When many people live in the world, they don't know the meaning of life, but when they are about to die, they care so much about life, and all of this seems to be so contradictory, and this contradictory feeling is not something that ordinary people can understand. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Although Ling Yun was looking at the collision in the air at this time, he thought of life, thought of the meaning of life, in his opinion, the meaning of life seems to be a little complicated, that complex feeling, no one can explore clearly, maybe some people can explore clearly, but those who explore clearly are no longer in this continent.

In Ling Yun's eyes, in fact, human cultivation is to get rid of life and death and explore the meaning of life, but there are many people who want to explore the meaning of life, but there are many people who have died on the road of exploring the meaning of life.

The great sorrow is the sorrow of cultivation, many cultivators, after death, can't even find a place to be buried, maybe ordinary people can still have a place to live after they die.

It's useless to think so much, Ling Yun just thought about it casually, then he turned his eyes to the sky again, and continued to look at the confrontation in the sky, he understood that a person's distracting thoughts are a lot throughout the day, and those distracting thoughts are flying here for a while, flying there for a while, it looks quite complicated.

Now, though, he's focused on the battle in the air.

The current Flame Demon Bull still has big cracks on his body, and the cracks seem to be completely shattered in a short time.

But even so, the momentum on his body was extremely powerful, and when his powerful momentum emanated, his fist that bombarded the Death Scythe was even harder.

Under this hard, heavy bombardment, the flames on his body were even more gorgeous, and the brilliant flames looked like beautiful and delicate, and the beautiful and delicate seemed to be able to illuminate the entire starry sky at this time, and even opened a trace of strong cracks in the earth.

When the crack spreads around, it's like a real hell, but there is less of a sense of Shura in this hell, less of a yaksha.

The punch that the Flame Demon Bull bombarded on the Death Scythe was very hard, and as this punch bombarded the scythe, the momentum on the Flame Demon Bull was also constantly strengthening.

As the momentum on the Flame Demon Bull's body increased by one point, the flames on his body became stronger, and with the momentum of the flames on that point, the Grim Reaper couldn't help but take a step back towards the rear.

"Crushed. ”

At this time, the Flame Demon Bull burst out with a loud shout, his loud shout, like the sky, like the earth, like the Nine Shadows, and even like the emperor, this burst of shouting, has a feeling of dominating the world, has a kingly demeanor, and has a feeling of wanting to kill this heaven and earth in seconds, that feeling is simply echoing people's hearts.

Now this feeling is too strong, too strong, to be able to reach the bottom of a person's heart.

Even if you are an ordinary cultivator, if you hear this explosion of the Flame Demon Bull, if you don't faint, if you don't die, then you have a sense of cultivation, and in your cultivation, you will have a lot of creation, which is a very special feeling.

In this special feeling, there are some monks who have cultivated ordinarily, and it is indeed in the roar of the Flame Demon Bull that a single liver was shattered, and then fell to the ground with a pop, and the whole person died.

Of course, this is just those evil cultivators, here in the Fengyun Academy, when the roar of the Flame Demon Bull emanated, a dazzling white light emanated from the stone tablet, and under the shroud of this white light, it could not cause any damage to the monks of the Fengyun Academy.

In Ling Yun's eyes, as long as it is a person, the value is almost the same, and the reason why the difference in value is because of the level of strength.

In his opinion, every monk in Fengyun Academy is a material that can be made, and for every material that can be made, he thinks that he should not die like this, if he dies like this, then it will be sad, and he doesn't want anything sad to happen.

Thinking about it, Ling Yun continued to look at the collision in the air.

Ling Yun had to sigh, this blow of the Flame Demon Bull was indeed a cow, but he also knew that after this blow, it was estimated that the Flame Demon Bull should also dissipate, because as the Flame Demon Bull's body actually climbed, there were more and more traces of cracking on his body, and it was like just hoping for it.

Perhaps, this is the blow of the Flame Demon Bull's body before it dissipates.

In the battle between the Grim Reaper and this Flame Demon Bull, there are no gorgeous moves, there is no different kind of long fighting, their way of fighting is so direct, in the direct, it feels very domineering, very savage, in the barbarism, no one is taken into account.

Rumble!

There was a strong loud bang in the air, the loud noise was shocking, the loud noise shook the ground, and in this loud noise, it gave people a creepy feeling.

There was a lot of black rain in the sky, and when that black rain fell, he was like the splendor of this world, but now it was black splendor.

Black rain, if it were an ordinary person, might not be seen even in a lifetime, but at this moment, it is raining black, and the black rain seems to be able to spread to the bottom of a person's heart.

The body of the god of death shattered, the black rain floating in the air, falling below, it was his body that changed, all of this, all of this is telling a story, maybe it is falling, but it is not, in the fall, there is a new life, but it is not a new life, it is a special feeling that is difficult to describe, such a feeling, can only be felt in person, but can not be told.

When the god of death turned into raindrops and fell into the air, some monks did not have time to urge the monks to resist the black rain, and when the black rain touched their bodies, some monks turned into a pool of blood in the black rain.

When they turned to blood, it was so fast, so fast that they didn't have time to be surprised, they didn't have time to scream, they died, they died so aggrieved.

Of course, not all monks died when they came into contact with this black rain, and some monks did not react at all when they came into contact with this black rain, as if this black rain did not cause them any harm at all.

Everything around seems very weird, in the weird, or weird, it makes people have a sense of horror, in the horror, the coolness keeps hitting the back. (To be continued.) )