Suddenly, the two people sitting in the formation opened their eyes at the same time and looked at the Three Yin Corpse Lotus on the altar. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The strong peculiar fragrance that emanated from it was slowly withdrawn by it, and the shell that wrapped the lotus seeds had been shattered to reveal the lotus seeds inside, black, gold, red, three different colors of lotus seeds, exuding a talking light at the moment, and a little white smoke like a cloud, turning upside down, around the three lotus seeds, constantly winding, showing dignity.

"Mature!"

The female cultivator pretended to be calm and nodded, looking at the young monk with excited eyes, and said in a calm tone: "You control the formation, I'll go collect it!"

After speaking, he was ready to step forward.

"Wait, senior sister, don't be in such a hurry, my cultivation is weak enough to control the formation, leave the matter of collection to me!"

"Sanyin Corpse Lotus, the first time you meet it, if something goes wrong, the entire lotus seed will be destroyed, you control the formation, I am enough alone. ”

The nun frowned and looked at the sneering young monk and said.

"In that case, don't use that formation, when the collection is completed, let's leave quickly!"

"Good!"

The nun answered, and the two stood up at the same time, walked to the altar, and looked at the three lotus seeds that were shrouded in mist.

The two of them, who took a deep breath, stretched out their hands towards the Three Yin Corpse Lotus.

At this moment, I saw that the female cultivator's face suddenly changed, her eyes were full of murderous intent, and the middle finger of the outstretched palm was pressed down by the thumb, and when a flash of light flashed, a ray of light flicked along the female cultivator's fingers and struck at the center of the young monk's eyebrows.

The young man sneered, he had already taken precautions, and the right hand behind his back grabbed it in the air, and a long sword three feet long and finger-wide was grabbed in his palm, his head twisted, his body turned, and he stabbed heavily into the heart of the female cultivator's chest.

In the past, the two close people who worked together and talked about their dreams of cultivation together, at this moment, under the temptation of the Three Yin Corpse Lotus, they have been blinded by desire, their hands are ruthless, and their killing intent is unkind, and they look like they are treating enemies.

Obviously, knowing that the other party would not be so easily attacked by himself, his body also twisted, stepped back, and flicked his fingers again, and a ray of light flew out of his fingers again, flying towards the young monk.

The young monk also stepped back, dodging the nun's attack, looking at the nun with his sword raised, the corners of his mouth hooked, and sneered: "Senior sister's attack is still as ruthless as it was back then. ”

"Each other, the junior brother almost killed the senior sister just now!"

The nun raised her head, giggled, and looked at the young man's gaze again, with no previous gentleness, only the deep killing intent.

"In this case, we don't have to be hypocritical, these three yin corpse lotus, I want to decide, as long as I get three three yin corpse lotus seeds, I am expected to enter the Jindan period, and from then on I will gain a place in the Tiangong Sect, and even be accepted as a personal disciple by the master, and from then on, the tide will rise, and the life span will be thousands of years. ”

"Each other, each other!"

The two of them, looking at each other, squinted their eyes, and smiled at the corners of their mouths, as if they remembered the old friendship, when people still have a trace of loneliness, and unwillingness, both of them understand that after this fight, no matter who dies, the last one who survives must take a person's path, walk the rest of the road alone, and talk about the road without before, and whisper sadly.

Suddenly, both of them suddenly moved.

The young monk, clasped his hands together, shouted, and the flying sword suddenly rushed towards the female cultivator with a powerful aura.

In the face of the flying sword, the female cultivator did not panic, and slammed several magic decisions with both hands, slammed on the ground, and three one-meter-long spears condensed when they met the soil, blinking an eye, wiping the ground and flying suddenly, stabbing at the young monk.

The young monks, who retreated one after another, folded their hands, parted at this moment.

With his hands pinching the law, his raised arms swiped in the air, and a huge light mask with a diameter of one meter appeared in front of the young man.

When the light mask appeared, it burst in the middle of a huge three roars.

Lin Yang, who was pressed under the light bowl, frowned, breathed heavily, and the three huge popping sounds were also heard clearly by him, and he guessed in his heart that either the two of them killed each other when facing the Three Yin Corpse Lotus, or someone found the ruins, walked in, and was fighting with the two.

Lin Yang, who felt that the opportunity was coming, gritted his teeth, raised his immobile legs with his hands, made a cross-knee movement, and then ate a few blood coagulation pills from the storage bag to recover his injuries, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and secretly recovered.

The huge explosion impact made the two of them take a few steps back, and the female cultivator, who had no defense, suddenly crashed into the huge pillar behind her under the impact of this huge explosion air wave, spitting blood from her mouth, her face turned pale, and at this moment, there was a touch of poignancy.

Also under this huge explosion, the light mask was shattered one after another, but the young monk who was also concussed and internally injured, looked at the female cultivator who spit blood, snorted coldly, and drew a circle with his hands in front of his chest, and the shattered spirit shield gathered again to form a huge lightsaber, and when the young monk's expression suddenly turned pale, he suddenly slapped on the lightsaber, and the lightsaber suddenly attacked the female cultivator with powerful energy and a face-cutting air wave.

Looking at the lightssaber flying, a smile appeared on the nun's face, this smile, without any emotion caught in it, extremely natural, just so natural can not be in the natural smile, so that both of them know that this moment, will be the last game.

The nun raised her hand, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and in the palm of her other hand, she drew an obscure sermon, and then pointed in the air, only on the flying lightsaber.

Suddenly, a large number of spears of different thicknesses and lengths pierced out from under the ground, rubbing and rubbing, and in the blink of an eye, there were thousands of them, surrounding the lightsabers, holding flying swords, so that the flying swords could move forward under these thousands of spears, and from a distance, it was as if the lightsabers were placed on the spears that emerged from the soil like hedgehogs.

The nun snorted coldly, and the soil under her feet squirmed violently, and in the blink of an eye, it condensed into a spear, burrowed into the soil, and when the young monk was about to continue to use his means to attack, it came out of the young man's feet, pierced the entire foot, and looked down at the young monk in shock.

The spear of Mo Fei grabbed the point, and with a rainbow light that penetrated the soles of his feet, and in the eyes of the young monk, which were constantly shrinking and filled with fear, it continued to enlarge, and suddenly pierced the young monk's head, bringing up blood splatters, flying upwards, and nailing them to the cracks in the stone wall above the ruins' heads.

As a drop of blood pooled down the handle of the spear, dripping down the ground like withered flowers, the corners of the young monk's mouth lifted slightly, his eyes filled with remembrance, and he fell.

Looking at the figure of the young man falling, the pale nun frowned, closed her eyes, and a tear from the corner of her eye swept across the nun's cheek, flowed to her chin, and then dripped onto her chest covered with blood.

The nun endured the painful sadness in her heart, remembered the smile of the young monk at the moment when he fell, and suddenly burst into tears and began to cry.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

At this moment, it seems that this nun is so helpless, so pitiful, and sighing, like a little girl who has lost something important, which makes people feel distressed and heart-wrenching.

"Hey... Everyone envies the good cultivation of immortals, but the cultivation of immortals only cultivates... Immortal. ”

"Who... Who?"

The female cultivator, who had stopped crying, turned her head to look at the place where the sound was heard, and saw a face covered with blood, a miserable appearance, and a finger-wide wound on her body, especially the five flying swords floating above this person's head with cold light, and at this moment, her aura locked on her in shock.

"It's you!"

Seeing Lin Yang in such a miserable appearance, the female cultivator's heart was like a blow to the head, and she was depressed and uncomfortable.

She had never seen someone more miserable than Lin Yang at this moment, the shocking wound, coupled with the loneliness in Lin Yang's eyes at this moment, made the female cultivator's heart keep beating, she didn't know whether she was scared or shocked.

"Natural selection, the road is boundless, ruthless and cold-blooded, but sadness is the root of the Tao, it is a pity and a pity, for their own selfish desires, give up great love, this is the cultivation of immortals, but it is just a cultivation of an immortal word, if you leave at this moment, I will not kill you. ”

Sensing the powerful aura on the five flying swords on the stagnant row above Lin Yang's head, and the trace of unbearability in Lin Yang's eyes at this moment, the female cultivator took a deep breath, turned her head to look at the three lotus seeds on the altar of the three yin corpse lotus, pursed her pink lips, and smiled gloomily.

In fact, Lin Yang wanted to sneak attack and kill the other party, but when he saw the tear shed by the female cultivator, his heart was still extremely touched, he didn't know whether he was making a choice for that tear or for the ruthless law of heaven, Lin Yang didn't know, he didn't want to kill, he didn't want to see such a cruel and cold-blooded scene.

"Dare to ask Senior Brother... Famous?"

"Dust Anguo, Lin Yang!"

The female cultivator smiled movingly, walked slowly to the side of the young monk who had died, picked up the flying sword that fell to the ground, pointed at Lin Yang in the air, and said in a firm tone: "The sky can be reversed, the road can be walked, the road is in a hurry, be careful, live and live, like time, your thoughts are rusty, how can you ask for directions?"

Lin Yang's eyes froze, he groaned a little, and shook his head.

The female cultivator smiled slightly, and suddenly lifted the sword and jade hand, and stabbed it into her dantian, the blood splashed by Yin Hong suddenly spit out from the female cultivator's mouth, she glanced at Lin Yang deeply, and pulled up the left hand of the young monk who had died, her eyes were full of love.

"Do you think I don't know that you last stayed, do you think I don't know that you like me? Eighteen years, a full eighteen years, can I not know? Everyone says that cultivating immortals is good, but cultivating immortals only cultivates... Immortal. ”

Wispping away a few strands of fine hair on the young monk's pale face, the female cultivator spat out a mouthful of blood again, and the dantian shattered her, and she was already powerless.

Lin Yang's heart was sad and unsettled, and he looked at this scene with a complicated expression.

Touching the shoulders that were still so generous, but already cold, the female cultivator had blood at the corners of her mouth, smiled miserably, endured severe pain, and lay down beside the young male cultivator with a comfortable expression, with the passage of life, slowly closed her eyes, the smile that hooked the corners of her mouth, at this moment is so simple, innocent, and happy.