Even if we meet, we should not know [new version]

Just when everyone thought that Immortal Chang Sheng ordered Feng Zhaoming to be pulled down from the execution platform, they saw that the light of Immortal Chang Sheng's fingertips suddenly dimmed, and the amazing spiritual pressure around him suddenly shrank.

He narrowed his slender eyes and smiled slightly.

"Feng Zhaoming, are you not bad? This trick, it's fine if I lose. Can you still stand up?"

As soon as the words fell, everyone was stunned and said in astonishment: "Losing? How could it be! If there is one more ball of light, Feng Zhaoming will definitely die..."

Then I saw Feng Zhaoming kneeling on the white stone slab silently.

The cold rain fell drop by drop.

Every time he took a breath, his body was suffering unspeakable pain.

but……

Feng Zhaoming wiped the blood from his lips, and slowly stood up.

...he couldn't stop.

Immortal Lord Chang Sheng clapped his hands lightly, and said: "In this case, Feng Zhaoming, come and take the second move from me."

When the weather is cold, the rain turns to frost.

It was cold and windy, and it was amazingly cold.

The endless frost and snow, silently and one after another, was about to fall on Feng Zhaoming's shoulders.

This snow is extremely white and pure, without any killing intent.

However, everyone knows that the bipolar execution tower has become the ice and snow battlefield of Immortal Lord Chang Sheng.The snowflakes transformed by the fairy master have amazing lethality.

With Feng Zhaoming's state at this time, it might be difficult to resist the power of even a single snowflake.

At this point, everyone knew the intention of Immortal Lord Changsheng to admit defeat.

He is probably very interested in Feng Zhaoming's way of fighting, so he regards Feng Zhaoming as a plaything in his hands, and he must continue to use more methods to test and study.Until you have had enough fun, then close your palms and squeeze to death.

Thinking of Chang Sheng being the supreme fairy master, acting so perversely and wickedly, everyone felt a chill rising behind their backs, and also felt that Feng Zhaoming had fought all his life and ended up in such a mess, it was a pity.

At this moment, an extremely powerful and complex aura suddenly rose from behind Feng Zhaoming.

Feng Zhaoming's pupils shrank slightly, the cold wind blowing against him pushed his black hair forward.

He fully understood what happened, wanted to turn around, but couldn't move, so he could only whisper: "No...no..."

That powerful aura, like a pair of invisible big hands, did not obey Feng Zhaoming's order, but rushed towards Immortal Lord Chang Sheng swiftly.

Chang Sheng only felt that he was enveloped by a strange and mysterious aura, countless snowflakes that should have fallen on Feng Zhaoming's shoulders rose in the opposite direction and merged into raindrops.

"This is……"

Immortal Lord Chang Sheng squinted his eyes, and recognized the trick.

This is by no means a means that Feng Zhaoming can use, this is...

"This is the third form of the four formulas of time and time, 'Last year, today in this door'."

All the monks looked back together, and saw a tall and thin figure in the raging fire, staggering to stand up from the flames.

It was the Sect Master Bai Ren who was supposed to be in a coma after being seriously injured!

"Bairen! How can he still do it?"

Seeing this situation, some monks trembled and exclaimed.

"The Sword Beast Clan can't use their spiritual power when they conceive their heirs, but at this time Feng Zhaoming dug out the hearts and souls of hundreds of mortals in his body, severely injured Bairen, but allowed him to use his spiritual power!"

Seeing that Bairen's body was extremely weak, he seemed to be fainting even standing up.

Feng Zhaoming wanted to help, but was mercilessly blocked by Immortal Lord Chang Sheng, unable to use the teleportation technique.

Immortal Lord Chang Sheng was able to do things with ease, and said with a smile: "It's a good move 'last year today in this door', but it's a pity that Bai Ren's spiritual power is exhausted, and you have reached the end of the mountain. Can you use this move again?"

In Bai Ren's eyes, which had been blind for a long time, a very vicious expression suddenly burst out.

"Old stuff, try it!"

As soon as these words came out, all the immortal cultivators suddenly burst into thunderous shouts.

"Bullshit!"

"How dare this wicked beast speak wild words!"

"Bairen! You don't know how to repent!"

Feng Zhaoming turned his back to Bai Ren, his body was covered in blood, his back was trembling slightly, and he also said: "Bai Ren, don't mess around. You stop...don't make any more moves!"

Feng Zhaoming was unusually eager, as if he knew something.He really wanted to turn around and see Bairen's situation.

It's a pity that Immortal Master Chang Sheng would not easily let go of the plaything that broke into his hands. He knew that as long as he clenched Feng Zhaoming tightly, Bai Ren would definitely not stand idly by. That would be more interesting and make him more excited.

Immortal Lord Chang Sheng is much stronger than Feng Zhaoming, even if Feng Zhaoming uses desperate moves, he can't make him take half a step back.

Bairen trembled all over, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were closed tightly.

A profuse amount of cold sweat trickled down the back of his neck.

Bai Ren could clearly feel that his state was quite dangerous.

He was so badly wounded that he was almost on his deathbed.

After the inner alchemy enters the body, premature aging is inevitable.

...Are you going to die here?

Bairen chuckled twice, and died as soon as he died.He is not afraid of anything anymore.

What is there to be afraid of?

In order to get rid of illnesses and prolong life, and have both fortune and wealth, people in the world are eager to practice the Way of Time.

However, those who are really happy are very few.Why?

And why is it called "No. 1 in the Avenue of Time?"

Bairen, who has been blind for a long time because the world cannot see through time, has a glimpse of this path.

——What is time?

To save the law and understand the mind, the mind has nothing to gain, it is time.

The heart is empty and silent from the beginning, it is time.

The heart has no place to live, it is time.

The heart is the Tao, and it is the time.

Knowing all dharmas is all dharmas.

——It is time to enter Nirvana without being attached to life and death.

Bai Ren never asked immortals for fear of death.

He is always willing to give his life, as long as he can return to his side...

Bairen took a step forward.

At that moment, Bai Ren's mind went blank.

He seemed to 'see' something in his long-blind eyes.

A large number of pictures flooded into Bairen's mind, and he froze slightly, looking as if he was stunned.

Bai Ren's body jumped straight forward, approaching Feng Zhaoming desperately.

But soon, Bai Ren's eyes lit up, he stopped in his tracks, and stopped suddenly.

At this moment, the vision suddenly appeared.

From behind Bairen, there suddenly came an extremely cool breath.

In Bai Ren's eyes, he could only see Feng Zhaoming's shocked expression when he looked back.

Bai Ren showed a clear smile, he wanted to speak, and said, "Xian'er..."

However, before Bai Ren could speak, the world suddenly turned around in front of Bai Ren's eyes.

A lavender figure moved under the double-pole execution tower, suddenly burst out with spiritual power, and then attacked Bairen.

Immortal Art - Star Shifting Objects Turning!

A large number of stars surrounded Bai Ren and moved him to a place far away from Feng Zhaoming.

Feng Zhaoming's strength is far from that of Chang Sheng's Immortal Lord. When he was fighting fiercely, he was attacked from behind with a surprise attack, and he watched Bai Ren being captured.

The person who made this shocking blow was the noble girl of the Lian family, Fairy Lian Longyu.

Her eyes were gloomy, and strong anger radiated from her whole body.

After a successful blow, Lian Longyu trapped Bairen with immortal techniques.

"I want you to die!"

Lian Longyu burst into tears, she was emotional and trembling all over.

Anger, resentment, unwillingness, and... endless jealousy!

All kinds of emotions gnawed at Lian Longyu's heart like a poisonous snake.

Bairen couldn't use even one trick of immortality anymore, and when Lian Longyu caught him like this, he didn't show a panicked expression.

"Who told you...to make him show that look! Damn you! Bairen!"

Lian Longyu drew out the fairy sword with a backhand, and thrust it out sharply, stabbing Bairen's heart fiercely.

Boom!Boom!

In an instant, blood spurted out.

Bairen arched his body, and the sharp sword passed through his heart.

Under the severe pain, Bai Ren tightly closed his eyes.

"I want you to die!"

Lian Longyu's eyes were crazy, and the saber stabbed Bai Ren's chest forcefully.

Under the excruciating pain, Bai Ren couldn't bear it any longer, blood spurted out of his mouth, and the blood spattered on Lian Longyu's face.

But he did not reveal his dying fears.Different from Lian Longyu's ferocity, Bai Ren even showed a smile on his face.

His body was suspended in the air, his pale lips approached Lian Longyu's ear, and said softly:

"...I pity you."

Hearing his inaudible four words, Lian Longyu was stunned immediately with a furious and ferocious expression.

Bai Ren's mouth was filled with blood, and seeing that he was about to die, he looked calm and said with a smile:

"Even if I die, I will not die by your hands."

"..."

"Lian Longyu, what you want...I want you to never get it."

In the violent storm, Bai Ren suddenly raised his right hand, facing Lian Longyu's sharp saber, and grabbed it with his bare hands.

At that moment, everything faded away.

The world suddenly fell silent.

Then, a strange and powerful spiritual power gushed out from Baenin's hands and rushed straight into the sky.

Lian Longyu's eyes widened suddenly, before she could react, there was a burst of green light rushing towards her eyes, the distance was so close that her eyes were closed tightly.

The green light came from Baenin's hands, as if burning his life, it burned into the shape of a raging fire in an instant.

Bai Ren's hand holding Lian Longyu's saber was gradually tightened, and when it seemed slow, he became firm, and pulled out the sword inch by inch.

The sharp blade was pulled out, making a chilling sound.The pain was worse than piercing into the body, but Bai Ren didn't say a word.

Bai Ren's pale face was reflected green like jade by the light, his expression was so vivid, as if the previous weakness and serious injury had all disappeared.

All of this is a long story, from Lian Longyu hurting Bairen, to Bairen grabbing the sword and pulling it out, it was only a blink of an eye, and no one except the person involved reacted.

After Bai Ren threw Lian Longyu's saber on the ground, he made an astonishing move.

He turned his hands to the bleeding wound on his chest and pressed down.

There was only a slight crisp sound, and with a "crack", Bai Ren's chest and abdomen collapsed.

"Huh!" There was a sound of wind, and the flesh and blood of the wound burst open, turning into red flowers all over the sky.

Cloudy and foggy.

It rained a lot.

When Feng Zhaoming turned his head, he saw such a scene.

Countless fiery red impatiens flew up against the wind, and were blown by the wind, dancing wildly in all directions.

Eyes are red.

In just an instant, Bairen's waist, fingers... turned into fiery red impatiens one after another, like a death row prisoner being tortured, so terrifying.

Countless red flowers are colorful and dazzling, too beautiful to behold.

Feng Zhaoming's face suddenly changed, he opened his eyes wide, turned around, wanted to take a step, wanted to get to Bai Ren's side as soon as possible...as soon as possible.

Immortal art - Miaoyishanhe!

Feng Zhaoming desperately urged the strongest moving moves.

But his figure flashed ten steps away from Bairen, and he was attacked by Chang Sheng from behind. Feng Zhaoming vomited a mouthful of blood, couldn't stand anymore, staggered, and knelt on the ground.

Trembling all over, he struggled to crawl towards Bairen.

Grabbing forward with his right hand, his voice was almost moaning:

"no no……"

"..."

Immortal Lord Changsheng withdrew his hands and stood with his hands behind his back.

He has already seen that no matter what he does next, Feng Zhaoming will no longer have the reaction to evade or fight back, it is just a matter of life and death.

"boring."

Chang Sheng turned around and left, saying: "I'm tired. Everyone, let's go."

Under the bipolar execution tower.

Lian Longyu sat on the ground, her eyes wide open, and her breathing was rapid.

She suddenly recognized that the immortal technique that Bai Ren forcibly used just now was the fourth form of "Four Forms of Time".

Known as the strongest attacking method of Hundred Ninja - "While the flower falls, the person dies and the two don't know".

This move costs Bai Ren's life and hardly consumes spiritual energy.

Those who are caught by this trick will turn into countless falling flowers.In an instant, he would die in Huangquan, and there was no room for change.

At this time, Bai Ren used such tragic tricks on himself, and he was eager to die.

Lian Longyu stared blankly at Bai Ren, and suddenly heard a sobbing cry, she turned her head, and saw Feng Zhaoming, whose clothes were messed up and his hair scattered, moved to Bai Ren's side with difficulty, and hugged him tightly .

These days, Lian Longyu can always recall the scene when she first saw Feng Zhaoming.

Surrounded by the incense burner, the boy's eyes are slightly closed, his back is as straight as a bamboo, elegant and unapproachable.

She just didn't want to see his painful, struggling eyes anymore.

But now... but now...

Not only did Longyu recognize "the flower falls and the person dies without knowing", Feng Zhaoming also recognized it.

His eyes are all about him, and he has no place for himself at all.

Lian Longyu burst into tears, covered her face and stood up, running away as if fleeing for her life.

She hates and is jealous.

What Bai Ren said was right, he would not die in the hands of Lian Longyu.

Even Bai Ren would not let her get what Longyu wanted.

Even if it was Feng Zhaoming's resentment, she couldn't wish for it.

heavy rain.

Under the rain curtain, Bairen opened his eyes with difficulty and looked up.

He was seriously injured, he ignored the medicine and stones, but his eyes were extremely bright, as if returning to the light.

Bai Ren held Feng Zhaoming's neck tightly with one hand, and touched Feng Zhaoming's pale, sweaty face with the other.

"Xian'er... I know it. In this world, you like me the most."

"……Um."

"What did you say? Xian'er." Bai Ren coughed violently, almost out of breath.

"Speak clearly, please, and let me hear."

"I like you the most."

Feng Zhaoming hugged Bairen tightly, he lowered his head, tears mixed with rainwater, and dripped down on Bairen's face.

"In this world, I only love you...but I...can't save you..."

Bairen laughed, but tears welled up in his eyes:

"I was the one who harmed you...Xian'er, to this day, I don't blame you for everything. Don't cry, I feel so sorry...Huh?"

The master of Bairen sect is tyrannical, and he founded Puyue sect by himself, and his subordinates are strict and strict. He is a strong monk who has been famous for a long time in Zhengwuzhou.

He has an unpredictable personality and is prone to tantrums.

However, at this moment, Bai Ren, facing the person he loves the most, his voice is soft and soft, with endless affection, and he can't hide it at all.

Bai Ren was on his deathbed, and he seemed a little anxious.

"Xian'er, I am a member of the Sword Beast clan. Greed and hatred are inherent in my nature. What I want has never been this life..."

Feng Zhaoming held Bairen's slipping hand and let him touch his face.

"...I want to be with you forever, forever. That place..."

"what?"

Bairen's eyes gradually became lax, his whole body was hot and weak, his breathing was short of breath, and he said intermittently:

"That place...is a place that only you know, Xian'er, only you know, you have to remember..."

Bai Ren's voice became lower and lower.

When he finished speaking, his body stopped suddenly, and his eyes suddenly became confused.

Bairen slowly closed his eyes and was silent again.

"..."

"..."

"No, no, no..."

Feng Zhaoming's emotions completely collapsed. With a painful expression on his face, he leaned over and threw himself at Bai Ren's body.

"call!"

I only heard the long sound of the wind.Hundreds of fiery red phoenix immortals soared into the sky from Bairen's body, and were wet by the rain, turned into powder and disappeared.

Feng Zhaoming's arms were empty and cold to the bone.

... Not even a strand of hair remained.

He stared blankly at his arms, vaguely, as if he could still feel the weight of that person.

Between heaven and earth, the sound of rain faded away.

The old man is gone, only one person is left.

When fate gathers, it will be born, and when fate is scattered, it will perish.

All the onlookers looked at each other.

Up to now, even though the progress of the matter met the purpose they expected when they came, the monks could not have much fun after all, and there was a faint feeling of compassion.

They all sighed and dispersed.

Some monks who hoped to make friends with Feng Zhaoming hesitated for a while, stepped on the blue and white stone slab, and said:

"...Feng Xianjun, you are so precious."

However, Feng Zhaoming's expression was cold, he did not move, and did not respond.

The monk was a little embarrassed, thinking of the tragedy that Feng Zhaoming had encountered, shook his head, turned and left.

The rain was getting heavier.

Feng Zhaoming knelt on the ground alone, looking up at the sky.

A lot of rain washed Xianjun's pale face.

At this moment, a tsunami of sadness and pain almost overwhelmed him.

Feng Zhaoming just wanted to cry loudly.But he couldn't even cry.

"Master—!"

I do not know how long it has been.

A cry that seemed to erupt from the chest came from the south.

Qianqing and Lin Zichu rushed out of the crowd and rushed to the double pole execution tower.

They were all stunned seeing the bloody scene here.

He also saw Feng Zhaoming kneeling under the pagoda alone, his face pale.

The two of Qian Lin shouted and rushed forward.

Hearing this call, Feng Zhaoming turned his head to look.

But his eyes seemed to look elsewhere through Qianlin and the two.

Feng Zhaoming's body softened, and that spine, which would not bend even if the sky fell, fell down as if being pulled out by someone.

"Master!!"

"Ah Qing, don't panic. Look, this is..."

"Hey! Cang Shu, quickly bring the soul-fixing needle."

"There is also the Nanming jade coffin. Ah Qing, don't let your master know about this matter."

"what!"

"..."

Torrential downpour.

Between lightning and thunder, Optimus Prime was embraced by the rain curtain.

All the voices, all the truth, were drowned in the boundless wind and rain.

No one knows.