Chapter 125: The Immeasurable Battle (17) There is never a winner

Qishan woke up like a dream, but the stone wall had closed a gap behind it. "Wow", Qishan's sword was thrown to the ground, and he understood at this time that Zhu Ning was waiting for him, waiting for him to see his only hope dashed.

Qishan closed his eyes expressionlessly and slowly turned his face to the sky, what beautiful clouds, against the blue sky changing different postures, one moment like a war horse galloping, tearing open a long crack and rushing to the blue sky, and a moment like a dying old man curled up together. Qishan took a deep breath and sighed long, how beautiful, maybe this is the last glance he has seen, Qishan has already raised his legs and entered the hall, staggered to Zhu Ning's side, and bowed down to sit down.

"How many people did you bring here?" Zhu Ning asked softly.

"Forty thousand"!

Zhu Ning nodded, "Not much"!

"What about you"?

"Thirty-one thousand four hundred and ninety-one."

Qishan smiled bitterly, "Almost."

Zhu Ning glanced at Qishan, "Senior brother is more expensive"?

"Fifty-Six"

Zhu Ning nodded again, "Almost."

"What about you"?

"Sixty years old"!

Qishan smiled bitterly again, "You took advantage."

"No one is taking advantage".

The two sat back to back, did not speak again, thinking about their own affairs, childhood, relatives, youth, friends, prime, grievances, middle-age, rights, old age, only two people sat like this, there was a scream and crying outside, when death was approaching step by step, life became these helpless and fragile, the tremor of the soul made everyone come to the brink of collapse, howling, crying, and could no longer see who was the strongest and who was the weakest, all with the same expression, the same despair.

Countless people retreated into the hall step by step, and no one cared about these two old men.

"It's coming," Zhu Ning's mouth moved.

"Hmm" Kiyama's mouth moved.

"Afraid not"?

"Some".

"What about you"?

"Also".

The two slowly closed their eyes, there were more and more people around, more and more crowded, and soon people pressed people, people stepped on people, everyone scrambled to climb higher, desperately trampling the weak under their feet, but is this mountain of people piled up with blood and death meaningful? The people who climbed to the top did not escape the prisoner of fate, Zhu Ning and Qishan had long since lost their shadows, a thick green mist poured in, everything calmed down, only the sizzling white smoke diluted the thick green, faintly flashing pieces of white bones, still witnessing everything that had happened here.

Qiong Lin stood on the high mountain in the distance, looking down at the green Philadelphia, the thick green mist was glued together, rolling, and did not mean to disperse, Qiong Lone's face was a little tired and sad, more than 50,000 people were swallowed in the green fog like this, no one knew whether they were dead or alive, and no one dared to approach, only waiting, waiting for the terrible result.

Qiong Lin still holds on to hope, even if it is the only little hope. He sat weakly on the ground, clutching his forehead hard, such a result was something he did not expect, how could this be? How could this be such a result! The methods of the Immeasurable Sect were too vicious, and in the big camp, Qiong Lin could not show pain, because all the people were looking at him, and on this empty mountain, he vented all his despair, he grabbed, patted, pounded, fanned, covered his face and knelt on the ground and sobbed silently, "Fifty thousand disciples, these are the elites of the Xuanjian Sect"!

The soul is wandering, the grievances are roaring, the princes of a family, the bones are clear, the long knife was killed in the past, and now the ghost is asked.

Qiong Lin waited for five days with the remaining more than 40,000 disciples, and Qiong Lin finally gave up hope, "Zhuguang, count the disciples and go back to Qingcheng."

Zhuguang glanced at Qiong Lone, "Door master, where is this place?"

"Leave a hundred disciples behind."

"If you don't attack Liaodi and Dacheng, what will you do with Tianhu Mountain and Broken Knife Gate"?

"Let them call, let's go back!" Qiong Lin was already hopeless about this.

Qiong Lin turned around and rode on a white war horse and walked slowly into the distance, a long line stretched into the distance, no one wanted to turn back, there was no joy, everyone had a tired face, walking step by step, walking very slowly, so slow that people felt that there was a voice behind them, pulling everyone's heart.

Stone didn't leave, after coming out of the mountain tunnel, he has been standing on this high ground looking at Philadelphia, looking back at the bottom of the mountain, only to see five fast horses galloping towards Philadelphia, Stone hurriedly flew towards the woods behind him, no matter who came, Stone didn't want people to see him.

"This senior brother, why run away, isn't it good to come over and talk about it?" A magic voice came into Shi Stone's ears, and Shi Dong was clever and stood there. The whole body is like being tied up by something, and I want to walk, but I can't step on my legs. His whole head was buzzing, and his eyes saw that the trees in front of him had turned into ghosts, and Stone struggled for a moment before taking a difficult step forward.

"Hehehe, it's not bad, you can be regarded as a character in today's martial arts!" Shi Dong felt the wind behind him tighten, and he returned to his hand with a sword, poof, the sword slashed into something soft, but it tightened for a moment, and then he felt something climb up his arm, and just wanted to pull back his arm and sword hard. It was already late, and his body was pulled by a strong pull, and the whole forearm seemed to be separated from his body, so painful that Stone had to fly backwards with the pull. The body then tightened, Heijuan tied up Shi Dong tightly like a zongzi, and flew to the official road in the distance, falling on the dirt road with a bang, shaking up a cloud of dust.

Stone raised his head and saw four horse legs dangling in front of his eyes, even if Stone was not afraid of death, his eyelids kept jumping in fright, "Tell me if it's almost Philadelphia?" A woman asked with a smile.

Stone let out an "um".

"Why are you dumb? Still don't want to speak? It's okay not to speak, you don't have to open your mouth for the rest of your life!" Saying a rein, the woman's horse let out a long roar, and the two hooves stepped towards Shi Stone, and then snapped twice and landed in front of Shi Stone's head, Shi Stone opened his closed eyes, looked at the two horse hooves in front of his eyelids together, the sweat on his face flowed down like pouring water, and the woman laughed "Ha Lu Ha Ha", and pulled Heijuan to no longer care about Shi Stone's life or death.

The person behind screamed, flew off the horse, and pounced in front of Stone, "Senior brother, why are you?"

Shi Stone's hands fluttered the dust on his face, his eyes were fascinated, "City Lord Sun, why are you here?

This person was Sun Bo, Sun Bo's face tightened, and he sighed.

Stone's eyes widened and "lost"?

Sun Bo nodded, and Stone sighed, "No need to go, Philadelphia is also lost."

"What?" Sun Bo couldn't believe his ears", staring at Stone with blood-red eyes.

After a long time, I asked, "When"?

"Five days ago".

Sun Bo sat on the ground with an "ah", and several disciples hurriedly stepped forward to help Sun Bo up.

"How many people have come out, senior brother".

Stone shook his head, "Maybe it's just me."

Sun Bo was so dizzy that he almost fainted, and he had to slap his head with his fist.

"It's okay, junior brother?" Shi Dong asked hurriedly.

"Brother Wu, where are you going?"

"Back to Liaodi".

"Okay, let's go together", Sun Bo turned to look at Bian Le, "Lord Bian Gu, there is no point in going to Philadelphia, I will go back to Liaodi with Special Envoy Stone."

Shi Stone was startled, this woman was Bian Le, he chuckled in his heart, and hurriedly stood up and "I've seen the Lord of Bian Valley."

Bian Le kept looking at a few people, nodded with a sneer, pulled the "soul chain" in his hand, and Mo Ye, who was lying on another horse, flew up, Bian Le was like grabbing a rabbit, pressed the back of the horse behind him, and the white horse that sat down sank suddenly, Bian Le didn't look at Mo Ye, and walked forward steadily.

Shi Stone looked at Bian Le who was far away, and wanted to ask something, but Sun Bo pulled Shi Stone, "Let's go, senior brother!" Shi Dong looked back at Bian Le's back again, so he had to get on his horse and follow Sun Bo to Liaodi.

Bian Le walked for a while, led the white horse to a high ground, heard Stone say that Philadelphia had been lost, and Bian Le wanted to see what Philadelphia looked like now.

Bian Le looked at Philadelphia from afar, where was the shadow of Philadelphia in front of him, a misty green smoke, permeating the boundless infinity, like a natural emerald with a little crystal. The green smoke seemed to be billowing endlessly, but it had no intention of spreading. "Poison gas, this is poison gas, who put this poison gas" ?!! Bianle was stunned, since he got the "Poison Sutra", he studied it carefully for a long time and had a deeper understanding of poison.

Bian Le turned around and got on his horse and ran towards Philadelphia, when he was still a hundred feet away from the green fog of Philadelphia, Bian Le stopped, "whoosh", a long black juan flew towards the green mist, "pop", Heijuan flew back on the green mist, stretched on the ground, Bian Le looked down.

Heijuan snorted with white smoke, Bian Le took out the "Poison Sutra" from his arms, and quickly turned to the last page, where several blood-red characters appeared in front of him: "Turning Blood into White Bone Array"! One of the ten ancient poisonous arrays recorded in the "Poison Classic" has recorded the characteristics of the "Blood-Turning White Bone Array" with only a few strokes: "A thousand kinds of strange poisons have been transformed into qi; flesh and blood have been turned into new flesh and blood; and their shape can be controlled, and they will not disappear for a hundred years." There is also a line of small characters below that is blurred, Bian Le looked at it again and again, and only saw the simplest word "saint" clearly, Bian Le frowned and thought about it, and didn't pay much attention to it.

However, he had a lot of interest in these thousand strange poisons, Bian Le sat down, turned to the other side of the "Poison Sutra", and looked at it carefully, and the original use of jade or porcelain was used to store poison. Bian Le thought about it and walked to the white horse, took out a burden from under Mo Ye's body, took out a porcelain bottle with medicine, cleaned up the medicinal powder, rinsed it with water, filled it with water again, pushed it with his left hand, and flew to the green mist under the control of the internal force of the porcelain bottle Bian Le, after entering the green mist for three or four zhang, Bian Le's hand turned, and the water in the porcelain bottle was poured out, and then Bian Le's right hand flicked, and a small stopper hit the mouth of the porcelain bottle, Bian Le slowly collected his breath, and the porcelain bottle flew back and fell gently on Heijuan.

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