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    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 trajectory of the goshawk, the butterfly can never fly.  "I miss you, but I can't say it, for fear that if I say it, it will be a kind of torture" A sweet smile began to appear on Monk Wuyou's face, and his vision was blurred, as if he was recalling those years again.  The girl danced here, and then said softly to herself: "Are you still missing me now? You know, I have missed you for so many years." After saying this  After saying that, Monk Wuyou began to sing loudly the words of praise engraved on the Naihe knife that he had sung countless times: "If you can not see, meet, wait, see, then you can let go of this Naihe Zen"  But there will be no resentment, no destiny" The song is desolate and sad, sad and sentimental.  Finally, monk Wuyou, whose vision was blurred, turned his head and glanced at the vast land of Blood Hell Wasteland in the distance, and said secretly in his heart: "I can only help you get here, and the rest will be left to you." Then slowly  Walking slowly on the stone beam, looking at the misty clouds under my feet, I 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 to  I figured it out before I died, what is Zen? It turns out that you are the Zen I have been practicing" After murmuring these words, Monk Wuyou jumped up.  He was about to jump off the stone beam.  Seeing that this monk was about to die, the elites of the demon clan all looked at Monk Wuyou with caution. Although they knew that if they jumped down, they would most likely not get the sword, but who among them  They didn't dare to go up and snatch it. It was really because the previous battle scared these people out of their courage.  Even if Monk Wuyou was on his deathbed, none of them could bear such a blow.  But at this moment, a figure ran over from a distance like a ghost, and let out an extremely cold and shrill scream, like a ghost coming out of the netherworld.  Everyone in the venue heard this voice.  His heart felt cold, and he turned his head to look at the black shadow on the ridge in the distance.  Monk Wuyou was about to jump down, but after hearing the sound, he stopped his movements and cast his gaze on the black figure, with a look of hatred and indignation in his eyes.  You know, from the beginning to now.  Except for the slightly crazy look on Monk Wuyou's face when he was about to jump off the cliff, Monk Wuyou's face was always calm, whether it was when he was killing people or after being hurt by demons.  , Monk Wuyou's face has always had such an indifferent expression, as if he didn't care about anything. However, after seeing this black figure, Monk Wuyou's face suddenly changed.  A rare expression of hatred appeared, and his pale face became slightly flushed due to anger.  The black shadow was very fast. It was still far away a moment ago. When the demons blinked, they found that the black shadow had jumped forward several feet.  After blinking a few times, the dark figure came under the pear tree, looked at Monk Wuyou, and started laughing wildly.  "Eighteen years. You have been pursuing my distance, and I have been avoiding you. Do you think it is fear? In fact, it is not. I want to keep your life and let you continue to live under the boundless guilt and pain.  The black shadow looked at Monk Wuyou not far away, and said slyly: "Do you think changing your name to Monk Wuyou will make you truly worry-free? You've been waking up in the middle of the night every day for so many years, right?"  ? Do you want to die in such a simple way today? How can such a simple thing happen in this world? "The black shadow is the Netherworld Ghost Man. I didn't expect that this killer of Blood Prison Wasteland would still be with Wuyou.  The monks met.  Monk Wuyou looked at the Netherworld Ghost Old Man and said slowly: "After so many years, it no longer makes sense who is right or wrong. The important thing is that I am about to be with her." After saying this, Wuyou  Monk You turned his head and looked at the white clouds at his feet. It was from here that she jumped.  The Netherworld Ghost Old Man suddenly flew towards Monk Wuyou. This was very sudden. In addition, the Wuyou Monk was already close to running out of oil and lamp. Unsurprisingly, the Netherworld Ghost Old Man grabbed the clothes on his chest.  , the Netherworld Ghost Old Man turned around and threw Monk Wuyou behind him. Monk Wuyou was far away.He abandoned it and flew straight back, then hit the trunk of the pear tree heavily, then slid softly to the ground, and another mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.  "Want to die in such a simple way? 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  I will make you die in 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 if we are thousands of miles apart?  Many years ago, our hearts were firmly connected." Hearing these words, the Netherworld Ghost Old Man began to become crazy and screamed in pain: "It's impossible, it's impossible, what she loves is.  I'm not you." Monk Wuyou gently closed his eyes. When he heard Netherworld Ghost Sou's words, he didn't argue. He just raised the corners of his mouth, obviously disdainful of his words.  Netherworld Ghost Old Man quickly stepped forward, stretched out his hand and slapped Monk Wuyou on the face several times, then pinched Monk Wuyou's mouth open and fed Monk Wuyou a red pill.  After taking this pill, Monk Wuyou's originally pale face suddenly showed a trace of rosy. The life that was rapidly passing through his body gradually slowed down, and the wounds stopped bleeding.  Monk Wuyou looked at Netherworld Ghost Old Man and said with a smile: "You are willing to let me take such a precious pill as Sansheng Pill, you know. There is only one left in the entire Blood Hell Wasteland" "  I want to keep you alive, 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 from the Demon Continent remained motionless.  It was not that they were attracted by the aura of the Netherworld Ghost Old Man, but they saw the token that the Netherworld Ghost Old Man waved towards them.  That token represents the high authority of the Demon Continent¡¯s military. Even they, after meeting the owner of the token, need to obey the order of the owner of the token.  Monk Wuyou obviously has no intention of letting these elites continue to watch the show here.  After showing the token in his hand, he slowly said to the group of elites: "You all go down the mountain, arrive at White Horse City and meet up with the boys from the Bai family, and then follow the next arrangement. This place is the Blood Prison Wasteland.  , It¡¯s not as simple as you think.¡± Seeing the token in the Netherworld Ghost Old Man¡¯s hand, the faces of the group changed slightly, and then they saluted the Netherworld Ghost Old Man.  Then left silently.  It was only at this time that the Netherworld Ghost Old Man turned his attention to Monk Wuyou who fell on the ground.  Then he walked slowly towards Monk Wuyou, and a dark dagger appeared in his hand from nowhere.  The dagger stretched forward and slowly scratched Monk Wuyou's head. A long blood streak started from Monk Wuyou's head and snaked down his forehead and face. Blood flowed out quickly from the wound. Monk Wuyou had originally  The handsome face suddenly turned ferocious.  "Why? In terms of kung fu, I am better than you. In terms of hard work, I work harder than you. 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? Master  It was you who chose me, and I 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.  He said quietly.  The pitch-black dagger just like this, slowly, slowly, again and again across Monk Wuyou's face. After a while, Monk Wuyou's face was covered with blood stains and bright red.  The blood continued to flow from his face, blurring Monk Wuyou's eyes. However, Monk Wuyou just looked at the ghost ghost quietly like this, neither sad nor happy, not even angry.  It was as if the face scratched by the ghostly old man was not his 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 in my shadow all your days. All the things you try your best to get but can't get.  When you come to me, I will get it without any effort. You are a complete loser. In the end, you will have nothing, except your resentment that spreads to the deepest part of the sky." Monk Wuyou said slowly: "You just kill.  I can't change the fact that my master wanted to abolish your martial arts and expel me from the sect. I can't change the fact that my junior sister loves me deeply. I can't change the fact that you were born so ugly. " "Who said I was ugly.  !" The ghost ghost is like a cat whose tail has been stepped on.He let out a hysterical roar, and then suddenly tore open the black cloth that had been covering his head for who knows how long.  Under the black cloth, there is a delicate and handsome face. Because it has not been exposed to the sun all year round, it 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 look more handsome out of thin air.  Weird beauty.  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, there is a big mole with green hair on your face, your teeth are uneven, your nose is flat and sunken. 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, but 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?" This sentence.  As if there was a huge force, it hit the Netherworld Ghost Old Man's ear hard, and then the Netherworld Ghost Old Man's face began to become distorted, and Huang Chengcheng's eyes began to show a crazy and violent murderous look: "Some things are destined to be meaningless, but  , it is also something that needs to be done, and it is not necessary to do it. If you don¡¯t have clear thoughts, you will always hide in your heart. For example, it is meaningless to torture you, then kill you, and then scatter your ashes into the endless ocean in the east.  Yes, but I will still do it." After saying this, the dark dagger moved forward and was about to stab Wuyou Monk in the eyes.  "Aren't your eyes pretty? If they were gouged out, would they look better?" A nervous smile appeared on the pale face of the ghost ghost.  The pitch-black dagger was about to pierce Monk Wuyou's eyes. Looking at the bloody dagger getting closer and closer, Monk Wuyou sighed, and then slowly closed his eyes.  Just when the dagger of the Netherworld Ghost Sou was about to pierce Monk Wuyou's eye, neither of them noticed that there was a very shallow ripple in the air behind them.  A slender knife poked out from the air, and then plunged into the back of the Netherworld Ghost Old Man.  After the long knife pierced the Netherworld Ghost Old Man's back, the Netherworld Ghost Old Man screamed in surprise.  The whole person turned into a ball of gray shadow and flew straight towards the sky. How could Dahei, who had been prepared long ago, give Netherworld Ghost Old Man this opportunity? He released the hilt of the Thousand Ox Sword inserted into Netherworld Ghost Old Man's body. I'm here with the iron rod.  In his hand, he hit the Netherworld Ghost Old Man's head hard all at once.  The Netherworld Ghost Old Man's head was slightly deformed by the blow, but he still flew backwards with the force of the blow. At this moment, Bu Li sprang out from a short distance very quickly, and the Years Knife drew a streak of gray.  The vague shadow of the knife slashed towards the Netherworld Ghost Old Man's neck.  The reaction of Netherworld Ghost Old Man cannot be said to be fast, but he was still slashed by Bu Li. The blade cut deeply through the back of Netherworld Ghost Old Man's neck, drawing a blood line in the air.  The Netherworld Ghost Old Man stumbled to the ground. Bu Li joined Dahei and looked at the Netherworld Ghost Old Man not far away with a wary expression.  The Netherworld Ghost Old Man had a Thousand Ox Sword stuck in his back, and his head was slightly deformed by Dahei's blow. On his neck, blood was spraying out from the wound left by the Sword of Time.  The Netherworld Ghost Old Man let out a desperate howl, and then ran towards the direction of Buli Dahei. As he ran, the wound left by the Time Knife opened, and the Netherworld Ghost Old Man's head hung down from his neck.  It formed a strange angle with the body, with the head hanging upside down above the body, and the scene in the field was strange and abnormal.  The Netherworld Ghost Old Man fell to the ground after taking only a few steps. Then, he used trembling hands to put his head back in place. One hand fixed his head, and the other hand kept crawling on the ground in the direction of the stone beam.  .  The old man in the underworld is no longer alive when he sees it, Buli Dahei looked at the ghostly old man struggling on the ground, standing silently, silent.  The Netherworld Ghost Old Man just crawled and crawled until he reached the edge of the stone beam. Then he looked back, not looking at Bu Li Dahei who had sneaked up on him, but at Monk Wuyou, with a light like a demonstration flashing in his eyes.  Then, he lowered his head and fell into the abyss under the stone beam.  Even if I die, I will die with her. This is the last thought of the ghost ghost at the end of his life.  After cooking the Netherworld Ghost Man neatly, Bu Li and Da Hei also breathed a long sigh of relief. Although the battle just now lasted only a few breaths of time, only the two of them knew that in these simple rounds,  Inside, the two of them had tried their best.  This ghost ghost is really not simple.  Dahei Buli was thinking like this at this time.  Therefore, this strong man was given the right to make the last choice in his life, allowing him to fall into the abyss.  Although this choice and right seem a bit literary and boring, Bu Li doesn't think so.  A strong man deserves respect because he has put in enough hardships in his life.  Life is so difficult, so he should be respected when he dies, especially if he can do this.  Dahei looked at the falling figure of the Netherworld Ghost Old Man, took a long breath, and said to Buli: "Buli." "Huh?" "You and I won't have such a day, right?" Dahei asked "Who  I know." Bu Li said with a sigh instead of scolding Dahei.  "I don't know where Xiao Xian'er is. I just feel like doing these things every day makes me feel empty and uncomfortable." Dahei looked at Bu Li in confusion.  Bu Li looked at the rain and mist, feeling slightly confused and slightly frightened.
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