'Tick...' The viscous red liquid fell to the ground along Xuan Ming's arm. A breeze blew up, bringing with it a strong smell of blood. The breath of blood carried a faint fishy smell. It was obviously fresh blood flowing to
It quickly fades to black and red after grounding.
Long Yanhua stood far away, staring thoughtfully at the blood of Xuanming Martial Saint on the ground. Looking at the tacit cooperation between the blood-red Martial Saint, the mighty Martial Saint and Dou Nu, two people and one slave were equivalent to three
It would be a joke if the Martial Saint's strength could not kill Xuan Ming.
It's just that Xuan Ming's blood is a little strange. Why does it change color so quickly? Did he poison himself?
Other than that, Long Yanhua couldn't think of any other explanation. He was such a ruthless person and showed no mercy to him. No wonder the poisonous smoke he released before didn't work on him. I'm afraid he has turned himself into a semi-poisonous person.
Human beings are immune to all poisons.
Xuan Ming Martial Saint's kung fu was somewhat damaged by Taiyin, but he had very strong means of saving his life. He persisted for more than ten minutes despite the huge disparity in strength. Every time he was about to be dealt a heavy blow, he immediately used means to avert danger.
.Even Long Yanhua couldn't help but admire that this seemingly fragile old man had such ability to save his life.
But she had seen enough, and Xuanming Martial Saint's actions were nothing more than a desperate struggle.
As expected, in just a few minutes, the situation completely changed. Even if Xuan Ming's life-saving methods were endless, his power was not endless. After being besieged for such a long time, it was time to run out of gas.
Already.
"Xuan Ming, you shouldn't have died. If I want to blame you, I blame you for being greedy and working for those who seek power!" Xuehong punched with fighting force while acting as a judge against Martial Saint Xuan Ming.
Say the last word.
'Bang!~Crack--Boom~~~' Xuanming Martial Saint was punched out and fell hard into the distance. The momentum of his body shattered the ground more than ten feet away. He was hit hard in an exaggerated way.
This time, he actually withstood a full blow from the same Martial Saint!
But this was just the beginning. Three ghost slaves appeared ghostly behind Xuan Ming Martial Saint, who had fallen hard. They clawed at him before he got up. Even if he wanted to dodge, it was too late, 'chichichi...
…'Three ghost claws penetrated deep into Xuan Ming's body.
'Tsk!...' A long sword condensed with pale golden light came towards the head, and there was only a sound of broken flesh. The next second, the Xuanming warrior monk, whose name usually makes people fearful, appeared.
He was actually cut in half by Dou Nu's sword from the top of his head!
'Hiss~~' Long Haotian took a breath of cold air, his eyes widened for a moment, and he stared blankly at the ragged figure in the distance. However, the Grand Master's excellent eyesight allowed him to clearly see the shabby figure on the face of the Xuanming Martial Saint.
With an incredible expression, I'm afraid he never dreamed that one day he would be cut in half by someone else!
"Xuan Ming, you are all to blame for this." The blood-red Martial Saint's voice rang out and spread throughout the world, as if he heard the end of this sentence. Although he withstood the blow, the Martial Saint's tenacious vitality allowed him to survive for a while.
Without falling down, Xuan Ming moved his lips, but could not speak. His unwilling eyes seemed to be able to affect everyone, but his life had come to an end.
'Bang~~~' The body was split into two and fell to the ground. The dust raised was suppressed by the sprayed blood. Xuanming Martial Saint died, and finally died on this battlefield, and the person who killed him was present.
With everyone's joint efforts, the fact that the Martial Saint is difficult to kill has been overturned. Facts have proved that a death battle with more wins and less can still send the strong to Guixi. As for whether Xuan Ming is Guixi, only Long Yanhua can see it.
A ray of ghost floated above the bloody corpse. Xuan Ming's face was no longer ferocious and unwilling, but calmed down. He stared blankly down at the tragic scene after his death. It seemed that life was like this, and death was not too easy.
What people fear is the existence of the soul.
He rejoiced too early, before he had time to fully experience the existence of his soul. From the sky, a suction force forcefully took Xuan Ming's soul into the sky. Long Yanhua knew that it was because of the great demon in charge of this world, like Wu Sheng.
Naturally, he would not let such a powerful soul go. The ultimate result of Xuan Ming Martial Saint is just to become a powerful force for others after death.
"Oh~~~" She watched helplessly without doing anything to stop her. She was also self-aware and knew that her intervention was just an act of seeking death. Once the demon's attention was attracted, none of the people present would be able to survive.
Turning back, she smiled nonchalantly and glanced lightly at the faces of the people around her. Suddenly, she saw a scene that shocked her. Not far away, Lin Yiyun had a horrified expression. He raised his head slightly, staring at Xuan Ming's soul being pulled up.
In the direction, it is obvious that the existence of the soul can be seen.
How is it possible! How can anyone in this world besides myself be able to see the soul!
The surprise in Long Yanhua's heart was beyond words. She was sure that Lin Yiyun had no idea about the soul before this and had never been able to see it. When had he been able to see the soul?!
Frowning her brows, she was confused. There were only three types of souls that could see the soul. One was born with yin and yang eyes, the other was acquired by a heavenly master to open their eyes, and the other was a being who was a soul himself.
Lin Yiyun was not born with yin and yang eyes, nor was he a soul. He was a heavenly master who opened his eyes. But who opened his eyes? Even if he wanted to open his eyes for others, it would only last a few minutes at most. Like Lin Yiyun,
It was obvious that the third eye was not temporarily opened, so how did it appear!? She had been by Lin Yiyun's side all the time, and she didn't see anyone unusual approaching him?
The shock on his face quickly subsided, as if he didn't want anyone to discover his abnormality, so he pretended to be nonchalant, but his face was still slightly unnatural.
As soon as Xuan Ming Martial Saint died, his aura disappeared immediately, and the fighting in other small battlefields nearby also stopped immediately. Those killers sent by the high-level officials of the Southern Territory saw that the strongest ones had been wiped out. How could they still have the will to fight? Luan Zuoyi
The regiment ran as fast as they could, and soon left the battlefield one after another, with a few people struggling to survive.
Long Yanhua once again saw Lin Yiyun's eyes falling on the souls floating in the air, being pulled away, and made his first shocking discovery. This time, he didn't show too much shock, but his face was ugly and unmistakable.
Obviously he doesn't know what happened to him and why he can see those people after death.
Long Yanhua walked over slowly until he stood next to Lin Yiyun. He was still deep in thought and did not notice his arrival. She leaned closer and lowered her voice and said softly, "Don't make any noise, I will tell you what it is."
Lin Yiyun raised his head in shock, staring into Long Yanhua's eyes with a shocked expression, "Yanhua, you... can also see..."
"Shh~~ It's enough for you and me to know about this."
Lin Yiyun immediately silenced him, but his shocked eyes did not shrink much, and the meaning of the inquiry was deeper.
Long Yanhua sighed, knowing that there would be such a result, but she was also curious about what happened to Lin Yiyun and why she could see the existence of the soul. She turned around and threatened her master Xuehong Wusheng and Lin Yiyun's grandfather.
Zhen Martial Saint looked over, and the two of them were still caught in the surprise of joining forces to kill Martial Saint. Even they themselves did not expect that one day they would be able to kill Martial Saint, even with the help of three black generals and Dou Nu.
It’s enough to pat your chest with pride.
For hundreds of years, only Martial Saints have reached the end of their lifespan and died normally. There has never been a Martial Saint who was killed, and he was a Martial Saint who was stronger than them all. It can be said that they have opened a plan to kill Martial Saints.
precedent.
She looked at her grandfather again, feeling the same shock. Being stunned was not enough to explain his surprise. The masters from the Southern Region who had returned from afar gathered around one after another. When they saw Xuan Ming's body split into two,
It's the same kind of dumbfounded look.
At this time, no one should notice her and Lin Yiyun?
She thought, took Lin Yiyun's hand, and the two quickly left the messy battlefield and sneaked into the forest.
…
A forest barrier isolated the embarrassment of the outside world. Inside the forest and outside the forest were two different existences. Wu Sheng's battle was so loud that the contrast was so strong that even Long Yanhua and Lin Yiyun, who had been watching, found it incredible.
"Smoke, I just saw..."
"Xuanming Martial Saint?"
Long Yanhua promptly interrupted Lin Yiyun, who was in urgent need of venting his emotions, and squeezed his palm to calm him down.
"Did you see it too?! He...he has obviously been..."
Long Yanhua smiled, stretched out his finger and pressed it on Lin Yiyun's lips, "Listen to me."
Although intimate and somewhat ambiguous actions were not appropriate at this time, Long Yanhua's actions did calm Lin Yiyun's mood temporarily, because his attention had shifted to the touch of Long Yanhua's fingers. The fifteen-year-old boy,
He had never been so intimate with the opposite sex before, and for a moment he seemed a little cautious, panicked, and immediately excited.
Long Yanhua spoke softly, "What you saw is correct, that is indeed Martial Saint Xuanming, but he is already dead, and what you see is just a wisp of his soul."
Long Yanhua's words brought Lin Yiyun's attention back, and then he realized that his guess was correct, but the soul of the dead... why could he see it again? And Yanhua, she seemed to be interested in seeing that she could see it.
He dealt with the fact of the dead soul calmly, and his accustomed emotions made him think more. Yanhua seemed to be hiding something else from himself and everyone.
He didn't ask urgently, because since Yanhua brought him here, he wanted to explain the matter clearly. He wanted to know the truth of the matter, but he was not in a hurry at this moment.
"There is no doubt that I can see the souls of the dead, and I don't know why you can suddenly see ghosts." Long Yanhua thought for a while and continued, "Do you feel any discomfort?