There is a wind-blown sandy land in the Western Regions, very close to the Valley of the Troubled Winds. The sand is red sand, the earth is loess, and within a few steps there will be a mound with one or two corpses buried, and the fighting here has never stopped since last night.

Several groups of people stood separately, the farthest away from the demon who sat and watched the battle, there were more than a dozen demon masterpieces floating in the sky, and the ground stood in a concentric circle, the outer layer was the living dead who were made after the fall of Tianhemen, and the inner layer was the mute and the only remaining fifty disciples.

The other leaders are all dead, and the rest of the people will die sooner or later, and once they die, they will directly become the living dead, and in turn deal with the living. It's hateful that the demon did these things, and he couldn't say why, he just wanted them to die, and he didn't give them a chance to negotiate.

"Master, our Tianhemen is dying, woo...."

The mute was protected in it, and he was only seventeen or eighteen years old in the end, and he was already desperate in his heart. In the blink of an eye, he suddenly saw all the disciples splattering blood on their necks and pooling blood under their feet.

Before the dumb man could react, he saw those disciples who had just fallen standing opposite with expressionless faces, and half of their unfamiliar bodies appeared out of thin air, floating like smoke. The dumb man recognized him, and Mo Chaozhen, the venerable man of Chang Kezong.

There are more than 500 people in front of him, most of them are familiar faces, but he is mute but lonely, in this sad situation, he can only fight wave after wave with the warriors of Tianhemen, and the end is doomed.

"Kill" mute tugged at his throat and made a last sound, all the bodies of the living dead within thirty zhang were blackened, but without the living mechanism, they might as well cut off one of their little fingers if they were poisoned.

In the state of opening the lonely demon, the dumb man sat cross-legged, and the living dead did not move, It seems that the demon just wants to have some fun. The mute's body became darker and darker, but the poisonous gas emitted gradually decreased, forming a layer of film on the periphery of the skin, tightly enveloping his body.

The dumb man left one eye, I don't know what kind of resentment and pain he carried, and stared helplessly at the smiling yin and yang ghost in the far distance, who was the enemy who killed his master, but hated that he couldn't do anything, and would only die quietly in this wind and sand.

Demon Jing touched his chin, his mouth opened slits, and he wondered, "What other means does he have?" It's a really nice body, and it's going to be a perfect masterpiece, hum hum hum .."

In the poisonous gas, the leaking eyeball suddenly retracted, and a cloud of blood gushed out from everywhere to stain it red, and after a long time, the eyeball stopped trembling, and although it stared straight ahead, it had lost its luster and was slowly wrapped in the poisonous gas.

A gust of wind blew, and the poisonous gas that still maintained its human form was dispersed in an instant. The demons flew over, and the yin and yang ghosts said: "What kind of means is this, could it be that you have escaped from the ground?" ”

The dog in Bai Yao's arms stretched out his neck, sniffed in the air, and then snorted. Bai Yao said: "He is dead, and his smell is gone. ”

The demons were rarely surprised, it turned out that the mute used poison gas to corrode his body in order not to make himself a living dead, and the demon Jing said: "It's interesting, it's a pity for this body." “

In the Tianmen Hall of Linlu Peak in the Northern Regions, Sun Qiji was drinking tea with the stone, and suddenly sighed. The stone asked, "My lord, is something wrong?" “

Sun Qiji sighed: "I originally thought that the encounter with Mu Ziyun would change his fate, but I didn't expect him to die after all, although he is young, he is the person I admire the most in Huzhou, I can predict the five hundred years before and after the world, I searched carefully, but there is no genius like him." “

"Who are you talking about?"

"Ouyang is the head of Tianhemen." Sun said after drinking tea.

"Dumb!" Shi Shi was taken aback, and then he also felt regretful, "I thought he would share the world equally with Zuo Zhiwei, Mu Ziyun, and your lord in the future." Unexpectedly, he fell early in the morning. ”

"If you want to say early, but it's not him the earliest." Sun Yi picked up the tea leaves in the water, "Some people have died a long time ago, but they have been wearing a skin that is about to rot, and they are living in embarrassment." ”

"Huh? My lord, why do you think it's best to be dumb? Haven't you been helping Mu Ziyun? Moreover, you said that in the future, he may be able to save me Lin Lufeng."

After being silent for a long time, Sun Dao opened his mouth and said: "I can explore the way of mortal life and death, the way of fate, the way of marriage, and the way of heaven. He Mu Ziyun should belong to something outside of humanity, the same as the things retrieved from the Luoma River, it can't be explained by the ordinary truth of the world, this kind of person has the advantage of not thinking outside of us early, and it should be strong, I didn't plan to include him in the genius seat, you look at him, it is later than Zuo Zhiwei and Ouyang Zhangmen, and even for a period of time in the information of my sect, he has never been on the stage, this kind of person is actually not talented, everything depends on external forces. ”

"And Zuo Zhiwei is a person with an excellent body who has only been found by the Fallen Leaf Sect for hundreds of years, and people in the past can only inherit the title of "achievement" in middle age, but he obtained it at the age of nineteen, and his talent can be seen. Ouyang Zhangmen is in a sense the same as Zuo Zhiwei, he also has a very rare body, he was picked up by Ouyang Bai at the age of five, he was able to create all the drugs in Tianhemen at the age of ten, and began to study poison at the age of twelve, and in only two years, his attainments surpassed Ouyang Bai. All the warriors and mages spent their lives seeking a way out of mortals, but they didn't know that those two had already stood in that realm. This is the real talent! ”

In the tent of the marching camp at the foot of Bupumen Mountain....

Another bucket of hot soup was carried into Zuo Zhiwei's tent, he had been soaking himself since last night, and he didn't know what was wrong, and the disciples outside were talking about it, and they all guessed what kind of technique Zuo Zhiwei was practicing, or what injuries he was in.

In the tent, Zuo Zhiwei lay in the hot soup, wiping his body over and over again, the skin was scratched in several places, even if he was poured with medicine, it could not heal, and there was an increasingly obvious smell on his body, and he couldn't cover it with dozens of spices.

Looking at the soul fishing on his right hand, Zuo Zhiwei gradually lost his mind, "Am I dead?" This question kept coming up in his mind, slowly breaking his heart, smashing the hot soup into the water with one punch, holding his head in both hands, sinking into the soup, gurgling for a while, standing up suddenly, he began to hate the demon, hated the master, hated himself.

Ever since the old monsters found out about Zuo Zhiwei, they had prepared for the worst, and if the soul fishing failed, they would immediately restrain him, so as not to have a headache for the enemy. Of course, the disciples and elders could not be told this news, Zuo Zhiwei had become the leader in their hearts, and it was important to have a strong spiritual support during the war.

"Your Excellency."

"Come in."

A disciple walked in with his head down, and when he got closer, he suddenly smelled something foul and couldn't help but cover his nose. As soon as he looked up, he saw Zuo Zhiwei staring at him coldly, and the disciple was startled and quickly put his hand down, and said: "Some of the Bu Pumen people on the mountain have surrendered and thrown away all the magic tools, and now they are being guarded by the disciples, and the elders have sent me to ask what to do." ”

"Kill it directly, and don't leave a single one."

The disciple was a little embarrassed, but he didn't dare to be disobedient, bowed his head and said yes, and hurriedly retreated.

Zuo Zhiwei sat back in the hot soup and said to himself: "Little trick, I won't give you any chance to turn over!" ”