Back Off, Let Me Come

"Stop for me, do you hear me?"

The old man could not control his body, but he could feel the martial energy in his veins and elixir flowing away rapidly like a flood. ,

Martial energy is not only the foundation for a brave warrior to survive, but also the source of his long life. Once the [Enlightenment] ends, all the fruits of his lifetime of hard work will be destroyed. Without the support of his martial spirit, he was not far from death.

Within a hundred days, his muscles and veins will be severed and he will die!

No, maybe it won’t last a hundred days.

The old man's current age can be said to be auspicious!

"Jimo Yu, did you hear that?" The old man's voice echoed in Jimo Yu's ears. From panic at the beginning to losing control to roaring, and finally even breaking into cracks, every word was filled with infinite resentment, "You Stop it for me!"

However, Jimo Yu was indifferent.

"Jimo Yu, do you believe that I can let your Gongxi clan die without a burial place?" If you could see his expression, it would be that his eyes were about to burst and his teeth were bitten with hatred.

Jimo Yu finally responded.

The voice was full of endless sarcasm: "What you said is interesting. What is the root cause of the genocide of the Gongxi clan? You don't know it in your heart? Now, there are only three or two kittens left in the clan. Our clan has always advocated cremation. These few people finally No one really cares about where you die. What's the use of your threats? I advise you to be less angry and enjoy the little time you have left."

The last sentence turned from sarcasm to gloating.

The old man was so angry that he almost lost consciousness.

I wish I could tear Jimo Yu into pieces with one slap, crush him into a pulp, and never be reincarnated. I cursed him in an extremely unpleasant way.

Jimo Yu added fuel to the fire and said, "Even if the old man is willing to stop, your cultivation is completely useless. You have lived to this age and you still don't know about [Enlightenment]?"

【Enlightenment】The arrogance of secret arts is here.

Once you start there is no turning back.

Even if it is forcibly interrupted, the caster's martial energy will be exhausted, and the medicine and stones will have no effect! This secret technique is to spontaneously ignite the martial arts, transform the martial energy into the purest and most easily absorbed energy of heaven and earth, and forcefully infuse it into another body. Regardless of success or failure, the caster will die!

Fang Yan grabbed Shao Chong's back collar.

He scolded in a low voice: "Thirteen, don't mess around."

Shaochong turned his head and looked at Jimo Qiu, then at his sixth brother. He subconsciously shrank his neck and said, "Sixth brother."

His intuition told him that his friend was in a bad situation.

That [enlightenment] doesn’t sound like a good thing.

Fourth Uncle Lin's brows were so furrowed that he could kill a fly: "Even though the [Daigo Initiation] can obtain the cultivation inheritance of twenty-level Chehou, Shaobai's talent is not bad, and he can reach the top on his own. Fang Liu, what do you think? What does this old guy want to do?"

After all, it is an external force. Even if it is very pure, it will still carry the aura of the previous one and not be suitable for the new body. Foreign and indigenous forces will begin to compete for ownership of the body. In general, the outcome is death by explosion.

Therefore, in order to avoid this situation and at the same time allow the person who receives the [Daigo Initiation] to inherit the power of the practitioner to the maximum extent, the original foundation of the recipient must be abolished before the surgery is performed, and then part of the power must be used to reshape the tendons and elixirs. Mansion and courage.

During the entire process, the subject must remain awake. If he is unconscious, the effect of [Enlightenment] will be greatly reduced.

This kind of pain and risk is too great.

Fang Yan turned his attention from Shao Zhong to the altar.

He keenly noticed that Jimo Qiu's reaction was unreasonable, and there was no sign of pain on his face: "Look again."

Fourth Uncle Lin had no choice but to suppress his anxiety.

On the altar, the old man was still going crazy.

"Okay, okay, Jimo Yu, you are still ruthless! I am unlucky and fell into the trap of your Gongxi clan! But don't even think about getting any benefits!" The old man returned to his senses a little, saw that the altar was empty, and said There were no scenes of Gu insects crawling around or Gu kings entrenched. Apart from them, there were no other living creatures in the underground palace. He vaguely guessed that he was not being deceived at this moment. The scam started a hundred years ago. He was filled with hatred and vomited old blood. , "At worst, the fish will die and the net will break, and we will perish together!"

You're going to die, right?

Those big guys will be buried here together!

Jimo Yu's answer was: "You try."

Just three words, full of provocation.

The old man tried it out of despair and rage.

He tried all the methods of dying together that he knew, but to no avail. The old man belatedly realized that it was the work of the woman on the door.

Jimo Yu's words confirmed his guess.

"The five high priests who sacrificed their lives to clean up your mess all had profound divine power. Wu Guo's evil disaster exposed all the secrets of the Gongxi clan to the world. In order to avoid the disaster of annihilation, we can only trap you here. They Of course, we should also take into account the possibility of you discovering the truth and save it early. If not, how can I be sure?"

The reliefs on the door are the remnants of the five high priests.

Although it is a sad memory, he has been constantly drawing on the power of heaven and earth for a hundred years. He has accumulated a hundred years of savings to suppress twenty-level Chehou once. He still has the intention to deal with Wu Xin, so naturally there is no possibility of failure.

When the old man heard this, he broke his guard and cursed loudly!

Finally, I got tired of scolding and was too lazy to scold anymore.

Because he found that most of his cultivation had been dissipated, and the passage was getting faster and faster, and there was no way to recover!

After half an hour, Jimo Yu took back his hand.

The old man has been squeezed to the last drop.

Jimo Qiu, who was holding Yuan Shouyi, tilted and fell towards the altar. Jimo Yu raised his hand to support him. Seeing this, the old man cursed again: "Damn it, Jimo Yu, who are you looking for?"

【Enlightenment】Be sober during the whole process!

Jimo Qiu fell into a coma, and all his cultivation was in vain!

This gave the old man a sense of déjà vu as if a robber had robbed him of his life savings, and instead of squandering it or starting a business, he burned it all in front of him. This is simply worse than killing him! After being furious, he took pleasure in his misfortune.

"Hahahaha, your apprentice is useless too!"

This is called stealing the chicken but losing the rice!

Jimo Yu didn't let him be arrogant for too long.

"Shaobai is a high priest. He practices divine power and has been bathed in divine light. He is different from ordinary people like you. Now he just ate too much and fell asleep."

The old man's laughter was forced to stop abruptly.

Jimo Yu's brows showed fatigue, and he raised his hand to perform the formula.

The next moment, the old man found that he could control his body again, his muscles and veins were all broken, the position of the pill palace was empty, and the strong weakness spread to his limbs and bones. He raised his hand and slapped Jimo Qiu, who was very close at hand. He clearly used all his strength, but in the end, not even a red mark was left. At this moment, he deeply realized that the ability that he once had to move mountains and reclaim seas had really left him.

He yelled and grabbed Jimoqiu's neck with both hands.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break the opponent's neck, and he didn't even shrink the neck under his palm.

Jimo Yu returned to his body.

Holding the crutch, he stepped up to the altar step by step. He looked coldly at the old man who had aged beyond recognition in just a few breaths, and said, "Don't waste your energy. Save your strength and wait for death."

The old man saw the culprit and wanted to rush over and kill him.

But his body was not strong enough to support him.

"Why! Why so!"

This is the question the old man wants to ask most.

Jimo Yu looked at the lifeless old man and slowly bent down to sit down: "Some of you are colluding with the Society of Gods."

The old man's shoulders trembled suddenly.

He raised his eyes and looked at Jimo Yu.

Jimo Yu said quietly: "So, who is it?"

He leaned forward, stared at the old man with his eyes, and said firmly in a voice that could not be argued with: "After all these years, do you really think that you haven't found anything? Is it really your handwriting?"

The old man gasped and averted his eyes.

"The death of the five high priests, the death of the Gongxi clan, and even the death of my eldest brother...are there really no tricks?" Jimo Yu's voice was old, but it could penetrate the old man's eardrum and be clearly transmitted into the other person's mind, "Revenge, Why not?"

After a while, the old man replied: "No!"

At most, one person knows nothing and doesn’t report it!

He just didn't expect it to turn out like this!

Jimo Yu said: "You should choose a decent way to die. Whether it is death due to severing of the muscles and veins or death from old age, it is a bit undignified for you who have reached the pinnacle of martial arts."

The old man's breathing became thicker and heavier.

Finally it slowly slowed down.

He kept that posture.

Only then did Fang Yan and the other two people come up cautiously.

"died?"

Fang Yan stretched out his fingers to explore the opponent's neck.

Jimo Yu: "I'm so angry, why bother?"

Fang Yan and Fourth Uncle Lin: "..."

They laid the old man's body aside.

Fang Yan took Jimo Yu's pulse again.

Fourth Uncle Lin stepped forward and asked, "How are you doing now?"

Fang Yan, who felt the terminal pulse, shook his head slightly.

Jimo Yu was open-minded. He was already at the end of his strength. Even with the help of the high priest Can Nian, it was not easy to control the body of a twenty-level Chehou. In order to be sure, he ruthlessly burned the last bit of life.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to wait until Shaobai wakes up..." Jimo Yu leaned against Fourth Uncle Lin and reluctantly sat down, his reluctant eyes always falling on Jimo Qiu, "When he wakes up, can you please take him with you?" The further he goes from the founding of the People's Republic of China, the better."

Don't look at Fourth Uncle Lin who has been talking about how Jimo Yu can survive so long. At this moment, he also showed a sad look and promised: "A gentleman promises a thousand pieces of gold. What he promised you back then will be fulfilled even if he has to risk his life. You don't have to worry about me." White."

Jimo Yu's voice was very soft and hollow, as if the pronunciation of each word required all his energy: "Remember... tell him, eat well... sleep well, be well... don't be sad for... the old man, let the old man here……"

He used his last strength to turn his head.

His eyes were facing the direction of the underground palace gate.

At this moment, his eyes were blurred, and the cold breath of death was spreading throughout his body, but his heart felt unprecedentedly peaceful. In the dark, he felt a pair of gentle eyes looking at him, as if wanting to tell him - Yu'er, don't be afraid!

Jimo Yu's chapped lips moved.

Fourth Uncle Lin and Fang Yan both leaned close to hear clearly.

Vaguely, it seems to be the word [Aniang].

Fang Yan went to check Jimo Yu's pulse and shook his head.

Fourth Uncle Lin still felt like he was dreaming and couldn't believe it: "This old guy, he died like this? How could it be possible..."

But unknowingly, his eyes turned red.

Even though Jimo Yu's temper was stinkier and tougher than the stones in a latrine, the years they had spent together had made Fourth Uncle Lin feel the long-lost father's love, and he was never stingy about hiding personal things. For Uncle Lin, he is not only a lifesaver, but also a teacher and a father.

Fang Yan sighed: "I'm going to see Shaobai."

Jimo Qiu woke up a little earlier than expected.

An hour later.

The peacefully sleeping young man opened his eyes.

What caught his eye was Shaochong's enlarged face.

Jimo Qiupian begins: "Thirteen?"

"Wake up, wake up, he's awake!" Shao Chong did not answer. He jumped up on the spot, turned around and shouted in surprise at Fang Yan and the other two.

After a while, both of them gathered around.

Fourth Uncle Lin looked at Jimo Qiu nervously.

"Shaobai, do you still remember who I am?"

According to Jimo Yu's calculations, Jimo Qiu's wisdom orifice should be opened. When the wisdom orifices are opened and the mind returns, it is equivalent to changing into a different person. Fourth Uncle Lin was not sure what the situation would be. The only one who knew was that the body was almost cold.

"You are the fourth uncle."

Jimo Qiu stood up and sat up.

He remembered what happened before he fell into coma.

In the past, everything I looked at felt like it was covered with a layer of fog, but now that I think about it again, those scenes suddenly become clear. Many things that I didn't understand at the time are now clear to me.

"Uncle Fourth, where is the teacher?"

Perhaps it was because his intelligence had opened up, and his voice no longer had the ignorant and immature tone of the past, but was replaced by calmness.

Fourth Uncle Lin opened his mouth: "He..."

Needless to say, Jimo Qiu had already seen Jimo Yu with his hands clasped on his chest, as if sleeping, and his eyes suddenly opened wide. Fourth Uncle Lin was afraid that he would be overly emotional: "Shaobai, your teacher didn't have any pain before he died. He said he wanted you to be well!"

Jimo Qiu just stared blankly.

For a long time, he struggled to get up with his upper body shaking slightly.

Like a child who has just learned to walk, he takes one step and two steps.

Fourth Uncle Lin hurriedly caught up: "Shaobai, my condolences."

Jimo Qiu stood in front of the teacher's body, knelt down, and raised his hand to touch the teacher's withered cheek. During those years when he was a master and apprentice, he was also naughty and curious about why his teacher's beard was white and why his skin had so many soft folds.

Take advantage of the teacher to close his eyes and sleep to explore.

He thought he was being very careful, but Jimo Yu could always catch him. At this moment, the latter did not respond.

Those stern eyes couldn't be opened.

Jimo Qiu looked at Fourth Uncle Lin: "Why should we mourn?"

One problem made Fourth Uncle Lin unable to do anything.

"Your teacher has left."

Jimo Qiu nodded: "I know, then?"

Fourth Uncle Lin: "Don't be sad."

Jimo Qiu withdrew his gaze and looked down at the teacher: "I'm not sad. The teacher said that after the death of people of our clan, their souls will return to the embrace of the gods. That is not death, but just getting rid of the heavy body that binds the soul. We We will meet again there, the teacher just passed by first. It is a happy event."

Fourth Uncle Lin was speechless.

Isn't this lying to children?

Jimo Qiu placed his hand on the teacher's chest, and the light overflowed from his palm, turning into a complicated high priest's robe on Jimo Yu's body. The mysterious lines silently exuded a quiet light: "Teacher, we are over there. goodbye."

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Alas, I couldn't get a big lead. It's been more than a month, so I just forced myself on. The black and white color scheme reminds Shiitake of a big boss.