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The Final Volume - The Legend of Immortals Chapter 189 The Flower of Blood

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    However, I still can't believe it. How can I figure out what I said?  The old master's eyes did not stay on me, but looked towards Uncle Hui, then looked at Yang Sheng, and then said: "People in the second line of fortune divination are using some divination secrets."  When using magic, they can predict something. Sometimes even they themselves don¡¯t know. It may be a key object or a key word. The closer you are to the person being divined, the stronger the aura of that person will be felt.  The more accurate the things you get, this is why many people who use the second line of fortune-telling need to be on the scene when making calculations, especially when making accurate calculations. For some real masters, it is also  It¡¯s nothing.¡± After saying this, the old leader said nothing.  But I remembered that Chen Chengyi and his master seemed to have their whereabouts constantly tracked during their escape, the conversation between that team, and that mysterious figure who was beneath the Holy Ancestor and above the Holy King.  "Do you know who he is?" My voice was a little low. This enemy I had never met before was like a sharp thorn in my heart, more terrifying than the enemy on the surface.  Thinking of this, I couldn't help but glance at the black, torrent-like iron cavalry not far away where Yang Sheng was, and the long white mask on the horizon. Each of them looked like the mysterious figure hiding in the dark and laughing sneerly.  .  "He is the most mysterious existence, and I don't know either." The old master's long white hair was blown by the wind, and his voice was calm and vicissitudes of life wherever he looked. Uncle Hui raised a high  Hands, clenched fists as if swearing an oath.  "It's about to begin." The old master's voice said this softly with an indescribable compassion.  Correspondingly, Uncle Hui's arm clenching his fist suddenly fell heavily. Compared to the old master's gentle words, his arm fell so heavily that it seemed to have a sound that broke through the air, decisive and firm.  .  "Ah" The nearly one hundred-strong team of monks and the mysterious body cultivator among the cultivators suddenly roared to the sky together as if they were taking an oath.  Like Mingzhi, they all tore off the clothes on their upper bodies to expose their muscles, and the robes fluttering on their lower bodies. Uncle Hui's voice was calm: "The first game is for us to buy time for the Heavenly Punishment Formation, and we will never retreat."  When it came to the last sentence of "never retreat", Uncle Hui's voice suddenly became louder, with an indescribable richness, and was as low as a war drum beating on people. "Never retreat" everyone roared together above them, flying and  The falling snowflakes seemed to be impressed by this momentum and scattered in all directions, not daring to fall. "Master" at this time, Hui Gen'er walked over.  Uncle Hui looked at Hui Gen'er, his eyes full of love and said to him: "Go, go to the person you should go to. This is Master's battle." Tears fell silently from Hui Gen'er's eyes, but it seemed that  Mature in an instant, Hui Gen'er glanced at Uncle Hui like this, then turned around and walked towards me. "Is this?"  I feel like only a few people here know the real arrangements for this battle. Uncle Hui and Hui Gen'er are one of them, but I don't know.  Hui Gen'er walked towards me step by step in the wind and snow. The expression on her face changed from sadness to calmness, from calmness to calmness. She looked at me as if looking at the final road. "He will be with you."  The people who are rushing to kill you are destined to stand by your side." The old leader's voice was also extremely calm. No one has explained anything to me, and I don't need to explain anything yet. Just like the mysterious white-robed man standing next to me, neither do I.  I will ask who he is.  My heart has turned into this battlefield. All I need to know is, what should I do then?  Hui Gener walked to my side, almost subconsciously, I opened my arms and hugged him.  "Brother, I will accompany you to the last road." At this time, Hui Gen'er seemed to be mature and no longer him, without sadness and fateful determination.  "Yes, I won't give up until I can't go any further." My fist hit Hui Gen'er hard on the back a few times, and the dull recollection in my chest conveyed only confidence.  In the falling snow all over the sky, I couldn't tell whether I was a Taoist boy or Chen Chengyi. The sound of neat footsteps echoed across the battlefield, and Uncle Hui's white beard was fluttering not far away.  , walking in the front, behind him, were a group of topless men like him. Their bodies were hot, because as soon as the falling snowflakes fell on their muscles, they turned into water. After a while, the water turned into water.  Turned into steam, everyone's steam evaporated, as if they were walking in a heavy fog. The monk who was standing in the same position as Uncle Hui before burning incense and chanting sutras before the deep voice of "Woooo" rang out did not go forward. He sat there.In front of the Buddha statue of Angry-eyed Vajra, a strange sound came out, like the prelude to a mysterious ceremony, and then he began to recite a strange sound that seemed like a sutra, but not like a sutra.  Under the chanting, the angry-eyed Vajra seems to slowly begin to emit light that perhaps we are not aware of. It seems to be alive.  Grandma Ling Qing led the witchcraft people and walked over silently. Nearly twenty people stood up behind her. Their skin was a little dry and there were mysterious totems painted on their faces. Then they all stood in front of the Wu Gu people.  The monks began to walk around like a dance, and various strange sounds came from their throats as they jumped.  "In terms of mental power, only the witchcraft lineage is the most outstanding. This is also the first time I have seen that the Buddhists in China and the Tibetan Buddhists plus the witchcraft lineage have joined forces. This is simply a grand event. I will see it in this life. Although  "Death without regrets." When the old master said this, he suddenly laughed loudly. "Perhaps, I don't have such a thorough view of life and death as the old master, and I can't be as free and unrestrained as him. Looking at the voices accompanying the chanting,  As Yang Sheng walked towards Yang Sheng's back step by step, I actually had the urge to cry, but in the end it just turned into a sigh in my throat.  Accompanying the urgency, the sound of chanting became more and more urgent. Master Chen had a smile on his face, as if it was written with infinite compassion. He suddenly stood up. His posture was so chic, although he looked exactly like Brother Chengxin.  The difference is different, but now it seems like another young brother Chengxin. Where did I think brother Chengxin¡¯s spring-like smile came from?  It turns out that it is still a kind of ¡®inheritance¡¯.  ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Perhaps as time goes by, Master Chen has gradually lost this posture, but today he has returned to the prosperous and fighting years of his youth, and he was alive again at that time.  This group of doctors, with fluttering clothes and kind expressions, walked on the battlefield as if they were strolling in the courtyard. They walked to the front of the Heavenly Punishment Formation and then sat down cross-legged. Then, I saw each one of them take out a few human-like figures from their arms.  The clay pottery was placed in front of him, and he looked calmly ahead.  I know in my heart what this is going to do, and they are also prepared to sacrifice. This is another way to bear the brunt. Brother Chengxin stood behind, silently looking at his master's back, with the corners of his mouth twitching, as if he wanted to smile, but he couldn't raise the corners of his mouth.  He turned around and walked towards me. He looked a little lonely and a little decadent. His usually neatly combed hair turned into messy bangs and lay on his forehead, and was blown to pieces by the wind again. He stopped beside me and finally smiled.  It was not the feeling of the spring breeze, but with a sense of bleakness. He took out a cigarette, held it in the corner of his mouth, lit it, and took a deep breath. In the smoke, he said to me: "I just watched the old man off.  Then it¡¯s time to leave with you.¡± I silently took the cigarette from his mouth and took a deep breath. This was my first time touching something called cigarette in this world because of Chen Chengyi before.  I'm used to it, so I don't have any rejection reaction when the smoke enters my throat. Instead, I feel a calm and paralyzing comfort.  The road paved for us?  The winding path leading to the temple behind He Fang?  I lightly patted Brother Chengxin on the shoulder. He smiled at me, then took the cigarette in my hand again and leaned against the big stone without talking. The sharpest spear had already been waved out. Uncle Hui was the one with the spearhead in the wind and snow.  However, Yang Sheng still stood up quietly. But suddenly, he raised his hand behind him. The black torrent suddenly began to become shorter. The man behind him turned over and dismounted. "How can there be no blood on the battlefield?"  At this time, a man and a horse slowly walked up to Yang Sheng's side. His voice was full of a kind of indifference and silence to the world, as if he was not from that world. This voice was Wu Tian. I squinted my eyes and watched the roar.  After Wu Tian passed the news and raised his momentum, I heard the tragic screams of countless people and the blood flowers bloomed.
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