Chapter 383

"No one wants to die, of course he wants to live."

The fire old monster answered without hesitation.

"Hand over the Millennium snow lotus and I'll get you out."

Ding Ning said quietly.

"This..."

The old fire monster's face was cloudy and sunny, and he fell into a tangle. Although he can barely hold on now, he can't hold on for long. In addition, the strange skills of the bitter monk pestered him, making it difficult for him to move. It seems that his body can't get rid of the entanglement until it's burned to ashes.

Although people die for wealth and birds die for food, what's the use of magic medicine if they don't even have life.

Judging the situation, it is not difficult for the fire old monster to make a rational choice, but his only worry is that Ding Ning broke his word: "how can I believe you will save me after you get the Millennium snow lotus?"

"Take this and input real Qi to stimulate. You can be fearless of fire!"

Ding Ning reached out and threw out a small piece of fire dispelling talisman made of red coral.

The fire old monster inspired the talisman. Sure enough, the fire retreated. He was relieved and threw the wooden box to Ding Ning. His face was strange and asked, "are you a warlock?"

"What do you mean?"

Ding Ning took the wooden box and asked a little puzzled.

"Only some warlocks can make talismans."

The fire old monster swept the blindness for Ding Ning again.

Ding Ning jumped in his heart, but said quietly on his face, "I'm not a warlock. I got it inadvertently."

Seeing that Ding Ning didn't admit it, the fire old monster knew he didn't want to say more and didn't ask any questions, but he thought Ding Ning must be a warlock. After all, he saw him take out the red coral and make the amulet there with his own eyes.

I secretly decided to stay away from Ding Ning. Not to mention his terrible combat power, the warlock profession alone made him extremely afraid.

Thinking of being plotted by Changmei and the bitter monk, a look of hatred appeared on his face: "can you break this array? The thief Changmei said to calculate me, and I will never spare him."

"I can't break the formation, but it shouldn't be a problem. Come with me."

Ding Ning put away the wooden box. Seeing that the bitter monk had been burned to ashes, he turned and walked out.

The fire old monster followed him without hesitation. In such a situation, he didn't think about Lingbao and Xuelian, but just wanted to find Taoist Changmei to settle accounts.

"Here, this is the birth door of the array. You'll be out when you go out."

After walking for a long time, Ding Ning pointed to the front and said calmly.

"Don't you go out?"

The fire old monster asked suspiciously.

"Don't go out for the time being."

Ding Ning said faintly. Without waiting for him to continue talking, he turned and took one step, which had disappeared in the raging fire.

The fire old monster's face was tangled, and he secretly wondered what Ding Ning meant? Does... He want to make a profit when he and Taoist Changmei lose?

Yes, it must be so, but even so, he can't help it. Who makes the effect of the dispelling fire talisman begin to weaken at the moment, he doesn't dare to stay in the big array. The talisman's time is calculated by Ding Ning, just enough to take him out of the array.

MD, each one is cunning like a ghost. He really thinks I'm a fool. The fire old monster scolded in his heart. He made up his mind and left immediately. He won't go to Changmei and try his best to make wedding clothes for Ding Ning.

Unfortunately, Ding Ning had expected that even if he didn't find Changmei to work hard, Changmei would never let him go.

Therefore, after he stepped out of the eight wasteland flame array, he ushered in a sneak attack by Changmei, which made him unable to go if he wanted to.

"Long eyebrow, I grass your ancestors."

The fire old monster was holding a stomach fire. At the moment, he was almost hurt by Changmei. After scolding, he fought with Changmei.

"How did you get out? Where's the bitter monk?"

Long Mei swept the dust in his hand mercilessly to the fire old monster, and asked in his mouth.

"Bitter monk, I'm waiting for you underground."

The fire old monster smiled grimly, and the hot flame palm slapped long eyebrows.

"You killed the bitter monk. I want your life."

Changmei and monk Ku grew up together. After they became martial artists, they wandered the Jianghu together for decades, and their friendship is very deep.

If there is another trusted friend in the world, the bitter monk is the only one. Hearing the bad news of the bitter monk, Changmei suddenly felt sad from his heart. With red eyes, he launched a fierce attack on the fire old monster fearlessly.

"Ha ha, that's ridiculous. Didn't you think I wanted my life before?"

The fire old monster was angry and smiled. A pair of palms wrapped with hot fire happily and fearlessly met the long eyebrow.

With the sound of "boom", the air waves rolled and long eyebrows soaked in the array all the year round. The combat power was slightly inferior to the old fire monster. In addition, to maintain the operation of the array, it was not the opponent of the old fire monster. He forced him to retreat step by step, and there were many dangers.

"The flames burn to the sky!"

The flaming old monster has the upper hand and displays a powerful killing move.

A hot fire wave surged, and the terrible high temperature ignited the dust of Changmei. Then, the remaining potential continued to beat Changmei.

A lazy donkey with long eyebrows rolled around, which narrowly avoided the blow. He roared and rushed towards the fire old monster instead of retreating.

Is he trying to die? The fire old monster thought of it with some doubts, but suddenly a strong crisis arose in his heart, and he retreated back without warning between the lightning and flint.

With the sound of "Hoo", the long browed Taoist priest's scattered hair brushed his throat like a dust brush, and the fierce wind hurt his throat.

The fire old monster looked at the long eyebrow with fear. Unexpectedly, the old Taoist's moves were so sinister and strange that he could sneak attacks with long hair as a weapon. If he hadn't instinctively perceived the danger and retreated in time, I'm afraid his throat would have been cut at the moment.

Fearing, the fire old monster was a little tied up when he fought. He was always careful not to let him close. He was gradually pulled back by Changmei, and the war situation was in a stalemate.

"Countless threads, life and soul!"

Seeing that the fire old monster had opened a distance from him, the Taoist priest with long eyebrows waved his head, and his white hair suddenly broke away from his head, turning into sharp arrows and shooting at the fire old monster.

This time, the flame old monster was surprised. He couldn't prevent it. He couldn't hide at all. He had to harden his scalp, wave his palms to protect the key points, and take the initiative to rush to the long eyebrow. If he was injured, he would die under his palms.

A strange smile was raised at the corners of his mouth. He whispered words in his mouth. He didn't hide or flash, but stood still in place.

There was a strong unease in the fire old monster's heart, but at the moment, there was no room to retreat. I can only hope that this desperate blow can work.

His white hair pierced into his body like a steel needle. Although he had protected the key, the pain of tens of thousands of hair still made him roar involuntarily, and the action in his hand was one of stagnation.

But then he was shocked to find that his strength continued to pass along the white hair and continuously entered the body of Changmei.

A strong sense of weakness made him powerless and slower. When he slapped Changmei with his full hand, he was soft and powerless.

Long eyebrow laughed wildly: "go to hell!"

The white palm suddenly became as black as ink. It was like an eagle's claw and ruthlessly inserted into the chest of the fire old monster. When it was pulled out, it still grabbed the beating heart.

The fire old monster covered the blood hole in his chest and looked at the long eyebrow with nine ring scars on his bald head. He stuffed his heart into his mouth like a bloodthirsty devil and chewed it. His face was intoxicated, as if it was the most delicious food in the world.

"So you... You are... Heart eating devil..."

The fire old monster showed a sudden color, "puff" fell to the ground, and his eyes gradually faded into a dead gray, full of unwilling and resentment.

More than 30 years ago, there was an old monk in Tongtian temple, the first Buddhist sect in the ancient martial world. He lived in the Sutra Pavilion for nearly 30 years, but he was unwilling to die. He didn't know where to practice the magic of eating heart and prolonging life, and charmed all the eminent monks in Tongtian temple with overpowering drugs.

All 786 eminent monks in the temple were killed. Tongtian temple was removed overnight. The tragedy made people angry. Major forces in the ancient martial arts world issued killing orders to encircle, chase and intercept them.

But unexpectedly, although the old monk's cultivation is not high, he has been stationed in the Sutra Pavilion all the year round and read widely. He has learned an amazing skill of changing appearance. He changed his appearance and wandered among the chasing people. He easily killed more than 30 people and fled again. All the people he killed were killed by heart taking and called Heart eating demons in the Jianghu.

After that, the old monk disappeared for more than 30 years, no one found him anymore, and his killing order became a joke.

Unexpectedly, he turned into Taoist Changmei and found a bitter monk as a partner. He became famous in the Jianghu. Although he had bad deeds, he did not show his crazy side, so no one associated him with the heart eating devil.

The fire old monster saw through his identity at the final moment of his life, but unfortunately he was unable to tell anyone the news.

"Monk Ku, it's all my fault. If I insist on not letting you enter the battle, you won't die. Now, I've avenged you. Go at ease."

Long Mei cried bitterly in front of the big array. Tears mixed with the blood at the corners of his mouth. He looked as ferocious as a ghost.

At that time, the whole ancient martial arts world wanted to get rid of him quickly. Even if he had the magic skill of changing face, he was almost caught several times.

When he had no way to escape and was on the front line, his bitter little monk saved him at the risk of losing his reputation. From then on, he changed his name and surname and wandered in the Jianghu together.

Although he knew that the bitter monk saved him because he wanted to eat heart and prolong his life, he was still grateful to him and never wanted to hurt him.

After all, he is a monster and devil that is not allowed by the whole world. Eating people's hearts is also to prolong life. He is not a hobby, so he is actually afraid and lonely, and needs the company of a trustworthy person.

The bitter monk is not only his small hair, but also the best cover for his identity. The most important thing is that both of them rely on eating people's hearts to prolong their life. They feel pity for each other. They are grasshoppers on the same line. There is no need to worry about being betrayed by each other.

Therefore, the death of the bitter monk made him beat his chest and feet, but it is not known whether it is because of the friendship between the two or the loss of a like-minded "food friend".

"Killing and looting, entrapping allies, cannibalism, full of evil, it's crazy. It's better to kill a demon like you. I don't have a little guilt!"

Just as long Mei put on his white hair, wiped his tears and was ready to open the array to pick up the Lingbao, Ding Ning's disgusting voice came.

"You're not dead? How is that possible?"

Long Mei looked at Ding Ning walking out of the array unharmed, and stared in shock.

"It's just a small array. It's none of my business!"

Ding Ning's murderous intention was undisguised. Before his voice fell, he punched long eyebrow like a ghost. Such a lunatic heart eating devil is not worthy of pity.

Long Mei's face changed greatly. Although Ding Ning's spirit was depressed and his combat power was not in its heyday, his physical strength was still at its peak. This fist had a terrible sound explosion, which made him afraid to despise the enemy.

What's more, he just had a big fight with the fire old monster, and more than half of his real Qi was consumed. Although he has a fire heart to supplement energy, it takes some time to digest.