Hot blood gushed out of Dukon Zhenren's wound like a fountain, drenching He Yi's palm. In the blink of an eye, his hand was completely dyed bright red. He Yi clenched his teeth and slowly raised his head.
The master and disciple's gazes met at this moment.
They were so close, yet it seemed as if they were thousands of miles apart.
"Why?" Dukon Zhenren coughed. His voice was low and hoarse. At the same time, it seemed that because his Dantian had been destroyed, the Qi channels in his body were instantly thrown into chaos. Spiritual energy tore through his meridians, and even blood kept gushing out of his mouth.
He Yi's lips trembled slightly. His eyes were slightly red and swollen. He opened his mouth a few times, but no words came out. Only the rain falling from the sky drenched his face with water droplets.
The four huge shadows around him were getting closer and closer, but Dukon Zhenren didn't seem to feel anything. At this moment, it was as if there was only He Yi in front of him in his eyes. He looked at He Yi, at the disciple that he had placed his life's hopes on.
A bloody palm slowly rose up, trembling in the air, and touched He Yi's face. Dukon Zhenren's face was filled with sadness, pain, confusion, and disappointment, but his gaze was still gentle.
It was as if the person in front of him was still his most beloved disciple.
He Yi's entire body trembled violently. He desperately bit his lips, trying to pretend to be strong and indifferent, but his eyes were already blurred. He couldn't tell if it was tears or rain. A hoarse voice came from his throat. He took a step forward, wanting to get close to that palm.
But at this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out from behind Dukon Zhenren and grabbed Dukon Zhenren's bloody palm.
The Thousand Lantern Spiritual Master's cold face appeared beside the two of them. In that split second, He Yi's eyes suddenly widened as he saw the Thousand Lantern Spiritual Master's arm suddenly bend downwards.
"Kacha!"
In the heavy rain, a chill hit his face. He Yi felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He blankly watched as the Thousand Lantern Spiritual Master directly broke Dukon Zhenren's wrist.
Dukon Zhenren let out a miserable howl. His entire body trembled and fell backwards.
He Yi abruptly raised his head and glared at Daoist Qian Deng. Just as he was about to roar in anger, he saw Daoist Qian Deng coldly flip over Daoist Dukong's hand that was still in his grasp. Under the washing of the rainwater, a needle-shaped magical treasure that flickered with a cold light was slowly revealed in between the bloody flesh and bone fragments.
The needle was not large, but it was sharp enough to kill a rebellious disciple!
Thousand Lanters of the Spiritual Spiritual master, Spiritual master's Spiritual master, and Yi Yu's hand. of a of. of of of of a Yi.
He Yi's face instantly turned deathly pale. He staggered a few steps back, looking as if it was very difficult for him to even stand. After saying those words, the Thousand Lantern Spiritual Master suddenly let out a light shout. His eyes shone brightly and an unstoppable aura suddenly emanated from him.
As if sensing something, He Yi raised his head. The other three Yuanying Spiritual Masters all had different expressions on their faces. Spiritual Master Ming Zhu's face was indifferent as if he already knew the outcome. Spiritual Master Guangyang let out a long sigh and shook his head in silence.
Only Masato Kihara was startled by Thousand Lantern Spiritual Master's sudden action. She wanted to say something but hesitated, but a trace of unwillingness flitted across her face.
A moment later, Daoist Qian Deng abruptly struck out with his palm. At that moment, the countless raindrops in the forest were suddenly swept up by an unparalleled power, whistling in the air and forming a huge vortex. The wind and rain howled, as if the power of the heavens and earth had been injected into that palm, and it slammed down toward Daoist Qian Deng.
At that moment, the palm struck Dukon Zhenren's chest.
There was no sound of bones breaking or flesh tearing. Under everyone's gazes, Dukon Zhenren's chest instantly caved in. Having lost most of his vitality, Dukon Zhenren was completely defenseless against such a powerful Yuanying Spiritual Master's attack. At that moment, his five viscera and six bowels were almost instantly crushed.
Thousand Lantern Spiritual Master slowly took a step back.
The whistling gradually subsided. The wind and rain seemed to have escaped from that terrifying prison with great difficulty and continued to fall aimlessly.
Thousand Lantern Spiritual Master took out a handkerchief and began to slowly wipe his blood-stained palm. At the same time, he glanced at He Yi and indifferently said, "Did you see it clearly? If you want to kill Yuanying Spiritual Master again in the future, you must do this."
He Yi's face was as pale as paper. He hung his head and bitterly said, "This disciple doesn't dare!"
Thousand Lantern Spiritual Master coldly snorted and looked at He Yi with a trace of disdain in his eyes. He then turned around and walked to the side.
… …
"Boom!"
Another clap of thunder sounded in the sky. Although it was not yet dark, Kunlun Mountain was as gloomy as dusk under the thick dark clouds.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier.
The cold raindrops fell from the sky and hit Dukon Zhenren's old and bloodless face. Everything around him seemed to suddenly be very far away. At that moment, he seemed to suddenly think of many things.
From childhood to adulthood, from birth to death, how had he lived his life?
Had he regretted it? Had he felt gratitude? Had he felt pain? Had he felt joy?
However, everything seemed to suddenly become abnormally light and was replaced by an incomparably heavy fatigue. Exhaustion drowned him like a tide, bringing darkness with it as it swept over. Finally, his body could not hold on any longer. The body that was once tall and proud in the world, with a powerful cultivation, finally lost all its vitality on this day and fell down dejectedly.
With a thud, he fell heavily on the dirty ground. Black mud splashed on his face, rotten leaves jumped up and down in front of his eyes, which were still open. In his final moments in this life, he had never imagined that he would meet death in such a manner.
The heavy rain hit his body, and the coldness spread. His body twitched, and then gradually stiffened.
He was about to die.
He was about to die!
Everyone could see it, including Dukon Zhenren himself.
He waited for the final moment in pain and sorrow. However, at this moment, his eyes, which had fallen into the dirty mud on the ground, suddenly saw that just a few inches in front of him, under the rotten leaves that had just been shaken up, there was a seemingly unremarkable tree branch stuck in the mud.
He saw that tree branch.
That tree branch seemed to have sensed him.
The wind and rain roared, sweeping away the darkness and filth of this world. However, in that moment of death, Dukon Zhenren's pair of absent-minded eyes suddenly had a strange luster.
He seemed to be startled.
But very quickly, the corners of his mouth slowly rose into a strange smile. At that moment, the sky full of wind and rain and the surrounding tall trees, including those even more terrifying figures, seemed to have disappeared from his eyes.
In Dukon Zhenren's eyes, there was only that small tree branch left. There was black mud on the ground. The ice-cold rain continuously poured down, washing over their bodies.
Perhaps sometimes, the gap between the living and the dead was only a thin layer of mud.
He felt it, he seemed to understand something. He seemed to want to speak but couldn't. He laughed.
His head tilted, and then he died with that trace of a strange smile.
"Boom!" A sudden clap of thunder rang out. Everyone raised their heads to look at the sky, only to see lightning flashing across the sky like snakes. In the dirty underground, the tree branch also trembled slightly, before slowly hiding under another piece of rotten, withered leaf.
Everything, as if it had never happened.
…
When the clap of thunder exploded, on the Tian Kun Peak of Kunlun, in the Zhengyang Hall, the grand and grand meeting of the sects was halfway through, and now it still had to continue with a grand and lively atmosphere.
Su Qingjun stood in the crowd, feeling a little uneasy.
Today's weather was a little abnormal. The thunder rumbled, and at the same time as the meeting of the sects was going on, it always made people feel a little uncomfortable.
In fact, it was obvious that Su Qingjun was not the only one who felt this way. Among the many Kunlun disciples standing in the Zhengyang Hall, many of them would steal a few glances at the sky outside the hall.
Of course, no one had ever said that the heavens did not allow thunder and rain during the meeting of the sects. In order to understand the power of creation and stealing from the heavens, most of the time it was still important to take advantage of the situation. The saying that man can conquer nature, in the many years of history of cultivation, had long been proven to be meaningless.
In front of the true power of heaven and earth, all things in the world were perhaps ants.
Therefore, they still did what they had to do, even if it was thunder and rain. At least, on the high platform of the Zhengyang Hall, the head of Kunlun, Idle Month, always had a calm expression. Her deep self-restraint could be seen clearly, and she had a bearing that would not change even if the heavens and earth collapsed in front of her. It was really admirable.
Taking advantage of the short break in the middle, Su Qingjun walked to the side of Dongfang Tao and Melaleuca Japonica, and greeted the two of them.
Melaleuca Japonica seemed to really like Su Qingjun. She smiled and pulled her up, saying, "There are many eyes here, you don't have to be so polite."
Su Qingjun agreed, and then said a few more words to them. However, these two were old and experienced cultivators, and very quickly, they could tell that Su Qingjun did not mean what she said. Melaleuca Japonica smiled and asked, "What's wrong, Jun girl? If you have something to ask, just say it."
A trace of embarrassment flashed across Su Qingjun's face, but after a while, she still gathered her courage and said to Dongfang Tao, "Martial Uncle Dongfang, I want to ask, yesterday you said that the power of heaven and earth might affect Sumo's recovery, but this … such a powerful thunderstorm, does it count?"
Dongfang Tao laughed and shook his head. Melaleuca Japonica also sighed softly, and said with a smile, "You are confused because you are too concerned. Don't worry, how can this degree of power count as the power of heaven and earth? It's fine."
Su Qingjun nodded, looking as if she was relieved, but also a little embarrassed.
Dongfang Tao said, "After tonight, it should be fine."
Melaleuca Japonica said, "And there's also Yi Xin watching."
Su Qingjun made a sound of acknowledgment, and said, "I've really troubled younger sister Yi Xin."
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