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Being stared at by Chen Heng, Luo Hua's face showed fear for a moment. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

But immediately turned into a disdainful sneer: "Little bastard, I admit that you did surprise me, but you also underestimated my means too much, if you want my life, you have to pass the following level first......"

Luo Hua's voice suddenly raised, and his tone revealed a strong confidence: "Elder Li, you can show up!"

As soon as the words fell, Chen Heng immediately felt an inexplicable dangerous aura surging towards him, and at some point in the field, there was already a thin old man, his whole body was shrouded in a black robe, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

"Elder Li, I'll leave it to you next, don't let this kid die too happily......" Luo Hua said through gritted teeth.

The old man nodded, and his hoarse voice seemed to come from the Nine Shadows of Hell: "Young master, please rest assured, the old man will definitely let him taste the wonderful taste of soul refining before pinching him to death." ”

"Whew!"

At this time, Chen Heng's figure suddenly shot up again, and once again chose to strike first!

And the object of his attack was not the black-robed old man, but Luo Hua who was standing behind the old man.

This was a plan that Chen Heng had thought of a long time ago, and the old man in front of him gave him a very dangerous feeling, no matter how strong he was, he would definitely not be his opponent.

It's definitely useless to escape, it's better to take it by surprise and subdue Luohua first, maybe there will be a glimmer of life!

Chen Heng's move can be said to be the best choice he can make at the moment, but it's a pity that he still underestimated the enemy's strength.

At the same time that Chen Heng's body violently attacked Luo Hua, the black-robed old man did not make the slightest movement, but just let out a cold snort from his throat, and suddenly raised his eyes and glanced at Chen Heng.

"Bad ......"

The moment he made eye contact with the old man, Chen Heng only felt that the other party's gaze was like two huge whirlpools, emitting a powerful and irresistible suction, and his entire soul was about to be sucked in.

Time seemed to have come to a standstill at this moment, Chen Heng fell from mid-air, and his originally clear eyes gradually revealed a look of confusion, and his consciousness began to blur......

......

The sky here is a pure black curtain, and below the black curtain is an endless wasteland, and at the end of the wasteland and the sky, a dark red fireball hangs.

The red light it emitted crept unscrupulously across the red, scarred land.

It was already dusk, and the invisible trace of transparent heat rising from the ground made the fireball at the end of the sky look a little distorted.

In this desperately silent world, there is a swaying green that is particularly incongruous, it is an unknown tree, showing off its vitality in an extremely arrogant manner.

An old man with a body like a withered branch sat silently under the shade of a tree. Aside from the occasional slight heaving of his chest, he looked indistinguishable from a corpse.

This is a forbidden area for life.

Ever since the wilderness behind the old man was called the "Burial God Plain" at some point, there has been no life here, whether it is an ordinary mortal or a great cultivator.

In the depths of the distant sky, there were suddenly a few dull thunders, and the old man's brows were slightly raised, and he opened his cloudy eyes that had been closed for maybe a few days, maybe a few years.

The wave of heat that had surrounded him, enough to instantly turn ordinary mortals into ashes, suddenly dissipated like this. Even the fireball, which was slowly sinking into the ground, quietly stopped.

From the end of the sky on the other side of the fireball, two people walked side by side in the distance, a young monk wearing a monk's robe, and a middle-aged man carrying a crescent shovel on his back.

It was only a few steps, but the two of them miraculously crossed this seemingly extremely long distance, and came to the old man in a blink of an eye.

"Long time no see. ”

The young monk smiled at the tree behind the old man, clasped his palms together in front of the old man, and bowed his head slightly.

"It's going to change, are you really going to go in?"

The old man squinted and said something incoherent.

"I remember that in another distant world, there was a fat monk who once said to me: If I don't go to hell, who will?" the young monk smiled, twisting a green leaf floating in the air.

"He's talking about himself, not you, not me. ”

The middle-aged man, who was as silent as a stubborn stone, suddenly interjected, and the crescent shovel behind him trembled slightly unwillingly, as if it would turn into a sharp sword to pierce this desperate sky at any time.

It sounds like a mouthful, but apparently they all get it.

The old man sighed slightly, got up slowly, stretched out his dry right palm and flipped it gently, there was no shaking of the ground, and there was no dazzling divine light. A roll of ancient bamboo slips that exuded the vicissitudes of life appeared out of thin air and hung on the old man's withered palm.

"Three thousand years ago, when Daozu fell, he gave me this scripture, and he once said that if it really meets today's catastrophe, it may be useful. ”

"Hmph, the bitter fruit he made himself, but let me wait to pick it! It's really calculated!" the middle-aged man snorted coldly, revealing a face full of disdain.

"Wujing, don't talk nonsense, after today, if I really die, you have to live well, the future is still very long, some things can only be entrusted to you to do for me!"

The young monk took the bamboo slip, suddenly restrained his smile, looked at the middle-aged man beside him very seriously, and said meaningfully.

The middle-aged man known as Wujing frowned, looked at the monk, and glared at the old man, but after all, he didn't say anything, and nodded slightly.

"I'm really reluctant to know you for so long, but this is the responsibility of my generation of cultivators, you cherish it......" After the young monk finished saying this, he turned around and walked towards the other side of the sky without turning his head, firm and stubborn.

"Master, I'll send you. ”

Wujing's figure paused slightly, followed closely, walked a few steps, but stopped and sighed: "I'm still not used to the parting scene, the senior brother is already trapped in the situation and can't extricate himself, I'll do something else for you." ”

He gave the old man a deep look, then turned away resolutely, and after a few steps, it was as if there had never existed between heaven and earth.

The old man pursed his lips slightly with some dissatisfaction, as if he was talking to himself: "The Three Realms are in turmoil, you just leave my old bones to clean up this mess, but you are really not enough friends." ”

Between the words, the old man took three steps forward, his rickety body suddenly straightened, and his originally short body became like a god standing between heaven and earth, his dry right index finger pointed to the sky, slashed downward, and shouted softly:

"Wake up!"

With this word, the entire wasteland continent seemed to tremble violently, and time suddenly stopped running and fell silent. The only thing that was still moving in heaven and earth was the old man's finger that was slowly retracting.

Everything was restored, and the old man was still bent over, sitting half-dead under the tree.

There was no wind, but the green of the trees began to fade, and the leaves that left the branches turned white, fluttering in the air, and suddenly splitting, like a sudden heavy snowfall.

"It's going to rain, and I don't know if the monkey head and that little guy can succeed, and in the game, it's not easy to break the fate of reincarnation......

The old man opened his eyes for the last time and looked up at the sky, and sighed deeply. Close your eyes and say nothing.

The darkness finally swallowed up the last rays of light, and the rain in the old man's mouth fell without warning, red as the juice of a pomegranate, like the blood that had just been splashed by the human body. Together with the old man who had quietly disappeared, I don't know where it had gone.

"Demon Venerable, in this case, let you and I turn into the Tao together under this world-destroying blood rain, my Buddha is merciful......"

At the end of the boundless darkness, a young and hearty laughter, accompanied by an earth-shattering, unwilling and frightened roar, echoed for the last time in this hot but cold world, and did not disperse for a long time.

......

"Click!"

A red lightning bolt suddenly pierced the sky, and a dull thunderclap followed, and a drop of soybeans began to crash on the roof tiles, making a crackling sound.

"Hey, it's raining?"

Chen Heng opened his eyes and raised his head, rubbed his hazy sleepy eyes, stood up and added some lamp oil to the oil lamp that was about to go out, pushed open the window, and looked at the dripping rain outside, with a complicated look on his face.

"I was dreaming again......."

Chen Heng let out a long sigh, there was still a confusion in his eyes, since he was a child, this strange dream appeared in his mind every night, and it has been a full sixteen years now.

The black sky, the huge desolation, the bright red blood rain, a young monk with a handsome face, stood in a daze under a strange green tree.

Seeing Chen Heng coming, the handsome monk turned around and smiled slightly: "Are you awake?"

Every time he came here, everything always came to an abrupt end, and this strange dream made Chen Heng puzzled all these years.

Was this my past life, or was it just a meaningless dream?

"Bang...... Bang"

The sudden knock on the door interrupted Chen Heng's thoughts, he walked over and opened the door, and saw the beautiful girl standing at the door, with a smile on his face: "Girl, why haven't you slept so late?"

"Xiao Hengzi, you are going to the Guiyun Mountain Range tomorrow to practice, I don't want to explain it to you, how can I rest assured. ”

Yu Rui glared at Chen Heng with some dissatisfaction, walked into the simple room, and said with a worried look: "You really decided?"

"Well, I must join the True Martial Sword Sect and stop letting Meng Anhu bully us!" Chen Heng's slightly immature face showed rare perseverance, and he clenched his fists.