final catastrophe

Chapter 177 128. My heart is still the same
"Is she still alive?" Meng Aiwan obviously noticed something, but she was stunned and couldn't help asking.

The hunched figure said Nuo Nuo: "It's natural to live, otherwise where can I show you the picture, this is not an illusion."

Seeing Meng Aiwan's silence, the hunched figure said with a smile: "If you miss her, you can live a good life if you miss her, but at your age, even if you succeed in Shattering the Void, you still look like an old man.

So old, how can a woman like it?

Moreover, if there is no opportunity to break through rashly, the potential is very limited.
Even if you find her, how will you protect her?

Well, the mask is on the ground, the choice is in your hands, think about it yourself. "

Meng Aiwan stared blankly at the beautiful white figure on the wall, looking into the distance, what was she thinking?

For a moment, I had mixed feelings in my heart.

Ellie didn't rush him either, she just quietly cut the food and ate it bit by bit.

After a long time, Meng Ai moved late.

He bent down and picked up the mask of the Volcano Lord on the ground.

After a moment of silence, he held his hands together and walked towards the hunchbacked ghost. At the end, he put the mask back on the old square table.

The hands holding the edge of the mask clenched and trembled, but they finally let go.

The hunched figure shrunk his mouth.

"This time, how do you choose?"

Meng Aiwan smiled and responded, "My heart is still the same."

He made a choice.

So there was a smile.

No matter how depressed and depressed he was before, and how many holes he had in his heart, at this moment, he has already made a choice.

姜纱
Bye now.

He turned around and walked out of the alley.

"Meng Zhenren? Meng Zhenren?"

Suddenly a voice came from next to his ear, Meng Aiwan opened his eyes, only to see Zhang Xiren from the Gunslinger Hall looking at him nervously.
Scanning again, there are no alleys, no old wooden tables, no hunchbacked figures around.

Meng Aiwan said lightly, "It's okay."

Immediately he asked again: "How is the search going?"

Zhang Xiren will soon report some discoveries in the city in detail, but they are all innocuous and small clues, which cannot be inferred at all.

"Then gather people and let's go out of the city!" Meng Aiwan raised her head.

Dawn has passed.

And he is slender.

White hair is like a long river flowing against the current, every thread is a debt to her.
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After leaving the city, we traveled several miles.

Everyone was startled, the sky in the distance billowed with thick black smoke, the black smoke was in the shape of a human being, but surrounded by cold and white snow, that black shadow was rampaging among the crowd.

But everyone hurriedly rode forward, and when they got close, they saw clearly that it was a giant seven or eight meters tall. cigarette.

It is a strange six-sided snow pattern. At this time, the snow pattern is stacked and vigorously rising, spreading the huge half-moon arc at the sharp edge.

Between that arc, the original emptiness turned into a vast expanse of paleness.

Every time the giant hits, it will kill at least dozens of people, and the blood it brings up merges with the paleness of the arc, showing a strange pale red whirlpool.

"Xue Fen!!" Meng Aiwan naturally recognized this famous knife.

The famous sword has a spirit. Although it is not comparable to the demon sword in the legendary catastrophe, it can also turn into a phantom, communicate with the master's artistic conception, and even become a part of his body.

Different knives have different effects.

And snow burns.
At this time, it turned into a murderous soldier who used to kill and support.

Once the dark red vortex gathers, it turns into a strange flow in an instant, sliding down the blade, like a person whose head has been smashed, blood flowing from the top of the head to the body.

And these red streams continuously provided power to the giant, making the power in him inexhaustible and inexhaustible.

And there are faint signs of becoming stronger.

"How could the weapon of Master Dao become bigger, and how could it fall into the hands of this monster?" Zhang Xiren looked at the deformed monster that no longer had a human form, and felt chills in his heart.

The ground was splashed with dust, and wherever he went, it could cause vibrations like a drum beating.

And it seems that the ones who are besieging him now are bandits, and everyone from the Demon Sect?

This made Zhang Xiren feel extremely strange emotions
That guy is actually not opposite.

But looking at this appearance, it can't be one of us.

However, Xia Xia also disappeared.
Just when he was wondering, a group of people not far away rushed quickly from the side. The leader wore a Taoist robe with cloud patterns on the cuffs, a mustache, and held a sword behind his back.

The man was in front of him in an instant.

Meng Aiwan hurriedly asked: "Xie Luo, what's going on? Where's your little uncle?"

Mo Xieluo looked at the giant in the distance in horror, and said: "That is the sword, he has mutated for some reason, invulnerable to swords and guns, and can't be harmed by strength. Even Ren Witch has nothing to do with him, and was seriously injured .

The Moon Department of the Black Wood Sect was almost disabled.

For some reason, the robbers of the Five Kings couldn't escape at all. Once they got out of a certain range, there was a rapid noise in their minds, and then the seven orifices bleed.

So the general led by the five kings ordered his men to besiege the elephant, and the ants killed the elephant. They wanted to kill the giant with crowd tactics.
It's just that the giant is not afraid of crowds at all.

On the contrary, tens of thousands of people died just now, and his strength has risen to a higher level, becoming unmatched at all! ! "

"What exactly is this?" Zhang Xiren looked at the unmatched giant, not knowing what to do.

He frowned and asked, "Why don't we sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, and watch the monsters and the robbers and demons fight with each other?"

However, he also felt wrong when the words came out.
Because of this short period of effort, the black smoke on the giant's body became even thicker, and its momentum became stronger!
The Xue Fen Dao Qi in his hand grew out of thin air.

He went on a rampage, and wherever he went, there was blood rushing, like a red river rushing against the sky.

Another example is a red maple tree rooted in black smoke.

such a monster
If it is allowed to kill and grow, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"How did Dao Buer become like this?" Meng Aiwan asked.

Mo Xieluo shook his head, the sweat flowing from his cheeks had already melted his face, and he looked embarrassed and silent at this moment.

"Then what about your little uncle?" Meng Aiwan asked again.

Mo Xieluo said embarrassingly: "It's too messy, and it's impossible to find the whereabouts of the uncle, but with the uncle's ability, he should be fine."

He was a little uncertain about what he said, because in his heart, it was impossible for even a junior uncle to defeat such a monster.

Meng Aiwan frowned, her eyes showed worry.

Looking up again, looking into the distance, there was another change on the battlefield.

The purple-clothed white-haired man in Momen who was carrying the huge coffin was walking quickly. His coffin board had just been broken by the giant's knife.

And in the empty coffin, there are a series of pitch-black ghosts, ignoring the ground, directly volleying towards the giant to bite.

"The master of the ghost gate, Guan Yicai, is known as the one who will fight when the coffin is opened."

But his coffin was not only opened, but also opened very large. The purple-clothed white-haired man had a sinister expression on his face, while his left hand was holding the coffin, and his right hand was pinching quickly.

When he retreated to a certain place, he even reached out to grab a bandit and forced him into the coffin.

(End of this chapter)