"Stop him, they are!"

"Don't let this thief who killed the little master escape!"

"If you kill me, the city lord said that the reward for the corpse is the same, and there is no need to live!"

“…”

The crowd was filled with emotions, and a large number of soldiers and scattered cultivators pursued the wasteland. 8 Novel `Mingdao remained silent, fighting and retreating with Chen Weiming on his back. He had tried his best to escape to the wilderness, which was meaningless. The rule of this land, the empire had reached the level of Yanyun Pavilion in the West Sea continent, and it was impossible to escape without disappearing.

At this moment, the only thing that made him feel that it was not extremely bad was that this was the frontier of the empire, and there was no war on the coast. The soldiers here were not very strong in cultivation.

"ah!"

The long sword in his hand is like a poisonous dragon shuttled through, and there were casualties wherever he passed. The pursuit these days has made the killer sword technique with death as the power to go a step further, and the experience of death is even more profound.

Amid the screams, a large number of soldiers retreated in panic before standing still. They were also surprised by the young killer in front of them. They were clearly in the foundation building stage, and they seemed to be very tired, but their combat power was as if they had reached the Dan Cultivation Stage.

"Let me go...let me down!"

Chen Weiming said weakly. He had woken up for a long time, so he naturally saw the current situation clearly. If he was alone, Ming Dao might not be able to escape, but if he continued to take him with him, he would definitely die.

The pain in the heart was paralyzed, and the loss of blood and qi was too severe, he could not feel any pain, only a kind of weakness, so weak that he was exhausted and gave up everything.

He who practices the Eye of Destruction and Destruction of Truth Likes to Calculate the Battle Trajectory, Calculate the Depletion of True Qi, and... Life. He can calculate that he can hold on for at most two days in this situation. Two days later, if there is no magical medicine to save him, he will undoubtedly die.

"Shut up and sleep with you!"

Ming Dao vetoed the other party's proposal without hesitation. At this time, another soldier came from another direction, surrounded him with attacks from front and back, with thousands of people.

"Let me go, you can still escape... There is no need to do this... We... are not brothers!"

Chen Weiming advised again, but he couldn't explain what he was thinking at this moment. If he really wanted to summarize, he would probably have only one sentence: If a person is about to die, his words will be good.

Ming Dao said in a deep voice: "I am a killer, not a villain. If you are injured to save me, I will not leave you and escape alone."

"We are all killers... everything is for self-protection... no one is responsible for whom's life and death!"

"Shut up and you!" Ming Dao shouted in a deep voice: "Sleep with your energy. If you really want to be righteous, you will be broken by yourself. If you die, I will naturally lose you. Who would want to run around with a body on your back?"

“…”

Chen Weiming was also speechless. Humans are very interesting lives. They can be fearless of danger or death, but suicide only... it seems to be a very difficult thing. At least the hardest thing he accepts is suicide. Even if he only breathes, he will never commit suicide.

"Kill him!"

Someone shouted loudly, and thousands of soldiers and scattered cultivators came around to kill the two of them.

"ah!"

The Nether Knife roared, and a strange force appeared around him, and then turned into ripples on the lake to rush towards the four directions. The rippling light and the cry of death were swept across the four directions in an instant.

"Well!"

Chen Weiming trembled all over and felt a terrible mental attack, carrying a powerful true energy to his face, causing him to almost fly out of the back of the Nether Knife.

The soldiers and cultivators from all directions all trembled with a breath, and then they fell like grasshoppers in autumn, like rain.

The eyes of breaking the delusion and keeping the truth swept away, and Chen Weiming was also secretly shocked and his heart was filled with air. Everyone was dead. Before the wave of death just now, everyone was killed by the strange power.

What a strong death ripple... Chen Weiming sighed in his heart. Perhaps this is the real killer weapon of the Nether Sword. He can kill so many soldiers and casual cultivators in the Qi Training and Foundation Establishment stages in an instant. This move is comparable to the Qinglian Sword Song... The Qinglian Sword Song he used.

"Ahem!!"

The Ming Dao was exhausted, half kneeling on the ground, coughing continuously, and even coughing out a large mouthful of blood. This move was so fast and lethal, all of which were top magical powers. Naturally, such moves could not be used at will, and he felt extremely uncomfortable in his body at this moment.

Chen Weiming gasped heavily, closed his eyes, and fell into a coma again. The death ripple just now, even though the Nether Knife had tried his best to control it, it still had an impact on him.

After coughing for a moment, Mingdao gritted his teeth, stood up again, and ran away with Chen Weiming on his back. The imperial kingdom was extremely strict and the intelligence system was integrated. The battle here would soon be revealed. The situation was worrying, and he needed to find a place to recover.

All the way, he was confused and stumbling all the way. Chen Weiming woke up all the time and was in a coma at all times. He seemed to be in a state of ice and fire, and was in pain. If he had not always cherished his life, or had no strength in his body, it would be difficult to blink his eyes, he would have to break himself at this moment.

I don’t know how long it took, but when Chen Weiming woke up again, he found himself in a stone chamber. The stone chamber was very big and there was no arrangement, just a square stone. At this moment, he felt slow and a little confused. He could see that there seemed to be several huge black shadows in the stone chamber.

Ming Dao was sitting cross-legged and regulating his breathing. His condition was not very good at this time.

Chen Weiming used his only remaining spiritual power to explore his body. After some investigation, he had to face a fact that the situation was extremely bad.

Although the heart-eating Gu blocked most of the gap in the wound, the wound never recovered, but instead rotted to a large extent. The whole heart seemed to be a ripe peach, and it would be damaged with a slight touch.

One day...at most, even if the ripe peaches don't rot, I should die.

Chen Weiming felt a little unwilling. He finally survived from the plain of despair. Until now, he even learned a trick of the Qinglian Sword Song, but now he dies silently here.

Time? Destiny?

He doesn't believe in fate, even if he is always subject to various things, he believes that as long as he tries his best, he will eventually have a day of free life. But at this moment, he is not allowed to do so.

"Hurry up, you go there, you go here, and the others come in with me. Even if you have three meters of Jedi, you must find them."

There was noisy sound outside, and pursuers came over.

Ming Dao woke up and saw Chen Weiming with his eyes open, he hurriedly asked, "How is it?"

Chen Weiming did not answer, but asked, "Where is this?"

"A deserted temple!"

A deserted temple? Such a large deserted temple is hard to see... Chen Weiming felt aroused in his heart and asked again: "What deserted temple!"

"It seems to be called...Pangu Temple!"
Chapter completed!