Wilderness Live

Chapter 1700 The old monk passed away? 【Come and subscribe】

"it is good."

The shouts of the two seniors were mixed with Maomao's cheerful reply, and Jia Long was relieved to hear it.

The fighting power of the three and one bear is completely guaranteed, so Jia Long is quite relieved.

The four figures swept through the wind and clouds all the way, using Jia Long's swordsmanship as the vanguard, cutting across, leaving behind twisted tree root residues all over the place.

They coincided with each other, each identified a position, and spread out towards the two sides.

Along the way, Jia Long led Maomao, using the Longquan sword in Jia Long's hand, which was broken but increasingly revealing the power of a magic weapon, as the main attack weapon, and pushed forward to flatten the roots protruding from the bottom of the tree stump.

The other road is an old Taoist leader, holding an ancient sword that has been used for an unknown number of years. With the edge of a real sword, he leads the old monk to work together to chop down the roots of the other road.

If it goes smoothly, the two roads will cut off all the roots on both sides, and then meet at the other end of the stump.

But only under 'smooth' circumstances.

In fact, how could it go well.

boom--

The old monk held a big iron stick in his hand and slammed it down, smashing a waist-thick tree root protruding from the bottom of a tree stump with one stick.

"Whoosh-"

The old monk was on the verge of falling, with several injuries and high-intensity fighting, which made him already at the end of his strength.

The old buddy in his hand, the big iron stick that was invincible in the past, is now as heavy as a thousand catties, and there is a feeling that he cannot lift it.

He suddenly remembered why there was a gap between him and the old Taoist.

It has nothing to do with whether the combat power is long or short, but whether it is reasonable to argue with heavy weapons...

"It seems that he still has some truth, but I, the old monk, am not in the state of exhaustion, so I won't fall here!"

The old monk struggled to turn the giant iron stick. After one turn, his divine power exploded, and he swung down a thick tree root.

But because of the effort, his movements became a little sluggish.

"whee……"

Behind the next tree root, there is a small smiling figure, its eyes are blood red, it looks like a human child, but it looks like a monkey.

When the old monk burst out his strength and smashed towards the root of the tree, the tiny figure laughed like a child, and then jumped up nimbly.

bang——

The old monk's iron rod swept down, and with his powerful figure, he smashed the iron rod on the root of the tree, smashing it to pieces.

But the incomparably nimble little figure became active like a baby, and its monkey-like dexterous feet stepped on the old monk's big iron stick, and then rushed towards the old monk's cheek along the iron stick.

"not good!"

The old monk was careless and didn't notice this weird little animal was coming, and it was so fast that it ran to the front of the old monk's arm in a short time.

The sharp claws stretched out eight or nine centimeters thick nails, aimed at the old monk's muscular chest, and pierced in with one claw!

puff.

"evil creature!"

The old monk staggered, let go of the big iron stick in his hand, and slapped this monster like a naughty boy and a monkey on the forehead, cracking its head and rolling away into the distance.

"Monk, how are you?"

The old Taoist leader standing in front of him was shocked, and asked quickly.

"It's okay, let's fight."

The old monk's chest was already covered in blood, but he waved his hand to indicate that it was okay.

The old Taoist leader is also an extraordinary master. Although he was surprised in his heart, he kept his arms, and his swordsmanship was extremely sharp, and he cut through the roots of the tree stump monster more quickly.

In the meantime, there was that kind of baby-like baby monster, who jumped up from the hidden place of the tree root and launched a surprise attack on him, but because of his nimble and fast swordsmanship, the old Taoist priest killed them one by one in mid-air.

"The battle of weapons has finally come to an end..."

The old monk looked at the old Taoist of the same age who was also exhausted but still had the strength to fight, and let out a long sigh.

"Amitabha."

Then, the monk slowly sat down cross-legged on the spot, with neither sad nor happy expression, clasped his hands together, and recited Buddhist scriptures in his mouth.

"Namo Amida Poye Dotagata Ye, Duodiye Ta Amituo Povi..."

His expression gradually stretched, revealing a knowing smile.

And the sound of his reciting the Buddha's name is also gradually getting smaller, and finally it is like a mosquito, and then it completely disappears into nothingness.

The old monk closed his eyes so tightly, like falling asleep normally, without a sound.

Pyril——

Pyril——

Two sword blades, one on the left and the other on the right, circled a giant tree stump with a diameter of 30 meters, converged at one place, and cut off a wriggling tree root with a thick waist and abdomen of an adult.

When the last tree root was cut off, the huge giant tree stump seemed to have no ability to move anymore. The giant body trembled for a while, and after that, a large amount of stinky red liquid spewed from each root, and it could no longer move.

"This tree stump monster has so many roots, and there are hundreds of tap roots. I'm exhausted."

Jia Long was free now, and wiped off her sweat.

"Where is Mao Mao's inner line?"

Followed by, Maomao, who had almost done nothing, also wiped his forehead.

Originally thought that the senior Taoist priest would chat with him, but Jia Long found that the kind senior Taoist priest had a serious expression at this time, and did not respond to Jia Long's words at all.

puff……

He even turned his head and walked back, as if he didn't want to give Jia Long face.

"Ok?"

Jia Long was startled for a moment, then seemed to think of something, her delicate face suddenly turned pale.

Without saying a word, she followed behind the old Taoist priest and walked to the other side of the tree stump together.

It didn't take long, at the same time as the old Taoist senior, she discovered the old monk who seemed to be in meditation, like a real eminent monk, cross-legged in meditation.

Blood soaked his chest, and there was a small claw wound on it that pierced through the heart, which was vividly visible.

At the moment of seeing this scene, Jia Long felt his chest shrink suddenly, and indescribable emotions arose spontaneously from the bottom of his heart.

Not breathing.

One of Long Xia's famous Dinghai Shenzhen needles, the senior monk who had guarded Long Xia for decades, unexpectedly died in battle, passed away here...

Jia Long felt that he didn't lose much strength in the fierce battle just now, but now his whole body was limp, like noodles, and he couldn't stand upright.

buzzing.

At this moment, it's not just her.

The drone did not dodge, but remained steadfast, following in the footsteps of Jia Long, faithfully recorded the scene of the old monk, who died cross-legged on the edge of the battlefield, and then conveyed it to everyone in the world...

The death of a super master is something that the country to which it belongs must be mourned by the whole country.

And sitting in Longxia for dozens of years, with countless military exploits, big and small, is equivalent to the death of the old Dinghaishenzhen, and it is a big event that will shake the world.

Dinghaishenzhen not only fixed Longxia's sea, the existence of the two of them even had the effect of stabilizing the international situation.

In secret, there are many wars in the world, and it is precisely because of these two people who speak out, openly or secretly, that disputes and wars are prevented. The savior of countless people.

wow...

Far away in Longxia, the army chiefs watching this scene through the camera stood up one by one with grief-stricken faces and tears rolling down their faces.

Furthermore, it was a silent marching salute.

puff.

Long Xia's dignitaries all bowed at the same time.

Even high-level officials of all countries, military leaders, as long as they knew the past of Long Xia Dinghai Shenzhen, they all bowed their heads sincerely.

Even if they don't know what the two Dinghaishenzhen did in the past, but only know that they are ordinary netizens of Dinghaishenzhen, at this moment, all the members mourned in grief.

The whole world mourns for this unknown old monk who is over 120 years old, but still forgetting his life, dragging his aging body into the front line of the battlefield, and finally sacrificed in Xinshi Pagoda for the well-being of mankind.

Puff——

The senior Taoist with his back to Jia Long, no one could see his face clearly.

But when Jia Long was leaning against the tree stump and feeling extremely uncomfortable, he found a few crystal clear teardrops rolling at the old Taoist's feet.

That's right, the most heartbroken person in the whole world must belong to this old Taoist who is also known as the 'Shenzhen of Dinghai' along with the senior monk.

An old man over 100 years old, who has gone through countless battles, let alone sent off many comrades in arms, shouldn't be so prone to mood swings.

But senior Daoist, a figure who looks like a real immortal, still shed tears for senior monk.

Not for anything else, just because the two really have a deep friendship.

Having not been in contact for several years is not because the relationship is in the same situation, but because it is remembered deep in my heart.

The two old urchin-like super masters may have died of old age or battle without each other. Because of a comparison, they have lived together for such a long time and become stronger and stronger. Finally, they are called Long Xiading Haishenzhen together.

Now one Taoism and one monk, if one of them passed away, how could the other old Taoist not be sad?
"Senior Daoist, it's all my fault... If I had insisted just now and told you not to follow, then such a thing would not have happened. It was all my fault..."

Jia Longdai frowned, and started to choke when she spoke.

She felt it was her fault.

"No, this is the old monk's own fate, little layman, don't blame yourself."

The old Taoist waved his hand lightly, moved his footsteps lightly, approached the old monk sitting cross-legged with great difficulty, and then squatted down to straighten the lifeless monk's messy clothes.

"Old friend, you are gone too. From now on, no one in the world cares about my brother's affairs with me. Old bald donkey, old bald donkey, you are called poor, how should you deal with yourself?"

sand.

The old Taoist stood up suddenly, raised his head and looked up at the entrance of the upper passage of the tree stump.

"It's better to go back, it's better to go back, for more than 120 years, it's long enough for Yin to live."

His originally rosy face was now pale with fatigue and heartbreak.

The whole person seems to have a will to die.

bang——

Suddenly, a figure jumped up from under the tree stump at an incomparably fast speed.

Even the extremely strong old Taoist leader hadn't grasped her figure.

Clang.

A sword was placed in front of the old Taoist priest, and the strong wind swept up, blowing the old Taoist's temples into disorder.

The palm of the incoming man holding the sword trembled slightly, and his bowed body also trembled slightly because of his emotional excitement.

"Senior Daoist, you... take the body of Senior Monk down from the pagoda."

The figure with its head bowed down spoke softly in a sweet tone with a hint of heroism.

She is Jia Long.

"Little layman, this won't work."

"You go back!"

Jia Long suddenly yelled, the sound was mixed with astonishing shock waves, as if Mao Mao's Xiong Xiao skill, blowing the old man's already flying temples, as if he had encountered a level [-] typhoon.

Bit by bit of white, began to smog, and gradually covered the surface of the slim girl's body.

Yinyin - Yinyin...

As the white gradually covered her whole body bit by bit, finally, her entire delicate body was completely enveloped in white smoke.

Under the shrouded mist, a sharp sword looks like the most mysterious and powerful ancient Longxia sword.

She, with fluttering clothes, looks like a mythical fairy walking out of a painting. With the enveloping mist, everything under the mist becomes mysterious and full of power and treachery.

That's right, in front of the old Taoist leader and the eyes of countless people in the live broadcast room, Jia Long just unfolded the 'faceless skill', from the ordinary lowered head to the back, bit by bit, it changed into a Valkyrie !

The time is just right, the Valkyrie mode is turned on enough, and she reappears in the most perfect state.

"..."

There was a complete silence, not only in the live broadcast room, but even the elders standing in front of Jia Long, who had the ambition to die, were speechless because of the weird scenes.

"If you take Senior Monk back, he may still be saved."

When the faceless skills completely cover his body, a kind of temperament and familiarity that only belongs to the "Valkyrie" also arises spontaneously.

Jia Long forced himself to smile slightly, then turned lightly, and disappeared out of sight of the veteran senior.

"?"

When the Taoist heard the reputation and looked around, he saw the woman shrouded in white mist squatting on the ground, with a jade palm filled with mist, caressing the wound on the chest of the old monk.

hum...

[Uh, I didn't catch up enough words today, so I'll make up for it tomorrow. 】

(End of this chapter)