Chapter three hundred and ninetieth life and death can not be taken lightly after all
"Another one died"
Outside the ruins, Ruan Fei No. 2 looked at the light spot, his eyes twitching. The three people who entered yesterday did not start well. The venue they appeared on was not very good. There were not many black areas in the ruins. Now they don’t know what they will encounter.
What, someone actually died.
As the ruins are coming to an end, many families have sent out their important figures to wait quietly at the Hushan ruins. The future of the Hushan ruins, which spans Hua'an and Dengfeng, affects many people's thoughts.
Yan Xuankong and others also let them go. With the great master Yan Xingxia sitting in charge, anyone who wants to do something evil needs to think about it. It is better to hide it and let people who are qualified to watch come in.
During the development of the Hushan ruins, few surrounding families participated in the rebellion, and the jealous ones had long been uprooted.
There are only a few small miscellaneous fish left, but they are not a big fish.
Even some big families who are jealous of the Yan family are waiting for the situation to develop.
Almost all the visible main combat forces of the Yan family are gathered in Hushan. This is an extremely huge force. In addition to the great master Yan Xingxia and the grand master Yan Xuankong, according to the observation of some interested people, there are six or seven others.
Grandmasters are distributed throughout Hushan, and there are hundreds of master practitioners. They are constantly patrolling the Hushan ruins, and are surrounded by many soldiers with firearms. Today's Hushan has an iron wall.
This revealed strength made many big families stop talking. No matter which family was caught, life would not be easy in the future.
"Who died?"
Yan Xuankong glanced at Ruan Fei with a serious expression. Death was not friendly to anyone. Almost everyone who entered had relatives waiting outside.
The two people who died first were the heirs of a certain family. When the bad news came, the parents of the other party stamped their feet, beat their chests, and regretted it.
This opportunity is very hot. Everyone wants to be the next Yan Xingxia. Even if it is a one percent, one thousandth, or one ten thousandth chance, they will fight for it regardless of their own safety.
"It's the merchant's little girl, Shang Qianqiu."
As soon as Ruan Fei finished speaking, Shang Zhengan fell down with an earthy look on his face.
"That's my daughter, my daughter."
The forty-year-old man burst into tears. Even Shang Wenwu had tears in his eyes. He had been pessimistic about life and death for many years. When he encountered the death of his descendant, his heart suddenly ached.
"How can it be so useless? I have given birth to more than forty relics in my life, and they have all come back to life. You only gave birth twice, twice."
Although he could walk freely, Shang Wenwu still sat in the wheelchair given to him by Shang Qianqiu. He stroked the wheelchair with tears streaming down his face.
Unless one is willing to be ordinary, or simply relies on the accumulation of family resources and becomes a waste, a cultivator must compete with people, relics, and time in this life. Being high may seem wonderful, but the price to pay is extremely high.
"Condolences"
Yan Xuankong patted the two of them on the shoulders. In the more than twenty or thirty years he had been guarding Hushan, he had seen too many of the most favored men fall.
"It's just about life and death."
Shang Wenwu choked, took out the mask and put it firmly on his face.
"You useless guy, stand up for me. If you can't cultivate effectively, just give birth to a few more."
After hitting Shang Zheng'an who was lying on the ground with a stick, the business leader finally began to control his emotions.
Among the ruins, if there is a death, if no one takes it out, there will be no bones left. Even if a tomb is erected, there will only be a burial mound.
The figures of the two people gradually drifted away, and they left early in the aircraft.
“Two days left”
Ruan Fei looked at the time and then looked at Yan Xuankong.
The mood of the two of them is also tense. After several generations of hard work, the result may be seen in two days.
"Sacred Mountain of South Australia"
In the training camp, Yan Xingxia was waving his swords randomly. There were only a few forces that could cause chaos in the arrival time of the ruins. Each of them was bigger than the Yan family. Even he did not dare to invade the Ying Kingdom.
In that case, just raise the knife and kill him.
"Holy bones, hum, I will give you a hard blow after I get it, let's see who can hurt whom."
On top of the tall building, the calm-looking middle-aged man stopped reading. He held up a telescope, looked at it, and then put it back.
"This old man has been practicing swordsmanship for so long. It's interesting. Do you want to kill people?"
The middle-aged man smiled, and he was no longer seen in the tall building. In this muddy water, unless necessary, he didn't want to be on the front line anymore.
"I think we should stay apart."
"How far?"
"We have to retreat ten kilometers anyway."
The two old men with dark faces seemed to sense some unknown aura.
"But we are not afraid of Old Man Yan."
"Where's that old man Situ? Who knows where he's hiding? We just smuggled in. Don't let two people join forces and kill us with one sword at a time."
"Hmph, don't talk about that old Yin B, I get upset when I hear his name."
"Let's go, no matter if the trap doesn't trick anyone, let's go somewhere else to play."
In the hotel, two old men checked out of the hotel early for a seven-day trip. They arrogantly called a car and left.
"Grand Master, the existences that I was following have all left now."
"Hmph, these rats."
Yan Xingxia continued to wield his sword, his intention to kill was slowly gathering. If someone wanted to come in two days later to find out, he would use his long-awaited sword to teach him how to behave.
Some people retreated, some entered, and some looked around. The opening of the Hushan ruins this time was so sudden that the Yan family was not prepared, let alone some domestic and foreign forces.
"Huh"
Ruan Fei looked at the bluestone millstone, the light spot marking Xu Zhi, and suddenly took action. On the millstone map, layers of black shadows continued to unfold. The light spot's path was very strange, ignoring any obstacles at all. Moreover, on the millstone map,
In terms of speed, it was beyond the normal speed of human walking. Ruan Fei's eyes were filled with strange colors. Even though he had many experiences in ruins, he had no idea what Xu Zhi was doing at this time.
"Tell me, is it possible that it's the bone dragon?"
Ruan Fei looked at Yan Xuankong. After all, the Hushan ruins were low-level ruins with limited power. Only this bone dragon was an accident.
Judging from the videos of the students, the bone dragon has powerful strength, far better than these children who entered the ruins. If they encounter the bone dragon, Shang Qianqiu's accident will make sense. After all, she is also a veteran who has entered the ruins once.
The ordinary creatures in it would hardly pose a fatal threat to her. Even if she couldn't defeat them, they could at least escape.
According to Xu Zhi's current whereabouts, he was either captured by the bone dragon, or he was riding on the back of the bone dragon and training it.
Ruan Fei and Yan Xuankong were shocked, and for a moment, they didn't know how to express themselves.
Everything has to wait until the ruins are over and Xu Zhi can survive to get a final and definite answer.
Otherwise, everything will be hidden in the ruins, and people will not know the past.
"I hope he can come out. I'm very optimistic about this kid. That little merchant girl is a pity. I think he will be greatly stimulated."
Yan Xuankong whispered, looking at the blue millstone blankly, hoping that this ruin built with human lives and money could give enough feedback.
"Death, death, get used to it. When the hard bones die, all that's left is a pile of soft bones."
Ruan Fei didn't know what he thought of, and he spat hard on the ground.