The forest light slowly hung down from the branches, with a lingering luster like broken glass. In the last falling light of the day, Dou Fang silently watched Wu Ming's face become grayer and grayer, and his eyes trembled like a candle in the wind.
He is going to die...
The soul-killing nail in Ye Yuran's hand penetrated deeply into his skull, and his soul was dismantled into nothingness inch by inch. The light on his body was no longer there, and even the color of his flesh began to decay.
Amidst the wanton laughter, Ye Yuran's expression became more and more happy. He pressed Wu Ming with his arms until he half-knelt on the ground, turned around and narrowed his eyes:
"Why, is Brother Dou surprised?"
"...I just didn't expect it."
"I didn't expect it, I shouldn't have expected it. Because, my Ye Yuran's way of aristocratic family..." A silver thorn fell out of his sleeve and completely nailed Wu Ming to the ground, who was still struggling.
The man with his face stained with blood bared his teeth and smiled: "You just do whatever it takes!"
Everything is shaking, as if the world is about to turn upside down...
Duplicate images one after another. In the long feeling of falling into the sky when he was about to die, vague murmurs sounded in Wu Ming's ears again.
Different from the ambiguity caused by heart attacks in the past, this time, it was unprecedentedly clear.
It was like an angry dragon roaring horribly in his heart. He couldn't wait and wanted to tear everything in front of him into pieces!!!
This is the first time.
The murmurs in my ears are no longer trivial and muddy tones, no longer long and meaningless whispers, nor are they no longer noisy and topsy-turvy repetitions.
He really felt angry, and that anger made his cold blood heat up. Wu Ming could hardly help but roar and howl along with him. He felt like there was another person living in his body, a deeper person.
For a moment, he seemed to have a strange illusion. He was standing in the dead sea, being lifted up by the wind and flames. The four elements were rotating around him, far away, beyond the reach of his eyes, at the end of the world.
All the stars in the universe have erected towering altars and offered animals and sacrifices to him.
"God."
Someone spoke in a low voice.
——
"It's so unheroic to pretend to be dead, monk!"
Ye Yuran raised his hand with a sneer, and threw out a small silver thorn again, piercing Wu Ming's kneecap. He stared at the gray and defeated face, and the corners of his mouth rose with joy:
"Do you have anything to entrust me, monk? I can return your body to the Vajra Temple without taking any money from your property, just like your teacher once did to my uncle..."
"Forgot." He clapped his hands in frustration again and laughed: "My head is not good! I have to send your head back to Luoyi! I want the king of the country and all the nobles to have a good look and take a look at me.
How did Ye Yuran become famous and achieve great success in Manzheng!"
"...You lied."
"So what?" Ye Yuran lowered his head in surprise. He sneered at the stupidity of the monk who was about to die, and was surprised by his dullness. But before he could finish saying these words, such as the winner and the loser, that
The monk, whose breath was like a gossamer, trembled and raised his fingers, exhaled and made a sound.
"Instant!" Wu Ming spat out the last syllable.
The light passed, and in a moment, a red killing sword flew out of Ye Yuran's shocked eyes. Ruixia was dense, and it slashed away at Wu Mingji, whose figure quickly faded away!
Everything seems to be frozen at this moment——
At the moment when time slowed down to a standstill, the red killing sword seemed to be dripping with blood, splashing several feet high with extremely miserable glow, and struck out the most powerful blow! And before facing this sure-killing swordsmanship, Wu Ming's figure also appeared at the same time.
It fades inch by inch, like water stains dried in the sun.
Boom boom boom!!!
It was as if a bloody sun exploded, and in the roar of a dragon's sword, the entire huge mountain range was affected by this magical power. Countless peaks swayed, and then collapsed, throwing up dust that covered the sky.
In the distance, Dou Fang watched blankly as Ye Yuran coldly retracted the killing sword from his eyes, but at the same place, Wu Ming, who was dying, had inexplicably disappeared...
At that moment, before he could react, it was suddenly over...
"Magic foot power! It's the magic foot power!!!"
Ye Yuran's eyebrows cracked, and a bloody eye popped out. After a moment, he turned his head coldly and spoke sternly to the confused Dou Fang: "You and I are the ones who initiated this matter today! If he doesn't die,
You and I will never have peace in the future!"
"When he grows up, let alone a human being, he will be almost invincible in terms of life storage alone!" Ye Yuran's voice had a chilly air, which made Dou Fang secretly shiver in his heart: "Open the bow.
There is no turning back, you are also involved in this matter, I can’t escape you!”
"What do you want?" Dou Fang suddenly looked gloomy.
Ye Yuran opened his palms indifferently. In the palms were two dark ancient talismans, with faint crane patterns and countless small characters engraved on them, like a book from heaven.
Two realms talisman!
Dou Fang's heart skipped a beat after seeing it clearly. Before he could speak, he was interrupted by Ye Yuran shaking his head.
"I borrowed it from you." Ye Yuran closed his eyebrows and said, "Remember to repay me."
"Why do you have to drag me with you? In front of the two of you, I'm just insignificant..." Dou Fang picked up a two-realm talisman, smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Besides, I was hit by the Soul-Destroying Nail.
, isn’t he already dying?”
"What do you know?" Ye Yuran hesitated to speak, but in the end did not speak and just sneered.
He had seen the description of the Divine Foot Power in the family archives. Every thought that arises in the mind, no matter how many miles away, is caused by a single moment of thought.
After seeing the dying Wu Ming struggle and use his magic foot power, the proud Ye Yuran almost jumped up in shock and was in a state of chaos.
He never thought that a monk of the "Wu" generation in the Vajra realm could actually master one of the six divine transformations of Buddhism. Even if it was just a prototype, it would be enough to make people frightened!
Those who were hit by the Soul-Destroying Nail were destined to have their souls decay and die. Even though he had clearly driven the Soul-Destroying Nail into Wu Ming's head, Ye Yuran still didn't dare to bet. He didn't dare to bet such a ten thousand point.
one of the possibilities.
Although this ignorant monk has mastered the divine foot power, the Vajra Temple must not know about it, otherwise he would never be without a sutra protector by his side, and he would not be able to succeed so easily...
Don't miss this opportunity!
After a brief period of panic, Ye Yuran's heart suddenly ignited with passion.
Killing a master of the Six Divine Transformations is absolutely not the same as killing a monk of the Southern Zen Sect.
How much benefit will you gain by killing him?
That must be huge!
Under Ye Yuran's continuous urging, Dou Fang had no choice but to use his true energy to activate the Two Realms Talisman. While the small characters on his head lit up inch by inch, he asked doubtfully:
"I heard that the divine foot can travel in the ten directions of space. How do you know where he has moved?"
"Crossing the Tongjiang River and heading to the south of the Yangtze River, don't worry, my Ye family's celestial eye can detect even the slightest detail, he can't hide it from my eyes!" Ye Yuran's figure was wrapped in countless dazzling lights from the two realms talisman, and his voice was a bit strange.
Turbidity:
"Besides, his magical foot power is still crude, otherwise he would have used it in the fight just now!"
…
…
Thousands of miles away, Jiangnan.
The void faintly opened, and a gray figure rolled out of it. Wu Ming staggered and covered his head, unable to stop coughing up blood.
Just as Ye Yuran thought.
He had not truly cultivated the Divine Foot Skill, nor had he mastered Tathagata Zen, which uses the power of the mind to move far away. In a daze, he crossed the Tongjiang River uncontrollably and moved to the south of the Yangtze River... At this moment, the backlash of the Divine Foot Skill and
The original injuries came all at once, making Wuming even stand unsteady. He could hardly see anything in front of him, only darkness.
He trembled and began to sit cross-legged and adjust his breath. Blood flowed out from the seven orifices, and soon the monk's clothes were soaked in blood. The whispering in his ears became more and more intense, and the pain followed, like steel needles going back and forth in his mind.
of tie.
Are you going to die?
This thought flashed through his mind, but the severe pain that struck him quickly shattered this thought and completely obliterated it.
moment.
The void loomed open again, like a portal connecting the two worlds.
Before Wu Ming could struggle back, a bright red light flew up and beheaded him with a sword!
"I'm relieved!" Two figures suddenly appeared.
After crushing the dim two-realm talisman and looking at the headless corpse with its body and head separated, Ye Yuran patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief: "I slept peacefully!"
Behind him, Dou Fang also breathed a sigh of relief, but felt helpless.
"Why did you come to Jiangnan?" He spread his hands and said, "It will be a lot of trouble to go back to Luoyi."
"As long as I can kill him, everything is nothing..." Ye Yuran sighed and looked away from Wu Ming's corpse.
If a Dharma Master with supernatural powers is killed, if he is really exposed, even the Shouwu Ye family will be afraid of the anger of the Southern Zen Sect. He will forcefully pull Dou Fang here, and he will also drag the Wuwan Dou family into the water.
mean.
He sighed and raised his head. In this southern land, the sun was already setting and the dawn was rising.
Outside the sky for dozens of miles, banners covered the sky, chariots roared, and knights in gorgeous armor shouted loudly, like hunting animals, and threw bright talisman arrows toward the ground, lighting up the night sky into a sea of fire.
"Damn it, it's the Phoenix Rider of the Xie family!" Outside the firelight, Ye Yuran frowned, with a slightly serious look on his face: "What the hell are they doing?"
Hunting animals?
What kind of wild beast can appear majestically outside the county? And what kind of magical power can provoke the Phoenix Cavalry to send out troops to encircle and suppress it?
Ye Yuran straightened his clothes. Although the Ye family of Shouwu and the Xie family of Changjin were not close friends, they were somewhat related by marriage. When he was about to visit the person in charge of this group of Phoenix Riders, he suddenly felt nervous.
The Yuan Shen sent a warning message, and in the void that even the mind could not capture, a white figure flashed past like a ghost.
There was no one around, and there was silence between heaven and earth.
Big drops of sweat appeared on his forehead. In the long and despairing silence, Ye Yuran turned around sharply.
"Brother Dou..."
A heartbeat sounded softly that shouldn't exist.
The moment Ye Yuran turned around in panic, Dou Fang, who had been silent since just now, silently opened his mouth. The talisman sword in his hand fell to the ground gently, and immediately, his head was smoothly cracked from the middle!
puff!
Before he could scream, a hand penetrated his chest. In the deathly silence of the night, Ye Yuran, who was vomiting blood, was like a dove with thorns piercing its skin. The arrogance and looseness of the past were no longer the same.
No sight, only fear, for death, and for that ghostly figure.
How is that possible!
He smiled miserably and turned around, only to see an unexpected figure.
"You, you..." Ye Yuran's eyes widened, looking at Wu Ming who had penetrated his chest with his hand and his body and head should have been separated, the corners of his eyes twitched crazily: "You, you..."
He wanted to scream, he wanted to ask how a person who had his head decapitated and lost his soul could be resurrected! How could he kill himself and Dou Fang instantly? But his voice stopped suddenly, leaving only a rapid tail sound, like
A duck that was choked hard.
In the dead silence, the person who penetrated Ye Yuran's chest opened his eyes.
It was a color more brilliant than sunlight, more magnificent than morning glow, like tens of millions of tons of silver melted into a silver-white sea, all poured into the eyes, forming a cold and vast white.
Ye Yuran was stunned. He was shocked by the ultimate, magnificent and majestic beauty in the universe, as if the ancient gods had unveiled the veil of time in front of him. In front of the ultimate beauty in the universe, his whole body
The vitality passed quickly, as if it had turned into a thin, tiny point, and was thrown into the silvery white tide.
Ignoring the smile that froze on Ye Yuran's face before he died, under the silver-white pupils, only a cold and turbid male voice sounded mockingly, with a hint of indifference and disdain.
