God's Summoner

Chapter 1932 Yuanshi Tianzun who is about to die
"Are you surprised?!"

Yuanshi Tianzun smiled, like an extremely kind old man, looking down at Yang Jian lovingly.

Yang Jian……

Really surprised! ! !
You know, since countless countless years ago, Yuanshi Tianzun followed Hongjun Daozu to resist foreign demons, cultivated to a great success, and turned into a saint.

It can almost be said that he is the strongest person in the world.

However, the most powerful saint in the past is now crouching on a jade bed, with an extremely thin body, and his long hair is withered like weeds.

Under the long hair, his face was covered with scars, and there were a few wounds where the bones were deep. The white bones were stained with black blood. It didn't look like a living person, but a zombie.

scary zombies.

In addition, he was missing a right arm, leaving the right sleeve of the sackcloth empty and fluttering in the wind.

With such a face, how could Yang Jian not be surprised? !
Seeing the surprise in Yang Jian's eyes and the complex emotions, Yuanshi Tianzun raised his hand, perhaps wanting to stroke his hair lightly.

However, he couldn't even complete this simple movement smoothly. His raised left hand was trembling and weak like an old man after suffering from epilepsy.

But even so, Yuanshi Tianzun's eyes still shone with firm light, smiling at Yang Jian.

"Master, I... I'll come!!!"

Seeing such a scene, the old eyes of Nanji Xianweng next to Yuanshi Tianzun immediately burst into tears, and slowly stretched out his hand.

Having been a disciple for many years and serving Yuanshi Tianzun for many years, Nanji Xianweng has a deep affection for his master.

At this moment, with trembling fingers, he squatted halfway beside Yuanshi Tianzun, and slowly draped Yuanshi Tianzun's withered yellow hair like weeds behind his shoulders.

During the whole process, Nanji Xianweng's movements were extremely slow, as if he was afraid that his movements would not be gentle enough, so that his master would feel a little bit of pain.

"okay!"

After tidying up his hair, Yuanshi Tianzun smiled slightly, and gently raised his left hand to pat the Antarctic fairy.

The Antarctic Immortal was terrified and wanted to retreat in a hurry, but suddenly he felt something strange. He hurriedly looked up, only to find that the left hand of Yuanshi Tianzun was completely dry, and the skin was stuck to the branch-like hand like wrinkled paper. on the bone.

Seeing such a scene, Nanji Xianweng couldn't help bursting into grief, weeping silently, the crystal-clear teardrops slowly fell, and wet the withered left hand.

Because, he knows...

Yuanshi Tianzun is going! ! !
Like the Antarctic fairy, Yang Jian also noticed this scene, and couldn't help opening his mouth, his whole body seemed to be bombarded by violent thunder.

He could never have imagined that Yuanshi Tianzun repelled his blow just now...it was actually the last shot of this saint in this world.

Thinking of this, Yang Jian's lips moved with great difficulty, and he spoke his first words after seeing Yuanshi Tianzun.

"Are you here to ask for death?!"

……

"Are you here to ask for death?!"

Although Yang Jian was moved, but...still cold, he pointed the spear in his hand and spoke coldly.

However, no matter how cruel he is, no matter how ruthless he pretends to be, Yang Jian's heart is still beating violently when he looks at the saint with withered hair, skinny bones, scars all over his body and the shape of a ghost in front of him.

Hearing Yang Jian's cold words, Yuanshi Tianzun just smiled slightly.

However, the skin and flesh on his face seemed to have stiffened, and the corners of his lips moved for a while, but he couldn't show a smile. Instead, it made people feel a little miserable, but the smile in those bright eyes was very strong.

At this moment, Guang Chengzi and the other golden immortals also recovered from the shock, and crawled from the ground to Yuanshi Tianzun one by one on their knees, crying like children.

"Master, go back to the mountain!!!"

"We don't care about this world anymore."

"Master, go... let's go!"

Looking at the disciples who were crying together, and thinking of the other disciples who have died tragically on the Shituoling, Rao Yuanshi Tianzun had already seen through life and death, so he couldn't help feeling a little sad at this moment.

However, this trace of sadness was quickly suppressed by him.

Immediately, Yuanshi Tianzun shook his head, gently retracted his withered hand, pointed at Yang Jian, and said with a smile.

"Go... I can't go, the matter has not been clarified yet, how to go."

Yang Jian became nervous when he heard this, but his face was calm, and he said coldly.

"Old man, what can happen between you and me? Don't talk again, just shoot me."

During the words, Yang Jian sternly shouted, and the spear in his hand was like lightning, piercing Yuanshi Tianzun's face.

"Bold!!!"

Next to him, the Antarctic Immortal yelled wildly, intending to fly up to stop him, but at this moment, Yuanshi Tianzun suddenly turned his head, his eyes froze, and the Antarctic Immortal seemed to have been severely injured, his complexion darkened, and he was unable to move.

As for Guang Chengzi and others, they are seriously injured at this moment, so how can they stop Yang Jian? !
Between lightning and flint, Yang Jian shot through the air, and the tip of the gun was close to Yuanshi Tianzun's forehead.

However, Yuanshi Tianzun didn't move, and looked at Yang Jian with a half-smile.

Under this smile, Yang Jian's face was full of struggles, and he suddenly snarled, forcibly restrained the momentum of the spear, rolled his body in a circle to release the huge force from the spear, and then ground his teeth and looked at Yuanshi Tianzun.

Regarding Yang Jian's behavior, Yuanshi Tianzun seemed to have already guessed it, and couldn't help grinning at this moment, and spoke again.

"When a person is about to die, his words are also kind. Yang Jian, do you have time to listen to me tell you about the past?!"

In the words, Yuanshi Tianzun's face full of scars showed a faint compassion and incomparable firmness, and a clear light appeared on his body, which was soft.

"Say it!!!"

Yang Jian suddenly laughed at himself, and plunged the spear in his hand into the ground with his backhand.

Seeing him like this, the smile on Yuanshi Tianzun's face became even stronger, he laughed and said: "Haha, counting the years, we have not seen you and me for a thousand years."

Speaking of this, Yuanshi Tianzun seemed extremely happy. Looking at his scarred and mottled face at this time, he didn't feel terrible. Instead, he felt a perseverance that seemed to have been accumulated for thousands of years.

"Are you going to say it or not?"

Yang Jian suddenly shouted, very rude.

After being drank by him, Yuanshi Tianzun didn't show any anger on his face, but instead laughed at himself.

"Yeah, I'm running out of time, and it's really not suitable for reminiscing about the old days. Yang Jian, now there is a piece of magic technique and a piece of old news that I want to tell you. Which one do you want to hear first?!"

Seeing how miserable he has become, seeing how kind his attitude is, and thinking of his imminent passing away, Yang Jian couldn't help but sigh in his heart, put away the frosty coldness on his face, tried to squeeze out a trace of respect, and said.

"Listen to the old news first!"

(End of this chapter)