Start the Nine Suns Divine Art, marry Zhou Zhiruo

Zhou Tong killed him in vain, and the Da Fu Mo Fist reached Gang Zhiyang, and his five internal organs were split open with one punch, he vomited blood, and his whole body fell to the ground.

If Zhang Wuji hadn't moved the yin and yang qi and lost most of his strength, he would have been beaten to death instantly.

"Zhang Wuji,"

At this time, the woman in the yellow shirt rushed to Zhou Zhiruo's side, with five fingers hanging on top of her head, and shouted at Zhou Tong: "Song Qingshu, don't stop? Do you want your wife to taste me too?" Is it the taste of Nine Yin White Bone Claws?"

Zhou Zhiruo couldn't move, and blood flowed out from the hem of her white clothes, and the pain penetrated into the bone marrow.

She realized something, knowing that if things went on like this, the fetus in her womb would definitely be lost, so she couldn't help but burst into tears.

Seeing that she has fallen into the enemy's hands at this time, and even implicated her husband, she felt ashamed for a moment, closed her eyes and waited for death.

Zhou Tong squeezed Zhang Wuji's neck, making a creaking sound in his palm, then dragged his body on the ground and walked on.

His eyes were bloodshot, but at this moment, the whole person became extremely calm. That kind of expression gave the heroes present a chill from the bottom of their hearts.

Accompanied by Zhou Tong's footsteps, the blood on his body and Zhang Wuji's blood left a bloody trail behind him.

"Release Zhiruo immediately, otherwise..."

Zhou Tong said word by word: "I swear on my life, I will definitely let your blood flow into rivers in the tomb of the living dead, and kill you all in battle, leaving no dog or dog behind."

The pupils of the woman in the yellow shirt shrank in vain, and she said with some doubts, "How do you know..."

"How do I know you're from the tomb of the living dead?" Zhou Tong pinched Zhang Wuji's neck, and with a sudden force, he threw his body at the white-browed Eagle King and Zhou Dian who were standing in front of him.

"Song Qingshu, you are courting death." The eagle king with white eyebrows was furious, but he could only avoid it.

Zhou Dian didn't dare to pretend to be crazy anymore and utter nonsense, for fear that Zhou Tong would be angered at this time and Zhang Wuji would be killed on the spot.

There seemed to be no emotion in Zhou Tong's eyes, they were so cold to the bone that it made people feel fear from the bottom of their hearts.

"The Ancient Tomb Sect originally had a deep connection with my Emei Sect, but you teamed up with outsiders to make things difficult for Emei."

As Zhou Tong said, a bleak laugh came out of his throat, and he laughed maniacally and said, "You shouldn't, you shouldn't, you just shouldn't do anything to Zhiruo."

His voice was as gloomy and haunting as a nine ghosts, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You shouldn't have hurt our child."

The woman in the yellow shirt couldn't help being startled when she heard the words, and looked at Zhou Zhiruo in front of her, only then did she realize that there was already a puddle of blood under her feet, and the lower abdomen was even more glaring.

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Chapter 46 The Death of Zhao Min

The woman in the yellow shirt never thought that she would accidentally injure the innocent fetus in her womb. She couldn't help sighing, put away her palms, and drew back.

Zhou Tong stepped forward, threw Zhang Wuji to the ground, and then hugged Zhou Zhiruo who was on the verge of falling.

"Husband, husband...our child." Zhou Zhiruo said in a mournful tone, her voice was full of sadness and desolation, as well as unforgettable regret.

"It doesn't matter, don't be afraid, as long as you are well, we will definitely have another child." Zhou Tong was heartbroken at this time, but he could only hold back his grief, and softly comforted the weeping woman in his arms.

He urged his own zhenqi to combine with Zhou Zhiruo's zhenqi to stabilize her injury, and at the same time shouted: "Master Mingjing, please do whatever it takes to heal Zhiruo's wounds. Song Qingshu will never forget her great kindness. "

Master Mingjing stepped forward too quickly, felt his pulse, then took out the silver needle with a sigh, and stabilized Zhou Zhiruo's injury.

At this time, all the heroes in the field were silent, no one thought that the original martial arts contest between the Emei sect and the eminent Shaolin monks would turn into such a scene in the blink of an eye.

"Master, how is Zhiruo?" Zhou Tong asked anxiously, his voice full of unprecedented anxiety.

Master Mingjing dropped 33 silver needles one after another, wiped the sweat from his lost forehead, proclaimed the Buddha's name, and sighed, "Master Zhou's fetus was unstable and there were signs of miscarriage. , although it did not harm the fetus, it caused pelvic bleeding."

She paused for a moment, seemed a little hesitant, and wanted to say something, but finally shook her head and said: "Although I have tried my best, there is nothing I can do..."

When Zhou Zhiruo heard this, her body froze completely, as if a thunderbolt from the blue sky had exploded beside her ears, her eyes turned black, and she was about to faint.

Zhou Tong forcibly suppressed the grief in his heart, comforted his grief-stricken wife in his arms, and said softly: "Zhiruo is not afraid, there is a husband here, it is my fault that I did not protect you two."

He gently comforted Zhou Zhiruo, but the murderous intent and anger in his eyes became more and more surging, almost turning into substance.

The White-Browed Eagle King and Zhou Dian looked at each other, knowing that the situation was not good, they wanted to take Zhang Wuji back.

At this time, Zhou Tong slowly placed Zhou Zhiruo in Mingjing's teacher's arms, and said slowly: "I also ask my teacher to help me take care of Zhiruo temporarily. I have some grievances, and I need to settle it now."

When he said this, every word was suppressing the hatred and murderous intent in his heart, like a volcano about to erupt, capable of destroying everything at any time.

"Song Benefactor, I..." Seeing Zhou Tong's expression, Master Mingjing couldn't help being terrified, until there was going to be a bloodbath.

It's just that at this moment, the White-browed Eagle King and Zhou Dian joined forces to kill, one of them raided Zhou Tong, and the other snatched Zhang Wuji, the speed was extremely fast.

Zhou Tong didn't say a word, he didn't roar, he didn't howl, it was just the coldness on his body, but it was able to freeze the heart and make people tremble from the bottom of their hearts.

The blood on his back kept flowing out, even with the protection of the Nine Suns Divine Art, he couldn't help but see blackness at this moment.

But the momentum on his body reached an unprecedented peak at this moment.

Rumble!

With a punch, the wind exploded, and the eagle king with white eyebrows was beaten backwards.

Chi!

The spiral nine shadows flickered, like ghosts from hell, subduing demons from all directions, knocking Zhou Dian and Zhang Wuji in his arms upside down, splashing blood into the sky.Vertex Fiction

"Do not……"

Zhou Dian's pupils shrank sharply, and he roared.

However, it was too late, Zhou Tong strode forward, like a vengeful demon, punching Zhang Wuji's head that fell to the ground.

However, at this moment, a golden hairpin hit Zhou Tong's fist. The familiar technique was not exactly Zhao Min.

Facing the sharp golden hairpin, Zhou Tong kept his fists motionless, and continued to blast at Zhang Wuji, allowing the hairpin to pierce through his left palm, tearing flesh and nailing into bones.

It's just that the piercing pain, how could it reach a ten thousandth of the grief in his heart at this moment, let the blood splash, still gritted his teeth and smashed at Zhang Wuji fiercely.

"I want you to die without a whole body!"

"Kill me!"

His long hair fluttered wildly, and at this moment, all the anger, hatred and murderous intent poured out, accompanied by roars and fists, like a landslide and tsunami.

Seeing that the head of the Ming Cult leader was about to be beaten to pieces and died on the spot, a figure stood in front of Zhang Wuji recklessly.

Although Zhang Wuji was seriously injured, he had already recovered to some extent under the operation of the Nine Suns Divine Kungfu, he was just delaying time so that he could recover faster.

Feeling the danger of death, at the very moment, his eyes opened in vain, and his palms were like dragons going out to sea, pure yang zhenqi poured out like overwhelming mountains and seas.

However, the moment he punched out, he let out a heart-piercing roar.

"No... Minmin..."

Zhou Tong's Great Subduing Demon Fist and Zhang Wuji's Nine Suns Divine Art blasted out at the same time, immediately hitting Zhao Min, who was standing in front of Zhang Wuji, until his flesh was bloody and he was about to die on the spot.

Zhang Wuji recklessly poured his Chunyang Zhengqi into Zhao Min's body, causing a blush to appear on her face.

Seeing this, Zhang Wuji not only showed no joy, but showed a look of great pain, and tears kept falling.

"Minmin...Minmin..."

He roared at the top of his lungs, completely ignoring the consumption, and his internal energy poured into the body of the woman in front of him like a tide.

"Wuji... Zhang... Zhang Wuji..."

Zhao Min's mouth was bleeding, and accompanied by a severe cough, even pieces of viscera were coughed out.

"You, you said..."

"Say... love... love..."

Before she finished speaking, her eyes suddenly dimmed, like bright stars extinguished, and Zhang Wuji's hand, which was tightly grasped, also dropped powerlessly.

"Minmin, Minmin! Don't!"

Zhang Wuji roared crazily, with tears running down his cheeks, he roared wildly: "I know, I know..."

"You want to hear me say I love you."

"Wake up quickly!"

"Wake up, you are the scheming Zhao Min, how could you leave me so cruelly?"

Holding Zhao Min's body in his arms, Zhang Wuji choked up tears and shouted, "Minmin, I love you, the person I love has always been you..."

"Wake up to me quickly so that I can tell you. I will only tell you all my life."

But no matter how he shouted, Zhao Min's body gradually cooled down. This woman who had countless pasts with him, the woman he loved and hated at the same time, the woman who abandoned her father and brother and everything for him...

After all, he was still dead, and was beaten to death in his arms by his own palm!

The White-browed Eagle King and Zhou Dian rushed to Zhang Wuji's body, standing in front of Zhang Wuji, staring at Zhou Tong with vigor.

The atmosphere on the field was extremely silent, only the monks of Shaolin Temple chanted the Buddha's name and recited the scriptures of transcendence.

But at this time, Zhou Zhiruo firmly grasped Master Mingjing's palm, her voice was hoarse, and she said excitedly: "Master, you mean, you have a way to keep my child?"

Master Mingjing looked at Zhou Zhiruo, with a complicated and unbearable look on her face, and said, "That's right, it's just..."

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Chapter 47 Punching Xie Xun

Master Mingjing looked at Zhou Zhiruo and proclaimed the Buddha's name, but she couldn't say the next thing no matter what.

Zhou Zhiruo held Master Mingjing's hand tightly, and said in an excited and stubborn tone: "Master, please save my child, no matter what price you pay, I will accept it."

"Amitabha." Master Mingjing clasped his hands together and sighed, "I have a method, which is to prick acupuncture points with silver needles to stimulate the potential of the human body, nourish the fetus, and stabilize the fetal image."

"It's just that this kind of secret technique will greatly consume your vitality."

"When a child is born, I'm afraid it will be the day when you will run out of oil and lamps, and your body will die and your soul will perish..."

"Amitabha, good is good."

Master Mingjing couldn't bear it too much, this kind of secret technique harmed the peace of heaven and violated the principles of human relations, if she had no choice, she definitely didn't want to say it.

Zhou Zhiruo's face instantly turned pale, and she lightly placed her hand on her lower abdomen, completely stunned.

At this moment, she thought of the entrustment and last wish of her master Juejue Shitai before her death; she thought of Zhou Tong who had just married herself; she thought of the declining Emei...

"I haven't fulfilled my late teacher's last wish; I haven't enjoyed the joy of newly-married with my husband; I haven't revived Emei's prestige..."

Countless thoughts flashed through Zhou Zhiruo's mind, and she gradually closed her eyes. There were tears in her eyes, which couldn't help but slip down.

"But I'm a mother!"

"Just watch my child die like this?"

"My heart hurts, it hurts!"

Zhou Zhiruo's various emotions at the moment are difficult for anyone to understand.

She was just a young woman, in the prime of her life, at the best time of her life.

She still has a bright future...

However, now she has to face such a cruel choice. For her, this is a kind of heart-piercing pain and torture.

"Either I watch my child die, or I can only end my own life."

"God, why did you treat me so unfairly..."

At this time, Mingjiao and Zhou Tong confronted each other, Shaolin Temple was finally able to intervene, and disciples of Arhat Hall surrounded Zhang Wuji and others.

Abbot Kongwen sighed and said, "Master Zhang, why did you come here? Good will be rewarded with good, and evil will be rewarded with evil. It's not that there is no retribution, the time has not yet come."

"All living beings have cause and effect. You forcibly intervene in Xie Xun's affairs, but you are so exhausted that Miss Zhao died. It is really difficult to sort out the right and wrong of the grievances."

"It's just that this Shaolin Temple can't accommodate Mingjiao members. Master Zhang, please take people down the mountain quickly..."

Hearing that the abbot was pronouncing the name of the Buddha, he issued an order to drive away the guests, and he did not want to see the people of Mingjiao reborn in right and wrong.

At this time, Zhang Wuji only had Zhao Min in his heart, and he still had endless hatred. His internal qi was disordered, and for a while, he was so angry that he spurted out a mouthful of scarlet blood, and passed out on the spot.

"No worries."

"Master."

The white-browed Eagle King and Zhou Dian turned pale with fright, and hurried forward to investigate.

After a while, the White-browed Eagle King heaved a sigh of relief, picked up his grandson from the ground, and then signaled the congregation to lift up Zhao Min's body.

He looked at Zhou Tong, and said in a cold tone: "Song Qingshu, my Mingjiao has written down today's revenge. When Wuji recovers from his injuries in the future, my Mingjiao has millions of people, and I will never let you Song Qingshu and Emei go easily."

"You, do it yourself!"

After all, Yin Tianzheng was about to turn around and leave with Zhang Wuji in his arms, Zhou Dian said hesitantly: "Eagle King, Lion King, old man..."