Chapter 561

"Luo Chuan! How do you... Don't worry!"

Ziyun hugged Luo Chuan from behind, subconsciously held Luo Chuan's right hand with his left hand, and burst into tears.

With his keen intuition, how can he not feel what happened to Luo Chuan.

Although before he was caught by the pig monster, he had been vaguely aware that an extremely terrible thing had happened to Luo Chuan, which was related to his flesh.

Although Ziyun noticed it, he didn't think too much.

Deep in his heart, Luo Chuan is unstoppable and invincible.

From the first meeting in Yanglong pond that year, to hunting wind and thunder birds to frighten Zibu teenagers, to crossing the chaotic star sea and climbing Tiandao peak... Luo Chuan has never lost, lost to heaven and earth, lost to monsters, friars, or lost to himself.

Inexplicably, when he came to this place called Qingchuan, Ziyun ran away and was in panic all day, like a lost dog. But from the first moment of meeting Luochuan again, his uneasiness and panic began to fade away, as if he had more backbone in his heart.

He knew that Luochuan would not hurt him and that Luochuan would not let others hurt him, just like the chaotic star sea that year.

Until he met Luo Chuan again, he found out how much he depended on Luo Chuan.

However, he never thought that the invincible existence in his heart collapsed in front of him.

"Xiao Yun..."

Luo Chuan opened his eyes. His voice was as light as a gnat. It was almost hard to hear.

With a little cloud, Ziyun's tears broke down again, holding Luo Chuan and crying like a helpless child.

"Xiao Yun... I can't... Avenge me..."

With that, Luo Chuan slowly closed his eyes, lost the last trace of blood on his face, as pale as paper, with a bitter smile on his mouth, and his body tilted back.

At the far end of the purple sea, over the glacier, under the reflection of the red sun in front, a snow-white cloth robe fell from the sky and fell to the cold GLACIER!

Poof! Poof! Poof

At the last moment of his life, Luo Chuan's body, which had already collapsed, could no longer withstand the stimulation of the cold wind in the high sky. It broke open holes and exposed dark white bones and flesh. His waist was folded in the air, just like a chopstick broken from it and twisted into a strange shape.

In mid air, fierce birds and animals flew by from time to time, salivating around Luochuan's body.

In the purple sea under the glacier, huge shadows came from all directions, raised their heads, stared at Luo Chuan's body, opened their mouths and waited silently for something.

On the back of the White Bone Demon pig, Ziyun looked like a clay statue like a lightning strike. He looked at Luochuan still falling in the air. Tears fell out of his eyes. His face was unbelievable.

He didn't believe Luo Chuan left like this.

That year's purple sea, chaotic star sea, the mysterious uninvited guest, with him who overslept drunk, set sail to sea and embarked on the long road of no return to find immortals.

So far in his life, Ziyun has also experienced many ups and downs or happiness, but none of them impressed him like when he was in the chaotic star sea.

Ziyun that year was just a child who didn't understand anything, and Luochuan that year was still a teenager. These two people, relying on a weak wooden boat, broke through the difficulty of 9981. Finally, Ziyun became the only friar among the seven parts to cross the chaotic star sea and climb the Tiandao peak.

The memory of the sea of chaotic stars, like a picture, flits through the purple cloud's mind.

In this painting, there are familiar deep purple sea, beautiful sea breeze, and songs of crossing the sea... How can such a person who takes me across the sea say to go! It's impossible!

On the back of the White Bone Demon pig, Ziyun stared at Luo Chuan's chasing figure. His tears couldn't stop flowing. He clenched his fist. His heart was about to fly down. He didn't find the center of his palm. He didn't know when a gap was cut, and blood overflowed from it.

"He's dead. You're going for nothing."

Xiaoqing's arm crossed and stopped Ziyun.

"Hehe, just follow us to the ancient palace. You know what's in the ancient palace better than anyone else. Comparatively speaking, what is the life and death of such a small monk as Luochuan? Yuanjiang monster, the emperor promised you that as long as you are willing to cooperate, the emperor will share half of your opportunities and benefits when it's done." the White Bone Demon pig chuckled.

Ziyun was stopped by Xiaoqing. He clenched his fist, lowered his head and trembled.

"Well, Luo Chuan, it's a big bluff. His death is also a good thing for you, so you won't be sold by him that day." Xiaoqing smiled and stepped forward, patting Ziyun on the shoulder and whispered softly.

But just then, Xiaoqing frowned slightly and vaguely felt that something was wrong.

In front of her, the white haired boy slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of reddish eyes between the gaps of his flying white hair.

Xiaoqing suddenly stepped back. Even if she had a thousand years of memory, she was startled by the boy in front of her.

The long wind blew purple clouds, with long hair and snow-white hair flying in all directions, revealing a young and handsome face like a knife and axe. The face exuded bronze luster, which was completely different from contemporary Tiannan people. In the depths of his red eyes, there was a deep purple, just like the starry night sky in a long summer. It was charming, mysterious, profound and elusive.

The young man in front of him has no previous negative emotions such as panic, anxiety, tension and fear. There is only one emotion between his eyebrows, which is also the most negative emotion in the world... Hatred!

Ziyun stood straight, raised his head and stared at Xiaoqing angrily.

Before Xiaoqing recovered, Ziyun blinked in one step and appeared in front of Xiaoqing.

His palm didn't have many mysteries, and it wasn't too abstruse. He simply pushed it out straight and quickly, holding his anger to the sky. The mana air wave and the physical force rubbed together and gathered into a ball of light waves with a diameter of 100 feet, which was almost bombed in front of Xiaoqing!

"Get out!"

Ziyun roared, and with a terrible palm, he pushed the little green fairy out!

Suddenly, let alone the little green fairy, even the White Bone Demon pig didn't expect. Yuanjiang monster, who has been chased and killed for so many years, but has never taken the initiative to return it, took the initiative to do it!

"Luo Chuan!"

Ziyun raised his head and roared. Blood red tears burst out from the purple eyes. His body turned into a meteor and rushed to the white friar in the middle of the sky and sea.

"Stop! Come back to Ben Di!"

The white bone emperor also roared, no longer continued to fly forward, and one dodged and fell down to chase Ziyun.

One person, one pig, one front and one back, the white bone emperor relied on his unique skills and body methods when he became famous, while Ziyun relied on his powerful and explosive vitality and physical strength.

Yu Guangzhong, Ziyun sees a sinister white bone pig on his face. With a loud voice, the angry flame rises from the bottom of Ziyun's heart. He knows that Luo Chuan would not have come to such an end if it weren't for this pig.

"Xiao Yun... I can't... Avenge me..."

Luo Chuan's parting words vaguely echoed in Ziyun's ears.

"Enemy... That pig... I want revenge!"

Ziyun suddenly roared. His body didn't fall but rose in mid air. Suddenly, he jumped out of thin air. With a fist, he gathered into a purple light wave and blasted at the White Bone Demon pig.

The white bone emperor was no longer proficient in calculation, but he did not calculate that the Yuanjiang monster no longer ran away, but chose to attack actively. He did not expect that the Yuanjiang monster would choose to retaliate against him.

It was this omission that made the white bone emperor lose his first hand.

Ziyun hit the pig's nose with a fist.

"Ouch..."

The White Bone Demon pig screamed and was blown out by Ziyun!

A general in the vein of a congenital ancient snake and a monarch across the nine celestial realms are several figures in the southern continent of the world, but he was defeated by Ziyun's fist on the spot.

Although there are reasons why the white bone emperor and Xiaoqing can't react well, even if they change another monk, even if they are the same as Ziyun,

It's the third level of Guixu. He suddenly makes a sneak attack, but he must not be able to achieve the effect of Ziyun.

"Roar!"

The angry roar of the boy rang in the air.

Purple clouds rose up as they fell. Purple waves wrapped him up, but it was a protective Qi mask.

In an instant, his body shield was more than a thousand feet high, and it was still rising! It's like an infinitely extending hill.

At the same time, his eyes suddenly opened, and a little light overflowed from his dark purple pupils and rushed upward.

His white hair gradually became deep in the long wind. Soon, a long hair as deep as purple starry sky appeared behind his head, neck and back arm.

With his purple head, his temperament changed again. The anger and hatred on his face immediately dissipated and replaced by a cold and extreme killing intention!

"Luo Chuan... Big brother... Xiao Yun avenged you."

"I will kill all the people here and all the creatures."

"Until there is no grass and the sea dries up."

"Kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Ziyun looked up and laughed. He dodged and bent over the glacier! Follow the direction of Luochuan's fall and kill a fierce bird and beast that came to stop!

His body method is extremely sharp and looks like a ghost. His attack skills are also unrestrained, which is difficult to guess.

After he separated from Luo Chuan on the Tiandao peak, Ziyun never stopped thinking and studying the way of skills. Up to now, his way of skills has deviated from Luo Chuan's original direction and gradually moved on to his own way of skills.

The purple cloud of the big kill didn't find it. In the middle and lower area of the sky sea, the cloth monk who was still falling rapidly suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him directly. His eyes were no longer dim and pale, but more vigorous and vigorous vitality.

In the palm of his hand, he was holding a blood full of vitality.

"Xiao Yun, don't hate me for lying to you. Maybe only in this way can you force out your strong heart."

"... whether it's right or wrong, I want you to be strong, incomparably strong."

"Then, in this era, live well as a strong man."