final catastrophe

Chapter 180 131. The weight of a word (fourth update - thank you for your subscription)
However, the demon elites still have their own ideas.

After all, they all knew that Qingying, the director of the Demon Cult, was on the other side of the dry bridge. As long as that monster eliminated the righteous people, Ren Qingying would surely die the same the next moment.

Relying on her iron fist, she has ruled the Demon Sect for decades.

Feng Shui turns, and it's time to change people.

As for that monster?

Could it be that he could slaughter the whole world?

At most hundreds of thousands, millions, or even tens of millions were killed, which should be about the same.

At that time, maybe it's my chance.

As for the generals of the Five Kings, although they were fierce, they were not as fierce as they were when they were bandits.

Finally, Ziwei Pass was broken, defeated the army of the government, won Guanzhong, and hadn't enjoyed it well yet, how could she die here?

The gentle township is the tomb of heroes.

The generals of the five kings all liked such words, so that they could search for beauties with peace of mind, and then sighed that they were still heroes sunk in tenderness.

If it were not impossible to escape, they would have led the army to flee.

Longzangzhou is so big, this monster might kill and kill, and then ran into the mountains.

There are so many monsters in the mountains, and it doesn't matter if there is one more.

Thinking about it like this, although everyone cooperated and didn't want to lose face, they all inexplicably filled their feet.

Only the one-armed, miserable man took the lead, blood flowed all over his body, and fierceness rose suddenly, with incomparable demonic power, concentrating on the sword on his right arm.

The sound of the sword and the long hiss are breathtaking.

He was also running, galloping, and Moxieluo was helping him.

The cloud pattern embroidered robe covered in dust and filth, and the long sword with the sword intent of "Tao Sheng Yun Mi" gradually gained momentum as it moved forward.

Boom boom boom!
The three-headed long snake and the Tai Chi phantom faced Qianlixue Fen.

Meng Aiwan raised his palms in the air, and bursts of fiery and icy aura sprang from his body from time to time, making his whole body steam with white air.

But Xue Fen was falling slowly, at a snail-like speed, even though it was falling very slowly, it was still falling.

The three-headed snake had already been broken inch by inch and disappeared without a trace.

"Go!!" Meng Aiwan squeezed out the word.

He didn't look at anyone, and he couldn't be distracted to look at anyone anymore. In fact, it took all his strength to say this word.

But he knew that person would be able to understand and understand.

He will definitely go.

Junior brother, the future of this world is in your hands.

It's a pity, senior brother, that I can't shoulder such a heavy burden with you.

Gentleman Ren Hongyi, the responsibilities are heavy and the road is long, the road is long and the road is long, but you can only be alone.

Compared to you, Senior Brother is really much more relaxed.

The No.1 of the Righteous Way in this world has been hesitant, sad, and hesitant.

But at this moment, he finally made a choice, and with a long roar, his aura was almost burning, and the Tai Chi phantom became real, and it expanded wantonly towards the boundless sky.

Finally, Xue Fen could no longer suppress it.

met with resistance.

Naturally, it cannot go any further.

This white-haired old man, with beard and hair like silver, with the heavy sword energy, slapped out with a palm, followed by Tai Chi, but Xue Fen actually moved away.

He stood up like a white harrier, and his Tai Chi phantom was like the sky, surging with wind and clouds, extremely powerful, showing a peerless demeanor that is worthy of the legend of the old era and number one in the world.

It was clear tomorrow, but it was already gloomy at some point.

This is the case with the summer rainstorm, which is unpredictable without a trace.

The bearded man looked up at his senior brother who had burned his blood and put all his eggs in one basket.

The first drop of rain also fell at this time.

Tick
It hit the man's cheek.

Then, slide down.

He never sighed, never said it again, it seemed that he didn't want to disobey or refute the word "go" just now.

So, he turned around and left as quickly as a deserter.

But Meng Aiwan's eyes flashed a hint of relief.

well done!
Nobody can do it better than you.

Senior brother can still have a junior like you in his old age, it is really no regret in this life! !
The former No. [-] in the world laughed out loud, but the aura around him was no longer restrained, and he fought against the monster frantically and fiercely.

At this time, Feng Changqi and Mo Xieluo also arrived one after another.

The two looked at each other, and countless information and emotions were mixed in it, and it was impossible to talk about it.

"Help Master first." Feng Changqi whispered.

Master?

He has already fallen into the devil's door, where can he come to master?

But Mo Xieluo did not refute, but nodded, and said in a deep voice, "Okay."

Two sword masters, one righteous and one evil, joined the battle group one after another. They followed Meng Aiwan and surrounded them, stabbing fierce and inescapable swords from time to time.

roar.

But the man ran farther and farther.

The heavy rain seemed to be suppressed, but after only a few drops, it slowed down.

On the contrary, more clouds and clouds piled up.

The world is dark.

No more light.

When passing a rock, Xia Ji stopped suddenly.

Turning his head, behind the rock were two women, one covered in red clothes soaked in blood, fell to the ground with serious injuries, dying, and the other was in purple clothes, holding a broken flute, extremely embarrassed.

But it was still sending luck to the woman in red who fell to the ground.

When Ren Wuyue heard the movement, she raised her head vigilantly, but she was taken aback when she saw someone coming.

Then she stopped caring and continued to exercise her strength to heal the leader.

Ren Qingying also noticed something, and opened her eyes slightly, her face was no longer beautiful, it was dirty, full of blood, like a funny clown.

She had never been so embarrassed, so weak.

And he was seen by the only person he truly loved in this life.

It's really ugly.

Such a completely inappropriate thought flashed through the head of the Demon Cult leader.

The bearded man just stood there and didn't come to rescue him, or he was still hesitating and struggling.

In the ear is the loud roar that continues in the distance.

And the word "go" was still weighing heavily on his shoulders.

He is faced with a choice.

It is the world, or she.

There is no way to escape this question, and there is no time to think about it. Looking at each other for just a second is like years.

Ren Qingying was also looking at him.

But it was rare for her to say anything like "you still owe me". Her face was dirty, but she was still waiting.

Waited for a century.

Waited 3000 years.

Xia Ji closed his eyes resolutely, "I'm sorry."

Then, he turned around and ran towards the hill like a deserter.

Ren Qingying was taken aback for a moment, then sighed softly, then shook her head with a smile, but it was just a smile, but she couldn't tell whether it was a wry smile, a mockery, or something else.

In love, who is sorry for whom?
"Stupid." The leader of the Demon Cult said softly.

But he didn't know if he was talking about himself or the man who escaped.

If she could do it all over again, would she rather give up "Chunyang Furnace" than meet him again?

so stupid
How can anything in this world come back?
(End of this chapter)