Looking at Huang Cong's strange expression, the two masked men both felt that something was wrong, and they quickly inspired a rival fighting spirit towards the deep pit.

At this moment, Huang Cong also moved, and jumped out of the pit in an instant, this time his movements were as fast as a ghost, for example, I don't know how many times faster, and took the initiative to rush towards the person with the gun, in the face of Ruhong's fighting spirit, he did not dodge, and met each other with his fists, and a blazing light appeared in front of the fist shadow, and the fighting spirit was instantly dispersed.

His right fist slammed into the shaft of the spear, the spear snapped, and the masked man strode back in shock, opening his mouth to spat out a mouthful of blood, the blood soaking through the black veil.

Huang Cong completely used demonic qi and death qi as yuan force to urge, which was a few points stronger than usual, but the injuries in his body became more and more serious, and he spat out two mouthfuls of blood again.

The giant sword masked man flashed in a flash, and the red fighting spirit hit Huang Cong's eyebrows, and at the same time, the masked man with a spear in his hand held the tip of the spear that had broken the spear, and sneaked over from behind.

Huang Cong quickly used 'one step away', dodged the attack of the two, and then hit his right fist behind him, and the domineering punch made the two of them a little embarrassed.

Huang Cong's sudden burst of strength was also too amazing, the two masked people glanced at each other, both of them showed shock, they hesitated, and stepped forward again, although the two of them were afraid, but they didn't want to miss this opportunity today.

Huang Cong knew that even if he could survive this time, his cultivation would be greatly reduced, he looked at the two masked men, a cruel smile appeared on his face, the demonic qi had gradually made him lose his mind, and rushed forward with his bare hands.

The three of them were entangled again, the field was dazzling, and the two masked men had already raised their skills to the limit, fighting against Huang Cong's slashing edge after edge.

In this process, although Huang Cong spit out a mouthful of blood from time to time, his skill seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, and he soon shattered the broken sword and broken spear in the hands of the two masked men.

He was covered in blood, his eyes were extremely strange, as if he was a demon from hell, and the smell of death emanating from his body made the hearts of the two masked people feel a chill, as if they were in a pile of countless dead people. They knew that this assassination operation had failed, and if they continued to fight, although Huang Cong could be exhausted to death, or he could be seriously injured and killed, they were afraid that they would also have to take their lives.

The two glanced at each other, and together they quickly retreated, and then ran quickly into the distance.

Huang Cong was chasing after him, and he had only one thought in his heart: "Kill!"

But after running to a distance of dozens of meters, the vitality of his crippled body had been completely devoured by demonic qi and qi death, and he instantly felt a dizziness and fell to the ground with a thud.

The two masked men were in a hurry to flee for their lives, and they didn't notice that Huang Cong had fallen to the ground at the moment, missing the best opportunity to kill him.

The miserable fire clouds made the forest edge seem to be covered with a faint red, Huang Cong lay motionless on the ground, at this moment he had completely lost himself, his body was extremely weak.

As the sun sets, the open space halfway up the Phoenix Mountains is in shambles, but there are very few pedestrians here, so they won't notice that there is a person lying here at this moment, but if someone happens to come here, they will be surprised to find that a young man's hair on the ground is slowly turning white.

I don't know how long it has passed, Huang Cong's mind has a trace of clarity, he feels that the ice and fire in his body, which had consumed a lot of strength in the battle and were dim, actually emitted a faint light again at this moment, and it was the cold ice qi released by this small flame that kept a trace of his spiritual sense in time.

"Am I going to die?" Huang Cong looked at the sky with empty eyes, after this change, although he still didn't understand the meaning of the existence of the demonic qi and the dead qi in the body, but he understood that these two substances and the essence in the body conjured up the yuan power complement each other, any kind of substance can not be more or less, with the increase of his cultivation, the expansion of the storage of the yuan power in the body, the demon qi and the death qi are also more thick, and neither of the three can lose balance.

"All Things" is running in the body autonomously, after a long while, he feels that his hands and feet can move slightly, but the wounds in his body have reached a terrifying level, I don't know if it can be remedied, and then he climbed up from the ground with difficulty, but in an instant he felt his abnormality.

"How can this be my hand?"

Huang Cong exclaimed and took two steps back.

He didn't believe it, but when he closed his eyes and opened them, what he saw was still the same.

His hands were already like a dying old man, full of the vicissitudes of time, full of wrinkles, and then he found that his legs were no longer as flexible as before, and he had some difficulty walking.

After a difficult run, he came to a lake, the reflection of the water surface stunned him, the original black green silk has appeared many white hair, he sat on the ground, his eyes were full of horror, obviously a little unable to accept this fact.

After a stick of incense, his dim eyes appeared a hint of discoloration, coughed twice, and stood up from the ground with difficulty, at this moment the sun was setting, in his heart, there was another thought, looking at the top of this mountain, with his current body, it was impossible to get there before the sun set, but he gritted his teeth, and his eyes were full of stubbornness.

After bypassing a few paths, he was already out of breath, and had no choice but to pick up a wooden stick from the ground and prop it in his hand and continue walking, with every two steps, he would cough, and some of the woodcutters passing by would look at the old man strangely, but they did not ask too much, perhaps in their hearts they thought that the old man's children should be waiting for him in front of him.

As the last glimmer of light disappeared into the clouds, the sky had completely taken on the color of night, the corners of Huang Cong's mouth moved, he looked ahead, and finally turned his body and walked down the mountain.

"What if you see her?"

The cold wind is miserable, everything seems so sad, Huang Cong has already thrown away the bloody clothes, and at this moment, his thin body is like a small boat in the huge waves, which may be swallowed at any time, and he laughed at himself: "I am not a person who belongs to this world, I come alone in obscurity, and then go in obscurity, why sigh at the loneliness of the years? ”

As he stopped, a familiar voice sounded in his back, "Grandpa, why are you here alone so late?"

Huang Cong was a little unbearable, but he still wanted to look at her again, and he had already decided in his heart that after today, he would find a place and silently wait for the end of life and the end of life!

Ghost Ling'er still has that peaceful posture, but more of it is her smiling face at that moment, and there is a trace of sadness on it.

"Why are you here so late, it seems that you are a little unhappy?" Huang Cong didn't have any expression, and said this slowly, he was not worried that Ghost Ling'er would be able to recognize him, because he looked a little unfamiliar from the shadow on the lake, and his voice was very old at the moment.

Ghost Ling'er had already taken Huang Cong's arm and helped him walk down the mountain, holding him very steadily, walking very carefully, and said with some loss in his mouth: "I agreed with a friend to come to see the sunset together, but he didn't come." ”

Huang Cong showed a wry smile, coughed twice, and said slowly: "Maybe your friend can't come if he has something, but the sunset will still be there, it's beautiful, isn't it?"

Ghost Ling'er showed a faint smile and said: "When I used to watch it by myself, I thought it was beautiful no matter what, but after all, it seemed to lack something, until later, I came with him and understood that this regret turned out to be the reality between two people!"

Huang Cong didn't say anything more, at this moment, he was able to see Ghost Ling'er at such a close distance, his wish had been fulfilled, and from now on, the things of Hongchen in the world would no longer have anything to do with him!

At the time of parting, he sincerely said thank you, which contained a lot, and the two turned their backs on each other.

A tear suddenly flowed out of the corner of his dry eyes at this moment, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, whether he was happy or sad, maybe even he didn't know what kind of emotion it was.

After a few steps, Ghost Ling'er's voice sounded behind him: "Huang Cong?"