The stone beam trembled for a while, and the stone beam hanging on the bear could no longer bear the big burly body of the bear, only to see the stone where the mace was slowly cracking, and then, it turned into a team of gravel and fell into the deep valley, and the bear hanging on it watched the hands of the brothers stretch out and get farther and farther away from him, let out an angry and unwilling roar, and fell straight down towards the abyss.

Xiong Da's body disappeared into the clouds in an instant, but the sound was still floating in everyone's ears, and only the long roar was heard farther and farther away from him, until the last moment, and then disappeared.

After a few rounds, He Qingchi, the leader of the He family, was seriously injured, Xiong Da, the leader of the Lei family, was shot down into the abyss, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and the worry-free monk who blocked the way was only slightly injured in his left hand.

Fortunately, at this time, all the elites had already come from the other end of the stone beam, surrounding the Sanssouci monks, and inside their eyes, the flames of anger were burning.

Nearly thirty elites from the Demon Continent surrounded the Carefree Monk, and the eyes that looked at the Carefree Monk one by one were full of hatred, anger and vigilance.

Monk Sanssouci held the Nai He knife in his hand, looked around, looked at his enemies, and secretly thought in his heart: "It seems that it is difficult to get out today." Thinking about this, I looked resolute, since it was difficult to get out, then, let's have a big fight!

I don't know if it was the injuries and deaths of his companions that inspired the blood of these people, or whether the battle score generated by killing the Carefree Monk and getting the Nai He Knife inspired these elites, in short, after these people completely surrounded the Carefree Monk, they swarmed up. The weapons in their hands beckoned to the carefree monk one after another, and the battle between the fields started at the first time. Then it quickly heats up.

These people are all combat geniuses in the Demon Continent, and the family sent them here because they are very confident in their strength. Second, there is also the meaning of exercising them, any genius needs to be produced in the tempering of blood and fire, and it is good to let these people experience it, no matter how many people they can get out of the bloody hell wasteland alive after they reach the most, there is no doubt that the people who live to the most are definitely the best people, compared with the five experienced elites and the thirty elites on paper, those adults who pick up the star tower still prefer the former more.

One word. The Demon Continent has never lacked so-called geniuses and elites, they lack morality, and they are the real powerhouses who have walked out of the sea of corpses and blood.

The worry-free monk raised his realm to the peak, and for more than ten years, the knife finally tasted the taste of blood again, and for a while, the sand and stones flew between the fields, the vitality of heaven and earth fluctuated violently, and the battle was extremely fierce.

Such a great battle lasted for almost two hours. On the peak of the Qilian Mountain Range, there were stumps and severed arms of the elites of the Demon Continent everywhere, and blood was sprayed everywhere, and they were at the bottom. Nearly thirty elites of the Demon Continent paid the bloody price of eleven companions after taking the first step to write the Hell Wasteland.

The rest of the elites looked at the carefree monk who was panting slightly under the pear tree not far away. A look of shock appeared on his face.

The white robe of the carefree monk had been torn to shreds in the battle just now, and his body was covered with wounds. The criss-crossing wounds oozed bright red blood, staining the originally white monk's robe blood-red.

Because the battle just now was too fierce. The whirlpool created by the vitality of heaven and earth swept across the pear tree, and the pear blossoms on the tree began to scatter in all directions as if they had experienced a tornado.

The carefree monk sat quietly under the pear tree, panting slightly, the pear blossoms above his head were falling flutteringly, looking at the blood flowers in the sky, the carefree monk began to cough violently, and the blood was coughed out of the mouth of the carefree monk one after another, it can be seen that the carefree monk at this moment has been close to the extent of running out of oil and drying up, but the beast on the verge of death is often the most powerful, and the people in the field understand this truth, so everyone in the field knows that the life of the carefree monk is coming to an end, but everyone is full of vigilance staring at the carefree monk under the pear tree, with a look of vigilance, beware of the dying blow of this very powerful monk.

Monk Sanssouci is really dying at this time, his heart has already died with the departure of that shadow sixteen years ago, that day is also here, but also under this tree full of pear blossoms, when that figure jumped down from this stone beam, Sanssouci Monk's heart also died.

The dying monk looked at the pear blossoms falling in front of him, with a sweet smile on his face, remembering that when he was young, he and her and he were always playing happily here, and the monk was powerless to lean on this pear tree that carried many of their memories, and recalled in his mind what the girl had said to herself: "I miss you, but I can't say it, just like a tree full of pear blossoms, it will never bear apples." ”

"I miss you, but I can't say it, it's like a rainbow hanging high in the sky, no one can ever touch it. ”

"I miss you, but I can't say, like the trajectory of a goshawk, a butterfly can never fly over. ”

"I miss you, but I can't say it, I'm afraid, I'm afraid, and if I say it, it's also a kind of torture......"

A sweet smile began to appear on the face of the monk Sanssoucian, and in the blurred vision, he seemed to recall the scene when the girl danced here, and then said softly to himself: "Are you still missing me now? ”

After saying this, the carefree monk began to sing aloud the proverb engraved on the Nai He knife that he had sung countless times: "If you can not see, you can't meet, you can't wait, you can't see, you can't see, you can let go of this Nai He Zen...... But there will be no resentment, and there will be no ......."

The song is desolate and sad, sad and amorous.

At the end of the day, the carefree monk with blurred vision turned his head and glanced at the vast land of the Blood Hell Wasteland in the distance, and said secretly in his heart: "I can only help you get here, and I will leave the rest to you." Then slowly walked on the stone beams of the aisle, looked at the misty clouds under his feet, began to laugh, and then whispered: "There are 36,000 words in the world, only love words hurt the most." I have participated in Nai Ho Zen for so many years, and I didn't figure it out until I died. What is Zen? It turns out that you are the Zen I have been participating in......

After muttering this sentence. As soon as the carefree monk jumped, he was about to jump off the stone beam.

The elites of the demon clan saw that this monk couldn't survive. One by one, they looked at the carefree monk with vigilance, although as long as they jumped down, there was a chance that the knife would not be obtained, but no one dared to go up and snatch it between them, it was really because the previous battle scared these people out of their courage, even if the carefree monk was dying, such a blow was something that none of them could bear.

But at this very moment. A figure rushed from a distance like a ghost, and let out a cold, terrible scream, like a ghost coming out of the netherworld. When everyone in the audience heard this voice, their hearts were cold, and they all turned their heads to look at the black shadow on the ridge in the distance.

Monk Sanssouci was about to jump, but after hearing this voice, he stopped his movements and set his eyes on the black shadow, with a look of hatred and indignation in his eyes.

Know the way. From the beginning to the present, except for a little crazy look on the face of the Carefree Monk when he was about to jump off the cliff, the face of the Carefree Monk has always been calm, whether it was when he killed people or after being hurt by the demons. The face of the carefree monk was always such an indifferent look, as if everything was not in his arms, but. After seeing this black figure, the face of the carefree monk. Rarely, there was a look of hatred, and. His pale face flushed slightly from anger.

The black shadow was very fast, and it was still far away a moment ago, and the people of the demon clan blinked their eyes, and found that this black shadow jumped forward several zhang distance, and after blinking a few times, this black shadow came to the bottom of the pear tree, looked at the carefree monk, and began to laugh wildly.

"Eighteen years, you have been chasing my distance, I have been avoiding, do you think it is fear? Actually, no, I want to keep your life and let you continue to live under boundless guilt and pain. The black shadow looked at the carefree monk not far away, and said in a dark voice: "Do you think that if you change your name to the carefree monk, you can really be worry-free? Over the years, you will wake up in the middle of the night every day, right? You want to die so simply today? Do you still want to die here? Where is there such a simple thing in this world?"

The black shadow is the Netherworld Ghost, but I didn't expect this killer of the Blood Hell Wasteland to actually have an intersection with the carefree monk.

Monk Sanssouci looked at the Netherworld Ghost and said slowly: "After so many years, it no longer makes sense who is right and who is wrong, the important thing is that I am about to be with her." ”

After saying this, the carefree monk turned his head to look at the white clouds under his feet, and it was from here that she jumped back then.

The ghost suddenly flew towards the monk of Sanssouci, this time suddenly, coupled with the fact that the monk was close to running out of oil, it was not surprising that the ghost of the ghost grabbed the clothes on his chest, and the ghost of the ghost turned around, and threw the monk Sanssouci behind him, the monk was far away, flew straight back, and then hit the trunk of the pear tree hard, and then slid softly to the ground, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

"If you want to die so easily, if you want to die with her, where can there be such a cheap thing in this world?" ”

Monk Sanssouci looked at the ghostly ghost hidden under the black clothes not far away, looked at the pair of yellow and clear vicious eyes, and showed a sarcastic smile on his face: "What can I do if I am separated from her by thousands of miles? As early as many years ago, my heart and her heart have been firmly connected. ”

Hearing this, the Netherworld began to go crazy, and screamed in pain, "Impossible, impossible, she loves me, not you." ”

Monk Sanssouci closed his eyes gently, and when he heard the words of the ghostly ghost, he didn't argue, but the corners of his mouth rose, obviously very disdainful of his words.

The Nether Ghost quickly stepped forward, stretched out his hand and slapped Monk Sanssouci in the face, then pinched Monk Sanssoucino's mouth and fed Monk Sanssouci a red pill.

With this pill in his stomach, a trace of ruddy suddenly appeared on the originally pale face of the carefree monk, and the rapidly passing life on his body gradually slowed down. The wound also stopped bleeding. The carefree monk looked at the Netherworld Ghost and said with a smile: "The Sansheng Pill is such a precious pill. He was willing to let me take it, and he wanted to know the way. That's all there is left in the entire Blood Hell Wasteland......

"I'm going to keep your life, and then let you be tortured, so simply let you die, where can I eliminate the hatred of you in my heart?" looked at the carefree monk, gritted his teeth, and said coldly.

Seeing these two people saying something they didn't understand here, the elites of these Demon Continents didn't move, not because they were captured by the momentum of the Netherworld, but because they saw the token that the Netherworld shook at them.

That token. It represents the high authority of the demon army, and even they, after seeing the owner of this token, need to obey the orders of the owner of this token.

The worry-free monk obviously didn't have the idea of letting these elites continue to watch the play here, and after showing the token in his hand, he said slowly to this group of elites: "You all go down the mountain, arrive at White Horse City and meet those boys of the Bai family, and then listen to the next arrangement." The Bloodhell Wasteland is not as simple as you think. ”

See the token in the Nether Ghost's hand. The faces of the group changed slightly, and then they saluted the ghost and left silently.

It was only at this time that the Netherworld Ghost set his eyes on the carefree monk who had fallen to the ground. Then he walked slowly towards the carefree monk, and a pitch-black dagger appeared in his hand at some point.

The dagger is stretched forward. Slowly scratching down from the head of the carefree monk, a long blood mark started from the top of the monk's head and snaked down the forehead and face. Blood quickly flowed from the wound, and the originally handsome face of the carefree monk suddenly became a little hideous.

"Why? I'm better than you, in terms of hard work. I work harder than you, in terms of sincerity, I can't wait to give all the beautiful things in the world to the little sister, but for what they choose is you? The master chooses you, and the little sister chooses you, don't you just have a handsome face? So, today, I destroyed it with my own hands, although it was a little late, but I still enjoyed it very much. The ghost said faintly.

The pitch-black dagger was like this, slowly, slowly, and again and again from the face of the carefree monk, and after a while, one of the faces of the carefree monk was full of bloodstains, and the bright red blood continued to flow out of the face, blurring the eyes of the carefree monk, but the carefree monk was like this, quietly looking at the ghost, not sad or happy, and even anger could not be seen. As if the face crossed by the ghost was not his own.

"No matter how you prove yourself, from beginning to end, you are a loser, although you are a senior brother, but you live in my shadow all your days, all the things you have worked hard to get but can't get, I will get it effortlessly when you come to me, you are a complete failure, in the end there is nothing, except for your resentment that spreads to the deepest depths of the sky. The carefree monk said slowly: "Even if you kill me, you can't change the fact that the master wanted to abolish your martial arts and expel you from the master, nor can you change the fact that the little junior sister loves me deeply, and you can't change the fact that you are born so ugly." ”

"Who said I was ugly?!" the ghost roared like a cat with its tail stepped on, and then, with a sudden tear, tore the black cloth that had been covering his head for an unknown amount of time.

Under the black cloth, there is a delicate and handsome face, because there is no sunlight all year round, it looks a little sickly pale, but even this paleness cannot change the fact that this face is handsome and abnormal, but makes this face add a lot of strange beauty in the air.

If you look closely, this face is a little similar to Monk Sanssouci, except for those yellow and clear eyes.

After seeing this face, the carefree monk finally had a trace of astonishment, but after being stunned, he suddenly realized, and then began to laugh and laugh, laughing breathlessly, as if he had seen the funniest thing in the world.

The ghost looked at the carefree monk who was laughing wildly, and said word by word: "Who said I was ugly? Where am I ugly? I'm not ugly now!"

The carefree monk looked at this face and said, "Why don't you change your eyeballs when you change your skin?"

At this time, the ghost ghost seemed to have been exposed, and said frantically: "You are talking nonsense, I didn't change my face, I was originally like this." ”

A mocking smile appeared on the face of the carefree monk: "The corners of your eyes are pulled down, the two eyes are not the same size, there is a big mole with green hair on your face, your teeth are uneven, your nose is collapsed and sunken, and your mouth is protruding forward, how ugly it is." ”

"Don't say it!" The ghost couldn't bear it anymore at this time, and the dagger stretched forward, slashing at the face of the carefree monk again.

Immediately, the ghost slowly regained his composure, looked at the carefree monk, and said slowly: "Even if I am what you say, but what is the point of that? Now, it is you who is ugly and hateful, and I am the one who is handsome and merry. ”

The carefree monk with a bloody face looked at the face of the ghost, and there was a mocking meaning in his eyes: "Yes, what's the point of that......?