Chapter 283: The ant looks at the sky, already guilty of death
Meeting is like a dream, don’t leave in a hurry.
We will meet again at this moment, but we will be thousands of years apart.
Tie Zhongtang held a cup of hot tea in both hands and slowly walked behind the beggar.
"When I see Brother Thirteen again, I feel a lot of pain in my heart. It's like a sword half sealed with dust, and all the ambition and talent of the past have come to an end."
The beggar trembled all over his body, and his long, messy and knotted hair swayed, and finally he said something in a choked voice.
"It's hard for you to control yourself if you let down Bo Yaqin."
Holding tea in both hands, Tie Zhongtang changed places and came to the beggar.
"I'm looking for a good friend again. There are not many talented people in this world. Brother Thirteen, please give me tea!"
The diners around the restaurant were all shocked.
Some people know this smelly beggar, some don't, but a restaurant as big as Lianxiang House has never refused entry to a beggar.
Even some wealthy families, businessmen, etc. who passed by would give a little respect to this beggar.
This incident can be regarded as a strange thing in Qingzhou.
To this day, it seems that this beggar has finally found his loved one.
"If my brother is like this, what else can I ask for?"
Thirteenth Lang took the tea, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, hugging Tie Zhongtang.
Tie Zhongtang left the restaurant with Thirteenth Lang, washed himself and changed into clean clothes. During this period, he also notified Yuntian and Li Xuan that they were coming.
"Brother Thirteen, rest assured. Brother Yun and Brother Li are both nearby, working hard to find the Resurrection Grass for me. They will be here soon."
"The first time I met you, I knew that I couldn't be your master and that your future achievements would be higher than mine.
Now it seems...I was indeed right."
"Brother Thirteen is ridiculous. When it comes to talent, how can I compare to you?"
The two talked for a long time, and Tie Zhongtang only asked once about Thirteenth Lang's experiences over the years.
But Thirteenth Lang didn’t want to mention it and didn’t say much.
It didn’t take long.
Yuntian and Li Xuan arrived, and they couldn't help but sigh when they saw Thirteenth Lang's current desolate state.
"Brother Thirteen, your cultivation level..." With tears in his eyes, Yun Tian slowly walked to Thirteenth Lang and stretched out his hand to feel for his pulse in disbelief.
The pulse is stable, like a moving ball, and there seems to be no major problem.
But I can't feel a trace of witchcraft.
The once stunningly talented Thirteenth Lang of Nanhai has now become a mortal, with all his heavenly cultivation gone.
"It's okay for me. I can see my three sworn brothers again. Jiang's life will not be wasted!"
Li Xuan patted his chest and promised: "Don't worry, Thirteenth Brother. With the combined efforts of the three of us, what injury can't be cured?"
Thirteenth Lang's eyes, which had long lost hope, became bright again at this moment.
He believes in the strength of the three people in front of him.
Some impossible things...maybe in their hands they can do it.
The four of them gathered in the small courtyard, set up jade tables and chairs, blew the gentle breeze, and took the bright sunset as the scenery. They drank heavily, ate meat, and chatted about their experiences in recent years. It was a great time.
It's a pity that good times don't last long and good flowers don't always bloom.
It's night, and the autumn wind is rustling.
Tuk! Tuk!
There was a slight knock on the door of the secluded courtyard.
The sound was not loud, but it was like a cold sword passing through, making the noisy four people quiet down in an instant.
This person is a master.
The ultimate master!
The strength is even more powerful than that of Tie, Yun, and Li today.
This is not difficult to perceive.
"The Lord wants you to be a beggar for the rest of your life. It would be better for you to live happily here drinking and eating meat.
How?
The dead salted fish...do you still want to turn over?"
When Thirteenth Lang heard this voice, the light in his eyes immediately dimmed.
"You're looking for me, you go."
"Brother Thirteen, who do you think we are?"
"I'm the biggest in the world. No matter who he is, my brothers can't beat him. Why can't he run away?"
Thirteenth Lang was moved and anxious at the same time. He looked at Tie Zhongtang and said, "Hurry up, I won't die, and we will see you again in the future."
Tie Zhongtang flicked his sleeves and waved his hand: "Brother Yun, Brother Li, you take Brother Thirteen away first, and I'll stop him."
"Zhongtang, this is not a child's play, you can't stop them."
"Although Tie has not become an immortal, he is just a miscellaneous immortal... but he doesn't take it seriously."
Boom!
The wooden door of the small courtyard was kicked open, and the debris in the sky turned into sharp swords and stabbed the four people.
"If you have no shame, a beggar will be a beggar, and you will only be a beggar for the rest of your life!"
Bang!
A pair of blue-black moiré official boots stepped into the courtyard.
"Let's go!"
In the sky, Li Xuan took one of Thirteenth Lang's hands, and their feet turned into auspicious clouds, and they were about to fly out of the courtyard.
Winter!
A dull bell rang.
The huge ancient brass bell turned into a canopy, spinning in the air, and then slammed down, trapping the three people inside.
"Want to leave?"
"Three ants, dare to look up at the sky?"
"The moment you look up at the stars, you have committed a grave sin. Do you know that?"
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Three figures flew in one after another, forming an encirclement with the person who broke through the door first, trapping the four of them in Chi Chi.
Tie Zhongtang could sense the power of these four people in front of him without even looking back.
Four immortals!
Four gods!
No matter how talented and qualified he is, everything will be in vain in the face of the absolute gap in strength.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The ancient brass clock was beaten to a buzzing sound, and then suddenly exploded.
Li Xuan was the first to attack with a four-foot green peak in his hand.
But what greeted him was a golden Tilu spear. The spear came out like a dragon and was as powerful as thunder. The spear passed through Li Xuan's neck and nailed him to the ground.
"Brother Li!"
Tie Zhongtang was so anxious that he turned around and rushed back, but was stopped by a ghostly figure.
The opponent's fists and feet were used together, with great force and force. Each blow made his muscles and bones soft, and his energy and blood were shaken.
He couldn't even see the other party's true appearance!
"Danxia reflects the sun!"
Yuntian roared, golden light burst out from his body, and he led Thirteen Lang out of the ancient brass clock, trying to break out of the siege.
But a green-black axe, like the creation of heaven and earth, scattered all the golden light, hit Yun Tian between his eyebrows, split him in two, and the whole person was split into two halves.
"Brother Yun!" Thirteenth Lang screamed in pain, but he couldn't do anything at all.
He is just a mortal now, with no power to restrain a chicken. In front of these immortals and gods, he is not even an ant.
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The four immortal gods are extremely powerful. Tie Zhongtang can block one, but cannot block the other three.
These people were obviously well-trained, cold-blooded, and didn't give them a chance.
Swish! Swish!
The shadow of the gun shook and the light of the ax flickered.
Yuntian and Li Xuan couldn't even escape, and were beaten to pieces.
Tie Zhongtang's eyes were about to burst, and two lines of blood and tears gushed out. His best friend died tragically, which changed his mood.
This momentary flaw was immediately caught by the opponent, and his fierce fists and kicks were like a dragon or a tiger, beating Tie Zhongtang until he vomited blood and retreated continuously.
Bang!
Tie Zhongtang fell against the wall, and Thirteenth Lang struggled to come over on his knees.
"Don't kill him, he has nothing to do with me, kill me, kill me, come and kill me!!!"
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Four figures fell in front of the two people.
Tie Zhongtang's eyes gradually became blurry, and he vaguely saw four pairs of blue-black moire official boots, which were extremely uniform.
"You do have some abilities. If you are allowed to grow up, you may become a figure in the future."
"Then it will be even more difficult to leave him alone."
"Kill!"
A bit of cold light gradually expanded in Tiezhongtang's hole, and along the sharp tip of the spear, one could see the dazzling golden Tilu spear.
Between life and death.
A strange thought suddenly came to his mind.
"It's not a dead end!"
"As long as I'm transported and checked, I can take Brother Thirteen away from here. They can't keep me."
As soon as this thought came to mind, Tie Zhongtang felt a strange force coming from his body.
"Wait..."
"What's the excuse for flying around?"
"I don't know this secret skill!"
Tie Zhongtang had a splitting headache, and many inexplicable scriptures appeared in his mind.
But his right hand subconsciously picked up Thirteenth Lang, and the two of them disappeared like a dreamy bubble.
At the same time.
Everything is silent and the sound is loud.
Tie Zhongtang saw that everything in front of him was shattered like a glass mirror, turning into pieces and dissipating.
Even the Thirteenth Brother beside him also turned into countless fragments and slowly drifted away into nothingness.
Endless darkness came, and a lonely and sad voice came into his ears.
"What a pity! He is not you."
——
"Brother Thirteen!"
Tie Tang suddenly opened his eyes, and the intense purple light turned into two beams of light and rushed out of his eyes. He moved and flew to hold up the traces in an instant.
But looking around...
On his waist is the unconscious Tie Hu, and beside him are Tianwen and Li Geng. Where is the slightest shadow of Thirteenth Lang?
The ninth floor of the ladder has disappeared.
All five people came to the other side of Chengxian Cliff. Tian Wen and Li Geng opened their eyes one after another, and each of them was ready to go. Their witchcraft power surged around them, as if they were still in a fighting state.
It wasn't until I saw Tie Tang and Tie Long that I suddenly realized.
"My cultivation level..." Tian Wen was startled, feeling that the witchcraft power surged around him, as if a reservoir full of water was about to burst out in the next moment.
"I'm going to become a soul!"
Without saying a word, he took out a blood exquisite and swallowed it into his belly, then immediately sat down cross-legged and practiced hard.
Tie Tang and Li Geng also felt extremely itchy all over their bodies, as if there were countless talismans wandering through them.
The two looked at each other, sat cross-legged and practiced silently.
The silent Chengxian Cliff looks a bit weird.
Iron Dragon and Iron Tiger lay on the ground, unconscious, with Buddha's light surging around them and thunder rolling, among which Tie Tang was the most powerful.
Each acupuncture point is opened crazily as if it costs nothing, and the violent blood mixed with pure witchcraft is unstoppable, penetrating one acupoint after another.
The dragon pattern Daoyun between his Zifu eyebrows also began to dissolve quickly, turning into stripes of texture covering the immortal soul.
The original illusory Yuanshen gradually became solid, and the billowing blood flowed from Dantian to Zifu, filling the Yuanshen, turning the illusory things into a material body.
The acupoints were opened one by one, and soon they came to the key point.
Wave!
With the sound of a wine cork being popped.
Tie Tang opened the 800th acupoint, and there was an illusion in the Dantian. With the rumbling sound of the door opening, it seemed as if a door was opening in the body.
But this is not the end.
The energy, blood and witchcraft power in his body seemed to be endless, and the momentum of opening acupoints did not stop at all.
Wave! Wave! Wave!
Eight hundred and twenty!
Eight hundred and forty!
......
Nine Hundred Acupoints!
Rumble...
There was another sound in Dantian, and the second gate opened.