if his heart is as dustless as iron, he also feels a shock in his heart.

Qing'er let out a low sob, reaching out and rubbing her reddish eyes.

When she put down her hand, she felt a burst of warmth, knowing that it was Lu Hong, she turned her head and saw the smile on his face, with a serious look in her eyes, she gently held his hand and clasped his fingers tightly.

When he walked out of the main hall, he found that the dark clouds in the sky had dispersed, and although it was still gray everywhere, most of the oppressive corpse qi had dispersed, and a few rays of sunlight passed through the clouds through the gray mist above the Seven Kingdoms.

There was a melodious harmonica sound in the hall behind him, and the music whimpered, like crying and complaining.

"On the maple bridge, in the painting, the two feelings are relative to this life, but they don't know, the road is difficult, the love road is difficult, the white head is participatory, there is no fate to stay together, and the most soulful ...... have been separated since ancient times",

A soft sigh came from the song...... (To be continued.) )