Suddenly he raised a hand and secretly used his inner strength to press an arm of the corpse in the rubble. After probing for a while, the man in white robe looked uncertain. After his eyes flickered for a few times, he said: "There is no life inside. There is no pulse."
It has stopped beating, alas...he is dead."
He stood up and shook his head. God was so jealous of such a talented person that such a person died like this. The man in white robe felt regretful for a while. Looking at Dongfang Bai, whose thin body was shaking and crying, he walked aside and put his hands on Dongfang Bai.
The remaining time was given to her.
Under a cliff, a young man in a white robe sat cross-legged on a piece of bluestone. A long sword stood in front of him. The young man sat cross-legged, with his hands on his legs and his eyes closed.
, his handsome face turns red and white.
"Cough! Cough!" A mouthful of blood spat out in front of him. The young man opened his eyes slightly, his eyes filled with confusion and sadness.
"Why? What's wrong with me?" he said to himself, wondering in his heart. When he reached a critical moment in his practice, he suddenly felt unstable. It seemed that someone very important to him was in danger of life, so he
He distracted himself from practicing and got seriously injured.
"Why do I feel this way? Who am I? And where do I come from?" The young man muttered to himself, slightly lost in thought.
After pondering, he stood up, pulled out the long sword standing on the ground, and looked at the distance from his back. He wanted to find out who this person he was almost obsessed with and who he cared about so much was.
I believe that I have no relatives or friends in this world.
Even he himself does not know his life experience. He only knows that the moment he wakes up, he is already in this world, and he strangely possesses a strong and strong inner strength. In the past few years, the young man has been constantly searching, challenging, and hoping.
All this can be found out.
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And the same thing happened in another place. This was in a space crack that was beating violently and restlessly. At the weakest point of the space riot, within a vast sealing barrier, wrapped in a silver aperture.
A strong man in black robes, with his eyes closed tightly, sat cross-legged quietly in the circle of light, and his expression showed a very painful look.
Opposite the strong man, there was also a person sitting cross-legged. He looked to be only about twenty years old, with a handsome face, skin as fair as jade, a strong body, wearing a black windbreaker, and his slender hands were glowing with yellow light at this time, facing him.
Injecting mana into the silver halo not far away, as if to maintain the operation of the silver halo.
He raised his brows and opened his eyes suddenly, but the hand injected with mana still did not stop moving. A look of shock flashed slightly, and soon he returned to his previous calmness, as if everything was as he expected.
"What I was worried about finally happened. I just didn't expect it to happen so quickly. To be able to kill a clone with more than half of my own strength, Pan Laogui must have gone to that dimension, and the old ghost's strength must also be in the Yellow Eyes Zombie."
Realm, haha, I didn’t expect that this old ghost successfully absorbed one third of Destiny’s mana in a sneak attack and rushed out of the space crack. Just in case, and my situation was very dangerous, I had no choice but to transform into one.
After San's decision, if his strength hadn't been dispersed, how could he have allowed the old ghost to escape so easily." Urgent thoughts flashed through his mind, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he stared at the man in black robes in the sealed aperture in front of him, and said to himself in a cold tone.
