Meng Fangying was unwilling.

He insisted on standing up from the bottom of the pit, his body shaking involuntarily, like a toddler.

He vomited blood, kept spitting out the bitterness in his mouth, and kept walking towards the Fang Xiu Curtain, walking a distance of hundreds of zhang, and walking to the front of the pit where the Fang Xiu Curtain was.

"Do you know how long it took to plan for this killing game? How much did the entire Great Qin Dynasty pay to allow the Nine Dead Silkworms to appear and be trapped here? How many lives did it take to kill Chu in this spring alone?"

The qi and blood in his body were almost vomited out, Meng Fangying's face was whiter than white paper, he understood that he had also come to the last time of his life, and the expression on his face was extremely complicated, "Such a killing situation, but it ended in such a way, do you think I can be willing?"

Fang Xiumu looked up at him and did not answer.

His breathing was difficult, some of the blood rushed into his lungs, and there seemed to be no need to answer such questions.

"This is the means of redeeming the disc in the chess game. ”

Meng Fangying couldn't support it anymore, his body fell like a mountain, and he fell on the edge of this pit, but his voice turned a little stronger, "It's just that you have just broken through the realm, and you can enter this dust mountain magic circle so easily, it means that your seven realms have the ability to approach the eight realms." You must have defeated the three eagles under my seat, and you are naturally arrogant to a certain extent when you come here like this, but why do you directly use such a means of redeeming the son?"

"Shouldn't you try to defeat us without putting yourself in a desperate position?"

"Once you break through the realm and turn into a dragon, everything in the world is like ants, and you have lost the state of mind of the grandmaster here... It should feel like it's easy to beat us. ”

"As long as you do this, in my plan, it should be me and Zheng An who consume your strength, and in the end, you will die and I will live. ”

"Why would you do that!"

......

In the midst of this increasingly loud cheer, Fang Xiumu became more and more annoyed, but he couldn't help but feel some sympathy for this prince of Great Qin.

He finally looked at Meng Fangying and said, "By this time, I haven't been able to kill the Nine Dead Silkworms, and as soon as I entered here, I was assassinated like you, and even an ancestor like Jiaodong County put the last strength on me, in my opinion, this should be the final battle." Since as long as I can kill you, I can understand such a killing. So why bother with the process. ”

"But what about your cultivation!"

Meng Fangying used his last strength to roar, "Your meridians are broken, even if you don't become a waste like your brother Fang Yu, I'm afraid that it will take decades of hard work to only heal your wounds, how can you enter the Eight Realms!"

Listening to such a roar, Fang Xiumu's face became a little strange.

He slowly closed his eyes and said softly and seriously, "There's something you probably didn't think about in the first place... I'm here for my brother. It's anger and revenge that I'm here. My brother and my father have fought for the Great Qin Dynasty for many years, and my brothers don't know how many people died in battle, but in the end, they became victims just to complete such a killing, just for the hegemony of Zheng Sleeve and Yuan Wu?"

"As for revenge, as for things like entering the Eight Realms, there are people in this circle who are better at it than me. ”

Fang Xiumu still closed his eyes and laughed a little bleakly, "As long as he enters the Eight Realms, it will be impossible for Zheng Sleeve and Yuan Wu to defeat him." If such a redemption can determine the final victory, then why not do it?"

No one responded anymore.

He heard the sound of Meng Fangying's stumbling body rolling down.

Meng Fangying died, rolling to the bottom of the pit not far in front of him.

Then there was a harsh fluttering sound in Fang Xiumu's ears, and when he opened his eyes, the light was still a little dazzling.

He first saw a very unique mixed golden silkworm, and then saw the figures of many people.

Among these people, he saw Ding Ning.

Looking at Ding Ning's calm gaze, he bowed his head and said deeply: "I saw you in Changling City before, and I only thought that you were a waste material that could not be cultivated, but today I look at you and know that it is you, but you... But it's really different from before. ”

Ding Ning understood what he meant, bowed his head in return, and said softly: "After dying once and then living, no one can be the same as before." ”

In the mountains of thousands of dust, all sounds gradually disappeared and became completely quiet.

The chaotic vitality also returned to calm, forming the sword intent of a thousand dust mountains, but because of the arrival of the Fang Xiu Curtain, the extraction at that moment became a little loose, and began to slowly dissolve.

Stripes of dust turned into wonderful flames, flew upwards, and disappeared into the wind high in the sky.

They survived.

It's just that from Ding Ning's words, no one heard much excitement and joy, and some just couldn't say the emotion and sentimentality.

......

Those who can and dare to enter these thousand mountains of dust have already entered.

Those who have not entered at this time will no longer be able to find opportunities.

It's just that in this wilderness, there will always be some people who are unwilling to give up, and there are still people who try.

With a cold wind, the water in a small lake not far from the Thousand Dust Mountain Circle suddenly emptied most of it, and was swept up by a white shadow.

It was a white python with a strange saddle on its back, and the saddle was connected to a small Dao hall, the saddle and the Dao hall were the size of two carriages, made of unique translucent white crystals, and for some reason, it was able to enable the cultivators in it to survive underwater for a long time.

In the crystal hall is a Taoist, his sleeves are empty, and his hands have already been cut off, but the aura of this white giant python is comparable to that of a Seven Realms Grandmaster, and this Daoist is naturally a rare powerhouse.

There were some cultivators who were far away from this small lake and saw such a sight, but they were not too shocked.

When it was determined that the cultivator trapped in the dust mountain circle was the descendant of the Nine Dead Silkworms, or the rebirth of the Nine Dead Silkworms that Yuan Wu said, it was very common for any kind of grandmaster to appear in this wasteland.

In the past ten days, I don't know how many Seven Realm Grandmasters have died in this wasteland, and it even makes people numb, and even makes people suddenly feel that there are so many Seven Realms in this world.

Just like the Changling Tomb back then, the corpses of the grandmasters who flocked from various dynasties were piled up into a small mountain.

This grandmaster is not very old, but he has an aura of vicissitudes, he has hidden in this lake for a long time but does not enter the formation, obviously not to save the Nine Dead Silkworms inside.

At this time, he decided to go into the battle to take a look, but he didn't expect that there was a person who had been guarding him for a long time.

A killing intent suddenly appeared behind him without the slightest emotion, and it didn't even make him feel it at all when it approached his crystal hall.

It was only when this killing intent pierced his crystal hall that he sensed it, and through this killing intent, he knew who was the one who attacked.

"Bai Qi?"

He screamed in horror and disbelief as this killing intent pierced into his body.

He didn't expect that there was such a person who guarded himself quietly for many days, and he didn't expect that this person would not be on Zheng Sleeve's side and himself.