When the hundred people in his divine consciousness smashed the talisman on his chest, a huge sense of crisis rose in Li Shi's heart, and he only felt like he was being stared at by a poisonous snake, and with that huge breath approaching, it confirmed the thoughts in his heart.

At that moment, the spiritual power of the whole body surged out rapidly, and his hands turned into the color of chaos, and in the roar, his body leaned back, and he grabbed the flying sword in front of his forehead, and the blood mist exploded, and the huge force made him rush out of the ring like a meteor and disappear in front of everyone's eyes.

The strange laughter still echoed on the stage, and the spiritual light dissolved the figure of a hundred, and the blood mist was falling, and the ring was empty.

In the exclamation of everyone, a flash of inspiration flashed on the light curtain: In the second scene, Daqin No. 8 Li Shisheng! 2nd in points, ranked 999998.

Li Shi only felt that his body was in a state of weightlessness, his fast body was on fire, the chaotic color of his hands was wiped out by the sword light, and with the death of the hundred, a pitch-black thin sword was horizontal on the bloody fleshy palm.

The bones of his arms were shattered, exposed outside the flesh and blood, but fortunately, the body of chaos was completed, and the hard hands made the thin sword deviate a little, so that it was not pierced into the sea, even so, the sword mark in front of his forehead was shocking, and blood gushed out, and his face was all paste.

A humanoid fireball disappeared into the sea of consciousness, roaring hundreds of meters into the ground, and the flames in the cave gradually extinguished, leaving only a pile of ashes, curling with bursts of scorched flesh and bones, floating upward.

In the blink of an eye, several streams of light fell, and Dugu Xue, You Fei, Tang Wenxue, Tang Murong, Dao Wanming and others appeared in front of the cave entrance, and the pile of ashes in the ground in the divine consciousness seemed to be silently explaining something.

Dao Wanming's face was pale, his body shook, blood mist erupted in anger, his eyes turned black, his consciousness was blurred for a while, and he slowly fell to the ground.

hugged him, Bai Qian bit his lips tightly, tears welled up in his red eyes, and the two slowly collapsed together.

Wu Yue knelt down at the entrance of the cave, trembling and pulling the sand and gravel, his hands were full of blood, and he choked and shouted softly: "Senior brother! Big brother! Traces of green smoke floated out of the hole, and he looked up to the sky and howled with grief and indignation, and the sound echoed in the air, lingering for a long time, and it made people's hearts feel like knives.

"Wow!" Dugu Xue walked to the entrance of the cave stupidly, cried loudly, and then turned her head to look at a handsome young man, and said hatefully: "Tang Wenmin, you liared, you said that the two clear, the dead man is yours, you return my brother, you pay me my brother." ”

The small white figure rushed in front of him, tearing his shirt weakly, and kept crying, Dugu Xue stepped forward to pick her up, and said coldly: "Tang Wenmin, you are really good, in front of everyone's eyes, the immortal master killed the Mahayana and blatantly did this, I see how you explain it!" ”

"Big brother, why did this happen like this, I saw that person in your mansion, how can I explain it to my father when I go back now!" Tang Wenxue stepped forward, his face showed sadness, as if he had died of his own brother.

"Fourth brother, I didn't expect my subordinates to do such a thing, it's a pity, such a rare talent, in this way, this kind of superb fire can be regarded as compensation for their planet." As he spoke, he threw down a purple flame and hurried away with the group.

Dao Wanming slowly woke up, looked at the burning purple flame in front of him, trembling his hands and slowly holding it in front of him, the purple light was reflected on his face, and the sadness made people unbearable to look at directly.

With tears in his eyes, he muttered to himself: "Li Shi, look, look at it, this is the best fire, we finally got it, we finally got it, you take a look." As he spoke, a cloud of blood sprayed out again, and his face turned even paler.

Supporting each other, the three of them slowly got up and bowed deeply to Dugu Xue: "Thank you for the demon envoy's care, we will go back first, if he is lucky enough to see each other in the future, he will repay the great favor with a grass title." After saying that, he bowed deeply.

Dugu Qian's face was sad, and she said softly: "It's okay, the fire has been taken down, and staying here again will do you no harm, so it's good to go back early, so as not to be poisoned by others again." ”

Looking at the direction in which Tang Wenmin left, Bai Qian gritted his teeth and said hatefully: "Wait, today's account will be settled with you one day." ”

Tang Wenxue's face was embarrassed, and he wanted to say something, but when he saw this scene, he swallowed his words again, but his expression was embarrassed.

Qi Qi stretched out his hand and urged the spiritual power to converge on the fire, and the spiritual light flashed, and the faces of the three of them froze, and then disappeared under the sky.

Seeing the three of them leaving, Duguqian hugged her sister who was crying and turned around and disappeared into the scene.

Tang Wenxue shook his head, and after everyone left, he carefully investigated for a long time, but found nothing, and couldn't help but say to himself: "Is it really dead?" Why does it always feel like something is wrong? However, the Heavenly Immortal Cultivator is also a first-class master in the fairyland, and it is impossible to kill a Mahayana desperately, and it is impossible to miss, what a pity. ”

A few hours later, a black light fell to the entrance of the cave, it was Tang Murong, I saw him circle around the entrance of the cave several times, carefully looking for something, half an hour later, turned his head, frowned, and his figure slowly dissipated.

A white light fell in the distance, it was Duguxue, I saw her carefully put down a lot of fruit snacks, and then lit incense candles and paper money, and the small figure was still pumping, obviously heartbroken.

Wuzi sobbed sadly, and whispered intermittently: "Brother Xiao, really, really, I'm really sorry, I, I begged my sister to save you, but she couldn't get up in that ring, that, that person has a heavenly immortal cultivation." ”

"Wait, wait for me to go back, again, don't be lazy anymore, one, I must cultivate hard, and then I will avenge my brother."

When Tang Murong, who was invisible, heard this, a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Just because you, a little fox demon, dare to have this thought, I will let you die here today and settle clean." Several black nails appeared in his hand, and he was about to move when a sword light flashed in the distance.

Dugu Xue appeared in the field, the light between her eyebrows and eyes was revealed, and a talisman was deliberately shown in her hand, blocking in front of her sister, and said softly: "Xue'er, go back with your sister, Li Shi will know that you are good to him." ”

Tang Murong saw the talisman in the dark, and slowly put away the black nails: "Is it a talisman refined by the Golden Immortal?" You're in luck. "Only by borrowing the light to go, with his cultivation, he will not be able to break the talisman, and then it will really cause a war between the two clans, and he is afraid that he will just be sent out to calm the anger of cannon fodder.

After the slight fluctuation of spiritual power in her divine consciousness, the light was exactly what she was thinking of, and she let out a long breath: "Sure enough, it's him, it's so dangerous!" Thinking about it, he couldn't help but pull up Dugu Xue and hurried back to the city.

A few days have passed, the battle in the ring continues, the points of the No. 8 plate are no longer changed, no one cares about it here, no matter how talented you are, no matter how strong your strength is, after turning into a pile of ashes, it will only be gradually forgotten.

The past of those scenery will slowly sink to the bottom of the long river of time with time, and only those closest to them will remember it.