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But then he could only watch helplessly as the flame landed on his shoulder, and he didn't even have time to make an evasive movement.

Flames soared into the sky in an instant!

"what--"

The shrill wailing resounded throughout the hall, and the whole team fell into chaos and panic because of the sudden situation!

However, the dancing flames would not spare them because of their fear. As the old man in the black cloak stretched out his withered fingers and tapped lightly in the air, two more people burned up all over.

Chapter 278 Burning

The two of them watched the old donkey's whole body burn, and the scorching heat and severe pain wrapped them up mercilessly at this moment. The two of them ran wildly, but where could they find any water source in this hall?

A slightly smarter person quickly fell to the ground and rolled around, only to find that the strange flame was burning more and more vigorously, and one person began to cry in panic, screaming: "Help me... save me!" ah……"

In desperation, he ruthlessly pounced on another forbidden soldier who was standing beside him without being caught on fire, and almost instantly, the same flame ignited on the body of the forbidden soldier who was hugged by him.

The fear of the unknown made the imperial guards almost unable to hold the swords in their hands, and those comrades who were howling and running in the flames looked like a terrifying ghost at this time, making them avoid them.

Not only one person ran towards his own people in despair, these sergeants had already lost their minds due to the burning pain of the flames, and the other sergeants also drew out their long knives in panic when they saw their flaming robes running towards him, and fiercely cut it up.

Blood and fire bloomed on one person at the same time, just like a brilliant demon flower. The hot blood dripped on the floor tiles of the hall, and flower patterns formed by flames were born.

Although he was beheaded by his former brothers, at this moment their faces showed a bit of peace, as if all the pain was leaving him with the blood flowing away, he closed his eyes, no matter what The body is gradually incinerated into a pile of coke.

And when the old man stretched out his hand again, the two guards who had already run a certain distance suddenly fell into the terrible flames, hissing and howling.

It was also the first time for Wu Ting to see such a strange situation, but his actions were much more decisive. As far as he was concerned, as long as it was someone who wanted him to die, even Lupu, he would kill him with his eyes closed. error.

What's more, they were only the forbidden soldiers who were not related to him. In just a round of chaos, there were two forbidden soldiers who died at his hands, but this actually inspired the morale of the remaining few forbidden soldiers. When they saw The two imperial guards who fled were almost ashes now, and they also knew that they had no way out. In the desperate situation, they clenched their long swords and aimed at the old man.

"Hey! Boy! What are you stunned for! Kill him! Don't let that old guy continue to set fire!" Wu Ting shouted angrily, pulling Qin Ke who was still in his dream back to reality. The old man rushed up.

In fact, the old man just looked tall when he stood up, but when he looked at him now, his height was even worse than that of Wu Ting, probably because his thin face and fingers were contained in the wide cloak, It gave him such a stalwart image.

The imperial guards were only a dozen steps away from him, and it might only be a matter of breath and breath when they really ran.The sword lights were glowing red by the flames, and they seemed to be desperately yearning for the old man's blood.

Go in!

kill him!

Kill him and it's over!

Seeing that the sword had gradually touched the old man's neck, the guards couldn't help showing the ecstasy of success. It turned out that the old man was not a monster, let alone a god, he was just a mortal body. Being hit by a sword, there should be only one "death" end.

But at this moment, there was a gentle breeze blowing in the hall, and with a few clear "bang", all the forbidden soldiers were thrown into the air almost at the same time!

Qin Ke's pupils shrank slightly. At some point, there was a person standing in front of the old man. He was also dressed in black. His eyes were cold in the firelight. He didn't even glance at the sergeants who rose into the air. Stand still in front of the old man.

Qin Ke didn't know him, but Wu Ting... was a little familiar with his figure, and felt that he had seen him somewhere.

Li Si.

The old man was blocked behind him, and said softly: "You are here."

Li Si tilted his head slightly and said, "My lord."

"Oh, I have been out of office for a long time... I am no longer you, or your master. Now I am just an old man. I come here every day to look at the stars, and I will let this rest of my life go." The old man shook his head. , said: "You come this time, do you have any news for me?"

"Yes." Li Si replied softly, but he looked around and said, "But, maybe it's not convenient now."

"Who are you?" Wu Ting didn't understand what they were talking about, but he also knew that the situation at the moment was even more dire. A spiritual practitioner who can use strange spells is already very troublesome, but after all, spiritual practitioners always have physical problems. Although he seemed weak, if Qin Ke could join forces with him, it might not be impossible to kill him.

But this Li Si who suddenly appeared was a character that even Lu Ming thought was unfathomable, and this became a dead end.

On Li Si's body, he couldn't feel a trace of breath, as if standing in front of the old man was a black hole, or a phantom, which he couldn't see or touch.

But he does exist.

Wu Ting already had the idea of ​​running away, but he knew that he couldn't run now. Even the movement of "pulling out his legs" would cause the person in front of him to panic, so he could only hold the hatchet in his hand tightly. , Trying to show a talkative expression and said: "Your Excellency is so familiar, maybe we have met before, the mountains and rivers have met, goodbye is fate, why not... we don't cross the river, today I call you Lord, Lord you How about raising your hands high and letting the little ones go?"

Persuasion can be subdued. To a certain extent, Wu Ting can be regarded as a manifestation of a strong desire to survive.

Li Si didn't speak, just looked at him with mocking eyes.

The old man shook his head, followed him by waving his hand lightly, as if driving away mosquitoes, and in an instant, all the remaining guards were on fire!

The sergeants were finally desperate, but in the midst of despair, the pain came faster than this. The flames bit their bodies like hungry wolves, eating their armor, although they didn't know how hot the flames were. , but from the gradually melting nail pieces and dripping molten iron, it can already be seen clearly.

In such a terrible flame, there is no way for human beings to survive.

Before the armor was melted, several soldiers almost lost their human form, their limbs were burned into dry branches and suddenly snapped, they couldn't stand up, fell to the ground, but they still didn't die, twitching all the time, when they arrived At this time, death is a kind of relief for them.

But in the flames, there was still one person who didn't fall down. With a loud shout, Wu Ting, who was covered in flames, rushed up holding a hatchet!

When the dots and dots of fire lighted up on his body just now, he had already flapped his hands continuously for the first time, but the flames were really like will-o’-the-wisps, even under the slap of his gravity, they would not Extinguished, tenaciously burning on his clothes bigger and bigger.

He stretched out his hand to untie the armor of the imperial army, but the flames suddenly accelerated, swallowing half of his body in an instant.

He widened his bloodshot eyes, and he knew he was going to die. Although he had been living a life of licking blood from the first day of being a bandit, he was already ready for his head to fall, but this kind of A useless and painful death is unacceptable to him.

He growled, no longer trying to extinguish the flames on his body, and as his right leg suddenly stomped to the ground, he was lifted into the air.

He almost exhausted all his strength, his bones were crackling, and his right leg unexpectedly bent into a terrible arc under this stomp, revealing half of the broken leg bone.

But Wu Ting didn't care anymore, since he was going to die, he had to pull someone behind him.

Anyway, he is a man, so he must not die like a fool!

With a body of flames that were gradually burning fiercely, he slammed into Li Si directly.

Li Si looked at Wu Ting covered in flames, and frowned slightly. Compared with all the people present, he knew more about the existence of the flames emitted by the old man.

And he was unarmed, so it was obviously troublesome to stop him.

Wu Ting smiled frantically, he made the right bet, Li Si did not stop him, and even stepped aside, as if he was afraid of the flames on his body and wanted to stay away.

He stared at the old man who was completely covered in a black cloak. He stood there without moving, perhaps because he was already too old, and there was no point in retreating at this moment.

His body is completely emaciated, which is enough to prove that after many years of wind and frost, he has been exhausted to a degree where he is almost exhausted-the body of a spiritual practitioner has always been worse than that of a practitioner of qi and blood. A spiritual practitioner already possessed an inhumanly tyrannical strength, once he was hit by an axe, he would bleed like an ordinary person, or even die.

The Qi and blood in Wu Ting's body had been poured into both arms in this short moment. Even if it was a hatchet, when he held it with both hands, it possessed immense strength. Even if there was a mountain in front of him, it seemed that he would This cut was split.

"Fuck you!" Wu Ting roared, the ax pointed down from top to bottom, aiming at the old man's head, and slammed it down...

Chapter 279 Demon?saint?

In such a short period of time, even if the cultivator wants to resist with spiritual strength, it may be too late, right?

That was the last thought he had left.

But then there was a loud bang, which annihilated his original expectations...

The old man didn't move, he just closed his eyes slightly, sighed, and said softly, "Huh."

Just one word, but it shocked everyone, like a landslide!

A terrifying force rushed towards Wu Ting suddenly, even the flames on his body were scattered into dots.

The ax had already been dropped, and Wu Ting, whose eyes were dark, flew out with a decisive attitude, and slammed into the stone pillar of the main hall. When he fell, his seven orifices were already bleeding, and his whole body was convulsed.

In fact, when the old man uttered that word, all the muscles and bones of his whole body were broken by the violent shock. Now he is blind, and there is only darkness in front of him. He wants to point to the old man, but he feels that this body is completely Out of his control.

His lips were trembling, his throat was like a broken bellows, and he wanted to say something "ho ho".

"Saint...Saint..."

Then his whole body oozes blood, and he dies silently under the pillar.

I don't know if at his last moment, he was glad that he died so simply and didn't continue to endure the pain of burning himself.

Li Si shook his head and turned his eyes away from Wu Ting. He had seen Wu Ting once in Lu Ming's cottage, but Wu Ting's life and death didn't matter to him, he just thought with some sarcasm: Zhao Ziyun, the famous silver gun general who stood at the pinnacle of martial arts back then, had to spend a lot of effort to get close to the master, let alone such an ordinary bandit who has not even broken through the third realm?

And everything in the hall was vigorous and quiet, and Qin Ke stood in the same place during this period, without moving a step.

During the whole process, he was like a stone sculpture, whether it was when the imperial army was burned or when Wu Ting launched the final blow to the old man, he seemed to have never heard of it.

But it wasn't that he didn't want to move.

He was suppressed by something invisible.

The old man looked over slowly, his eyes were so kind, but he felt full of fear immediately in his heart.

He remembered that he had read some classics about spiritual practitioners in the Book Pavilion of the Taixuetang. After all, no matter Wang Xuanwei he saw in the tomb of King Ye or the blind old man with erhu in Jianye City, they all It left an indelible impression on his mind.

The Xuanweizi in Wang Xuanwei's hands, the small sword controlled by the blind old man with the erhu, these mysterious methods are always somewhat mysterious in his eyes.

He doesn't know much about spiritual cultivation, and with his temperament, it is difficult for him to sit, meditate, and constantly temper his spirit for ten years. He has never thought of practicing spirituality, but since he decided to embark on Looking for the thorny road of the master, he knew that the struggle with practitioners was inevitable, so he had to learn more about spiritual practitioners.

He knows that spiritual practitioners do not have the saying of "passing through the three realms of bone marrow" like Qi and blood practice. They have another three realms: "no man's land", "no self state", and "no sentient beings". There is also no such strict boundary as the practice of Qi and blood, and it is not like step by step like the practice of Qi and blood practitioners. It is like climbing a mountain and will eventually climb to a high point.

The spirit of practice has no beginning and no end.

Countless people have sat in meditation for more than ten years, and may have gained nothing, but on a certain night, they saw a bright and bright moon, and there was no other person in their hearts, nor themselves.

This is the state of selflessness.

There are also countless people who, from the very beginning of spiritual practice, have made great progress and achieved self-forgetfulness, but it is difficult to make a step forward in their lives.

This kind of power that is completely invisible and intangible, seems to be really invisible and intangible when you practice it.

But there are some things he can still have a simple judgment.

Like the blind old man, using mental power to set up a barrier to resist his own attack is enough to prove that he has entered no man's land, and even in the case of external interference, he can still use his spiritual power flexibly.

And like Wang Xuanwei, when he stared, he set up countless layers of barriers in front of him, which could even temporarily block Gao Changgong's thunderous spear stabbing, at least above the level of selflessness, and considering that he can rely on his own strength Manipulating the densely packed Xuanweizi like a swarm of bees might be more powerful than he thought.

But now what is this?

Qin Ke felt his immobile body. He knew that even though spiritual power could draw a barrier to resist others, it was difficult to directly act on others and control their bodies. If you want to make a pair of shackles, the process is much more complicated.

So even Wang Xuanwei has never used such a technique, it may not be that he cannot use it, but that this kind of thing is too laborious and thankless.

But the old man is not like that.

He had already suppressed himself from the very beginning, and while suppressing himself, he could even easily burn the imperial army to death with flames, and shocked Wuting to death with a single "duh", what kind of realm is this?

Is there no living environment?

still higher...

He thought of the word "sage" that Wu Ting said with trembling lips before his death, and a chill ran up his spine and hit his head.

Saint, even among spiritual practitioners, this term is just a legend, and many spiritual practitioners even think that there is no such realm in this world.

Qin Ke is not sure whether what Wu Ting said is right or wrong, but at least one point, the old man does have the power to kill himself with a single gesture.

"Li Si." The old man said softly.

"Yes." Li Si nodded.

The footsteps of another group of people gradually came from the hall. It was the group that separated from the old donkey just now. They probably heard the strange noise coming from here, and they leaned towards this direction.

The old man raised his eyes slightly, Li Si understood, clasped his hands in salute, then turned around and disappeared into the shadows.

With Li Si's disappearance, Qin Ke suddenly felt that his body could move again, but he seemed a little stiff after being suppressed for too long.

He should have run away, but his rationality told him that it was meaningless to do so. He could move now only because the old man had loosened the "shackles". It's not difficult.

The lamps and candles lit by the imperial army were not long at all, but after a while, they gradually bottomed out, and some of them went out directly.

But the torches and remaining candles scattered on the ground still illuminated the eyes of the old man, from which Qin Ke saw fatigue, compassion, indifference, and kindness...but he couldn't see any killing intent.

The old man took a step forward, looked at Qin Ke with a smile, and asked, "Son, what's your name?"

"I..." Qin Ke coughed, and still didn't forget to hide it at this time, and quickly said, "My name is Dong Dabao..."

"No. Your name is not Dong Dabao." The old man shook his head slightly, looked at Qin Ke avoiding his gaze, and said with a soft smile, "Are you afraid of me?"

"No... afraid." Qin Ke naturally knew in his heart that he was terrified to death now, but even if he confessed that he was afraid at this moment, what's the point.

"Don't be afraid, I'm just an old man who is dying." The old man's voice was very soft, as soft as a feather.

Dying old man?

Qin Ke sniffed the smell of charcoal in the air. The flame was so intense that he couldn't smell the stench that the corpse should have when it was burnt. Qin Ke couldn't let go of his fear. Those who can do all this, How could it be an old man who was dying?

"Oh..." Of course he didn't dare to say such words, he could only nod in response, hoping that this unfathomable old man would let him go.

The old man also seemed to see Qin Ke's insincere words, but he didn't feel annoyed at all, and smiled very patiently: "It's okay, you still don't understand."

"Understand what?" Qin Ke raised his head, somewhat puzzled.

The old man stood up straight, and Qin Ke realized that he was more than a head taller than himself. Although he was thin, he was like a straight bamboo. His eyes fell on the "armillary sphere" that was constantly running behind him. The rattling and rattling sound of gears and machines could be heard endlessly, and there was a bit of relief in his eyes.