A white light passed through my closed eyelids, and the explosion that followed was not heard. Maybe the strong air pressure has made me deaf. But I'm sure those tubes of black powder exploded. Because a stronger reverse impact pinned me firmly to the screen. Almost crushed my ribs. For a few seconds, I couldn't breathe at all.

It's as if all the brains in the head are going to come out of the ears.

As if that weren't enough, the dome of the main hall began to fall with wood, rubble, and tiles. I could feel something hit on my head, but it didn't hurt anymore.

"Master......"

By the time I could hear the sound, someone was already cleaning up the battlefield. The eyelids seem to be glued together with cement, and it is difficult to open them. But one thing I can be thankful for is that I didn't die. There must be a lot of color on the body, anyway, there are not many places that don't hurt, and it feels like there may be something less if you move a little.

"Brother Mu, are you okay?" Wuchen's voice suddenly came, and then my shoulders were shaken.

It's really falling apart......

"Don't shake, you'll die. I tried my best to say this before Dustless let go of his hand. Just saying a word drained all my strength and patience for pain. I didn't dare to let the muscles touch my chest when I breathed before.

In fact, after the pain, I got used to it. When I opened my eyes, I saw a dustless face with a lot of bleeding on my body. The gaze spread outward, Tianfeng was not dead, and there were no wounds on his body at all. This is the style of the old fox in the rivers and lakes, who can escape in this kind of catastrophe. All the candles and oil lamps in the main hall were extinguished, and it should have been pitch black, but many monks rushed over to carry torches and lanterns, and the stars were dotted and not dark.

The dome of the entire hall was gone, some went outside, and some fell inside the hall. Looking up, it was pitch black, it should be the second half of the night, I don't know how long it will be dawn.

"You go and see if the Qingfeng Daoist is dead. "I'm not letting Wuchen cut the grass and eradicate the roots, after all, they are the same sect, and it is still appropriate to care about them.

Qingfeng is dead, in order to die with Shi Neng, he not only used black powder, but also bit his tongue, and the blood was condensed into red icicles with Dao method or internal force, which is already a deadly fight. In addition, in order to make the black powder produce the most destructive power, he did not hesitate to press his body against the wind ball.

Of course, his wish to die with Shi Neng came true, and in order to protect the people in the main hall, Shi Neng also used his body to hold the black powder wind ball to the dome.

At least in this showdown, there is no good or evil between the two people.

"I'll help you up first. Wuchen glanced up at the top of my head.

I also tried my best to twist my neck to look behind my back, and it turned out that the three golden bodies of Shakyamuni Buddha in front of the screen had not been blown down. But it is already crumbling, after all, the foundation is no longer solid. I was still sitting here and I was hit by the clay statue, and the Buddha would not necessarily treat me and not fall to me.

When you stand up, it is not so difficult to walk. I just let Wuchen help me and go out to find that breeze together. Shi Neng has been found by the monks in the temple, and several people gathered there, crying, and I don't know if he died or not. The old man had already died once.

Qingfeng didn't actually die, we saw him in the courtyard in front of the main hall. When I walked over, Tianfeng was already on the side for some time. Although Tianfeng did some treatment for him, I could see at a glance that he was no longer good, and blood kept pouring out of his mouth. The robe on his chest was jet black, the color of blood that I was familiar with at night. Tianfeng had just wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth for him, and new blood flowed out again.

"Hey......" Finally, Tianfeng gave up and threw a piece of linen cloth that had been dyed red on the ground.

"Uncle Shi!" Wuchen suddenly shouted and fell to his knees.

Qingfeng heard Wuchen call his uncle, and his eyes suddenly lit up, just like returning to the light. I'm also surprised, how did Qingfeng become a dustless master? But when I think about it, his master's name is Qingxu, and there is a Qingfeng and a Qingyun here, both of them are from the Qingzi generation, and they may be a family.

"Are you a disciple of the Void?" Qingfeng asked as he grabbed Wuchen's arm with a pair of blood-stained hands. As he spoke, he coughed up another mouthful of blood.

However, after coughing up, my spirits improved a little. Maybe the blood was stuck in his throat and he couldn't hold it anymore.

"Yes, uncle. I am his old man's disciple Wuchen. Wuchen replied by holding Qingfeng's hand.

"Okay, okay, we finally have a successor from the Court of Hatred. Qingfeng smiled, "I said that the third Zhan Lu sword will be in your hands." He's dead, isn't he? I can't even recruit his soul. ”

"En......" Wuchen choked up, "Master, he was already driving a crane when he was in Jinan City." ”

"I've heard about Jinan......"

The two of them also chatted, shouldn't it be the time to say goodbye to life and death and explain the future. I glanced up at the main hall, and the monks were still gathered there, and I was afraid that Shi Neng had not lost his breath.

"Uncle Shi, you wait, I will treat your wounds, collect your soul, and I won't let you die. Wuchen wanted to go up to help Qingfeng, but was stopped by Tianfeng.

"What are you doing!" Wuchen glared at Tianfeng.

At this time, when Qingfeng was making trouble in the main hall, why didn't he immediately go to help. Tianfeng didn't take him seriously, but just shook his head, which meant "Don't waste your efforts, people can't be saved."

"Wuchen, don't bother, I'm going to die too. Qingfeng said it, "Your master is only three of our disciples, and now the last one will be gone soon." Fortunately, the third child still has a queen, so that the court of hatred will not disappear here. ”

Qingfeng said as he took out an oiled paper bag from his bosom, which should contain a book.

"This is the treasure of our town view of the Leaving Hate Court, you are good to collect it, so that it will be placed in the Ancestral Court of Leaving Hate in the future. There is also this dragon sword, you also keep it, it's a pity to lose it. ”

This section is a bit cliché, entrusting the great responsibility to the surviving person on his deathbed. But I'm curious to see what kind of book is in this oily paper bag. Could it be that it is like the "Nine Yin True Scripture", and the most powerful Dao method of the Dao Sect is in this book? Isn't that very good, if Wuchen has practiced it, it will help me even more, and I am a little more sure of finding Lu Jia. There is also the dragon sword, take a closer look, it really looks more powerful than the Zhan Lu sword, after all, he is a senior brother.

"Uncle Shi......" Wuchen hesitated for a moment, but still took it.

"Is the bald donkey dead?" Qingfeng still remembered.

Unexpectedly, Wuchen nodded, did he want Qingfeng to leave the world without regrets.

"That's good, my Taoist Dacheng, how can I let those bald donkeys learn. Dustless, remember, the Tao of the Court of Hate cannot be passed on. ”

"Yes, uncle, disciple remembered. "Dustless tears flowed out. This old man may be his last elder in this world. I'm about to "ride the crane" away.

"Also, don't bother looking for my soul, I've already placed a ban on my soul, and I have a place for it. Qingfeng's eyes are no longer as energetic as they were just now, and the return to light can't last forever, "You have to live well, don't be like the three of us brothers and sisters, when you reach seventy or eighty, you can't see through seventy or eighty, you have to wait until you ......die."

"Disciple remembered!"

"Does your master still have your master's arm?"

Wuchen nodded, "Here is the disciple." ”

"There are some things that don't need to be forced...... Okay, good ......" Qingfeng's pupils dilated as he spoke, this time he was really dead.

I didn't see his soul coming out of my body, maybe it was because his prohibition was working. When these Taoist Daoists reach a certain level, they may really dare to experiment with their souls. After their own death, they must be properly arranged.

I saw Wuchen crying very sadly, this is the first time they have met, and they didn't even know each other before. In ancient times, the human touch between people was so strong, and I was really moved. This is probably one of the few places that I admit is brighter than modern society.

Tianfeng was also embarrassed on the side, I don't know if he was sighing Qingfeng didn't communicate with him from beginning to end or, it's a pity that Qingfeng Taoist died like this. Anyway, it's a little embarrassing for me to stand aside, after all, I'm an outsider and I heard someone's last words, no matter how I say it, it's a little disgraceful.

Just when I didn't know whether to leave or stay, a monk came up to me, clasped his palms together at me, and said, "Donor, Master, please come over." ”

"Me?" I was a little stunned, what was Shi Neng looking for me? I didn't have anything to do with him, if anything, it was to confront him with Shi Kong, and at the beginning that guy tied me up with a hemp rope that tied up my clothes.

"Yes, Master invited you to come over and discuss important matters. The monk said with certainty, the expression on his face was very eager, and it seemed that there was not much time to release the energy.

I hesitated to glance at Qingfeng, afraid that he would suddenly sit up again when he heard the monk's words.

"Alright, I'll come over here. ”

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