He Yiming was afraid. His heart was beating very fast. Even when his life was under the greatest threat, even when his throat was touched by the sharp dagger, his heart was still beating fast.
He had never been so afraid and terrified before.
The old man was his best friend despite their age difference. He was the first good friend he had made in the Xiantian Realm that he could share a common language with.
Today, at the most critical moment, the person who had pulled him back from the brink of death wasn't 108, who he usually relied on, but the old man in front of him, who was only at the Hundred Scatter Sky Realm.
If the old man hadn't been by his side to watch the battle, then …
He Yiming couldn't imagine the consequences.
After an indeterminate amount of time, He Yiming's finger paused in mid-air.
Finally, his finger seemed to have passed through thousands of mountains and rivers, as if it had passed through countless eras, and finally touched the body of Shui Xuan Jin.
In an instant, the immense life force that overflowed from the old man's body gushed out like boiling water that had found an outlet.
In just a few breaths of time, Shui Xuanjin's life force had completely disappeared.
He Yiming's eyes widened as he watched and sensed everything in disbelief.
He seemed to be mumbling to himself as he said, "Brother … Shui …"
A pitch-black color instantly spread throughout Shui Xuanjin's entire body. It was as if his body had been soaked in ink for three days and three nights. This black color had already seeped into every corner of his body, every cell in his body.
Then, the old man, who had been standing upright like a mountain, fell backward.
His body was still as straight as a javelin. Even his knees hadn't bent in the slightest.
He Yiming instinctively reached out and touched the old man's body, which was about to fall to the ground.
He Yiming instinctively reached out and hugged the old man's body in his arms, avoiding the awkwardness of touching the ground.
However, the moment his hand touched the old man's skin, he knew that the old man's life force had completely disappeared.
Although the smile on Shui Xuan Jin's face didn't change at all, the pitch-black color gave his smile a strange color. It was so strange that it made one's heart turn cold.
He Yiming's mouth was agape. His heart was at a loss.
If he had been able to calmly watch as the dagger pierced his Adam's apple like a bystander in the face of death, his mind would have been blank.
At this moment, his mind was completely blank. He didn't have any more thoughts.
"His vest."
A familiar voice entered his ears. He Yiming subconsciously turned the old man's corpse over. His seemingly unfocused eyes suddenly narrowed.
On the old man's back, where his heart was, there was a thin wound that was only a few centimeters long.
There was no blood around the wound. However, with He Yiming's eyesight, he could see the shocking black color in the wound.
He Yiming's vital energy had already entered the old man's body. He could sense that there wasn't a single drop of blood in the old man's heart. It was as if something had suddenly pressed down on the old man's heart and squeezed out all the liquid in the old man's body.
"What … What's going on?"
He Yiming's voice seemed to be faintly discernible. It didn't seem to come from his mouth.
"Shui Xuan Jin has actually died a long time ago." 108's voice didn't seem to have any fluctuations even now. His emotions were like the most stable and precise machine. There were never any fluctuations or changes in his emotions.
He Yiming raised his head and looked at 108 with a questioning gaze.
In his eyes, there was no one else other than 108. Even Yu Jinglei, who had just descended like a god, and Zhu Baqi, who came from the main peak of Tianchi Mountain.
However, no one was dissatisfied because of this. As long as they saw He Yiming hugging Shui Xuan Jin and the sad expression on his face, it was enough to let everyone know that the relationship between them was not simple.
"When he was saving you, he stopped for a moment. The snake dwarf's dagger had already pierced his heart." 108 said calmly, "At that time, he was already dead. However … "Hundred and Eight turned his head, and for the first time, there was a hint of doubt in his voice." Although he died, his heart immediately stopped beating under the pressure of some kind of power. The blood in his body stopped flowing, so his appearance remained the same. There was no change at all. Even the poison on the dagger was controlled in his heart. It wasn't until you pushed him that this power dissipated. The poisonous blood condensed in his heart instantly spread throughout his body. "
"Creak …"
A strange sound came from He Yiming's palm. Everyone subconsciously looked over. He Yiming's hand was already tightly clenched. That strange sound came from his hand.
Yu Jinglei and Zhu Baqi looked at each other. Although they did their best to rush over, they were still a step too late. They didn't see He Yiming and the others fight with Suo Ge. Therefore, they didn't know what happened before they arrived.
However, after listening to 108's description, it seemed that Shui Xuan Jin had saved He Yiming's life.
Yu Jinglei glanced at Shui Xuan Jin in He Yiming's arms. His heart was filled with shock. When the experts of One-Line-Sky were fighting, how could Hundred Scatter Heaven have the qualifications to intervene?
Slowly, He Yiming stood up. His expression didn't seem to be out of the ordinary. Other than the fact that his knuckles had turned white due to overexertion, no other clues could be seen on his face.
However, when the numerous Innate Experts present saw the look in He Yiming's eyes, they all felt a deep chill rush up their spines and into their brains, causing them to shiver.
Even the strong Yu Jinglei and Zhu Baqi felt a chill in their hearts. They almost couldn't stand still and retreated.
In He Yiming's eyes, it was filled with the power of death.
This was the pure power of death. When they saw this gaze, they suddenly felt that there was no longer any life in this world. It was as if everything should be destroyed.
Not only was He Yiming's eyes like this, even his spiritual will was emitting a terrifying aura.
He Yiming carried Shui Xuan Jin's corpse, turned around, and strode away.
Zhu Baqi, who was originally standing in front of him, moved without any resistance. It was as if he instinctively stepped aside.
Zhu Baqi's expression changed slightly. His heart thumped heavily a few times. As a veteran expert of One-Line-Sky, his strength was naturally unquestionable. His will was as firm as a rock.
However, at that moment, when He Yiming walked towards him with Shui Xuan Jin in his arms, his heart couldn't help but tremble violently.
When he involuntarily avoided He Yiming, he realized that he had subconsciously made such a reaction of showing weakness.
He Yiming ignored Zhu Baqi's complicated thoughts and stepped forward.
Yu Jinglei turned pale with fright and hurriedly called out, "Elder He, where are you going?"
He Yiming still didn't pay attention to it. His figure suddenly blurred and disappeared in front of everyone. Just like what Shui Xuanjin had done, he crossed the distance between two points and a line in a single step.
However, this time his stride was extremely large and the distance he crossed was even more incredible. In the blink of an eye, he had completely disappeared in front of everyone.
Everyone looked at each other in dismay, their hearts growing more and more surprised.
He Yiming, when did he master such a powerful ability?
The Medicine Man and the others had a glimmer of understanding in their hearts. It seemed that He Yiming's ability should have been comprehended under Shui Xuan Jin's guidance. Although the old man was only at the Hundred Scatter Heavens realm, his understanding of the power of the wind was indeed unparalleled …
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He Yiming ran forward, not paying attention to his direction. After an unknown period of time, when he stopped, he suddenly felt some liquid dripping on Shui Xuan Jin's shiny black body.
He wiped his face and unknowingly, his face was already covered with tears.
Since he was promoted to the Xiantian level, this was the first time he had truly cried.
Looking at the old man's face, the loss and pain in He Yiming's eyes gradually faded and was replaced by a bone-deep and crazy hatred.
He took a deep breath and suddenly shouted, "One hundred and eight."
Behind him, a figure walked out. It was 108 who had been chasing him all the way.
"Why didn't you do anything just now?" He Yiming said word by word, "If you had done something, he wouldn't have died."
"I didn't scan that poisonous snake underground." A light flashed in 108's eyes, not knowing if it was a sign of guilt.
He Yiming's facial muscles twitched slightly. Although he was burning with anger, he still had a trace of rationality. However, the anger and murderous intent that constantly emerged was tormenting him.
"What are you going to do?" 108 suddenly asked.
"Kill." He Yiming's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, "An eye for an eye, I want to kill all of them."
"You can't do it." 108 said calmly, "Their combined strength is far greater than yours."
He Yiming suddenly raised his head with a trace of pleading in his eyes, "Elder Yu said that your martial strength has reached the Three Flower Realm. I need your help."
"I'm sorry, I can only guarantee your safety, but I can't help you kill."
"Why?" He Yiming's eyes narrowed as he roared with all his might. This was because he understood that without 108's help, it would be impossible for him to even escape from the hands of those totem envoys, let alone avenge Shui Xuanjin.
"Because my program stipulates that I can't harm low-level intelligent creatures that don't threaten my life."
Although he was extremely angry, He Yiming still widened his eyes. This was the first time he had heard such an explanation. However, for someone who knew about 108's origins, this didn't seem to be 108's way of evading responsibility.
Slowly, He Yiming's murderous intent and anger subsided. He hesitated as if he was thinking about something. Finally, a look of determination flashed across his eyes.
He hugged the old man's body and turned around, saying, "108, I want to be alone for a while, please don't follow me. Also, please return to the mountain and tell Elder Yu that after I bury Brother Shui, I'll be back soon. "
After saying this, He Yiming took large strides in a certain direction.
This direction was completely opposite to the direction that Suo Ge and the others had left in. Moreover, 108 had monitored He Yiming's heartbeat and knew that he had truly calmed down.
When a person fell into a frenzy, they might do many things that would normally seem inconceivable. However, once he calmed down, the chances of him seeking his own death would be much lower.
In 108's inhuman brain, countless pieces of information were exchanged at the fastest speed possible. Finally, when everything returned to normal, he had reached a conclusion.
He Yiming had already let go of this hatred. The chances of him wanting to take revenge at all costs was less than one percent.
After reaching this conclusion, 108 no longer hesitated and turned around to leave.
With his speed, even if he didn't use it to its limit, he still returned to Hengshan Mountain within an hour.
When he returned to Hengshan Mountain, he immediately caused a stir.
Although the mountain path leading to the main peak had already collapsed, this didn't affect the many Xiantian powerhouses walking. As for the matter of repairing the mountain path, it was naturally left to the Houtian disciples to worry about. There was no need for them to worry about it. However, the one who truly caught the attention of many Xiantian powerhouses was naturally He Yiming, who had left alone.
After arriving at Hengshan Mountain, Hundred and Eight didn't hide the words that He Yiming had asked him to bring back.
Yu Jinglei and the others were relieved. Although Shui Xuan Jin's death was quite regrettable, other than Ting Shiguang, who had a closer relationship with him, the others didn't take it to heart.
Especially for the people of Hengshan Mountain, as long as He Yiming was fine, it didn't matter whether Shui Xuan Jin was dead or not.
Looking at everyone's expressions, No.108's face remained expressionless, but his mind was constantly analyzing the situation …
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He Yiming walked faster and faster. His speed was constantly increasing as he galloped.
At the same time, his Clairaudient ability was displayed to the extreme. Under this kind of speed, even if one had a hundred and eight mystical ability, it would be impossible to hide from his eyes and ears and track him down.
After an hour, He Yiming finally slowed down. He was sure that no one could follow him without him noticing.
Then, he turned around and ran straight in a certain direction.
His feet occasionally stepped lightly on the branches in mid-air, and immediately leaped a few meters away. Along the way, he didn't touch the ground and didn't leave any traces.
At the same time, he also completely concealed his aura. Even if a Xiantian powerhouse wanted to track him, it would be difficult to do so.
Finally, when he came to a stop, he had arrived at a quiet valley.
This was an extremely remote and secluded valley hidden deep in the mountains. It was in this valley that He Yiming discovered the Two-headed Spirit Beast and the huge mysterious white stone.
This was He Yiming's lucky place. It was also the treasure place that he had once vowed to live up to his great glaive.
After arriving at the inner valley, He Yiming took out his glaive. Using his Qi like a knife, the light at the edge of the blade was unsteady.
With a flick of his wrist, he had already dug a large square hole in the ground. Then, he leaped and arrived at the bottom of the mountain wall. With a horizontal slash of his glaive, he immediately cut deeply into the solid rock wall.
With the support of his enormous essential Qi, he quickly dug out a piece of the rock wall in a barbaric manner.
As the glaive flashed, the rock wall had become a huge stone coffin. Although the workmanship was rather rough, he had made the entire stone coffin with his own hands.
After putting down his glaive, He Yiming carried the old man's corpse and gently placed it into the stone coffin.
His movements were extremely gentle as if the old man was not dead, but merely asleep. He was so careful because he was afraid of disturbing the old man's sleep.
After placing the stone coffin in the hole that he had dug, He Yiming took one last deep look at it.
The old man's face still maintained the confident and calm smile.
He Yiming's heart faintly twitched.
At the last moment of the old man's life, after his heart had been pierced by the poisonous blade, he did not immediately fall down. Instead, he gathered all of his Xiantian True Qi in his heart with unparalleled willpower. He endured the unimaginable pain and still stood behind the old man like a mountain.
This was the last thing that the old man had done for him.
At this moment, He Yiming recalled the words that the old man had said to him outside the capital of Tian Luo Kingdom.
"I can be at ease now …"
When He Yiming raised his voice for the sake of Tian Luo Kingdom, the old man was truly at ease.
Vaguely, He Yiming had already understood the old man's last thoughts in this world. He also understood why the old man's body, which was nearing the end of his life, still had such a strong determination and perseverance.
He took a deep breath and the essential Qi in his body surged like boiling water.
He suddenly jumped up and waved his hand in midair. The huge and terrifying glaive had already appeared in his hand.
As the glaive surged, the entire valley seemed to be filled with the incomparably sharp and huge glaive.
Starting from the first form of the Thirty-six Splitting Mountain Forms, he practiced them one by one.
His mind was highly focused, and a long suppressed anger was ignited in his heart. The huge power that was triggered by his anger was boiling in his body, pushing his True Qi to the highest point one after another.
The twentieth form, the twenty-first form …
When this form was finished, He Yiming's eyes widened. He did not stop, but took advantage of the momentum and slashed out …
Almost at the same time, the essential Qi of the five elements in his body started to circulate. Starting from the water element, it instantly changed into the incomparably sharp metal element essential Qi.
Accompanied by the huge glaive, it flew towards the mountain wall in front of him.
With a loud bang, an incomparably huge crack spread out from the ground, until a huge crack appeared on the mountain wall opposite him.
Slowly, a ray of mysterious white light was emitted from the mountain wall.
He Yiming gasped for breath, his gaze threatening.
The twenty-second form of the Splitting Mountain Forms! (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please go to www.qidian.com, there are more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)
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