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It's cold.

Under the dim sky, it can be vaguely seen, and everyone's eyes show a trace of fear beyond shock, yes, fear.

Thinking of that sword Zun Damuli, who has been dominating the world for half his life, he is a god-level hero, but under the knife of this young man, he hated Jiuquan, a hero, and disappeared.

The so-called rabbit death and fox injury, even the Tianshan heroes and purple smoke gods who are on the hostile side, are also in a sad mood, and some heroes inevitably feel lonely.

However, the two of them in the dream and Fang Rushi smiled relatively bitterly, others don't know how terrible Daozun Damu is, maybe only by admiring his legend, only if they have experienced it, can they feel it deeply.

There is no doubt that they are all the top masters of the younger generation, but in the hands of Daozun Damuli, they are nothing.

In front of them, the sword zun damri was like that impassable mountain.

However, such a high mountain that they crossed like that collapsed in an instant in front of classmate Meng!

Is this still human?

Fang Daxia whispered in a low voice: "How can this be, even if Liu Sheng is silent here, I'm afraid it's just between us and us, what's the matter, he is young, but he ran so far, so that we old immortals can't reach it......"

Purple Smoke Shenni said softly: "It seems that the three young people have fused the Divine Power of the Green Foot Buddha Gate and the Fierce Tyrant Dao of Liu Sheng Silence." ”

Fang Daxia shook his head slightly, and said, "So, there is still that trace of extremely cold and evil energy, but what kind of magic skill is it?"

Purple Smoke Shenni said: "I'm afraid it's Guo Yu's 'Ice Sky Divine Skill'." ”

"God," Fang Daxia couldn't help but sigh in shock, "Guo Yu's 'Ice Heaven Divine Skill' and Liu Sheng's silent sword strength and even the extremes of yin to yang, if ordinary people have both, they should be ruined, and even their lives are in danger, how did he do it?"

Purple Smoke Shenni's eyes were actually a little dazed, and he said: "Perhaps, it is the green-footed Buddhism magic power that plays the main role in easing and fusing it." ”

Fang Daxia nodded slightly and said, "That's the case." ”

Not to mention that the two hermit masters were whispering, and after the dream classmate shook off the last drop of blood on the blade, he slowly walked towards the tent.

At this time, the imam suddenly spoke: "Young man, don't be impatient, and listen to the old man." ”

Meng stood still and looked at him, his eyes were cold and indifferent, as if he was looking at a dead corpse.

The imam's heart was stuffed, at this moment, there was an impulse to rush forward and strangle his classmates in spite of everything.

However, in the end, the situation is stronger than people, although his religious power on the ground in southern Xinjiang is enough to compete with the Mongol forces ruled by the local Chagatai Khan, even the Chagatai Khan is in awe of him, it can be said that he has to be windy and rainy, but in the eyes of this fierce young man in front of him, he is a yarn.

At this moment, he quickly flipped through the great Quran in his mind, trying to find the most vicious mantra from it, so that he could curse his dream classmate to fall into hell forever without reincarnation.

However, he was disappointed that the Qur'an, the peerless text that Muhammad preached with great love, could preach something contrary to love in it.

Therefore, the imam was entangled for a moment, and said unwillingly: "The child you are looking for is indeed inside, but just now the old man used the soul searching method and fell asleep." ”

He looked at Classmate Meng, obviously observing Classmate Dream's reaction, the latter was still cold and indifferent, as if everything that happened here had nothing to do with him.

The imam bit his lip and continued: "The old man's soul searching method is very different from other people's methods, that is to say, if the old man does not restore it, the child will never wake up. ”

He didn't go on, because he said it so clearly, and this young man didn't seem to be stupid, so he must have understood what he meant.

Classmate Meng did understand, he nodded lightly, and said with a smile: "You negotiate conditions with me?"

The imam did not deny it: "The old man may be very old and old, and he has forgotten how old he is, but at least, the old man does not want to die." ”

That's the truth.

Although, as the saying goes, there is a saying that a person who is not dead is a thief, but it is better to die than to live.

There is a folk saying that Peng Zu was 800 years old, and Peng Po came to cry for a young burial.

It is conceivable how kind of affection they have, even if they have loved each other for 800 years, they will never be able to exhaust the deep love between them.

The imam wants to live, perhaps, it has nothing to do with love, it is just the instinct of human nature.

Meng couldn't deny it, and with a lift of his footsteps, he stepped into the tent by the side of Jianzun and the imam.

The tent is quite spacious, the ground is covered with soft hay, and the straw mat is covered with a soft blanket, which is soft and comfortable to step on.

Originally, according to local customs, after entering the tent, before stepping on the blanket, you had to take off your shoes, one was to keep them clean, and the other was to respect the owner.

Meng is a good classmate who respects humanistic customs.

For example, when he was in Fuso, he also respected local customs, such as kneeling and bowing at a 90-degree angle to the elderly.

If, in the 21st century, his image is spread on the circle of friends or the Internet, it is bound to be sprayed by countless trolls.

The difference between regions and cultures cannot be judged with a single gaze, and it is simply arrogant and unreasonable to criticize other people's culture with one's own culture.

Moreover, a person who does not know how to respect other people's culture, his literacy obviously needs to be greatly improved.

Meng was just about to bend down and take off his shoes, but he immediately stopped, and there was a trace of coldness in his eyes.

Suddenly, the quiet tent was windless, and the candle flame flickered and flickered, as if it were bright and extinguished. The people outside the tent are all the current martial arts Lin Junyan, Su Lao, and Meng classmates suddenly appeared, with their keen touch, how can they not know?

Everyone's faces changed, and then, when Jian Zun and the imam moved the fastest, they turned around and entered the tent.

Fang Daxia and Ziyan Shenni are not slow, the distance between the two of them and Jianzun and the imam is originally three zhang, but even if Jianzun and the imam win at the starting line, it is only a breath faster, which shows that the two gods who live in the mountains should often exercise in the mountains and benefit a lot from light work.

Fang Rushi and Dream Master, the two juniors, naturally became the bottom of the goods without any suspense.

Fang Rushi shook her head very convincingly, with these great gods, life will be squeezed and doubted.

In the dream, the master has a thick temperament, and he is more concerned about why the third brother is angry, in fact, when he saw what happened in the tent, his tiger eyes also rarely showed an angry murderous aura.

In the center of the tent, there was a low wooden table, and next to the table, there was an eleven or twelve-year-old half-old child curled up, the child's appearance obviously had nothing to do with handsomeness, but the thin face faintly had a perseverance that the children of the Miao family were born with.

The eyes that should have been vigorous and vigorous seem to be open and closed at this moment, and what is displayed in front of people is a kind of dazed dissipation and faint pain.

The countless blood-stained whip marks on the immature face were shocking, and the gray cotton jacket made the blood stains black and purple, and it was almost impossible to distinguish the original color.

Fang Rushimei's eyes were full of tears, but she couldn't bear it, and she fell in clusters, and the sword sang out.

The dream master grabbed her, his eyes were split, he took a deep breath, and said, "Fang Nuxia, wait." ”

Fang Rushi bit her lips tightly, and a trace of blood slowly flowed out of the tooth marks. But he finally forcibly endured it.

Because, if you don't wait, you can't do it, two cold knives are across the child's neck and against the child's heart respectively.

Dream didn't take off his shoes anymore, and he would never force himself to respect enemies who didn't respect him.

He twisted his face slightly, looked at the imam, coldly, and was speechless.

The two men who were holding knives and threatening the child's life were Uyghurs, apparently Muslims.

The imam is their leader, and with the devotion and steadfastness of the Muslims' religious beliefs, they should be absolutely obedient to the leader.

The imam's old face was uncertain, and then, after pondering for a while, he said, "The old man has a way to compromise. ”

Meng said: "Come on. ”

The imam said: "Just now, the old man's soul search method has not completely searched all the memories of this child. If you give the old man another stick of incense, it can be completely completed, and when the time comes, you can take it away, and there will be no hindrance. Moreover, in the future, in this southern land, wherever you come, you will not be received with the highest honor. How?"

Meng said lightly: "Not well." ”

The imam said, "You ......"

Classmate Meng sneered and said, "If you are allowed to completely cast a spell to search for souls, this child, his brain nerve center will be completely chaotic, and then, he will be an idiot-like waste, according to your imagination, will I allow this kind of thing to happen under my nose?"

The imam actually became angry, and said coldly: "Hehe, in the current situation, no matter how miraculous you are, you can't help it." ”

Classmate Meng's eyes were cold, and he said lightly: "You're not afraid that I will destroy your clan?"

The imam's heart tightened, this demon, assuming that he slaughtered on a large scale, I am afraid that no one in the world will be able to stop his pace. Even the heroes of the Tianshan Mountains who advocate benevolence and righteousness and the purple smoke gods and nuns who are compassionate will stay out of the matter because of tonight's events.

What's more, this demon's martial arts have reached an inhuman level, unless he can invite the living Buddha of Qinghai-Tibet, he can barely contain it. However, the Living Buddha of Ban Ding is far away in the Central Plains at the moment, once this demon launches a massacre, Yuanshui will not be able to save the near fire, and it will be himself who will suffer in the end.

However, the peerless martial arts in the Qur'an not only have the terrifying power of legends, but also involve the integrity of the scriptures, which can be described as far-reaching, and has been the inexhaustible pursuit of countless generations of prophets throughout their lives. Seeing that the great opportunity is in front of them, let them let them pass, is it worthy of the sages of the past generations?

One is a great opportunity to fulfill the wishes of the sages, and the other is to encounter the disaster of extermination, between the two, how to choose, the imam's heart will be rotten!

The imam fought for a while, and he didn't know what was going on with the hair in his cotton hat, anyway, the sideburns that weren't covered by the hat turned from black to white in the blink of an eye, leaving his body and floating in the air.

Back then, Wu Zixu was under the pass, and he turned white overnight. And the imam turned white in an instant, and the pressure on his psychology is self-evident.

In the end, the imam's tall body was half shorter, his face was pale, he raised his thin hand, and waved his hand to the two big men, the two men were slightly stunned, but they didn't say anything to question, but they just withdrew their knives with unwilling faces and stepped aside.

Meng nodded and said, "Imam, please excuse you-"

The imam smiled bitterly and said, "You should be able to see that I was exhausted in my mental battle just now, and I was seriously injured, and most of my skills were damaged, so where do I still have the strength to unlock the forbidden spell of the Soul Searching Dafa?" ”

Classmate Meng's face sank and he was a little cold.

But Fang Daxia spoke: "If you want to unlock the forbidden spell, maybe there is still a chance, the South China Sea Stone Buddha is proficient in the world's hundred schools, let him study and study, maybe it can be saved." ”

Classmate Meng's expression eased slightly, nodded, and said to the master in the dream: "Big brother, don't bother the two masters with anything, I'm afraid I will trouble you to go to the South China Sea." ”

The dream master nodded and said, "This is natural. ”

Meng stopped talking and slowly walked out of the tent, and the dream teacher picked up the child and walked out.

And Fang Rushi Huo Ran beside him took out his sword and screamed twice, but it was the two men who stood aside with knives who were pierced through the heart and died on the ground.

Fang Rushi loves and hates clearly, the child's tragic situation, her heart will be crushed, perhaps, forcing a confession and beating the child may not have anything to do with them, but just by holding two knives to the child's throat just now, it undoubtedly sounded their death knell.

The imam's eyes flashed a little fiercely, but in the face of Fang Daxia's coldness and Purple Smoke Shenni's indifferent expression, he couldn't help but sigh softly and helplessly. At this moment, the noble Sword Venerable has become a soy sauce character, no one has looked at him, although he is very unhappy, but he would rather be treated transparently, what a tangled mood!

Everyone came out of the tent, but saw that Meng didn't wait for them, alone, lonely and slowly moving forward.

Purple Smoke Shenni seemed to say to himself: "Miaoyu, she...... Just stay in Yandang Mountain. ”

Classmate Meng's footsteps paused slightly, his shoulders shook a little, and then, he sped up his pace.

"He's crying?" Fang Rushi said softly in disbelief.

No one spoke.

In silence, looking at the lonely figure of classmate Meng, he gradually disappeared......

In the world, there is a kind of fragility, wrapped in layers of a certain thought, carefully hidden in the depths of the soul, and when it is poked open, the blood is dripping and difficult to stop.

In the world, there is a kind of strength, even if the deep thoughts of the soul are torn apart, the liver and intestines are broken, and the scars are scarred, they do not deny it and hide it, and calmly accept the baptism of the heart. (To be continued.) )