He Yiming was scared, his heart beating fast. Even when his life was most threatened, even at the moment when he touched the sharp short blade in his throat.

He had never been so scared and fearful.

The old man is his old friend, and the first friend he has made in the innate realm who can have a common language.

And today, at that most critical moment, what pulled him back from the brink of death was not the one hundred and eight he relied on on weekdays, but the old man in front of him who only had the cultivation of a hundred scattered heavens.

If there is no old man watching the battle by his side today, then ......

This consequence is unimaginable even for He Yiming.

I don't know how long it took, He Yiming's fingers even paused in mid-air.

Finally, his fingers seemed to have passed through thousands of mountains and rivers, as if they had gone through countless centuries, and finally touched the body of the old man Shui Xuanjin.

In an instant, the old man's body was filled with the huge life force, as if the boiling water had found a place to discharge the flood, and surged out.

It was only a few breaths of time, and the life force in Shui Xuanjin's body was already complete. It's completely gone.

He Yiming's eyes widened, he watched and sensed all this in disbelief.

As if muttering to himself, he said, "Water...... Dude. ”

A pitch-black color instantly spread throughout Shui Xuanjin's body, and his body seemed to have been soaked in ink for three days and three nights, and this black had penetrated into every corner and every cell in his body.

Then, the old man, who had been standing as tall as a mountain, fell straight backwards.

Up to this moment, his body was still as straight as a javelin, and even his knees were not bent at all.

He Yiming subconsciously stretched out his hand, and his fingertips touched the old man's body that was about to fall to the ground.

Almost instinctively, He Yiming made his hand like electricity, and he had already held the old man's body in his arms, avoiding the embarrassment of his contact with the ground.

It's just that the moment his hand touched the old man's skin, he already knew that the old man's life had completely disappeared.

Although the smile on Shui Xuanjin's face still did not change in the slightest, the pitch-black color made his smile dyed with a strange color, which looked weird and chilling.

He Yiming's mouth opened, and his heart was at a loss.

If at the moment when he was facing death, he could calmly watch as a bystander, quietly watching the short blade pierce his Adam's apple.

At this moment, his mind was blank, and there were no more thoughts.

"His vest. ”

A familiar voice came to his ears, and He Yiming unknowingly turned the old man's body over. His eyes, which seemed to be out of focus, suddenly froze.

Behind the old man, in the heart, there was a thin, only a few centimeters thin.

Around the wound, no blood flowed out, but with He Yiming's eyes, he saw a thrilling black inside the wound.

He Yiming's true qi had already invaded the old man's body, and in his induction, there was no longer a drop of blood in the old man's heart, as if he had suddenly been pressed by something, squeezing out all the liquid in it in an instant.

"This ...... What's going on?"

He Yiming's voice seemed to be ethereal, and it was not from the feeling in his mouth.

"Shui Xuanjin is actually dead a long time ago. Even now, the voice of One Hundred and Eight does not seem to fluctuate, and his emotions are like the most stable precision machine, and there has never been much ups and downs and changes.

He Yiming raised his head, with inquiry in his eyes, and he looked at Bai and Eight quietly.

In his eyes, it seemed that there was no one else except Bai and Ba, even Yu Jinglei, who had just descended like a god, and Zhu Baqi, who came from the main peak of Tianchi Mountain.

But. And no one was upset about it. As long as he saw He Yiming holding Shui Xuanjin, and the expression on his face was so sad, it was enough for anyone to know that the relationship between them was indeed extraordinary.

"He paused for a moment while saving you, and the serpent's dagger had pierced his heart. One hundred and eight said calmly: "He was already dead at that time." But......" One hundred and eight turned his head, and for the first time his voice took on a skeptical taste: "Although he is dead, his heart immediately stopped beating under the pressure of some force, and the blood in his whole body no longer circulated, so his appearance remained the same and did not change at all. Even the venom on the dagger is contained in the heart. It wasn't until you pushed him that this power dissipated, and the poisonous blood condensed in your heart instantly spread throughout your body. ”

"Squeaky ......"

A strange sound came from He Yiming's palm, and everyone subconsciously saw that one of his hands had been tightly grasped, and the strange sound came from his hand.

Yu Jinglei and Zhu Baqi glanced at each other, although they did their best to come, but in the end they were still a step late, and they didn't see He Yiming and the others fighting with Suo Ge, so they didn't know what happened before they arrived.

However, after listening to Baibaiba's description, it seems that Shui Xuanjin saved He Yiming's life.

Yu Jinglei glanced at Shui Xuanjin in He Yiming's arms, his heart was full of surprise. When the first-line heavenly powerhouses are fighting, how can Baisantian be qualified to intervene in it?

Slowly, He Yiming stood up, his expression seemed to be the same, except for the hands that made the knuckles faintly white because of excessive force. It seems that there is no clue anymore.

However, when many of the innate powerhouses present saw He Yiming's eyes, they all felt a deep cold qi rushing upwards, along the vertebrae to the brain, making them shudder.

Even if it was as strong as Thunder and Zhu Baqi, they were all chilling in their hearts, and they were almost about to stand up and retreat.

In He Yiming's eyes, it was filled with a kind of death power.

This is the pure power of death, and when they see this look, they suddenly feel that there is no life in this world, as if everything should be destroyed.

Not only He Yiming's eyes were like this, but even his spiritual will was exuding this terrifying aura at any time.

He hugged the corpse of the old man Shui Xuanjin, turned around suddenly, and strode away.

Zhu Baqi, who was originally standing in front of him, moved, but he didn't resist at all, as if he instinctively got out of the way.

Zhu Baqi's face changed slightly, his heart jumped a few times, as an old first-line skypowerhouse, his strength is naturally undoubted, and his will is even more solid.

However, at that moment just now, when He Yiming, who was holding Shui Xuanjin, walked towards him. His heart couldn't help but tremble violently.

When he couldn't help but avoid it, he realized that he had subconsciously made this completely weak reaction.

He Yiming ignored Zhu Baqi, who was in trouble, and his steps took forward.

Yu Jinglei was shocked and hurriedly shouted, "Elder He, where are you going?"

He Yiming still ignored it, his figure suddenly blurred, and he had disappeared in front of everyone in an instant, just like Shui Xuanjin showed, in one step, he crossed the distance between two points and one line.

This time, though, his pace was huge. The distance he crossed was even more incredible, just a blink of an eye, and he had completely disappeared in front of everyone.

Everyone looked at each other, and their hearts became more and more amazed.

He Yiming, when did he master such a powerful ability.

The medicine Daoist and the others all had a trace of enlightenment in their hearts, and it seemed that the ability that He Yiming had mastered should have been realized under the mention of Shui Xuanjin. Although that old man only had the Hundred Scattered Heavens realm, he was indeed unmatched in his comprehension of the power of the wind......

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He Yiming ran forward, he didn't care about his direction, and he didn't know how long it was, when he stopped, he suddenly felt some liquid dripping on Shui Xuanjin's body, which was black and shiny.

He wiped his face, and before he knew it, his face was covered with tears.

For the first time since his promotion, he really burst into tears.

Looking at the old man's face, the dazedness and pain in He Yiming's eyes gradually faded, and was replaced by an unforgettable crazy hatred.

He took a deep breath and suddenly shouted, "One hundred and eight." ”

Behind him, a figure walked out, it was the one hundred and eight who had been tracking all the way.

"Why didn't you make a move just now?" He Yiming said word by word: "If you make a move, he won't die." ”

"Underground, I didn't scan the viper. A glint flashed in one hundred and eight's eyes, and he didn't know if it was a sign of guilt.

The muscles on He Yiming's face twitched slightly, although he was angry, he still had a trace of reason after all. It's just that the anger and murderous aura that kept surging out made him suffer a lot.

"What are you going to do?" asked Hundred and Eight abruptly.

"Kill. He Yiming's voice seemed to burst out from between his teeth: "A tooth for a tooth, I will kill them all." ”

"You can't do it. One hundred and eight said calmly: "Their combined strength is far greater than yours." ”

He Yiming suddenly raised his head, and there was a hint of pleading in his eyes: "Elder Yu said that your strength has reached the realm of Sanhua, and I need your help." ”

"I'm sorry, I can only keep you safe, but I can't help you kill. ”

"Why?" He Yiming's eyes froze, and he roared with all his might. Because he understands that if there is no help from Hundred and Eight, then he will not say that he is avenging Shui Xuanjin. Even trying to escape from the totemic messengers is unlikely.

"Because my procedures stipulate that I cannot harm low-level intelligent beings who do not threaten my life. ”

Although he was in extreme anger, He Yiming's eyes were still wide, this explanation was indeed the first time he had heard of it, but for him who knew the origin of one hundred and eight, this did not seem to be one hundred and eight's way of prevarication.

Slowly, the murderous aura and anger on He Yiming's body gradually subsided. He hesitated, as if thinking about something, and finally, a look of determination flashed in his eyes.

He hugged the old man's body and turned around, and said, "One hundred and eight, I want to be quiet alone, please don't come with me." In addition, please go back to the mountain and tell Elder Yu and them, after I bury Brother Shui, I will go back soon. ”

With that, He Yiming strode away in a certain direction.

This direction is completely opposite to the direction in which Suo Ge and the others left, and Bai and Eight passed the monitoring of the heartbeat, knowing that He Yiming was really calm.

When a person is in a frenzy, he may do many things that seem unthinkable in normal times. However, when he calms down, it is much less likely that he will still kill himself desperately.

In the inhuman head of One Hundred and Eight, countless messages were being exchanged and judged as quickly as possible, and finally, when everything was calm again, he had come to a conclusion.

He Yiming has let go of this hatred, and the possibility that he wants to take revenge at any cost will not exceed one percent.

After reaching this conclusion, one hundred and eight did not hesitate any longer, and he turned away.

With his speed, even if he didn't use it to the extreme, he returned to Hengshan in an hour.

When he returned to Yokoyama, he immediately caused a sensation among everyone.

Although the mountain path leading to the main peak has collapsed at this time, this cannot affect the walking of many innate powerhouses. As for the repair of the mountain road, it is natural that the disciples have to worry about it, and they don't need to worry about it. And what can really be noticed by many innate powerhouses is naturally He Yiming, who left alone.

After one hundred and eight came to Hengshan, he did not hide what He Yiming asked him to bring back.

Yu Jinglei and the others were relieved, although Shui Xuanjin's death was quite regrettable, but except for Ting Shiguang, who had a deep friendship with him, the rest of the people didn't take it very seriously.

Especially for the people of Hengshan, as long as He Yiming is fine, it doesn't matter whether Shui Xuanjin dies or not.

One hundred and eight took everyone's expressions into his eyes, his face was silent, but his mind was constantly analyzing......

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He Yiming walked faster and faster, and his speed continued to increase in the gallop.

At the same time, his tailwind ear magic skills have also been exerted to the extreme, at this speed, even with the magical ability of one hundred and eight, he can't even hide from his ears and eyes and track him over.

An hour later, He Yiming finally slowed down. He was convinced that no one would ever be able to follow him without him noticing.

Then, his figure turned, and he ran straight in a certain direction.

From time to time, his feet stepped lightly on the branches of the trees in mid-air, and he jumped several meters away, and along the way, he did not even land, leaving no traces.

At the same time, he also completely restrained his own aura, even if an innate powerhouse wanted to track it, it was difficult to do so.

Finally, when he stopped, he had come to a secluded valley.

It is an extremely remote valley hidden deep in the mountains. It was in this small valley that He Yiming discovered the two-headed spirit beast and discovered the huge mysterious white stone.

Here, it is He Yiming's lucky place, and it is also the treasure place where he once determined to live up to the Daguan knife behind him.

After coming to the inner valley, He Yiming took off the Daguan knife, luck was like a knife, and the light at the blade was uncertain.

He flipped his wrist like a fly, but in a matter of moments he had dug a large boxy hole in the ground. Then, he leaped to the bottom of the mountain wall, and with a big sword, he slashed deep into the solid rock wall.

With the support of the huge True Qi, soon, a rock wall had been dug down by him in a savage way.

Between the flying lights, this rock wall has turned into a huge sarcophagus, although the workmanship is relatively rough, but the entire sarcophagus is made by him alone.

Putting down the Daguan knife, He Yiming picked up the old man's body and gently put it into the sarcophagus.

His movements were extremely gentle, as if the old man was not dead, but merely asleep. But he was afraid of disturbing the old man's sleep, so he was so cautious.

Putting the sarcophagus into the cave he had dug, He Yiming took one last look at it deeply.

The old man's face still maintained this confident and calm smile.

He Yiming's heart twitched faintly.

At the last moment of the old man's life, after his heart had been pierced by a poisonous blade, instead of falling down immediately, he condensed all the innate true qi in his heart with incomparable perseverance, and endured the incredible pain, but still stood behind him like a mountain.

It was the last thing the old man did for him.

At this moment, He Yiming remembered what the old man said to him outside the Tianluo Kingdom.

"The old man is relieved......"

When He Yiming made his voice for the sake of Tianluo Kingdom, the old man was really relieved.

Vaguely, He Yiming had already understood the old man's last thoughts in the world, and he also understood why he still had such strong determination and perseverance in his body that was about to reach the end of his life.

He inhaled deeply, and the true qi on his body surged like boiling water.

He suddenly jumped up, and as soon as he waved in mid-air, the huge and terrifying Daguan Knife had already appeared in his hand.

Between the churning of the sword light, the entire valley seemed to be filled with that incomparably huge sword light.

Thirty-six styles of opening the mountain, starting from the first style, he practiced one move at a time.

His spirit was highly concentrated, and a long-suppressed anger reignited in his heart. The tremendous power caused by the anger boiled in his body, pushing his true qi to the highest point after another.

Twentieth Formula, Twenty-first Formula......

When this style was exhausted, He Yiming's eyes widened, and he did not stop it, but slashed it out......

Almost at the same time, the Five Elements True Qi in his body swirled, starting from the water system, and instantly turned into the extremely sharp gold true qi according to the symbiotic changes.

With a huge sword light, it slashed towards the mountain wall in front of him like a fly.

There was a loud bang, and an incomparably huge crack spread straight out of the ground, until it reached the opposite mountain wall, and a huge crack was also opened.

Slowly, a white magical light emanated from the mountain wall.

He Yiming gasped, his gaze shining.

Kaishan, the twenty-second style!