Chapter 52: Wangren Mountain's Life and Death Tribulation (3)
It took Zuo Chaoyang and his party nearly two hours to arrive at the temple.
Because Lin Yi didn't give way too fast on the way, he wanted to take a last look at the scenery in Wangren Mountain.
Lin Yi asked Zuo Chaoyang to place him under the bodhi tree. Lin Yi knelt down in front of the "Udumbara" under the tree with difficulty. He murmured: "Third grandfather, unfilial grandson Lin Yi... is back. I will kill him."
Lin Tianshu...and several of his brothers. But I haven't recaptured Beifu yet, and I haven't been able...to clean up the door and kill that beast Dingfang. My grandson's death has come. This is destiny, and destiny cannot be violated. Three
Grandpa, I’m here to accompany you..."
After Lin Yi finished speaking, he pointed to a concave area two feet away from the bodhi tree and said to Su Jin'er: "When I die, I will be buried there."
Su Jin'er was wiping her tears at the moment and was too sad to speak. She just nodded.
Ma Peiling also hid aside and wiped her tears.
The rest of the people were in deep sorrow.
The "setting sun" in Lin Yi's body continued to rage, torturing his body, torturing his soul, and making him miserable. His body seemed to be twitching even more severely.
Lin Yi couldn't kneel anymore and sat on the ground.
Zuo Chaoyang put a quilt on him and wrapped him in a blanket.
Su Jin'er also sat next to him and hugged him.
All Lin Yi can do now is sit there and wait for death.
He was wondering why he was not dead yet since he was poisoned at sunset yesterday and it was already midnight now.
Lin Yi didn't know yet that he would have to suffer a day and night of pain before he died. If it had been anyone else, his meridians would have burned like blazing flames and begun to crack, and he would have gone crazy.
The night at Wangren Mountain is very cold. Especially on the hillside, the mountain wind feels biting.
Lin Yi said to everyone: "The night is too cold, you should go to the temple."
But no one left, and no one made a sound. Zuo Chaoyang, Xiao Lianqin, Zeng Tengyun, Zeng Xiaotong, Hu Yanyu'er, Ma Peiling, the Hua family brothers and sisters, Ma Teng, the second master of the Red Castle Kong Ying and others were surrounded by the forest.
Standing around, some sitting, some standing, some squatting, some leaning on the tree...
Lin Yi stopped talking, and there was only the whistling of the wind passing through the mountains, and the rustling sound of the trees, which made it even more desolate.
Just like that, I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly a voice sounded.
"Lin Yi, why aren't you dead yet? Do you have to wait for us to take action?!"
The sound came from down the hillside.
Hearing this sound, Zuo Chaoyang and others were all shocked. The enemy was coming! They all moved closer to Lin Yi and Su Jin'er, forming a fan shape to surround them.
At the same time, they each slowly drew their weapons.
They looked for the sound, but there were trees and rocks everywhere under the hillside, and it was night, so no one could be seen at all.
Lin Yi's body twitched. He wanted to stand up, but he couldn't stand up at this moment. He also suddenly understood that they were being tracked by the enemy.
Zeng Tengyun held a butcher knife in his hand and shouted towards the Osmanthus Valley at the foot of the hillside: "It's a mule or a horse, come out and take a walk!"
Then the man wearing a bamboo hat and a cloak walked out of the sweet-scented osmanthus forest.
He stood in front of the forest, and the mountain wind lifted his cloak, making a hunting sound.
Through the moonlight, Lin Yi and the others saw the silver light flashing on this man's right arm, as if it was wrapped in a layer of silver. Reflecting the silver moonlight, the silver light shone even more.
Lin Yi said: "Send your name!"
The man slowly raised his head and looked at the people on the hillside.
This man has an extremely long horse face, with high cheekbones and sharp cheeks. His chin is as sharp as an awl.
He said in a sharp voice: "The 'Heavenly Tribulation River' in the Western Region, the silver-armed heavenly king Lang Tianxing."
Among the people present, the Ma family brothers and sisters were relatively familiar with the Western Region. Ma Teng whispered: "The position of the Tianjie River in the Western Region is like the South Courtyard and the North Palace of the Central Plains. This Lang Tianxing is the leader of the 'Tianjie River', and he did not expect to be moved by Qin Dingfang."
Coming."
In fact, there is no need for Ma Teng to explain that Lin Yi and others have also heard of the name of the "Tianjie River" in the Western Regions.
It turned out that this person turned out to be Lang Tianxing, the leader of Tianjie River.
Only Lin Yi knows Li Tianlang's true identity.
As Li Tianlang, let alone moving the "Tianmo River" here, he could even move the entire domain sect here.
But Lin Yi and everyone else didn't know that someone more terrifying than Silver Arm was on his way to the Central Plains.
It can be said that Beifu's strength has greatly increased this time.
Lin Yi said to Lang Tianxing: "You want me to die, haha...I am a hard-working person. It seems that you have to do it yourself. If you have the ability, come and kill me."
Lin Yi is now suffering from the "Sunset Poison" and is in excruciating pain. Not to mention Lang Tianxing, even a second-rate master in the martial arts world can kill Lin Yi now.
Lin Yi guessed that the Hell Ape must have come too.
Lin Yi looked at the Osmanthus Valley and said: "Hell... Hell Ape, show up."
Sure enough, the ghostly chirping voice of the Hell Ape sounded in the valley.
"Lin Yi, you... also have this day. This time, you won't be able to escape again. When I should show up... I will naturally... show up. Now, I just want to see Lang He in the dark
No matter how the Lord takes care of you, you will all die, Jie Jie... you will all die..."
Then the osmanthus forest kept ringing with the excited and harsh laughter of the Hell Ape.
Lin Yi was anxious. He understood that since the enemy appeared, it meant that there were enemies all around.
Especially in the sweet-scented osmanthus forest below, I don’t know how many enemies are secretly coveting it.
Lin Yi whispered to Zuo Chaoyang and Zeng Tengyun: "I am already dying, leave me alone, you take Jin'er away. You are familiar with Wangrenshan, leave me alone, you still have hope..."
Before Lin Yi finished speaking, Su Jin'er raised her hand and slapped him gently on the face.
She said: "You are not dead yet. You asked us to leave you and be tortured and humiliated by them. You can imagine it. As long as you don't die, I will guard you. I will not go anywhere..."
Zuo Chaoyang said to Lin Yi: "Since Miss Su beats you, we won't beat you anymore."
Zeng Tengyun spat on the ground and said: "At worst, our brothers will all die here. This can be regarded as not asking to be born on the same day, but we died on the same day."
Lang Tianxing said to Lin Yi: "We just arrived yesterday. I wanted to learn the martial arts of the King of the South. But now you are poisoned, like a dead person. If you fight with someone who is poisoned, I can't afford to lose that person. But we want to
Let’s meet you masters from the South Campus.”
As he spoke, he raised his flashing silver arm and shook it.
In the sweet-scented osmanthus forest, two people walked out.
There was a huge figure, with a head as big as a bucket, eyes as protruding as toads, and an iron ring on his nostrils. He was holding a huge sword. He looked like a god.
The other one was wearing a sheepskin sweater, his hair was as messy as weeds, and he was holding a strange-shaped knife in his hand.
The man with a head as big as a bucket walked forward eight or nine feet. When he reached the middle of the hillside, he shouted in blunt Chinese: "I am Amatuo, one of the four great spiritual kings of the Tianjie River. Which one of you is going to die?!"
Amoduo's voice was loud and loud, echoing endlessly in the valley like muffled thunder.
Zeng Tengyun was about to pick up the knife and go downhill, but Zeng Xiaotong rushed out first. He said to Zeng Tengyun: "There is a little boy here, why does the young master need to do it himself?"
Then Zeng Xiaotong's thin figure walked down the hillside.
Zuo Chaoyang calmly observed his surroundings. It was night now, and there were no one knows how many enemies were hidden in the surrounding mountains and forests. If he rushed to break through now, the risk would be even greater.
Zuo Chaoyang decided to retreat to the temple before making plans when the time came.