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    The stone beam trembled for a while. The stone beam that hung Xiong Da could no longer bear Xiong Da's burly body. The stone where the mace was was slowly cracked, and then turned into a group of rubble and fell into the deep valley.  Inside, Xiong Da, who was hanging above, watched helplessly as the hands stretched out by his brothers were getting further and further away from him. He let out an angry and unwilling roar and fell straight towards the abyss.  Xiong Da's figure disappeared into the clouds in an instant, but the sound was still floating in everyone's ears. They could only hear the long roar getting farther and farther away from him, until finally it disappeared.  After several rounds, He Qingchi, the leader of the He family, was seriously injured. Xiong Da, the leader of the Lei family, was shot down into the abyss. He did not know whether he was alive or dead. The monk Wuyou who blocked the road only suffered a little injury on his left hand.  Fortunately, at this time, all the elites had come from the other side of the stone beam and surrounded Monk Wuyou, with angry flames burning in their eyes.  Nearly thirty elites from the Demonic Continent surrounded Monk Wuyou, and each of them looked into Monk Wuyou¡¯s eyes, full of hatred, anger and vigilance.  Monk Wuyou held the Naihe knife, looked around, looked at his enemies, and thought to himself: "It seems that it will be difficult to escape today." Thinking of this, he showed a determined look. Since it is difficult to escape,  Then let's have a big fight!  I don¡¯t know whether it was the injuries and deaths of their companions that inspired these people¡¯s bloody spirit, or whether the points gained from killing Monk Wuyou and obtaining the Naihe Knife inspired these elites. In short, after this group of people completely surrounded Monk Wuyou, they  Swarmed up.  The weapons in their hands greeted Monk Wuyou, and the battle started immediately.  Then it heats up quickly.  ¡°These people are all fighting geniuses in the Demon Continent. The family sent them here because they were very confident in their strength.  Secondly, it also means to train them. Any genius needs to be tempered by blood and fire to be born. It is good to let this group of people experience it, no matter how many of them can survive the blood in the end.  In the Prison Wasteland, there is no doubt that the person who survives to the end must be the best person. Compared with the five experienced elites and the thirty armchair elites, the adults in the Star Reaching Tower still prefer the former.  One sentence.  The Demon Continent has never lacked so-called geniuses and elites. They are immoral and are truly strong men who have emerged from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.  Monk Wuyou has raised his realm to the highest level. After more than ten years, Naihe Dao finally tasted blood again. For a moment, sand and stones flew around the field, the vitality of heaven and earth fluctuated violently, and the battle was extremely fierce.  This battle lasted for nearly two hours.  On the top of the Qilian Mountains, there were the broken limbs and broken arms of these demon continent elites everywhere, and blood was sprayed everywhere until the end.  Nearly thirty elites from the Demonic Continent paid the bloody price of eleven companions after taking the first step into the prison wasteland.  The remaining elites looked at the monk Wuyou who was panting slightly under the pear tree not far away.  There was a look of shock on his face.  The white monk robe of Wuyou Monk was torn to pieces in the battle just now, and there were wounds everywhere on his body.  Bright red blood oozed from the criss-crossing wounds, staining the originally white monk's robes blood-red.  Because the battle just now was too fierce.  The vortex caused by the vitality of heaven and earth passed through the pear tree, and the pear blossoms on the tree began to fly around like a tornado.  Monk Wuyou sat quietly under the pear tree, panting slightly. The pear blossoms above his head were falling. Looking at the blood flowers all over the sky, Monk Wuyou began to cough violently, and blood dripped out one after another.  Monk Wuyou was coughed out from his mouth. It can be seen that at this moment, Monk Wuyou is close to running out of oil, but the beast on the verge of death is often the most powerful. People at the scene all understand this truth.  , so everyone in the room knew that Monk Wuyou's life was about to come to an end, but everyone stared at Monk Wuyou under the pear tree with vigilance, with a look on their faces, wary of the arrival of this very powerful monk.  A killing blow.  Monk Wuyou was really dying at this time. His heart had died with the departure of that beautiful figure sixteen years ago. It was also here that day, and it was also in this tree full of pear blossoms.  Below, when the figure jumped down from the stone beam, Monk Wuyou's heart died.  The dying monk Wuyou looked at the falling pear blossoms in front of him, with a sweet smile on his face. He still remembered that when he was young, he, she and he always played happily together here.  This pear tree, which carries many of their memories, reminds me of what the girl said to herself: "I miss you, but I can't say it, just like a tree full of pear blossoms, it will never bear apples."  .¡± ¡°??I miss you, but I can't say it, just like the rainbow hanging high in the sky, no one can ever touch it.  " "I miss you, but I can't say it. Just like the track of the goshawk, the butterfly can never fly past.  " "I miss you, but I can't say it. I'm afraid that if I say it, it will be a kind of torture" A sweet smile began to appear on Monk Wuyou's face. In his blurred vision, he seemed to be recalling that famous man from back then.  The scene of the girl dancing here, and then whispering to herself softly: "Are you still missing me now?  You know, I have missed you for so many years.  " After saying this, Monk Wuyou began to sing loudly the words of greeting engraved on the Naihe knife that he had sung countless times: "If you can not see, meet, wait, see, you can let go of this.  Naihe Zenbut there will be no resentment, no destiny" The song was desolate and sad, and the sorrow was sentimental. Finally, the monk Wuyou with blurred vision turned his head and glanced at the vast land of Blood Prison Wasteland in the distance, and said secretly in his heart: "  I can only help you so far, and I'll leave the rest to you.  Then he walked slowly on the stone beam, looked at the misty clouds under his feet, started laughing, and then whispered: "There are thirty-six thousand words in the world, but the word love is the most hurtful."  I have participated in Naihe Zen for so many years, and I didn¡¯t understand it until I died.  What is Zen?  It turns out that you are the Zen I have been practicing" After murmuring this sentence, Monk Wuyou jumped up and was about to jump off the stone beam. When the elites of the Demon Clan saw that this monk was about to die, he could not survive.  . One by one, they looked at Monk Wuyou with caution. Although they knew that if they jumped down, they would most likely not get the knife. However, no one among them dared to go up and snatch it. It was because of the previous battle.  The gang members were frightened. Even if Monk Wuyou was on his deathbed, none of them could bear such a blow. But at this moment, a figure was running from a distance like a ghost.  He came over and let out an extremely cold and shrill scream, like a ghost coming out of the netherworld. Everyone in the room felt cold when they heard this sound, and they all turned to look at the ridge in the distance.  The black shadow above. Monk Wuyou was about to jump down, but after hearing the sound, he stopped his movements and cast his gaze on the black shadow, with a look of hatred and indignation in his eyes.  I know. From the beginning to now, apart from the slightly crazy look on Monk Wuyou's face when he was about to jump off the cliff, Monk Wuyou's face has always been calm, whether it was when he was killing someone or not.  After being hurt by the demons, Monk Wuyou's face always had an expression of indifference, as if he didn't care about anything. However, after seeing this black figure, a rare expression appeared on Monk Wuyou's face.  There was a look of hatred on his face, and his pale face became slightly flushed with anger. The black shadow was moving very fast. It was still far away a moment ago. When the demons blinked, they noticed that the black shadow was jumping forward.  After several feet of distance and a few blinks, the dark figure came under the pear tree, looked at Monk Wuyou, and started laughing wildly, "For eighteen years, you have been chasing me, and I have been avoiding you.  Do you think that's fear?  Actually no, I want to keep your life and let you continue to live in boundless guilt and pain.  The black shadow looked at Monk Wuyou not far away, and said in a conspiratorial manner: "Do you think changing your name to Monk Wuyou will really make you worry-free?"  Over the years, you wake up in the middle of the night every day, right?  Do you want to die simply like this today?  Still want to die here?  Where in the world can such a simple thing exist?  "The black shadow is the Netherworld Ghost Old Man. Unexpectedly, this killer who moved the Blood Prison Wasteland would actually interact with Monk Wuyou. "Wuyou Monk looked at the Netherworld Ghost Old Man and said slowly: "It has been so many years."  , it doesn¡¯t make any sense who is right or wrong. What matters is that I am about to be with her.  "After saying this, Monk Wuyou turned his head and looked at the white clouds under his feet. It was from here that she jumped. "The ghost ghost suddenly flew towards Monk Wuyou, and this sudden  Soon, and monk Wuyou was close to running out of oil, it was no surprise that the Netherworld Ghost Old Man grabbed the clothes on his chest. The Netherworld Ghost Old Man spun around and threw the Wuyou Monk behind him.  Monk Wuyou was abandoned far away, flew straight back, then hit the trunk of the pear tree heavily, and then slid softly to the ground, spitting out another mouthful of blood. "I want it."  Such a simple death?  Want to die with her?  Where in this world can there be such a cheap thing?  "The Netherworld Ghost Old Man looked at the dying monk Wuyou under the pear tree, gritted his teeth and said: "I want you to die of torture."After you die, I will scatter your ashes into the easternmost ocean of the Blood Hell Wasteland. Even if you die, I will keep the furthest distance between you in the world.  " Monk Wuyou looked at the ghostly old man hidden under the black clothes not far away, with a pair of vicious yellow eyes, and a sarcastic smile appeared on his face: "What can we do if we are thousands of miles apart?  As early as many years ago, her and I have been firmly connected in our hearts.  " Hearing such words, the Netherworld Ghost Old Man began to become crazy and screamed in pain: "Impossible, impossible, she loves me, not you.  " Monk Wuyou gently closed his eyes. When he heard Netherworld Ghost Old Man's words, he didn't argue. He just raised the corners of his mouth, obviously despising his words. Netherworld Ghost Old Man quickly stepped forward and stretched out his hand to face Monk Wuyou's face.  Just a few big slaps, then he opened Monk Wuyou's mouth and fed Monk Wuyou a red pill. After taking the pill, a trace of rosy color suddenly appeared on Monk Wuyou's originally pale face, and the blood drained from his body rapidly.  His life gradually slowed down, and the wound stopped bleeding. Monk Wuyou looked at the ghost ghost and said with a smile: "Sansheng Pill is such a precious pill.  He was actually willing to let me take it, you know.  There is only one left in the entire Blood Hell Wasteland" "I want to keep your life, and then let you suffer all kinds of torture. How can I eliminate the hatred for you in my heart by simply letting you die?  "Netherworld Ghost Old Man looked at Monk Wuyou, gritted his teeth, and said in an extremely cold voice. Seeing these two people here saying something they couldn't understand, these elites of the Demon Continent didn't move at all. It's not that they were attracted by Netherworld.  Captured by Gui Sou's momentum, they saw the token that Netherworld Gui Sou waved towards them. That token represented the high authority of the Demon Clan's mainland military. Even they saw this token.  After becoming the master of the token, Monk Wuyou obviously had no intention of letting these elites continue watching the show. After showing the token in his hand, he said slowly to these elites.  : "You all go down the mountain, arrive at Baima City, meet up with the boys from the Bai family, and then follow the next step.  The Blood Hell Wasteland is not as simple as you think.  " Seeing the token in the hand of Netherworld Ghost Old Man, the faces of the group changed slightly, and then they bowed to Netherworld Ghost Old Man and left silently. Only at this time did Netherworld Ghost Old Man turn his attention to the man lying on the ground.  Monk Wuyou. Then he slowly walked towards Monk Wuyou, and a dark dagger appeared in his hand. A long slash was drawn from Monk Wuyou's head.  The blood stain started from the top of Monk Wuyou's head and snaked down his forehead and face. Blood flowed out from the wound quickly, and Monk Wuyou's originally handsome face suddenly became a little ferocious. "Why?  On Kung Fu.  I'm better than you in terms of hard work.  I work harder than you, and in terms of sincerity, I wish I could give all the beautiful things in the world to my little junior sister, but why do they all choose you?  The master chose you, and the junior sister also chose you. Don¡¯t you just have a handsome face?  So, today, I destroyed it with my own hands. Although it was a little late, I still enjoyed it.  "The Netherworld Ghost Old Man said quietly. The pitch-black dagger just like this, slowly, slowly, passed across Monk Wuyou's face again and again. After a while, Monk Wuyou's face was like this.  It was full of blood stains, and bright red blood continued to flow from his face, blurring Monk Wuyou's eyes. However, Monk Wuyou just looked at the Netherworld Ghost Man quietly, neither sad nor happy, even angry.  You can¡¯t even tell. It¡¯s as if the face crossed by the ghost ghost is not your own. ¡°No matter how you prove yourself, you are a loser from the beginning to the end. Although you are a senior brother, you live with me all your life.  Under the shadow of, all the things that you have tried so hard to get but can¡¯t get, when you come to me, I will get them without any effort. You are a complete loser. In the end, you have nothing, except your love that spreads to the deepest horizon.  Resentment everywhere.  "Monk Wuyou said slowly: "Even if you kill me, it won't change the fact that the master wanted to abolish your martial arts and expel him from the sect, nor can it change the fact that the little junior sister loves me deeply.  The fact that you were born so ugly.  " "Who said I'm ugly?  !  "The Netherworld Ghost Old Man seemed to be like a cat whose tail was stepped on. He roared hysterically, and then suddenly tore open the black cloth that had been covering his head for who knows how long. Under the black cloth, there was  A delicate and handsome face, because it has not seen the sun all year round, looks a little sickly pale. However, even this paleness cannot change the fact that this face is extremely handsome. On the contrary, it makes this face add a lot of enchanting beauty out of thin air.  If you look carefully, this face is somewhat similar to Monk Wuyou, except for the yellow eyes.  After monk Wuyou saw this face, he finally felt a little surprised. But after the surprise, he suddenly realized, and then he started laughing, laughing so hard that he was out of breath, as if he had seen the funniest thing in the world.  Same thing.  The Netherworld Ghost Old Man looked at the laughing monk Wuyou and said word by word: "Who said I'm ugly? Where am I ugly? I'm not ugly now!" The monk Wuyou looked at this face and said: "You  Why don't you change your eyeballs when you change your face? " At this time, Netherworld Ghost Old Man seemed to have been exposed, and said crazily: "You're talking nonsense, I didn't change my face, I was always like this." "  Monk You showed a sarcastic smile on his face: "The corners of your eyes are downturned, your eyes are different sizes, you have a big mole with green hair on your face, your teeth are uneven, your nose is flat and sunken, and your mouth is protruding.  It's so ugly." "You're not allowed to say that!" The ghost ghost couldn't bear it anymore. He stretched his dagger forward and scratched Monk Wuyou's face again.  Then the Netherworld Ghost Man slowly regained his composure, looked at Monk Wuyou, and said slowly: "Even if I am what you said, what's the point? Now, you are the ugly and hateful one, and I am the handsome and charming one."  "Wuyou Monk, whose face was already bloody, looked at the face of Netherworld Ghost Old Man with a mocking look in his eyes: "Yeah, what's the point? The junior sister is dead, what's the point of everything?  Meaning?" (To be continued)
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