Chapter 270

Orange Youjing looked at the powerful tripod and stepped back.

The pressure is too strong. Standing too close makes people's blood churn in the body unable to calm down, and the body feels bursts of pain.

"Work hard and rush out!"

The overlord tripod was suddenly empty. Jiang Kang drank loudly, flew up, rushed to the front of the tripod, and pushed the overlord tripod forward!

Orange Youjing followed him, his hands kept going, his knives were shining, and he desperately stopped the figure rushing up behind him!

"Come on, they can fly!"

Orange Youjing shouted loudly. Behind him, those people flew up!

And one by one did not rely on wings, relying on the instinct of the flesh!

Here, they have restored all their strength except Xuanqi, and what they don't have is their own consciousness!

"Shit!"

As soon as Jiang Kang's face tightened, the sweat on his forehead came down, and he galloped forward with the big tripod.

There were too many people. Orange Youjing couldn't stop him at all. He shouted: "remnant like limitless!"

At that moment, two other shadows were separated, and three shadows fought against countless figures in the rear in the sky.

The defense line was broken after all!

"Be careful!"

Orange right Beijing roared, the long blue hair on the shoulder danced with the wind, the snowflakes were everywhere, and the wind roared!

"Frost and wind are urgent!"

In the roar, three blue figures danced among the snowflakes. They quickly drew their swords and saw the Qi of swords here.

Those figures were unconscious and had no feeling of death and pain. They still rushed up with cold faces and shook their unique skills with their bodies.

"Poop!"

There are too many people. They cut back one after another, and the scars on their bodies are directly ignored by them. Unless they are completely destroyed, it is difficult to achieve obvious results.

But none of these people is not the power of the past. The flesh has returned to its peak under the action of time. Where is it so easy to destroy?

A muscular exerciser directly bumped over, heavily bumped into juyoujing's chest, vomited blood and fell down.

"Go!"

Staggering to stabilize his steps, orange Youjing shouted.

Jiang Kang is biting his teeth, and they move forward hard!

Ahead, the figure fell again and the road was blocked!

Hoo!

At this time, the wind of time fluttered again, the black fog came, and the black moon in the sky slowly retreated!

Tick tock!

Tick tock!

The sound of the clock sounded again, and the wind of time came again.

The figure blocking the road in front immediately began to mutate, fell in the wind, and roared away.

When he reached old age, he lost his life, turned into a dry body, and then a pair of white bones.

So did the woman in white. In the blink of an eye, she had become a withered bone, and then dissipated in the wind, as if she had never been halfway there.

"No self, no one, no sentient beings, no longevity, red and pink skeletons, white bones and flesh! At a glance, Buddhism really imprisons all sentient beings. "

Jiang Kang couldn't help shaking his head. He couldn't get out of the shackles of time. After all, he couldn't escape death. He wanted to go to the end of his life.

Jiang Kang couldn't help but wonder whether he can get rid of the external time because of this situation now?

He thought it was impossible. The time here is a specific law force, a direct effect, a great force to destroy the balance, and the passage of time outside is a direct way of time.

Whether on earth or here, Jiang Kang was always bound by time and never got rid of it, but he was not affected.

Everything in front of him dissipated slowly. Orange Youjing coughed again. He closed his mouth with his palm. In the sound of coughing, there was blood on his palm.

"What's the matter with you?" Jiang Kang frowned and asked.

"I'm fine. I can't die."

Orange Youjing shook his head and said, "whenever I experience pain, my body will begin to be weak, but I won't die because of it. When I adapt to this pain, I will stand up again and meet my loneliness again."

He straightened his waist and walked forward with the lonely wind.

Jiang Kang was in a trance and looked at the shadow in front of him. He wanted to talk and stopped. He didn't know what to say.

Suddenly, he paused, then turned around, and a slight smile appeared on his face.

"Now, I have a friend in pain."

Jiang Kang was stunned, then shrugged his shoulders and said, "I'm not in pain. I'm looking for treasure."

"Maybe, but I think you also walk alone and have a soul outside the world."

Orange Youjing shook his head and said, and then walked away.

The speaker was careless, but the listener was intentional. After hearing this, Jiang Kang's eyes suddenly expanded.

Did he see anything?

I hope not!

The future is boundless and there is no direction. They can only follow their feelings.

I don't know how long later, there were pieces of broken walls under my feet, in which tombs were scattered. In the most central part, there was a huge pit, from which all kinds of voices came out, like Buddhist scriptures, around their ears.

There are cries, laughter, communication and murmurs, which frighten people and frighten them.

"There seems to be a big mountain ahead."

Juyoujing raised his hand and pointed to the distance. You can see a high mountain in the hazy. You know where to go.

Then listen carefully, you can hear the rumbling sound of water, a very magnificent sound, but it's a little far away.

"Ten thousand feet high, flying three thousand!"

Jiang Kang shrunk his eyes and said, "let's go. The end is not far away!"

Step forward and step into the city pool!

The situation changed suddenly, the surrounding ruins rolled up, and turned into a desolate dead city in an instant. The tombs cracked and the bones broke through the earth!

In the deep and incomparable cave, the sound of ghost crying came out, curled around the top of the city, circled and pressed down, giving people a feeling of urgency.

A blood red flame rushed from the cave, just like the scene of hell, and rows of figures circled out in mourning.

Author yuan Daojun he Zai said: there are six chapters, the goal is in the front