final catastrophe

Chapter 140 92. Ghost Talent
Ragged clothes and lone swords, fierce tigers patrolling.

He pressed his fingers in front of the lobby door, and with a light and gentle push, the door opened in response, like sniffing a rose.

All the beasts screamed suddenly, and there were dense footsteps behind the door of the lobby.

Behind the door, hundreds of elite disciples came out from behind the 38 red pillars, armed with iron knuckle tigers, barbed claw hooks and other weapons.

All kinds of body training, and heavy boxing, so everyone standing in the hall is stronger and bigger than this unexpected guest.

There are not a few who are even one head high.

Behind the door is not the end, but still dangerous.

"You defeated the three of us with one sword, and I am convinced. You really deserve to be Master Xia who arouses visions of heaven and earth, soldiers all over the city, and is full of righteousness." Hundred Beasts also used the word "Master" unconsciously. Originally He felt that this was just a junior, no matter how powerful he was, but at the moment of first contact, he really respected him from the bottom of his heart.

Although the three of them did not use their full strength, did this man use his full strength?

He walked all the way and defeated all the heroes in the world.

Changing places, all beasts think that they can't do it.

"However, this is not a duel in the rivers and lakes, nor a competition on the martial arts stage, and it is not enough to tell the winner." Hundred Beasts said in a deep voice, "This is a confrontation between good and evil. If you didn't hurt anyone, you must still keep it in your heart." Conscience, so. Back off!

This is your end point.

And from now on, in this big world, no one dares to underestimate you, even if there are gossip, no one can find out what's wrong with you.

You have done enough, no matter how great your affection is, you should pay it back. "

Xia Ji didn't turn around, the knife he was holding casually leaned on the ground, trembling slightly, making a harsh creaking sound, behind him was the peak of a holy sect, and in front of him was a sea of ​​people.

He said lightly: "No."

Hundred Beasts frowned, and said in a low voice, "Back off, okay?"

He was already really angry in his heart, the king of beasts naturally had his own pride in his heart, being rejected again and again, being disobedient, his heart had begun to become gloomy.

When he said the last two words "okay", his aura was already rising, rapidly rising!
Xia Ji lowered his head, he didn't care about the disciples of the hundreds of families in front of him, and he didn't care about the beasts behind him, because he suddenly discovered something more interesting.

The corner of the mouth formed a sharp smile.
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Small building.

Wu Yixie looked at the person who pushed the door in shock.

"Master. You. You." He was too shocked to speak.

Master has gone down the mountain!
It's just a demon girl's execution, why did even the master come?

Wearing Taoist robes, Meng Aiwan looked like a celestial being, "Sit in Wudang for my teacher, come here alone, and all I do is the future."

future?

Xia Ji?

Wu Yixie obviously understood.

Sima Jia wasn't surprised, but he didn't overdo it with respect to the master-student rites. He restrained the dissolute look on his face and said respectfully, "Master."

Then, he said again: "Since you have already made up your mind, Jia will not be stingy with a mere ten-year lifespan."

Meng Aiwan waved her long sleeves and said, "I have wronged you."

His heart was full of sorrow, and even his white brows were furrowed.

Sima Jia said boldly: "Life is like wine, every day and night is just a big dream, ten years more or less, it doesn't matter."

After that, he took a deep breath, sat up cross-legged, held his breath, and then pinched his fingers, making hundreds of prints, from fast to slow, and then crawling like a snail.

A sense of mystery emanated from him.

In an instant, it was dense like fog, covering his figure.

At this moment, Wu Yixie couldn't even feel that his brother was still sitting on the bed, it seemed that it was empty and there was no one there.

The window opened, and a leaf fell on the edge, spinning and rising again, dancing strangely in the air.

Immediately afterwards, several fallen leaves entered the house, dancing up and down in the air, falling together and falling together, splitting and closing together.

Wu Yixie looked at this strange scene, but dared not speak.

"Bu!" A heavy voice came from the dense mist.

The green leaves coming from the sky suddenly "squeaked" and turned quickly like shuffling cards.

A hand protruded from the mist, and every time it was stretched out, a green leaf fell into his hand.

He reached out three times and took three leaves.

沉寂
The fog dissipated.

Sima Jia's face was exhausted.

"How?" Meng Aiwan asked hurriedly.

Sima Jia frowned and said, "I can't figure it out! No. It seems to have calculated a little bit, but it's still a little bit worse."

"Whether that man is right or wrong, what is his priority in the general situation in the future?" Meng Aiwan hurriedly asked the question he was most concerned about.

Sima Jia shook his head with a wry smile.

He couldn't answer, just now he had used "the time when the Son of Heaven looks at the sky" to steal the sky with a leaf, and then stared at the man but he couldn't see anything.

He is like a traveler walking in a deep cave. After ten years of walking, he still can't see the end, although there is a faint light at the entrance of the cave, drawing a circular arc of light, telling him that the exit is coming soon.

He glanced at the master's deeply furrowed eyebrows, with a hasty expression.

Sima Jia smiled wryly and was speechless, but crossed his knees again, pinching seals with tired hands.

Before completing his work in one battle, he actually decided to do it a second time!

The lifespan required for "When the Son of Heaven Looks at the Sky" is ten years for the first time, and it will be doubled for the second time if it is performed continuously.

In other words, this wise man needs to spend 30 years of his life as the price for divination!
So is such a wise man still a wise man?

Or just a fool?
Meng Aiwan naturally knew what his eldest disciple wanted, but he didn't stop him, he just sighed quietly, and looked sideways at the fallen leaves that continued to "jump" in through the window.

For 30 years, he owed this disciple such a favor.

This world also owes him Wudang.

Just who will pay it back?
He is just an old man who has reached his twilight years, what can he give back to this disciple?

The position of head teacher?

He doesn't care.

Peerless martial arts?

He doesn't care either.

This apprentice only cares about this short period of time, sensuality, and enjoyment to the fullest. He may have lived for more than 30 years, and all he thinks about is escaping the nightmare of childhood.

But everyone in that dream has already died, regardless of enemies, benefactors, relatives or enemies, all were burned by the fire that could not break through.

However, he is still afraid, so he needs fine wine and beauties to stimulate his body and remind himself that it is just a dream that has passed.

But no matter how scared he was, when faced with a decisive decision, he still chose to sacrifice without hesitation.

And this is his good apprentice and Wudang's well-deserved senior brother, the "ghost" Sima Jia.

The leaves flowed like water, gathering all over the sky, that somewhat thin and pale hand protruded from the mysterious mist that did not belong to him, and gently grabbed a leaf again.

The hand stretched out again, faster, but with more wrinkles.

In an instant, he held four leaves.

The rest of the leaves withered instantly.

(End of this chapter)