The cold wind blows like a knife.

Under everyone's gaze, the flesh and blood on Liansheng's mother fell like withered petals.

After only a few breaths, she could not see any flesh on her head, upper body, limbs, and her naked body was covered with white bones!

Cut into pieces!

"ah!"

It seems to be more painful than being cut into pieces, and there is a resentful whirring sound that can pierce the eardrums from the void.

Liansheng's mother was furious to the limit:

"Strange, do you dare to destroy my Dharma body?!"

boom!

Heavy landing, blood gushing, Yang Yu's eyes were as fierce as ghosts and gods walking out of the underworld:

"So what?!"

At this moment, he was extremely embarrassed, but all the eyes that looked at him were full of fear and awe.

No matter how embarrassed he is at this moment, no matter what means he uses, what huge price he pays.

But he really killed the old monster who had survived for more than 3,000 years in full view of everyone.

This is something that no one has ever done in three thousand years!

Not available for three thousand years!

"Invincible..."

Feeling the extremely fierce look in sight, Chu Tianyi's body trembled and he didn't dare to look directly at his gaze.

And his heart was filled with this thought like everyone present.

"Yang Yu..."

Unconsciously let go of his hand holding the child, Qi Daoguang let out a long breath, and while he was exhausted, it was also very complicated.

He was as rebellious as him, and he couldn't help but remain silent.

Then, he turned around and rushed towards the panicked Liansheng scholars in the square. Under Fang Tian's painting halberd, blood flowed into a river.

Lu Qingting wanted to speak but stopped, but he just silently caught the Seven Tribulation Sword.

After leaving the sword, Yu Bai's eyebrows were also very complicated, shocked, admired, and had many doubts and worries.

After standing for a long time, he looked at Master Huandan, who was sitting among the monks of Lanke Temple.

The old monk who had been entangled with him for half his life died before his older self...

"I won..."

He bowed slightly and sighed in his heart that the same life is not long, and he is not afraid of returning to the alchemy, nor is he afraid of himself.

Unfortunately, his magical powers have no effect on the battle situation, and even if he wants to fight for his life, he will not have a chance.

boom!

The crowd had different thoughts. When they retreated or stayed, another thunder sounded in the city.

"You are a great Martial Saint, who specializes in doing such a savory thing. You are really a shame to the Martial Saint!"

The two colors of lightning returned in a moment, and Wang Muzhi, dressed in clothes, stood behind Yang Yu, forcing Ning Wuqiu, who had sneaked from the void.

"There shouldn't be a second Zhang Xuanba in this world!"

Ning Wuqiu's voice echoed inside and outside the city, while the man flew away from him in a vague way.

He was extremely fast and knew the principle of running away thousands of miles without hitting a single attack. Even Wang Muzhi and Qi Daoguang could not catch up with him.

"Amitabha……"

He looked deeply at Yang Yu who was sitting in the ruins. Guangjue clasped his hands together, bowed slightly, and turned around and left.

A group of monks who survived by chance followed one after another.

None of them said anything, but the ghost-like eyes in the ruins couldn't hide in their hearts.

Even after many years, it cannot be forgotten.

...

...

Huh ~

Heavy snow blew through the undulating Dayan Mountains with the cold wind.

In a dense forest, Dao Ren Lin coughed up blood repeatedly, as if he was hurting the origin, but his expression was unprecedented.

Holding the palm-sized locust wood in both hands, he walked carefully, and as he walked, he couldn't help crying.

He knew that the master was inside the locust tree, but he could not see or hear it at all, and could only sense him vaguely.

"Go back, go back. Yang Yu has a life and death book, there must be a way, there must be a way..."

There were tears in the corners of his eyes and sweat on his forehead. He walked out of Dayan Mountain carefully. He did not deal with the people and animals he met on the road and retreated in advance.

He really didn't want any more twists and turns.

Huh ~

He was paying attention to the locust tree in his palm, but did not see the surging clouds and mist in the Dayan Mountains behind him.

And that calm and indifferent gaze.

"I still remember that you promised a certain family to take care of the true seeds of martial arts practice for me in the future..."

It was a towering tree, and it could not wither in the wind and snow. On the trunk, it seemed like someone appeared on the face, like a statue of a god.

He looked faintly at the clouds and mist floating in Dayan Mountain:

"You did a good job and took care of everything in your stomach!"

"evil creature……"

The extremely painful voice of resentment spread out from the clouds and mist. Immediately, I noticed the existence of the giant tree statue and turned into a muffled groan:

"If I had no old body, most of the martial arts in the world would be lost! Isn't this considered taking care of?"

"It is really the nature of human beings, what if it does..."

The giant tree statue sighed.

"Bharma, sloppy, epileptic monk, Gao Jia, Zhang Yuanzhu, Zhang Xuanba... You have eaten most of the fruits accumulated in three thousand years."

The voice of the statue is cold and solemn:

"You have to spit it out!"

"You want to attack me?"

The clouds and mist suddenly rioted, accompanied by a violent collision of qi:

"impossible!"

boom!

The huge muffled sound was transmitted to more than ten miles away, and people heard it in many villages that lived on Dayan Mountain.

Looking in horror, I saw the clouds and mists in the entire Dayan Mountain rolling, as if Buddha's light was flashing.

It was like a moment, or a long time, and the violent fluctuations subsided.

"I promise you to go out for my brother, because I want you to cut off his path on my behalf and to open up the way for martial arts, not to kill him..."

The faces on the giant tree gradually faded until they disappeared:

"You, remember!"

"you!"

The voice under the clouds was resentful and unwilling to accept it. She seemed to want to say something, but eventually turned into a sneer of unknown significance:

"You will regret it!"

call!

The Buddha's light disappeared, the giant tree burned itself in the wind and snow, and the ethereal sound returned to nothingness:

"I never regret it!"

...

...

call!

suck!

The long breathing sounds blew the wind and snow inside and outside the city.
To be continued...