The thick smell of blood floated in the air, making people feel suffocated.
The scene in front of me can no longer be described as tragic. Those who can be shattered to pieces will definitely not have a single star left.
It's like a scene that has been abandoned for tens of thousands of years. It has encountered savage beasts and can no longer find any trace of life.
No one dares to come close,
Because I'm afraid something might happen.
Only——
Only the lifeless figure lying on the ground seemed to be bathed. Suddenly, under the red light, it became clean bit by bit.
Even that face, which was as pale as snow, could faintly see a hint of life.
…
he,
Lying quietly, motionless.
The pink light became gentler and warmer, caressing his body, every part of it, like a soft jade hand, extremely charming.
Time passed little by little.
Sunset, sunrise.
The dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, unwillingly and unwillingly. The time has come and what they should do has been done. As for the consequences, they should not think about it.
around,
No one dispersed, but no one had the guts to get close.
They all have a tacit understanding, guarding the surroundings of the valley, looking at Ouyang Mingri shrouded in red, no one can guess what is going on?
If he is dead, why does he not have the breath of death? If he is still alive, why can't he feel the breath of life?
*
Day by day passed, and in the blink of an eye it was ten days later.
There were more and more curious cultivators. Finally, someone couldn't restrain their curiosity and wanted to move forward. However, before they could get closer than ten feet away from tomorrow, they were stopped one by one by people who suddenly appeared.
——He is a member of the Wanfa Buddhism Sect.
Standing in the air is none other than the head of the Wanfa Buddhism Sect, Taoist Priest Ziyang. According to his seniority, he calls Xiyue "Master Uncle" - with his clothes fluttering, his cultivation seems to have reached a higher level.
building.
Looking coldly at these cultivators who were full of curiosity and greed, Taoist Master Ziyang had a cold face and said in a deep voice.
"Everyone, if you don't want to be the enemy of Wanfa Buddhism, please don't be too troublesome. Ouyang Mingri has a deep connection with our Buddhist sect. His wife Murong Xiyue is a disciple of Penglai Xiandao and Ziyang's teacher.
Uncle, if you insist on disturbing the medical master’s becoming an immortal, don’t blame me, the Buddha Sect, for being merciless.”
…
Having said that,
The disciples in fluttering white clothes below drew out their cold swords, and the light flickered, stinging everyone's eyes.
Those who wanted to come forward to hunt for the treasure were suddenly startled. They squinted their eyes and looked up. They were also shocked by the Penglai Fairy Island he mentioned before. Finally, they gritted their teeth and retreated bitterly, never coming closer.
Ziyang also snorted. His improvement in cultivation made him look much younger. At this moment, he looked like an extraordinary handsome young man.
Looking down at Ouyang Mingri, who was shrouded in fairy light, Ziyang frowned.
This red light is overflowing with gentleness and full of immortal power. It is more effective than any panacea. However, Xiyue is not an immortal, how could she have such merit?
Could it be someone else?
Shaking his head, Ziyang showed a hint of doubt. With Ouyang Mingri's temperament, he didn't like others to get close to him. If it weren't for Xiyue, he wouldn't let him get close even if he died.
this……
What is going on?
Ziyang felt that during these decades of seclusion, he seemed to have missed out on many good stories.