Bai Yueguang, who was dressed as a hero and died prematurely

Chapter 24 Crisis
The cold wind howled, and the snow swept the wind and blurred the vision.

In the blur, there was a thin young man staggering in the snow, dragging a doll-like person in his hand, a long bloodstain was drawn on the snow, which was soon covered by heavy snow.

The man was dragged by the collar by the boy, and his legs were dragged on the ground. His hair covered his entire face, and he couldn't see his face clearly. It could only be seen that his body was seriously injured, and he was gurgling with the boy's rough dragging. Blood.

Looking closer, I found that the person being dragged had no wounds on his body, but the boy suffered severe injuries to his abdomen and left shoulder. fell into the snow.

A ridiculous thing just happened.

Fuqiao and the sect team got lost, oh no, to be precise, he got lost on purpose, because he had some sense of this direction, and he always felt that he should come, so he came.

He believed in intuition the most, and indeed relied on intuition to escape countless killings.

Who would have thought that they could bump into people in this place where the birds don't shit, or the two of them. The clothes looked like they belonged to a small sect not far from the Nether Mountain.

The man already has a king's early stage cultivation, so logically speaking, he shouldn't be unknown. I don't know why I haven't heard of this character. The woman has a mid-stage diamond cultivation, and she looks a little familiar.

Or kill them all, but that man is a bit difficult to deal with, he held the sword in his hand.

The woman's delicate voice yelled, "It's you again! You must die here today!"

The sharp sound hurt Fuqiao's ears.

Oh, he suddenly remembered, it was the young lady who was rejected by the swaggering colored glaze stones.

Holding the flaming red sword in her hand, she rushed over. Fuqiao was stunned when he saw the red color. She got the chance and pierced his left shoulder.

With a expressionless face, Fuqiao pulled out the sword stuck in his shoulder with his bare hands, and stared straight at Ye Linglan.

Mu Zifeng next to him also reacted in time and stood in front of Fuqiao.

Mu Zifeng frowned, "Linglan, why are you hurting someone?"

Fuqiao behind him smiled slowly, without moving his eyebrows and eyes, the corners of his mouth widened, and raised his sword at Mu Zifeng.

Ye Linglan opened her eyes wide, and quickly threw the cassock over her body to block the sword.

She frowned, "Brother Zifeng, get out of the way! I must kill him today!"

Mu Zifeng didn't seem to feel any danger, and kept talking.

"When did Linglan become so vicious? Or have you always been like this? Senior Sister Yuan Ye's injury is not healed yet."

Ye Linglan's eyes widened sadly, unable to understand why her brother Zifeng suddenly said that to her, and then he was so angry that brother Zifeng didn't believe her! !
Why does brother Zifeng always stand in front of people she hates like this!
Ye Linglan took off the bracelet on her hand, fixed the person directly, flew forward and threw the person into the huge pit in the distance.

Ye Linglan's bright face was full of anger, "Brother Zifeng, you should just stay here for a while."

She turned around and continued to attack Fuqiao, and the scarlet sword transformed into a flame bird.

"Chirp!" hummed in the sky.

Fuqiao held his sword in front of him to resist.

"Snapped."

The sword broke.

The red sword directly pierced Fuqiao's abdomen, and a burst of energy and blood surged, Fuqiao swallowed the surging blood and smiled strangely.

Exactly what he wanted.

He looked straight at Ye Linglan, and said:
"look at me."

Ye Linglan was bewitched by the voice, her pupils were dilated, and when she met Fuqiao's gaze, she felt dizzy in her brain, and she lost her will when she let go of her hands and tilted her body.

Fuqiao pulled out the red sword expressionlessly, and spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow".

When he stepped forward to grab Ye Linglan's neck and wanted to strangle her to death, there was a clanking sound in his spiritual consciousness, which stabbed his nerves, and he couldn't move his body.

The chattering old man kept nagging.

"As my heir, how can you be so cruel! We want to save lives and heal the wounded!"

This thing has appeared since he gave birth to the spiritual root, and somehow it has lodged in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Fuqiao has killing intent in his heart, but his complexion is dull, that's all, he can't kill anyone yet, so he has to let go, leaving only a horrific blue-purple pinch mark.

It's okay to not kill her and make her suffer a little bit.

Fuqiao planted poison on Ye Linglan's body, and when she was emotional, she thought that life would be better than death.

Heh, thinking of her desperately protecting the boy, it must be interesting then.

The young man kicked the red sword away, and dragged him to the depths of the snow mountain.

The boy finally found a satisfactory pothole and threw the person in his hand into it.

After throwing it in, I remembered something, and went to touch her storage bag again.

After getting the storage bag, he summoned a sword in his hand, cut a wound on the man's index finger neatly, pressed the storage bag up, and the confinement was lifted instantly.

There are many magic weapons and clothes inside, but unfortunately they are all women's clothes, Fuqiao's face is blackened.

In desperation, he took out a white feather coat and put it on.

Fuqiao no longer looked at the dead people on the ground, but stared at the heavy snow falling from the sky with heavy eyes.

Last year, it was also a day when it was snowing heavily, and he was sitting in the courtyard looking at the sky like this, full of thoughts about how to get out of the four directions. It was Ruan Xingzhu who tiptoed and put a shawl on him from behind.

"Xiaoqiao, I believe you are an eagle. You can't be trapped here. One day you will break out of the cage and take revenge. Believe me."

The girl's shy and concerned words are still like yesterday.

Girls really did.

The red pierced his eyes.

The girl exchanged her young and passionate life for his flying wings.

Thinking of this, Fuqiao's expression turned ugly.

It is unknown who stole Ruan Xingzhu's body from the Forbidden Mountain.

That place is so hidden that he even set up a seal.

Could it be that the group of people are so excessive that they don't even let the corpses go?
No, it shouldn't be, they don't have to.

Fuqiao clenched his fists, the person who stole the body had better pray that Ruan Xingzhu is okay, otherwise.
The young man's eyes were dark, and what was burning inside was unexplained ruthlessness.

Otherwise, if he digs three feet into the ground, he will cut that person to pieces.

Fuqiao looked at Ye Linglan in the eye hole again, and sneered, he didn't know where this idiot had the guts to kill him.

Doesn't this idiot have any brains? He still wants to kill him with that little three-legged cat kung fu, but he never thought that if he is really in the late platinum stage now, how could the elders rest assured that he will enter the mustard mustache secret realm.

his true strength
Fuqiao looked at the orb magic weapon with hidden strength at his waist, narrowed his eyes, he still couldn't beat that spiritual sense.

Moreover, his true strength has not yet been made public, and he has to kill him with one blow to avenge his hatred.

It has to be stronger.

If it wasn't for Ye Linglan's magic weapon, why would he be injured.

Gathering up his thoughts, Fuqiao walked towards the depths of the snow-capped mountains.

He had a hunch that it was almost here.

"Wow!" A wolf howled like a piercing sound, shaking the surrounding snow all at once.

Fuqiao raised his eyes, and saw a lone wolf not far away staring at him.

The wolf roared like a rainbow, its eyes were fierce, and it moved quickly. When it came up, it bumped into the supporting bridge twice, and then the surrounding fog rose up, blocking the view.

Fuqiao was caught off guard and was knocked down. He had no time to dodge, and he couldn't even see the wolf's movements. He was startled.

It turned out to be an earth-level low-level monster!
No matter how precious this Mustard Seed Sumeru Secret Realm is, it is specially aimed at disciples below the king. Where did the earth-level monsters come from!

There must be a lot of treasures here!
Fuqiao's sword was broken, he tore off a piece of his robe and stood up.

Oh, he never believed in fate.

If the sky wants to kill him, he will destroy the sky; if the monster wants to put him to death, he will kill the monster.

That piece of robe was completely covered by water little by little with his hand, and then slowly covered with a layer of ice crystals, condensing into the Ice Staff Sword.

Fuqiao waved his sword energy in all directions, majestic.

From time to time, the lone wolf showed its claws and pierced through the robe, leaving a few claw marks that pierced the bone behind Fuqiao, and Fuqiao hid in a panic.

The sword energy struck in that direction, but there was no movement again, like the surface of a lake without waves.

Hiss, this monster is so fierce, I can't see its movements clearly, and there is this thick fog.

Fuqiao frowned, endured the pain, and dodged vigilantly, keeping his hands busy, poured the panacea from the storage bag into his mouth desperately.

"The old man can use your strength, what do you think?"

The spiritual consciousness in his spiritual consciousness began to speak again.

Fuqiao frowned, he didn't believe that there was a pie in the sky.And this bad old man didn't like him from the beginning to the end, he just kept talking, threatening his spiritual consciousness when he was about to kill someone.

"puff."

Fuqiao was slapped away by the paw of the lone wolf again, and the ice stick sword also fell in the distance, making a crisp "jingle".

He spit out blood profusely, and the blood ran down the corner of his lips on the snow, blooming magnificent and coquettish flowers.

His body was full of wounds, his left shoulder, abdomen, back, knees, legs, etc. The wounds were burning and stinging, and he no longer had the strength to stand up and pick up the sword.

hateful.

The blood and temperature in the body are slowly losing.

The boy was lying in the snow, and the sky was covered with snowflakes, which made people feel so desolate, so desperate, lifeless and lifeless like a dead person.

Fuqiao blinked his eyelashes slightly, feeling the temperature of the melting snow on his face, and couldn't help but feel that his eyes began to moisten.

It is said that a man does not shed tears lightly, he endured the humiliation for so long, finally obtained the spiritual root and was able to practice, is it going to fall short?
No, absolutely not!

Fuqiao's eyes are sinister and paranoid, even if he sacrifices his body and soul, he must take revenge and go to the peak of the world of cultivating immortals to have a look.

He finally spoke, "What do you want."

"I want you to enter a stone cave. The inheritance in the cave belongs to you, and all the treasures belong to me." The old man smiled.

"it is good."

From the moment he agreed, his body burst out with a dazzling light that broke through the fog, and his body began to be filled with inexhaustible elemental spiritual power, nourishing his dantian, and repairing the wounds of many years ago bit by bit.

Fuqiao felt that his whole body was full of strength, and now he at least had the cultivation level of the Great Perfection of the King.

All the wounds on his body had healed, only the blood dripping on his back showed his embarrassment just a second ago.

He stood up, smiling wickedly.

It's different with the elemental spiritual power. Now he doesn't need to rely on his eyes to see things, but by feeling the fluctuations of the elements. Everything here is invisible to him.

Now the lone wolf's movements are slightly clear in his eyes, frame by frame, as if opened fifty times slower.

"Heh, what about earth-level monsters?"

This time Fuqiao directly unleashed a world-shattering coercion, and the flashing figure grabbed the lone wolf by the neck and lifted him up.

With a sound of "touch", the monster's head exploded directly in his hand, and slightly cold blood and minced meat splashed onto Fuqiao's face.

Fuqiao smiled lightly, threw the back half of the monster, and let it burn out of thin air.

The flames were blazing, printing Fuqiao's face red, he smiled and licked the minced meat from the corner of his mouth, and swallowed it, like a devil descending into the world.

"Sweet."

　In the future, everyone who works part-time must negotiate with the boss in advance, otherwise it will be a free job.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)