"Awake?" Mu Ran's words were more or less grateful. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info This kind of life and death is not something that everyone can do.

Rakshasa lay quietly on the bed. The murderous aura had already filled every meridian in his body, and the way of killing had made him and destroyed him.

The face that had finally regained some vitality became more old, and the appearance of the rakshasa was almost no different from that of the withered tree, trembling and shaking, and it took a lot of effort to even say a word.

Nodding, Rakshasa just blinked and didn't say anything.

"Needless to say, thank you. Mu Ran's fingers were on the meridians of the rakshasa, quietly combing the turbid air flow in his body for him. The power of the way of killing is too great, and his meridians have been destroyed. If it weren't for the demonic scimitar that could spare a trace of strength to maintain the integrity of his meridians in order to keep this master, I'm afraid that Rakshasa wouldn't even be able to wait for this moment.

Are you tired? Killing all day.

Killing at the cost of any pretext is a sin. The killing of the rakshasa is just to protect the people around him, just for a verbal promise that has the least trust value.

"I choose, I carry. Aren't you carrying your own path?" Suddenly, Rakshasa's face twitched a few times, and he laboriously uttered such a sentence.

"Every true saint carries his own way. No matter what kind of way it is, no matter what excuse they use. They have chosen, and they must be carried. Although the way of heaven is unfair, but the road is fair, and there will never be any personal feelings. ”

"Gollum, Gollum" Hill pushed the wheelchair and slowly came in from the outside. In comparison, his complexion is much better than that of Rakshasa.

"Why did you come here if you didn't have a good rest in the house?" There was a warm feeling in my heart again, if it weren't for the existence of these people, how many of his relatives and friends would have been able to survive in such a chaotic world until now?

Relying only on themselves, Jin Xian, Da Luo Jin Xian, and Jin Xian don't know how to die.

"I can't hold it anymore, you just came here, are you really going to me off? I don't know if it was said to Mu Ran or to Hill, Rakshasa coughed three times in a row before he could finish the sentence.

Mu Ran and Hill glanced at each other, and both of them laughed as if they couldn't hide their smiles. The smile is very pleasant and very relaxing.

"Take care of your illness, the few true qi I injected into your body can probably only last for a short time. If you don't have to fight with others anymore, you can probably live for more than ten years. I haven't fully grasped the power of the Pure World Blue Lotus, so I can only do it. I'll come back to help you later, and I can delay it for about twenty years. Carefully removing the fingers on the Rakshasa meridians, Mu Ran said calmly.

"To put it bluntly, I can only live these days a few more days, right?" Rakshasa said in a voice with no joy or sorrow.

"If you fight, the killing qi is wanton, and the few true qi in your body are broken, then it will greatly shorten your lifespan, you ....." Mu Ran's words were not finished before he let the rakshasa interrupt.

"My relatives are all here with you, on this thief ship of yours, do I still have a choice?" After glancing at Mu Ran, Rakshasa said calmly, "I said, what I chose, I carried it." ”

The top of the firmament of the central world, in the Zixiao Palace.

Receiving the saint, the Zhun Ti saint knelt down on the two futons tremblingly, and didn't even dare to take a breath. The chaotic wind blowing from outside the Zixiao Palace froze the bodies of the two saints red.

The two Heavenly Dao Saints who were extremely majestic in the Nether Realm, even if they were given a hundred dares, they would not dare to be presumptuous in this Zixiao Palace. Just because this is the place where they are achieved, and it is also their last reliance.

Daozu Hongjun was wearing a gray and simple Taoist robe, and suddenly appeared on the top seat. Hongjun couldn't see any expression on his face, but that majestic posture had already deeply convinced the lead and quasi-mention.

"The disciple received and Zhun Ti met the teacher. Teacher Jin An, Hongfu Qitian, longevity without borders. The two saints hurriedly saluted.

"Jin An, Hong Fu Qitian, Zhun Ti, you are really brave, good ability, dare to provoke anything, dare to provoke anyone!" Hongjun Daozu's face turned cold, and he scolded sternly.

Below, the heads of the two Heavenly Dao Saints lowered even more.

"Last time, you provoked the Daomen Sanqing, even if the Sanqing joined forces, the poor Dao would never be taken into account, but you didn't mess with it, but you wanted to kill Kong Xuan's colorful phoenix. Have you ever thought that behind him, there is also a big existence?" Hongjun slapped the armrest of the seat heavily, and almost slapped the armrest made of ancient agarwood in two.

"Are you crazy? How crazy and terrifying is the person behind that peacock? She alone has destroyed the world with no more than one hand. Even Dadao is unwilling to sanction her at will! Have you ever thought that such a person, even I don't want to provoke it!"

The horror of the Burning Flame Dao Lord Phoenix, even those creatures who came out of this world without knowing it. Only people like Hongjun, who don't know how many years he has been secretly living in the chaotic universe, can know these allusions.

"Disciple, disciple is stupid, and I hope that the teacher will hang the curtain. "The head of the leading saint almost hit the floor. The two saints, who have never been afraid of heaven and earth, panicked. In their eyes, that terrifying woman who can set fires, no matter how powerful her skills are, she can't affect the prestige of Dao Ancestor. How did they know that such a person didn't even want to provoke Dao Zu, and they didn't want to mess with it.

"That's it, that's it, after all, you are the disciples of the poor Dao, and you are the only disciple I have now. The three Qings of the Daomen have all betrayed the door, Haotian has voted for others, Yaochi's strength is not good, and only you are my only disciple. If I don't help you, who else can I help?" Hongjun's words were a little bleak and a little gloomy. Now, it is the moment of the highest achievement in his life, but it is also the moment that really makes him taste the betrayal of his relatives.

Is it that if you stand taller, you will become more and more lonely?

Daozu Hongjun has no way to think about it, and he doesn't have to think about it.

Strength, as long as there is a high enough strength, just grasping it in your own hands, it is enough.

His next target is no longer the Central World, a place covered in war, but a small planet far, far away.

The earth star is distant and unreachable.