In front of Cen Qianshan was a powerful and terrifying enemy, but his mind was firmly tied to the little figure running towards the tower door.

Sure enough, the man held his backpack and ran to the Xuantie Gate. He was carefully taking out the potions from the backpack and placing them one by one.

Cen Qianshan's mind flashed back to the scene when his master taught him this skill.

"Explosion|explosion is a very dangerous thing. If you are not careful, you may hurt yourself." Master sat in front of the experimental table and arranged the reagents in an orderly manner. "So no matter how urgent the situation is, your hands must be steady and your mind must be steady."

Don’t panic. Arrange the things first so that you won’t make mistakes during operation. For example, the dragon’s blood and shark beads must be placed separately, try to place them on the left and right sides of the body.”

The small figure in front of the black tower separated the dragon blood and shark beads far away and placed them on the left and right sides of his body. He took out a pair of gloves from his bag and quickly put them on himself.

Master's movements when putting on gloves were always so neat and handsome. She turned around and told herself while putting them on, "Gloves are something you must wear. The blood of the red dragon is highly corrosive. Don't get it on your hands like last time."

Injured. Remember to protect yourself."

The figure in front of the black tower began to dig a hole in the ground in front of the door. After the digging failed, she inserted a thin ruler into the crack of the door to measure the thickness.

"It is best to be able to dig and blast. If conditions do not allow and you can only blast on a smooth surface, you must grasp the dosage and angle. A good blaster can use the least amount of explosives to succeed in one go."

The small figure in front of me and the pictures in my memory overlapped one after another.

As long as a hole is opened for doubts, it is like a flood that bursts its embankment and can no longer be contained.

The little tin man when we first met, fighting side by side when they were in a sea of ​​lust, the blood marks on his face that were left on his face just after biting off his fingertips...

The answer seemed to be there, but he was too shy to reveal it.

Is it because I am too crazy, or the truth is already before my eyes.

Cen Qianshan felt like something was rolling in his chest, blood was flowing backwards in his body, and his breathing was stagnant.

Is the dream I have been pursuing for more than a hundred years just within reach?

While he was distracted, he was punched by Bai Yi Wuchang, and fell to the ground. The blood in his body was boiling, and he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Just now he pretended to be vomiting blood and was injured, just to make that person anxious.

The blood at this time was so real. It was vomited out of his lungs, hot and glaring, burning his chest and throat all the way, and vomiting away his century-old lovesickness.

Fu Yun stretched out his hand to help Cen Qianshan up and stood side by side with him holding his sword.

"How's it going? Is there anything wrong?" Fu Yun asked.

Although this monk who came to the demon world has a somewhat eccentric personality and has not had much contact with him, it is undeniable that he is a rare partner on the battlefield.

He is powerful and fearless. He is quiet but very reliable.

To be honest, when Cen Qianshan appeared, Fu Yun's whole heart immediately calmed down a lot.

But for some reason, the demon cultivator who had been fighting side by side suddenly looked at him sideways. His expression was inexplicably cold, and his eyes were filled with unwarranted anger. He definitely could not be called friendly.

"She said... Xiaoxue said that you are her favorite senior brother?" He asked a question that had no beginning or end.

Fu Yun didn't understand why Cen Qianshan suddenly asked this when the enemy was facing a formidable enemy.

He subconsciously shook his head in denial, "Ah, no, she wasn't talking about me."

Cen Qianshan pushed him away and wiped a handful of blood from the corner of his mouth. "Hanshuang"'s blade turned into an afterimage and headed toward Wu Chang with murderous intent.

Black robes versus white robes, mad sword fights.

The Nine Nether Tower towers tall, and the eight-armed demon covers the sky.

For a moment, the sky and the earth were filled with killing, and the wind swept the yellow sand.

Cen Qianshan held the long sword with red marks on the blade. He was also a sword, a sword that had just been sharpened and was fearless of the ghosts and gods of heaven and earth.

Wu Chang caught the knife with both hands, his dull black eyes reflected on the sharp blade,

"It's strange, you seem to have become stronger all of a sudden. Can emotional changes change your combat effectiveness so much? What happened to make you so happy?"

Veins popped out in Cen Qianshan's arms, and he faced off against the ghosts and gods with his sword. On the side of the blade, his eyes were so bright that it was scary, "What do you think, aren't you very good at peering into people's hearts?"

A knife's throw away, four eyes fighting.

"I found the person I longed for, so I am so happy." Wu Chang looked at him steadily, "As long as she is here, no matter how she treats you, it doesn't matter?"

Even if she doesn't admit it, even if she doesn't take you to heart.

The two suddenly separated.

Cen Qianshan stretched his legs back to steady his body, narrowed his beautiful eyes, and looked through the wind and sand with a fierceness and anger.

After the yellow sand, lonely ghosts and gods hunt in white, with no heart in their chests.

"Are you jealous?" Cen Qianshan thought for a while, with a playful smile on his lips, slowly calmed down his anger, and stood up straight, "Jealous that I have such a person to look forward to. And you, you

Nothing."

He tapped his chest with his slender fingers, "You are very powerful. You are good at playing with people's hearts. You like to watch people fall into pain and despair. Even I have fallen into your hands. But what about you?

You probably haven’t even experienced what pain is, right?”

Wu Chang lowered his mask-like face, his eyes were swaying, and his long black hair was fluttering in the wind. It seemed that he could not think of words to retaliate against this human being.

There was a huge roar like thunder, shaking the earth and causing rubble to fall like rain.

When the smoke and dust dispersed, the black iron gate of Jiuyou Tower was suddenly blown open by gunpowder.

Bai Yi Wuchang, who was still thinking about how to argue, found that all the enemies had run away, and only the tall eight-armed demon was frantically wrapping around him.

"Quickly, come in quickly." Uncle Zhong stood guard at the door of the blasted tower.

The first one to get in was Mu Xue, who was supporting Miao Hong'er, followed closely by Fu Yun and Cen Qianshan's figures.

Inside the tower, it is strangely like another world.

There are no partitions in the tower. Looking up, the towering inner wall reflects the sky full of stars and the night sky.

Under the starry sky, at the bottom of the tower is a pool of pitch-black water, with a small boat parked quietly on the water.

The stars are turning, and the boat is parked at night.

The noisy battle outside the tower is isolated, and the place is peaceful, as if it is the home of the heart.

Outside the tower gate, Gu Jing Wubo's face, like a mask of impermanence, finally turned ferocious. His eyebrows stood upright and he opened his mouth to let out a silent cry.

The temperature between heaven and earth dropped sharply, the wind was howling, and the sound of ghosts crying was heard from all sides. With the Nine Nether Tower as the center, all the ghosts and ghosts in the entire Iron Siege City were rushing towards this place. Thousands of ghosts cried together, and thousands of souls howled.

Layers upon layers of smoke-like ghostly shadows billowing in waves.

"Quick! Get on the boat!"

Everyone supported each other and got on the small boat. Uncle Zhong closed the crooked iron door with all his strength, but sat down with his back to the iron door.

Countless ghost shadows piled up and collided against the door. Pale hands and feet squeezed in through the crack of the blown door, waving and scratching randomly.

Zhongbo made Buddha seals on his hands and sat down behind the door, with a golden character appearing between his eyebrows.

Although he has gray hair and a small stature, as long as he is sitting like this, thousands of ghosts are attacking back and forth, but they have not shaken the crumbling door.

"Uncle Zhong, come up quickly."

"Yes, come up and walk together."

Everyone shouted to him.

The boat was moored quietly on the black water. The old man's brows were shining with warmth. He showed a gentle smile on his wrinkled face.

"You go, I've had this idea for a long time. If you don't go back, I'll stay here with my old lady."

"When I was young, I really didn't spend too much time with her. Now that I've reached this age, it's not a pity to stay with her."

"It is a joy to be with young people like you on this final journey."

"Let's go quickly. It's better to leave an old man like me than to have everyone stuck here."

If this door is opened, all ghosts will attack together, and no one in the boat will be able to leave.

The boat is parked quietly, and with just one click, it can leave the shore ruthlessly, leaving only one person to exchange for the others to escape and ascend to heaven.

But Fu Yun stretched out his arm.

"We will return together when we return, we will fight together when we fight, we will not distinguish between young and old, and we will not be afraid of life or death."

Tsing Yi and white robe, youthful and chivalrous.

Miao Hong'er also stretched out her arm,

"I think my mother-in-law hopes that you will leave this place because she hopes that you will let go of your worries and not lose your life ambitions because of her. We cannot leave you alone."

Red clothes are better than fire, and the woman smiles.

Senior brothers and sisters are really stupid. At this time, isn't it the most cost-effective move to exchange one life for everyone's chance to escape? Besides, Uncle Zhong is still willing.

Mu Xue felt anxious and irritable.

What made her even more depressed was that for some reason she also stretched out her little arm, and together with her brothers and sisters, she grabbed Uncle Zhong's hand and pulled her into the boat.

Beside her, a bandaged arm stretched out and put it on Uncle Zhong's shoulder.

"It doesn't matter, you may not lose."

Uncle Zhong wiped the corners of his eyes, finally suppressed the golden light in his eyebrows, and was pulled onto the boat by everyone.
To be continued...