The tip of the knife dripped blood, and with a loud bang, Xinyuan threw away the knife, picked up the arm that fell to the ground, and helped Zhen Yuanzi to install it again.

Zhen Yuanzi held his arm, looked away, and didn't look at Xinyuan, who was sewing on his body with a needle and thread, although his eyes twitched in pain, the corners of his mouth turned up.

How many years, how many years!

Finally, finally get rid of that guy!

At that moment just now, he ordered Xinyuan to cut off his right arm, and after an instant, she was directly disconnected from that guy.

It seems that this time, it really happened.

"How's it going?"

"It doesn't hurt. Zhen Yuanzi shook his head and replied stiffly.

"The younger generation doesn't ask if the viewer is in pain, but wants to ask if the matter is done?"

Zhen Yuanzi turned his head and looked at Xinyuan, his face darkened. Xinyuan's face was calm, and he didn't seem to feel that there was anything wrong with him.

Zhen Yuanzi snorted coldly: "It's done." ”

Anyway, don't pay attention to Xinyuan.

......

On the ground, there was red blood. In the surroundings, there is a piece of white, and small white umbrellas float freely in the sky, chasing the wind and going away.

The big black horse sneezed, looked up, and suddenly saw a corpse in front of Ghost Cry, and then froze.

What just now, what happened, and why is there an extra corpse on the ground?

You know, it's just a god.

The big mouth came out of the grass dirty, carefully touching the corpse on the ground, as if with some fear, but also with some excitement.

Ghost Cry raised his hand to shake off the blood stains on the knife, then put the knife away, waved away the big mouth, picked up his arm and put it on the corpse, picked up the corpse, and walked towards the river.

It was only then that the big dark horse reacted, oh, what was originally to be done has been done.

But why is it so fast? It hasn't even noticed.

On the bank of the river, firewood had already been erected, and there was broken oil on it, and the oil was found by Ghost Cry from the ruins of the village.

Not much, but enough to complete a cremation.

Yes, it was placed on a wooden shelf, and the breeze blew, and the rustling sound came from the nearby woods.

The big black horse moved its lazy steps, and unhurriedly stopped ten feet away, and yawned a lot.

The knife was drawn, the wood was chopped, and with a "boom", the fire burned where it was cut. Soon, the flames spread throughout the wooden shelves, wrapping the body of Zhenyuan Daxian.

"It's good to go, and I won't send it down. Ghost Cry looked at the raging flames and muttered in a low voice: "In the next life, be a good person." ”

After speaking, he shook his head slightly, shook his head, and said with a smile: "I almost forgot, how can it be so easy in the next life, I hope it can be there!"

......

Wanfu Mountain Wuzhuang View, the sky suddenly darkened, not covered by dark clouds.

At the beginning, there was only a small black dot in the sky above Wuzhuang Temple, but this small black spot rose when it saw the wind, quickly enlarged, and soon expanded to the extent that it was enough to wrap the entire Wuzhuang Temple.

From a distance, it looks like a sleeve.

At the foot of the mountain, the farmer squinted at the sky and muttered suspiciously, "It's going to rain?"

In the entire Wuzhuang Temple, whether it was a Taoist priest or a monster, they were all in a mess, they screamed in horror and fled towards the bottom of the mountain.

However, there was a great suction force in that darkness that sucked them in, and they simply couldn't resist it.

The wind was getting stronger and the surroundings were getting darker, and the farmers at the foot of the mountain were picking up their hoes and walking briskly home.

However, the strange thing is that the wind stopped after a while, and the originally dark sky suddenly returned to a blue color.

Suddenly, an old farmer fell to his knees and shouted in horror: "Asgard, no ......"

The entire main peak of Wanfu Mountain, the Wuzhuang Temple on it, together with the ginseng fruit trees, are all gone.

The glass lamps were rounded and flattened, flattened and pasted to the ground. A human-shaped ginseng fruit, you look at me, I look at you, there is no barrier between the two sides, and I look around in disbelief.

Suddenly, a suppressed cry rang out.

Then, a group of ginseng fruits were hugged.

A man and a woman touched each other's faces, felt each other's skin, listened to each other's voices, and knew each other for a long time, this was their first real contact.

Then they held hands and reached the perimeter of the glazed ground, and one step further was the earth that could swallow them.

Without hesitation, they stepped on it, and then fell into the dirt and disappeared.

Then, the second couple, the third couple, each of them with a satisfied smile on their faces, calmly faced death.

Their birth is a mistake, and life is even more wrong, rather than living painfully, it is better to die, just simply.

In the end, there was no one on the glazed ground, and there was a sigh in the sky.

......

In the north of Dongsheng Shenzhou, in a dense forest outside the capital of Bei'an.

A warrior of the ancient witch clan more than a foot tall was evenly divided into two, and there were more than a dozen such warriors around, and they rushed forward without fear of death.

And in the middle, a white dress dances.

The dance was so gorgeous, gracefully avoiding attack after attack, gracefully leaving even and fatal scars on the body of one warrior after another, without exception.

After 10 breaths, all the warriors fell.

The man in white stopped, he was holding a pair of swords, his clothes were slightly disheveled, this person was Mei Shengxue.

He couldn't care about the balance between left and right at this moment, wiped the blood off his face, raised his head, and looked into the distance with some anxiety.

In the distant sky, a floating treasure ship roared by, and countless sword lights poured down. There, a fierce battle is unfolding.

A giant man with a height of two feet waved an iron anchor and threw it into the sky, hung up the floating treasure ship, and dragged it hard, and actually pulled the floating treasure ship to one side, and the Shushan disciples above couldn't help but exclaim.

A Dapeng bird descended from the sky, a pair of sharp claws containing sword rays, and it actually cut off the iron chain with a single blow.

The two-foot-tall giant man fell to the ground, and was about to get up, but was knocked to the ground by a giant who was taller than him wielding an iron rod.

"Traitor!" the giant man's smashed head was bleeding, and he pulled out the hammer from his waist and got up from the ground, glaring at the giant in front of him.

"Phew!" the giant spat out a mouthful of bloody spit: "Bullshit traitor, how many times has Lao Tzu said it, Lao Tzu is a warrior of the Giant Clan, not a bullshit Qua'e clan." ”

The giant man sneered: "If Kuafu Dawu knew that he had such a descendant, I don't know how he would feel." ”

"You're too embarrassed to mention it!" the giant burst into a rage, brandishing his iron rod and rushing forward.

The two fought a blow, the giant man was smashed and retreated, and the giant roared angrily while smashing: "You are the traitors, leave us here, if it weren't for the ancestor Kuatao who desperately won the trust of the human race, we would all be wiped out, wiped out!"

Boom!

The hammer flew out, sweating and bleeding on his hands, but he had a smug smile on his face. At some point, this giant had been introduced into the encirclement by him, and around him, there were five warriors of the ancient witch clan.

However, a sharp arrow the size of a spear pierced most of the battlefield, pinning a warrior to the ground with a single arrow.

Another giant clan was on the edge of the battlefield, surrounded by human terran heavy infantry regiments to protect him, and there were several companions around him, all of whom were giant marksmen, who calmly picked up a giant arrow stuck in the ground and put it on the bowstring.

All this is only part of this battlefield.

The ancient witch clan, the human race, the giant clan, and all kinds of beast monsters have joined the battlefield, and the spells of the Taoist priests, the shouts of the soldiers, and the flying arrows have turned the entire battlefield into a meat grinder, and every inch of land is full of blood.

Suddenly, a sleeve pierced the space, and several figures appeared over the battlefield.