The next day, the clouds of last night had dissipated, and the rain had passed and the sun was just right.
Emperor Shisan and Jiang Mingting sat on the ground, still keeping a distance and never talking.
First, they are afraid of being struck by lightning again, and second, they are afraid that the other party will take the poison.
Although the two people's body ignites spontaneously and don't have long to survive, if they use evil methods to absorb the other party's flesh and blood, one plus one, it is likely to exceed three, survive the disaster and achieve the enlightenment of the gods.
There is no such record in the history of practice, and no one knows what will happen.
The two of them also thought of leaving the mining area and running away. After all, death from spontaneous combustion and death at the hands of others are two ways of death.
Everyone has self-esteem. The two ruled the great religion and stood on the top of the world. The pride and conceit did not allow them to die of depression.
But it's so embarrassing...
Both of them were at the end of their power.
If you are still alive, you can live longer.
Whenever you get up and walk around, your flesh and blood burns so much that you will die in one or two days.
In such a short time, finding a peerless genius’ memory of initiation is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.
Besides, when you find someone, you have to control the other party. The bad physical condition is no longer allowed to take action.
Especially Di Shisan, the injury was too severe, and the pain in his eyebrows made him confused and he had already started talking nonsense.
In just one night, the majestic body became thin as fire, the qi and blood were burning, and the catastrophe was hard to extinguish.
"I can't do it anymore...Mingting, brother, you, you... come and suck me."
Emperor Shisan was confused, his head was covered with white hair like dry grass, his breath of life was exhausted, and he was extremely miserable.
Jiang Mingting was unmoved and said coldly:
"If I had known that why should I have been in the past? The old Taoist and you had to persuade each other and die together, so you should die."
"Suck me and avenge me."
Emperor Thirteen is like a candle in the wind, and he is very difficult to speak, and he can only emit a faint mental fluctuation.
Jiang Mingting shook his head and refused:
"You are still angry. When you die, I will suck you again, the same will be true."
“…”
Emperor Shisan was stunned, and the only light left in his eyes dimmed, completely cutting off the last bit of hope for survival.
"Brother Mingting, we can actually cooperate..."
"Boom--"
The suffocating and fierce air suddenly burst out from a distance, sweeping a large amount of gravel and dust on the ground into it. The huge waves swept across the sky with the sound of suona cracking the shore and passing through the sky, and they were unable to fight.
The two of them turned over and flew away.
"puff--"
Emperor Shisan fell to the ground in a mess from the air, spat a mouthful of blood, lying on the ground covered in dust, not even the strength to sit up, and could only stare at someone who was not virtuous.
Jiang Mingting is better than him, and he is in a relatively low position. No matter how strong his skills are, he will be weakened if he is too far away. His body is painful, but he can still hold on to the ground and sit cross-legged.
Seeing this situation, Zhang Wu shook his head.
"I still have the strength to glare at me and come back tomorrow."
Then he turned around and put down a small bronze mirror, and arranged a feng shui pattern around the mining area to prevent the two from running away and to avoid anyone coming to save them. By the way, he used evil spirits to wipe out the two's life and help them die early and reborn early.
“I just like being helpful.”
Back in the cave, Zhang Wu was in a good mood and recited ancient scriptures to two dragon bird daggers, sometimes Taoism, sometimes Buddhist scriptures, sometimes jumped around like a god and recited strange spells, striving to get Jiang Mingting's spirit as soon as possible
Erase and take the treasure for yourself.
However, if you want to immerse your spirit in it, even if you work day and night, it will take at least twenty or thirty years to use your fingers as if you are using your arms.
...
Two months passed in a blink of an eye, winter came, and heavy snow covered the mountain.
Day after day, Zhang Wu was completely as he wanted. When he thought about it, he went outside the mining area to blew for a while. It might be more elusive than evil ghosts during the day or late at night.
Normal people have to be neurasthenia, not to mention that he is always mixed with mental attacks, using the two of them to hone some mysterious and unfathomable means.
Until late in the night, Emperor Shisan no longer had any movement. His body was covered with snow and completely lost its temperature. Until his death, he glared at the direction of Zhang Wu playing the suona every day...
"Finally endured to death."
Jiang Mingting, who was meditating, opened his eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, looked around, and prepared to take action at night.
He does not know the bloodthirsty magic skills, but his realm is high. He can learn many methods without a teacher. He can still pick up simple techniques such as the absorption technique in the world.
"Whether it is done or not."
Swallowed the last golden elixir of life-returning, all the medicines on his body were exhausted. Sitting quietly for a while, when the elixir was digested, his face became particularly rosy, as if he was back to life. He stood up and dragged his extremely tired body, staggering step by step
Emperor Thirteen.
"I won after all."
Jiang Mingting showed a smile on his pale face, staring at the Emperor Thirteen who died in distant places, but his spirit sensed the direction of Zhang Wu playing the suona every day, so as not to take the opportunity to attack.
However, five or six feet apart, for him who was struggling to death, it was as difficult as crossing mountains and seas. He walked and stopped while holding the rocks, and it took him half a quarter of an hour before he arrived next to Emperor Thirteen.
"Go with peace of mind. When I attain the gods of the human world, I will rule over the Supreme Sect and unify all the great sects of the world, and then cut the Wu Qianjian into pieces."
Jiang Mingting murmured, slowly stretching out his right hand as old as a dead bone, while his left cuff was slightly shaking...
"suck--"
A powerful devouring force emerged from his palm, and Di Shisan's body, which was already skinny and bone-like, narrowed to the naked eye, making his face become more rosy and bloody.
But he sucked for a long time, deliberately slowed down, and was still nervous, but still didn't wait for someone...
"Didn't you really come?"
Jiang Mingting couldn't help but become suspicious.
This is his last chance to survive.
"Well--"
Suddenly, he widened his eyes, as if his invisible hands were strangling fate's throat. He pinched his neck tightly with his hands, his eyes were bloodshot and violent, and his skin became as dark as ink in an instant, until his two eyeballs.
Bang" and slammed, lying straight on the ground.
One hour later.
Zhang Wu, who was like a ghost, walked out of the darkness slowly, his arm muscles bulged high, and he cut out the domineering energy like a sickle of the God of Death, which suddenly separated Jiang Mingting's body and died so much that he could not die again.
He sighed:
"I've been smart all my life, and when my life is gone, my mind is covered with dust. My intelligence is just mistaken for intelligence. Even I dare not suck Emperor Thirteen. How dare you?"
The half-step gods on earth will die, and the corpse will never allow others to insult. According to common sense, they will be transformed into rainbows. Even if the air is cut off, the corpse will continue to ignite spontaneously until it shrinks into ashes, flies to the sky, and feeds back to the earth on earth.
Emperor Shisan knew that he would make wedding dresses for Jiang Mingting after his death, so how could he not give him a mat?
"I don't know if the two and a half-step gods on earth can help me withstand the lightning strike."
Zhang Wu, wearing silver wire gloves, took out the third dragon bird dagger from Jiang Mingting's left sleeve.