V4.Chapter 18

He Yiming was afraid, and his heart beat fast, even when his life was most threatened, even at the moment when he touched the sharp short blade at the mouth of his throat.

He has never been so afraid.

The old man is his friend who forgets his age and the first friend who can have a common language in his innate realm.

Today, at the most critical moment, it was not the hundred and eight that he relied on in his daily life that pulled him back from the edge of death, but the old man in front of him who had only a hundred scattered days of cultivation.

If there is no old man watching the war beside him today, then

Even he Yiming can't imagine this consequence.

I don't know how long it took, he Yiming's fingers even paused in midair.

Finally, his fingers seemed to have passed through thousands of mountains and rivers, as if after countless centuries, he finally touched the body of old man shuixuanjin.

In an instant, the huge life force that permeated the old man, like the boiling water, rushed out like finding a place to discharge the flood.

Just a few breaths, the life force on Shui Xuanjin has completely disappeared.

He Yiming widened his eyes. He looked at and felt all this in disbelief.

His mouth seemed to mutter, "water... Brother."

A dark color like ink instantly spread throughout the whole body of shuixuanjin. His body seemed to be soaked in ink for three days and three nights. This black color had penetrated into every corner and cell of his body.

Then, the old man, who was originally standing like a mountain, fell back straightly.

Until now, his body is still as straight as a javelin, and even his knees are not a little bent.

He Yiming subconsciously stretched out his hand, and his fingertips touched the old man's body that was about to fall to the ground.

Almost instinctively, he Yiming's hand was like electricity, and he had held the old man's body in his arms, avoiding the embarrassment of his contact with the ground.

But when his hand touched the skin of the old man, he already knew that the old man's life had completely disappeared.

Although the smile on Shui Xuanjin's face is still unchanged, the dark color makes his smile dyed with a strange color, which looks strange and chilling.

He Yiming's mouth opened, and his heart was at a loss.

At the moment when he faced death, he could calmly look like a bystander, quietly watching the short blade stab his Adam's apple.

Then at this moment, his brain is a blank, no longer any thoughts.

"His vest."

A familiar voice came into his ears. He Yiming unconsciously turned the old man's body over, and his eyes, which seemed to have no focus, suddenly condensed.

Behind the old man, at the heart, there was a thin wound that was only several centimeters long.

There was no blood flowing around the wound, but he Yiming's eyesight saw the thrilling black in the wound.

He Yiming's true Qi has invaded the old man's body. In his induction, there is no blood in the old man's heart, as if it was suddenly pressed by something, squeezing out all the liquid in it in an instant.

"What's... Going on?"

He Yiming's voice seemed to be ethereal, and it was somehow not from the feeling in his mouth.

"Shui Xuanjin was already dead." Even now, his voice doesn't seem to fluctuate. His mood is like the most stable precision machine, and there has never been much fluctuation and change.

He Yiming raised his head with an inquiry in his eyes. He quietly looked at bai08.

In his eyes, it seems that there is no other person except 108, even if it is just like the arrival of the God Yu Jinglei and Zhu Baqi from the main peak of Tianchi mountain.

However, no one is dissatisfied with this. As long as he Yiming holds Shui Xuanjin and the expression on his face is so sad, it is enough to let anyone know that the relationship between them is indeed very important.

"When he was saving you, he stopped for a moment, and snake Ru's dagger had pierced his heart." Hundred and eight calmly said, "he was dead at that time. But..." hundred and eight turned his head, For the first time, his voice had a suspicious smell: "although he was dead, his heart immediately stopped beating under the pressure of some force, and the blood in his body was no longer circulating, so his appearance remained the same without any change. Even the venom on the dagger was controlled within his heart. Until you pushed him, this force dissipated, and the poisonous blood condensed in his heart instantly spread all over his body."

"Creak..."

The strange voice came from he Yiming's palm. People subconsciously saw that one of his hands had been tightly grabbed, and the strange voice came from his hand.

Yu Jinglei and Zhu Baqi looked at each other. Although they tried their best to come, they were still a little late in the end. They didn't see the fight between he Yiming and others and SOGO, so they didn't know what happened before they arrived.

However, after listening to the description of 108, it seems that Shui Xuanjin saved he Yiming's life.

Yu Jinglei glanced at Shui Xuanjin in the arms of he Yiming, and his heart was full of surprise. How can baisantian be qualified to intervene in the battle between the first-line strong?

Slowly, he Yiming stood up, his expression seemed to be the same, except for the hands that made the knuckles faint white because of excessive force, it seemed that there was no clue anymore.

However, when seeing he Yiming's eyes, many congenital strong people present felt a deep chill rushing up, reaching their brains along the spine, which made them shiver excitedly.

Even if it was stronger than Yu Jinglei and Zhu Baqi, their hearts were cold, and they were almost unable to stand and retreated.

He Yiming's eyes turned out to be full of the power of death.

This is the pure power of death. When they saw this look in their eyes, they suddenly felt that there was no vitality in the world, as if everything should be doomed.

Not only he Yiming's eyes are like this, but also his spirit and will are emitting this terrible breath at any time.

Holding the corpse of old man shuixuanjin, he suddenly turned around and walked away with great strides.

Zhu Baqi, who was originally standing in front of him, moved, but there was no resistance. He stepped aside like an instinct.

Zhu Baqi's face changed slightly, and his heart jumped heavily for a few times. As an old-fashioned strong man, his strength is undoubtedly strong, and his determination is as strong as a rock.

However, just at that moment, when he Yiming came towards him with water Hyun Jin in his arms, his heart could not help shaking violently.

When he could not help avoiding it, he found that he had subconsciously made this completely weak response.

He Yiming ignored Zhu Baqi's complicated thoughts, and his steps stepped forward.

Yu Jinglei was stunned and hurriedly shouted, "elder he, where are you going?"

He Yiming still ignored, his figure suddenly blurred, and instantly disappeared in front of everyone, just like the water Hyun Jin showed, crossing the distance between two points and a line in one step.

However, this time his pace was huge, and the distance he stepped out was even more incredible. It was just a blink of an eye, and he had completely disappeared in front of everyone.

Everyone looked at each other, and their hearts became more and more surprised.

Heyiming, when did he master such a powerful ability.

Taoist medicine and others have a trace of enlightenment in their hearts. It seems that he Yiming's ability should be understood under the guidance of Shui Xuanjin. Although the old man has only a hundred scattered sky realm, he is indeed unparalleled in his understanding of the power of the wind

He Yiming ran forward. He didn't care about his direction, and he didn't know how long it took. When he stopped, he suddenly felt some liquid dripping on the black and shiny water dazzle hibiscus.

He wiped his face. Unconsciously, his face was full of tears.

It was the first time since he was promoted to congenital that he really burst into tears.

Looking at the old man's face, the daze and pain in he Yiming's eyes gradually faded, replaced by an unforgettable crazy hatred.

He took a deep breath and suddenly drank softly, "108."

Behind him, a figure came out. It was 1008 who had been tracking all the way.

"Why didn't you just do it?" He Yiming said word by word, "if you take action, he won't die."

"I didn't scan the poisonous snake underground." There was a flash of light in his eyes, and I don't know whether it was his guilty performance.

The muscles on he Yiming's face twitched slightly. Although he was angry, he still had a sense after all. However, the anger and murderous spirit that constantly emerged made him suffer.

"What are you going to do?" Hundred and eight suddenly asked.

"Kill." He Yiming's voice seemed to burst out of his teeth: "a tooth for a tooth, I'll kill them all."

"You can't do it." Hundred and eight calmly said, "their total strength is far greater than you."

He Yiming suddenly looked up, and there was a hint of hope in his eyes: "elder Yu said that your force has reached the realm of three flowers, and I need your help."

"Sorry, I can only guarantee your safety, but I can't help you kill."

"Why?" He Yiming's eyes coagulated, and he tried his best to roar. Because he knew that without the help of 108, it was impossible for him to escape from those totem messengers, let alone revenge for Shui Xuanjin.

"Because my procedure stipulates that I cannot harm low-level intelligent creatures that do not threaten my life."

Although he Yiming was in extreme anger, he Yiming still widened his eyes. This explanation was indeed the first time he heard it, but for him who knew the origin of bai08, it did not seem to be bai08's way of prevarication.

Slowly, the murderous spirit and anger of he Yiming gradually subsided. He hesitated, as if thinking about something. Finally, a decisive color flashed in his eyes.

He turned around holding the old man's body and said, "108, I want to be quiet alone. Please don't follow me. In addition, please go back to the mountain and tell elder Yu that I will go back soon after I bury brother Shui."

After that, he Yiming strode in a certain direction.

This direction is completely opposite to the direction in which SOGO and others left, and baiba passed the monitoring of the heartbeat, knowing that he Yiming really calmed down.

When a person is in a frenzy of excitement, he may do many things that usually seem incredible. However, when he calmed down, the possibility of reckless suicide was much smaller.

In the inhuman brain of 108, countless pieces of information are being exchanged and judged at the fastest speed. Finally, when everything returns to calm, he has reached a conclusion.

He Yiming has put down this hatred, and the possibility of revenge at any cost will not exceed 1%.

After reaching this conclusion, baiba no longer hesitated, and he turned away.

With his speed, he returned to Hengshan in an hour even if he didn't exert himself to the extreme.

When he returned to Hengshan, he immediately caused a sensation.

Although the mountain path leading to the main peak has collapsed at this time, this does not affect the walking of many congenital strong people. As for the repair of the mountain path, naturally, the disciples will worry about it the day after tomorrow, and they don't need their concern. What can really be concerned by many congenital strong people is naturally he Yiming who left alone.

After arriving at Hengshan, baiba said what he Yiming asked him to bring back without concealment.

Yu Jinglei and others were relieved. Although Shui Xuanjin's death was regrettable, other people didn't pay much attention to him except that ting Shiguang had a deep friendship with him.

Especially for the people in Hengshan, as long as he Yiming is all right, it doesn't matter whether Shui Xuanjin is dead or not.

Hundred and eight put everyone's expression into his eyes. His face was calm, but his mind was constantly analyzing

He Yiming walked faster and faster, and his speed was constantly improving in the gallop.

At the same time, his feathery feat of following the wind has also been brought into full play. At this speed, even with his magic ability of 108, he can't hide it from his eyes and ears and track it.

After an hour, he Yiming finally slowed down. He was convinced that no one could track himself without being detected by him.

Then, his body turned and ran straight in a certain direction.

His feet sometimes lightly stepped on the branches in mid air, and immediately jumped out of a few meters away. Along the way, he never landed, leaving no trace.

At the same time, he also completely restrained his own breath, even if the innate strong want to track, it is difficult to do so.

Finally, when he stopped, he came to a quiet valley.

This is an extremely remote and quiet valley hidden in the mountains. It was in this valley that he Yiming found the double headed spirit beast and the huge mysterious white stone.

Here is the lucky place of he Yiming, and also the treasure place where he once determined to live up to the great Guan Dao behind him.

After arriving at the inner Valley, he Yiming took down the dagger. His luck was like a knife, and the light at the blade stretched and contracted indefinitely.

He turned his wrists like flying, but in a moment he had dug a big hole in all directions on the ground. Then, he leaped to the bottom of the mountain wall. With a horizontal broadsword, he immediately cut deeply into the solid rock wall.

Under the support of huge Qi, soon, a rock wall had been dug down by him in a barbaric way.

With the knife light flying, this rock wall has become a huge sarcophagus. Although the workmanship is relatively rough, he did the whole sarcophagus himself.

He Yiming picked up the old man's body and gently put it into the sarcophagus.

His movements were extremely gentle, as if the old man was not dead, but just asleep. But he was afraid of disturbing the old man's sleep, so he was so careful.

Put the sarcophagus into the cave he dug. He Yiming took a deep look at it for the last time.

The old man's face still maintained this confident and calm smile.

He Yiming's heart twitched faintly.

At the last moment of the old man's life, after his heart had been pierced by a poisonous blade, he not only did not immediately fall down, but with unparalleled great perseverance, condensed all the innate Qi in his heart, endured the incredible pain, but still stood behind him like a mountain.

This is the last thing the old man did for him.

At this moment, he Yiming thought of what the old man said to him outside the Tianluo capital.

"I'm relieved..."

When he Yiming made his own voice for Tianluo country, the old man was really relieved.

Vaguely, he Yiming has understood the old man's last thought in the world, and he also understands why he still has such a strong determination and perseverance in his body at the end of his life.

He breathed deeply, and his true Qi surged like boiling water.

He suddenly jumped up, waved in the air, and the huge and terrible knife had appeared in his hand.

The whole valley seemed to be full of that fierce and unparalleled huge knife awn.

Starting from the first of the thirty-six movements of Kaishan, he practiced one move at a time.

His spirit was highly concentrated, and a long suppressed anger rekindled in his heart. That huge force aroused by anger was boiling in his body, pushing his true Qi to the highest point one after another.

The twentieth, the twenty-first

When this form was exhausted, he Yiming's eyes widened. He didn't stop, but took advantage of the situation to cut out

Almost at the same time, the five elements of genuine Qi in his body flowed from the water system to the sharp golden genuine Qi in an instant according to the mutual changes.

Accompanied by a huge knife light, it flew towards the mountain wall in front of it.

With a loud bang, a huge crack spread straight from the ground to the opposite mountain wall, and a huge crack also opened.

Slowly, a white magic light emanated from the mountain wall.

He Yiming panted, and his eyes were pressing.

Kaishan, the 22nd move!