Broken Night

Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty Eight - It's Hard To Go

Zuo Chengzhe shook his head: "That was the result of a deliberate calculation without any intention. This time, it really broke the sky. The south will definitely strengthen its defense, and it is impossible to let some unknown people enter the city. There will even be a **** storm. At this time, Nanhuangcheng is definitely the safest place.”

Xu Yan disagreed, but he was still concerned about Zuo Chengzhe: "Well, anyway, the outer gate of Yunfu has classes every day, and there is no time to go out of the city."

Xu Yan left Zuofu without caring too much.

In his opinion, he is not as valuable as the previous world. It can heal people, but has not even stepped into the master state; can forge, but it is limited to the second-order or lower tattooed soldiers. It seems that the talent is extraordinary, but it is really impossible to be regarded as the enemy.

As for the corpse pattern, let the experts worry about it.

My goal is to improve my strength, so that I have the ability to live as I wish.

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The image flickered, as if being there.

There are three black shadows around the old woman, repelling countless strong players.

In the end, the phantom mountain of the medicine pill overlapped with the real mountain, killing it.

Before his death, the image stayed on the figure of the young man.

Suddenly the image disappeared.

Dingqing took a look and saw that this image was made of a dark arm, the black ash of the arm that was constantly annihilating. When the image stopped, the arm completely turned into black ash and disappeared in the wind.

In the huge space, only the two of them looked at the image in front of them.

One person sits on a huge bone chair, which is different from the previous chair made of the ivory of the Asura Golem, and the one in front of him is even more white. Because it was made of real human bones.

As for the figure sitting on the bone chair, the face was full of blazing black flames, and it looked like an emissary from the underworld, extremely terrifying. And that arm was originally in his hand.

Seeing that the arm turned to fly ash, the figure with the black flame head was silent for a moment, and it was still that empty voice: "What do you think."

In front of him was an old figure.

Occasionally, the wind blew and swept up his long black robe, revealing the shocking fist mark on his chest. Of course, that's why he didn't hide it on purpose. I saw him pondering for a moment, then shook his head and said, "It's hard to say. The Daoist Lady Huang Quan left too little power, or other people couldn't save her body. The picture we saw was when she fought against many masters in Pingnan. ”

"Among them, I believe that the Taoist master also saw that the strength of Huangquan Daoist was significantly reduced, or even reduced to half. Huangquan Daoist is one of the few masters in the clan. She broke through the four palaces and stepped into the corpse pattern. Her strength in the Nine Nether Realm, except for a few strong people in the world, no one can keep her at all."

"The picture in front of her shows that her strength has dropped so much that she can't escape in time."

"I can't see why she was injured by anything or by whom, which caused her strength to be greatly reduced."

Black Flame nodded in agreement, his voice still terrifying: "Huangquan Daoist woman is very strong, or if she really fights recklessly, she will definitely lose. But with the people in the image, even the Fadan [Nanshan] who mobilized Pingnan Dan]'s pacification of the old monster can't keep her. She must have been attacked by some unknown attack, which caused her strength to be greatly reduced."

"And that's what we need to know."

This time, the rare corpse-marked road has to enter the Nanhuang City at the expense of fanfare. It can be said that one stone has many birds. And to make them dare to venture into the Nanhuang City, the reason is the death of a hand of the Daoist Huang Quan.

Although the sound of black flames is empty and terrifying, it has a dignified touch: "The corpse pattern is cultivated by the yin and death energy of the world's most yin and cold, and therefore the reason why it can suppress the vast majority of cultivators. One. While we can restrain people, we can easily be countered by certain attributes.”

"There are only a handful of these attributes. But there are always some geniuses or wizards that can be cultivated, and these are the geniuses we want to destroy!"

The voice of the black flame was stern: "While the corpse pattern can restrain the cultivators in the world, if it is suppressed, it will be completely overcome. This is very dangerous for us." As he said, the black flame slowly He said slowly, "It's like the **** fist of the left **** battle."

Hong Zhan didn't answer, the old face was still calm.

Black Flame took a hint of rebuke: "In that year, if you hadn't obstructed, Zuo Xuezhan would have died on the **** front, how could he have returned to the south? He was smart enough to never come out again until he died."

"Stop talking about him."

"Send another person to investigate the matter about Daoist Huangquan. I will know who I have met in Pingnan."

"And...the boy who stared at him until he died...it seems like the child who inherited the [Blood Fighting Fist]?"

Hong Zhan nodded: "It's the same person."

"Look for a chance to kill." The voice was like a scythe across the grass, and there was no room for it: "Although he is still young, we can't take this risk. Within a hundred years, we will be the year when the corpse lines will dominate the world. We can't risk letting that boy grow up and get in our way."

"Yes, Daoist."

After the handover, the black flame was obviously a little tired, and his eyes seemed to inadvertently swept across the ferocious fist mark on his chest: "What happened to your body?"

Hong Zhan remained calm: "I won't live for three years."

"Yeah." The black flame seemed not to be surprised, and continued: "The next great elder, what do you think?"

Hong Zhan was clearly prepared, and said decisively, "Taoist, I recommend Shouhu."

The black flame pondered, but did not speak.

Hong Zhan continued: "This time we were able to successfully infiltrate the Nanhuang City and bring out the bodies of Zuo Xuezhan and Daoist Huangquan, thanks to the thin tiger. And he has great potential. The most important thing is that he has a big picture. The position of an elder is not something that a warrior can handle.”

Black Flame was obviously a little surprised: "Oh, I thought you would recommend Ling Fei."

Hong Zhan's expression did not change, and in his eyes that had become cloudy due to the years, the light of wisdom flashed: "Ling Fei... I intend to hand it over to the Son of God and serve as the guardian of the Son of God. With Ling Fei's strength, it is enough to protect Son until he grows up."

The voice of the black flame has obviously changed, but it is difficult to hide the emotion in it: "You would rather give the position of the first elder to the thin tiger, and let Lingfei protect that kid? It seems that you are really optimistic about that kid."

Hong Zhan smiled and said, "The world only thinks that our corpse pattern is deviating from the classics and going against the sky. But in fact, we believe in the destiny more than anyone else."

"It is recorded in ancient books that the person who bears the sacred image of the Mountain of Blood is the future of our clan."

"I've been superstitious all my life, why not be superstitious until death?"

The black flame was silent for a long time before slowly saying: "You can decide for yourself."

"This seat is going to retreat. The strength of that old man and that baby is really terrifying, especially the old man who is dangerous after the formation is added. If it is not for the corpse pattern, everything is overcome, and it is almost impossible. But after this battle, that has always been the case. The power of repression is also a little loose, and it will take some time for this seat to stabilize again. This retreat will take at least twenty years.”

"In other words, this time we meet is the last time we meet."

Hong Zhan bowed slightly: "Taoist, farewell forever. May my family live forever and reign supreme in the world."

"Well, good way to go."

When Hong Zhan came back to his senses, he had returned to the ivory chair on the fifth floor.

He smiled slightly, and countless wrinkles were pulled, forming a smile that was indifferent to death, and he whispered, as if reviewing his own life: "It's hard to walk for a lifetime, how can the last road be easy?"