Fairy, Please Let Me Explain

After two quarters of an hour,

The battle was coming to an end, and the originally flat and dense forest had collapsed one piece after another, and many pieces of the ground were still covered with ice crystals from the battle just now.

"boom!!"

The last roar came, the battle subsided, and everything around was eerily quiet.

The burly man lay on his back in the middle of a big pit, looked at the silent sky with the full moon hanging high, and let out a long breath:

"Huh, it's finally over."

After finishing speaking, he lay down quietly for a few breaths, and then the burly man struggled to stand up, with a little lingering fear still in his eyes.

Those two people just now were really strong, but luckily the other party was careless.

Thinking about it, the burly man shook his head lightly, picked up a bloody severed hand, and walked slowly towards the edge of the pit.

Next to the big pit he was in was a river flowing down from the mountain range, but at this moment the valley formed by this small river had stopped flowing, and the number of collapses and the gravel pit caused by the aftermath of the battle cut off the entire river in the middle.

Sweeping his gaze, the burly man quickly found the target he was looking for.

An old man with a broken arm and short hair standing by the river valley.

Walking up to the other party, the old man with short arms and short hair glanced back at the burly man, and said in a calm voice:

"Are you okay?"

The burly man forced a smile and said in a low voice:

"My injury is fine, unfortunately Zhou Jing"

"Number B!" The old man interrupted the other party's intention to tell the name, and they could not leave any traces.

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The burly man was taken aback when he heard the words, then nodded immediately, and changed his words:

"It's a pity that Number C died."

After all, he glanced at the forest hundreds of feet away,

There was a dead body there.

It belonged to the fat woman, who was punched through the chest after being frozen into an ice sculpture.

The short-haired old man looked very calm when he saw his companion's death, and said softly:

"It's okay, the life and death of number C is not important."

The burly man was a little dissatisfied with the old man's cold-bloodedness, but he didn't say anything in the end, and glanced in the direction where the woman Yuan Qi disappeared just now:

"Then what about Ran Qingmo?"

The short-haired old man whispered:

"It's okay, she's already seriously injured, she won't be able to run very far after being marked by me, I'll chase after it later."

"What if I can't catch up?" The burly man hesitated, "I guess this woman still has a back hand."

The short-haired old man hesitated slightly:

"It doesn't matter. It takes about three days to run back and forth from the county seat closest to Shengshan with a third-grade cultivation, which is enough for us to destroy all traces. It's just that the plan may have been postponed. After all, there is a high probability that the Xiangguo Mansion will be involved."

After a pause, the burly man whispered to the old man again:

"Where's the man just now?"

The short-haired old man didn't speak, and pointed to a big pit in the middle of the valley not far away.

The burly man glanced over there.

All the flesh and blood of the man who came out of the surprise attack just now has disappeared, leaving only a dead bone and a blood-colored robe lying quietly in the middle of the big pit.

Withdrawing his gaze, the burly man had a hint of amused expression in his eyes:

"If this person sneaked up on me or No. B, the three of us might really end up here, but it's a pity he chose to sneak up on you, old man."

The short-haired old man glanced at the burly man and said softly:

"Some of this person's methods are very strange. His own cultivation is only around the seventh rank, and the source energy that can explode around the third rank seems to be with the help of external objects."

The burly man laughed when he heard the words:

"You old man still have the nerve to say that other people's exercises are weird? Your own exercises are truly weird. To be honest, sometimes I feel that you are no longer a person."

After all,

The burly man threw the severed hand in his hand to the short-haired old man opposite.

"snort."

The short-haired old man snorted coldly, caught it casually, and then directly put the severed hand on the severed arm of his own wound.

After a moment of silence, a strange breath surged.

In an instant, flesh and blood began to surge, and countless granulation began to grow and connect at the severed arm of the wound, and finally the entire arm was directly spliced ​​together with flesh and bone.

The burly man looked at the scene in front of him, fell silent for a while, and said in admiration:

"Old man, is this a secret method or a cultivation method? You can survive if you cut off your head, and rebirth from a drop of blood is the method of the original state."

The short-haired old man glanced at him coldly and said:

"Don't talk nonsense, I'll clean up the traces of the battle here, you go back and manipulate the formation to kill all the people in Shengshan County, then Ran Qingmo escaped, whether I can catch up or not, I have to hurry up and deal with the funeral."

The burly man looked solemn when he heard the words, and said in a low voice.

"Then I'll go back to the control point first, and come over after you've dealt with it."

"Um."

words fall,

After slightly adjusting his breath, the burly man turned into an afterimage and galloped away towards the distance.

And the direction he was going was not Shengshan County, but towards the interior of the Wanxing Mountain Range.

The short-haired old man watched the other party disappear into the distance, shook his head slightly and walked slowly towards the place where the blood-clothed man died.

Standing still beside the dry bones, the short-haired old man stared for a few breaths, then shook his head gently:

"The clothes are unscathed, and the material is really top-notch. Unfortunately, they can't be used. We can only find an opportunity to let the auction house sell them."

While talking, the short-haired old man bent down to pick it up.

But at this time,

A few shimmering gorgeous cherry blossoms fell from behind him

When the short-haired old man saw this scene, his fingertips froze.

He remembered that there seemed to be no cherry trees around.

not to mention,

Today is the season and not the time for cherry blossoms.

turned back sharply,

The short-haired old man saw two familiar figures behind him, one was illusory and the other solid, talking and laughing.

The man in blood said with a low smile:

"Old man Luo, look, I've said it all, I can handle it myself, don't worry about it."

The phantom of the middle-aged scholar replied with a smile:

"You kid, a seventh-rank, can comprehend Dao Yun so thoroughly. You are an old man. I underestimate you, and this Charming God Dao Yun is really mysterious."

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Looking at the scene in front of him, the short-haired old man's constricted pupils shook slightly.

Then,

He found that everything around him began to change.

The blood-colored robe lying quietly on the ground was gone, replaced by the dry bones of a woman, and his own lower body had been frozen into an ice sculpture.

The dense coldness is constantly spreading upwards.

Charm God Dao Yun

In connection with the words he just heard, the short-haired old man instantly understood that he had fallen into the opponent's illusion and killed his companion:

"What are you guys? What's the situation? Impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible. Your companion named "No. B" has already taken Ran Qingmo to control the formation."

After finishing speaking, Xu Yuan ignored the old man's low shout, and turned to ask the remnant soul of the saint:

"Old man Luo, this man's skills are so weird. Have you ever seen him before? He was attacked in surprise and he was attacked in turn. He almost capsized in the gutter."

The remnant soul of the saint shook his head:

"have no idea."

Xu Yuan smacked his lips, his eyes a little contemptuous:

"Tsk, why don't you know anything?"

"What's your hurry kid?"

The voice of the saint's remnant soul, slowly and with a smile:

"Old man, although I haven't seen similar exercises, I have seen similar creatures, and old man, I am familiar with this kind of creature."

Xu Yuan frowned:

"Bio. What do you mean?"

The remnant soul of the saint stared at the old man who was gradually frozen into an ice sculpture, grinned, and uttered two words:

"White ghosts."

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