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Thousands of feet above, the old man put his sleeves behind his back and stared at the bloody altar with squinted eyes. His pupils seemed to have passed through layers of mist. He patted a finger of white snow accumulated on his body and swung away.

Eve closed her eyes in pain, her heart was filled with despair, and she had no faith in survival. The death of Gus' body caught her off guard. Before she could react, the three-leaf witch wand through her heart was about to dim. Gus fell slowly, the three sources of witchcraft power in his body disintegrated directly, and his life flowed away rapidly. Gus could barely open his eyes, smiled lightly at the two of them, and then closed his eyes.

Didn’t he say that the body was his, why didn’t he come and get it?

Gus had no complaints about the ghost in his body. It was like flesh cut from his own body. It was extremely kind. When he lived, he lived.

The old man came into the wind, waving his sleeves, and three golden lights from the witch's staff rushed towards the blood curtain. When it exploded, the blood curtain that was gradually darkening flashed for a few times, and Eve and Aisena, who were connected by the blood chain, fell down in response. , Qing Ming grunted, her shimmering body suddenly weakened without the blood supply, she squatted beside Gus, looked at the old man through the red curtain, let out another sigh, and said with a smile: "Finally Here comes someone who can fight."

The old man pointed out both of them, and wrapped his arms around Eve and the two of them under the faint light of his fingers. Kolbach walked to the two of them in a few steps, with his long sword stuck on the ground, kneeling on one knee, with his right fist on his chest, his face determined, He shouted to the old man: "The knight accompanying Gus asks you to take action and break down the altar."

The old man smiled, his horned beard bending slightly in the wind, and the ancient witch staff glowed with a few fluorescent lights in his hand. He looked at Qing Ming and said flatly: "I wonder where this person comes from?"

"After walking out of the gate of hell, where else can you come from?" Qing Ming sat cross-legged and brushed his hands over Gus's body. He looked at the old man but didn't say anything. The owner of this body was dead and he wanted to win it as soon as possible. The control of the body allows the soul to become familiar with this shell. Otherwise, although it can be used in a few hourglasses of time, the body at that time can only keep Qing Ming alive and cannot exert much of its own strength.

There was no sense of urgency on the old man's face. He was stroking his beard with a smile, turned to look at Kazuma aside, smacked his lips, and showed kindness, but Kazuma sensed a huge crisis, and subconsciously folded his arms in front of his chest to stop him. , in an instant, after the muffled sound of "bang", Ge Ma roared to the sky in pain, his chest was stained red with blood, his thick arms drew an arc in the air, and hit the ground heavily.

After another muffled sound, Qing Ming couldn't tell the joy or sorrow on his face, and an emotionless voice came: "Why bother the younger generation."

"I'm sorry, I am a junior. If you want to compete with the ancestors of the human race, I don't mind taking you to the tomb of the ancestors."

The old man took action again with a smile, and threw out the witchcraft staff. Kalama's huge body rumbled, and the purple thunder exploded. It happened to hit Kalama's skull. Kalama, who had no arms, could not resist, and could only Staring at the thunder snake unwillingly, "Boom..." After the thunder snake passed by, a wisp of black smoke floated out from the top of Kuzu Ma's head. Then, the huge body shook and fell down. .

After doing all this, the old man rubbed his hands and neck and smiled at Qing Ming: "You are the ancestor of Yaksha. I think I can't defeat you. This is not shameful. But as long as you dare to step through the Nether Mountains, I think there will be someone I came to find you. You four, follow me!"

There was absolutely no sense of shame in bullying the smaller ones. The old man turned around and looked at the shadows behind the altar that were constantly showing under the bombardment of purple thunder. He had an idea of ​​the true combat power of the sixty-four tribes in Northern Xinjiang.

The four of them did not experience the feeling of surviving a catastrophe. Eve bit her slightly pale lips, pushed the three of Aisena towards the old man with her delicate palms, and said stubbornly: "Senior, please push the three of them. Take it out."

"Aren't you leaving?" The old man frowned, glanced at Gus inside the red curtain again, lowered his eyelids, and sighed. At this time, Qing Ming had already begun to invade Gus's body, and he would be completely resurrected within a moment. At that time, again I really can't leave if I want to. At that moment, the old man made a decisive decision and shouted: "Let's go."

After taking two steps, the old man turned around and stared at the four people who were standing still. His old smiling face turned solemn and said, "Still not leaving? What are you thinking? I can't beat this guy."

Eve's face was anxious. She finally saw a chance to survive, and she saved her life in vain. But it was a good thing, in the end, she would inevitably end up with extreme joy and sorrow! Miserable, Eisenna's coldness flashed away, and Wushu took action, pushing Kolbach and Tabor behind the old man two or three times, and with that delicate face, she said coldly: "You two, leave quickly. There is still hope, otherwise, we will all die here."

Kolbaha's eyebrows were about to tangle together, his eyes kept flickering, looking into Aisena's eyes, gritting his teeth, and followed the old man with Tabor on his back.

Under the heavy snow, not long after, the entire northern border was wrapped in a layer of armor and became silent. As the old man left, there was no other sound outside the altar. The coalition forces of the sixty-four tribes in Northern Xinjiang stood far away from the altar. No one dared to step forward. Even the Yasha tribe could only mix in the coalition forces. Germa's wings swayed rhythmically, standing in the air, and through the illusion Waiting for the moment when the ancestors come.

There is nothing greater than grief. Eve seemed to have lost her soul. She sat down and put her chin on her knees. There was a smile on her lips but deep sadness in her eyes. Her belief in survival had already begun the moment Gus fell to the ground. After being killed, now I just think about dying with Gus, so my trip to Northern Xinjiang will not be in vain.

He met his father, married Gus, and was buried together in Northern Xinjiang. She had long felt God's deep love for her, and she no longer prayed for anything.

Eisenna looked bitter and stared at Gus's face sadly. In her world, she had died twice a long time ago. One was the day her mother drowned herself, the second was the day her grandfather left her, and the third was the day her mother drowned herself. This time, I actually watched the one I loved relieve myself three steps away.

He may be the disaster star, and whoever treats him well will bring disaster to him. He picked up the corner of his mouth mockingly, took off the milky white ring on his finger and held it in Eve's cold palm, "This ring was given to me by my grandfather. I give it to you today. It can also be regarded as leaving a mark. When I get to hell, I will be fine." Looking for you."

The ring is not big and fits just right on the finger.

The rosy Eve rubbed her eyes, solemnly took off the bracelet from her wrist and put it on Eisenna's wrist. She squeezed Eisenna's soft palm and whispered, "Do you like Gus?"

For a moment, flushing covered his pale face.

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The black clouds are still piling up and show no sign of dispersing.

Qing Ming's soul completely penetrated into Gus's body, and with a weak groan, the red curtain outside the altar also spread out. The eight tombstones were long gone, and it looked the same as anywhere else. Eve and Aisena Staring at the figure in the center of the altar, he was familiar yet unfamiliar.