Hanging pot to help the world, I just want to live forever

A figure walked out of the collapsed house. His whole body was hidden in blood-colored robes, only his eyes were exposed.

When the stern voice sounded, it was as if a cold wind was blowing, sending chills all over the body.

The bloody smell around him became stronger and stronger with his appearance, harsh to the nose and eyes, making people dizzy.

But Mo Feng ignored it at all. He stared blankly at Brother Liu, whose chest was bleeding profusely, and his whole body froze there.

Those buzzing lips finally made no sound.

At the last moment of his life, perhaps the time of "reflection" that ordinary people often talk about, Brother Liu tried his best to provoke Mo Feng.

As if trying to outline a smile.

But before he succeeded, his body fell forward completely uncontrollably, and his eyes lost their luster.

Mo Feng finally came to his senses.

He rushed forward like crazy and caught Brother Liu who was about to fall to the ground.

However, no matter how hard he tried, a large amount of blood spilled on the hole in Brother Liu's chest, and soon his clothes were dyed red and through.

"Brother Liu, Brother Liu! Wake up, don't scare me!"

Mo Feng, who was no longer a child, lost all his maturity and stability at this moment.

He shouted loudly, as if he wanted to wake up his tired soul.

Mo Feng stretched out his palm and tried hard to block the bloody hole in Brother Liu's chest.

However, it didn't work.

The blood snaked down through the gaps in the palm, still with a slightly warm and sticky texture.

The warmth flowing out is indescribably cold.

Mo Feng froze on the spot, dumbfounded.

He had killed many people and had seen far more miserable deaths than this. He should have been accustomed to this kind of thing.

He even thought that one day he would die on the road to justice.

That’s okay. Who in the world can avoid death?

A well-earned death is a well-earned one.

But it wasn't until this moment that Mo Feng understood.

He was indeed prepared to die.

No fear of death.

What is so terrible about death?
Nothing more than closing my eyes and never opening them again.

We no longer have to carry the weight of our ideals, we no longer have to witness the devastation of the world, and we no longer have the heart to look at the ugliness of the world.

It's simple, straightforward, and direct, and it may be a relief after all.

But, but.

He never thought that one day the people around him would go ahead of him.

Even though this is human nature, people will always avoid this kind of thought subconsciously.

Over the years, he has diligently practiced martial arts and even dabbled in immortality. He is always at the forefront of chivalry and righteousness.

If you have to choose one of the three people to die, he should be the one who dies the fastest.

If you die, you will die, so why should you be afraid?
Living has to bear greater weight and responsibility.

"Brother Liu, say something, say something!"

Tears welled up in Mo Feng's eyes involuntarily, and his voice became hoarse.

Brother Liu picked him up when he was about to starve to death and gave him a mouthful of food.

He once asked Brother Liu, why?
Brother Liu said: Because I am a Mohist.

Mohist, there is no such thing as refusing to save someone.

He saved his life as a result.

Later, he followed Brother Liu to have a meal, and he asked Brother Liu what his name was.

Brother Liu said: If a Mohist is a knight, why does he need a name?
But he was not happy, and after asking various questions, Brother Liu was willing to tell him his last name.

In order to show his closeness, he called him "Brother Liu".

Over the years, he has become so accustomed to it that he has even forgotten it. He doesn't even know what Brother Liu's real name is.

But the name Mo Feng was given to him by Brother Liu.

The two are not relatives, but they are better than relatives.

Mo Feng thought about his own death, but he never imagined death on Brother Liu.

In his memory, Brother Liu has always been taking care of him.

So this is the way it should be before death comes.

Anyway, I have troubled Brother Liu for so many years, so it doesn’t hurt to do it one more time.

However. However. However.

Things never go as planned.

Before Mo Feng even realized it, he escaped in time and separated the world from yin and yang.

There was not even enough time to express my last words or words.

Only the slightly raised corners of his mouth were telling something.

Looking at each other, we are speechless.

When Mo Feng couldn't help himself.

Wei Chuanming's eyes only stayed on the big hole in Brother Liu's chest for a moment, and then he reacted and stepped forward.

The palms hidden in the sleeves were gently squeezed, and the eyes were fixed on the guy who was wrapped in a bloody robe with only his eyes exposed and who was full of fierce aura without blinking.

"Practitioner?"

Wei Chuanming's voice was low, neither surprised nor angry, his narrow eyes were slightly narrowed, and his gray hair was blowing in the wind, hanging behind him, like a lion about to hunt.

He has seen those practitioners in the lower world.

It's just that those practitioners don't say they are upright, but they also claim to be on the right path.

Apart from the desire for Lingzhen, there are rarely any side issues.

Killing people has no benefit to practitioners, Lingzhen is their goal.

But at this moment, right before his eyes, Wei Chuanming saw with his own eyes the spiritual plant watered with mortal blood.

At least several people from the village completely collapsed here, turning into nutrients to nourish the spiritual plant that exuded the bloody smell.

These intruders have undoubtedly become the prey of the other party.

Like those who fell.

"Hehe, you seem to have some confidence, and you actually know about practitioners."

The man hidden under the blood-red robe smiled, and indeed said the most sinister words, "However, that little guy is just in the early stages of Qi training, and he is just a lucky native. How dare you not run away? ? I like to watch the untouchables struggling helplessly, hahaha."

Unbridled laughter echoed in the silent land, but no one responded.

Although there are many practitioners in the lower realm, what does it matter if they are in the vast source world?
It is impossible to gather dozens of practitioners in one country. As long as they are far away from the imperial capital, it is extremely difficult to bump into each other.

The secular dynasty, on the other hand, had little power to resist practitioners.

What's more, at this time, war and chaos are everywhere, and the country is falling apart. How can there be any stability?
Before order is established, it is the best opportunity to do evil.

In the world of immortal cultivators, such evil-doing people are mostly called demon cultivators.

Wei Chuanming had a sullen face and did not answer.

Qi and blood circulate quietly in the body.

Over the years since he found a way to untie his bonds, his energy and blood had almost completely recovered.

Only the true energy is still suppressed and cannot be expressed.

Even so, most of his strength has returned, but it is not enough to return to the level of a master.

But it doesn't matter, we still have the strength to fight.

Wei Chuanming's breathing gradually calmed down, long and distant.

Immediately, the soles of his feet hit the ground, and his body rushed straight towards the blood-robed monk like an arrow from the string!
"Useless struggle."

The blood-robed monk chuckled and raised his palm slightly.

Suddenly, from the blood flowing on the ground, countless blood-red threads rose up like poisonous snakes.

It turned into a large, unavoidable net and enveloped Wei Chuanming.

Compared with the bloody battles of martial arts, the methods of immortality are mysterious and ever-changing and difficult to guard against.

In addition, cultivating immortals and various arts have contributed to their power. When it comes to means, today's immortal way is superior to martial arts, which is completely different.There was no real energy to use, and even though Wei Chuanming was extremely fast, he still couldn't escape the constraints of the bloody net.

The moment the skin came into contact with the big net, an unspeakable burning sensation instantly entered my mind.

All kinds of negative emotions were rising involuntarily, and his eyes were almost covered with a layer of blood.

Wei Chuanming felt as if he was stuck in a quagmire. It was extremely difficult to exert [-]% of his strength.

Wei Chuanming slapped hard with both hands, and it did have some effect. Many silk threads began to break. After all, the threads were made of the condensation of mortal blood and were not considered strong.

But this is not good news. There are still bloody threads that are constantly entangled, far faster than the speed of his destruction. If this stalemate continues, it will not take too long to completely submerge him.

"If you cry again, you will die."

At this time, Wei Chuanming finally spoke.

His voice was not loud, but he was extremely calm.

On the other side, Mo Feng finally placed Brother Liu gently on the ground, eyes still glistening.

However, when his gaze was placed on the blood-robed monk, it turned into outright murderous intent.

"Death to me!"

Like an angry lion, Mo Feng roared and rushed straight towards the blood-robed monk.

"Indigenous."

The blood-robed monk sneered, diverted half of the blood-colored silk thread, and used the same method to intercept Mo Feng, hoping to kill two sheep with one tiger.

The moves are not new, just easy to use.

What's more, they are just lowly natives, so they don't know any mysterious magic.

Facing the oncoming bloody thread, Mo Feng's spiritual energy surged in front of him, like a wave beating, and the invisible wind blade cut the bloody thread.

He has immortal cultivation, and the immortal skills were obtained from the murderer he killed.

As for the magic, although it is not superb, it is still quite familiar.

At least there is no room for resistance.

His body crossed a distance of more than ten feet at an extremely fast speed and flew towards the blood-robed monk.

The wind blade danced wildly in front of him, without any reservation of his own aura.

In the realm of immortality, he is not advanced.

If you want to win, you must be as fast as possible and get close before your own spiritual energy is exhausted.

The secret method of blood and energy was quietly operating, and Mo Feng's body, which was not considered burly at first, was slightly lifted up, his chest was bulging, and his energy and blood were so majestic that they almost came out of his body!
The distance between the two people was shortening rapidly, thirty feet, twenty feet, ten feet.
Mo Feng could already smell the richer and darker smell of blood on the other party.

It was only then that the blood-robed monk finally took action.

He stretched out his hand and touched it gently in front of him.

A burning black flame, carrying a dirty aura, headed towards Mo Feng.

Mo Feng could only roll and dodge.

"Stab la la~"

The black flames fell on the ground, and there was a sound of corrosion. The ground was gradually melting away, and even the bluestone could not withstand it.

"Like a mouse."

The blood-robed monk laughed strangely, and when he waved his hand again, three black flames appeared in front of him again and shot away, much faster than before.

Like a cat playing with a mouse.

"Ah."

Mo Feng roared loudly, his body showing extraordinary flexibility, as if he broke his waist on his own, narrowly avoiding the black flames coming towards him.

Even so, one side of his cheek and part of his hair inevitably showed a burnt state.

Never be beaten passively!
At the moment of dodging, Mo Feng slapped the ground with both hands. He was really like a tiger and leopard running in a hurry, using both hands and feet. The distance was less than ten feet, and the breakthrough was completed in an instant.

The blood-robed monk stood less than half a foot away in front of him, and the rich smell of blood was almost turning into substance.

Mo Feng's anger sank into his dantian, and the energy and blood in his body were mobilized to the extreme. The air made a sharp hissing sound, and he smashed towards the blood-robed monk.

"Boom~"

A muffled sound.

The sound that came out was not the sound of broken bones and tendons, but a dull sound of impact.

A layer of golden light shield enveloped the blood-robed monk, even though Mo Feng's fist seemed to be only half a fist away from him, it was indeed out of reach.

From such a close distance, Mo Feng could clearly see the eyes of the blood-robed monk.

There was deep sarcasm and ridicule in those eyes.

"Crawling like a pig or dog, with this little strength?"

The blood-robed monk sneered, "The struggle of the natives is ridiculous and pathetic."

Mo Feng remained silent and punched out like the wind, but the shining golden shield was an airtight defense. Even if there were occasional ripples, it would be difficult to truly destroy it.

"It's boring."

Seeing that Mo Feng never responded, the blood-robed monk seemed to be tired of this fun.

Raise your palm slightly and make secrets at will.

A powerful force suddenly appeared, and the air was compressed and released to the extreme, hitting Mo Feng.

Immediately, Mo Feng's body was lifted up high and flew several feet away before he hit the ground hard. His whole body was in severe pain and he didn't know how many ribs were broken.

The two are no longer on the same level of power.

Whether it was a comparison of cultivation, foundation, or immortal magic skills, the blood-robed monk was the winner.

This is not a fair duel, and asking for fairness is tantamount to wishful thinking.

"Hey!"

Just when the blood-robed monk was about to kill him, a muffled shout suddenly sounded.

With Mo Feng's tugging, Wei Chuanming forcibly walked through the bloody thread with his body. At this time, his skin was dripping with blood and there was strong pain after being burned.

"what?"

The blood-robed monk let out a sigh of surprise. The indigenous people, who were not familiar with the immortal way, were able to withstand the restraints of the resentment mesh, and their minds were quite good.

But that's it.

With a wave of his hand, a ball of black fire rushed towards Wei Chuanming. Without spiritual energy to block it for a moment, it would be the same as death for ordinary people.

The man struggled to break free from the grudge mesh and lost a lot of strength. This time, the black fire approached and he couldn't dodge it.

Suddenly, the clothes and hair on Wei Chuanming's body burned in an instant!
A strong sense of corrosion and stinging, tearing flesh and blood and burning the body.

The originally suppressed power gradually awakened amidst the absolute and unstoppable destruction.

The person burned by the black flames was still sprinting towards the blood-robed monk.

When the soles of the feet hit the ground, even the dust burned with them.

"It's a pity that I don't have any cultivation, otherwise it would be good to refine it into a puppet."

The blood-robed monks were a little moved and felt a little disappointed.

What a great material, but a bit too rubbish on its own.

Like a shit basin with a gold rim.

When he was thinking this, Wei Chuanming, dressed in black flames, had already arrived in front of him.

From beginning to end, except for the "Hey" that drew his attention back, Wei Chuanming remained silent no matter how intense the pain was.

"It's boring."

The blood-robed monk shook his head slightly, made a hand seal with his palms, and the air in front of him was compressed and released to the extreme.

This game should be over.

"It's time to end."

Wei Chuanming said.

His body was full of vitality and blood.

The true energy surges and the skin dissolves.

He couldn't tell whether the black fire was burning him, or whether he was burning the black fire on his body.

"I am the Grandmaster!"

A thunderous sound erupted in the air, and the sound that had been buried for more than ten years resounded throughout the world.

The grandmaster glared angrily, and blood spattered five steps forward.

(End of this chapter)