Chapter 149 White Walker

Two quarters of an hour later,

The battle is coming to an end, and the originally flat and dense mountain forests have now collapsed piece by piece, and many areas of the ground are still covered with ice crystals left over from the battle.

"Boom!!"

The last roar came, the battle returned to calm, and everything around was eerily quiet.

The burly man lay on his back in the middle of a large pit, looking at the silent sky with the full moon hanging high, and let out a long breath:

"The hoo is finally over."

After saying that, he lay quietly for a few breaths, and then the burly man struggled to stand up, with some lingering fear still in his eyes.

Those two people just now were really strong, but luckily the other person was careless.

Thinking about it, the burly man shook his head gently, picked up a bloody severed hand on the side, and walked slowly towards the edge of the pit.

Next to the big pit where he was, there was a river flowing down from the mountains, but at this moment, the valley formed by this small river had dried up. The number of collapses and the gravel pits caused by the aftermath of the battle had cut off the entire river.<

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Scanning his eyes, the burly man quickly found the target he was looking for.

An old man with a broken arm and short hair standing next to a broken river valley.

Walking closer to the other party, the old man with short hair and a broken arm glanced back at the burly man, his voice was neither cold nor indifferent:

"Are you okay?"

The burly man smiled reluctantly and whispered:

"My injury is fine, but it's a pity Zhou Jing"

"No. B!" The old man interrupted the other party's intention to tell his name. They couldn't leave any traces.

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The burly man was stunned when he heard this, then nodded and changed his words:

"It's a pity that No. C died."

After saying that, he glanced towards the forest a hundred feet away.

There is a body there.

It belonged to the slightly fat woman. After her whole body was frozen into an ice sculpture, she was punched through the chest.

The short-haired old man seemed very indifferent when he saw the death of his companion, and said softly:

"It doesn't matter, No. C's life or death is not important."

The burly man was a little dissatisfied with the old man's cold-bloodedness, but in the end he didn't say anything and glanced in the direction where the woman Yuan Qi disappeared:

"What about Ran Qingmo?"

The short-haired old man whispered:

"It doesn't matter, she has been seriously injured. She won't be able to run very far after I planted the mark. I will chase her later."

"What if we can't catch up?" The burly man hesitated: "This woman probably has some backup plans."

The short-haired old man hesitated slightly:

"It doesn't matter. It takes about three days to run back and forth to the county town closest to Shengshan with a third-level cultivation level. It's enough for us to destroy all traces. It's just that the plan may have to be postponed. After all, the prime minister's government is most likely involved."

After a pause, the burly man whispered to the old man again:

"Where was that man just now?"

The short-haired old man didn't say anything. He raised his hand and pointed at a large pit in the middle of the river valley not far away.

The burly man glanced over there.

All the flesh and blood of the man who suddenly attacked just now has disappeared, leaving only a withered skeleton and a bloody robe lying quietly in the middle of the pit.

Looking back, the burly man's eyes showed a hint of amusement:

"If this person were to sneak attack me or Number B, the three of us might really end up here. It's a pity that he chose to sneak attack you, old man."

The short-haired old man glanced at the burly man and said softly:

"Some of this person's methods are very strange. His own cultivation level is only around the seventh level. He is able to explode the source energy of around the third level with the help of foreign objects."

The burly man laughed upon hearing this:

"How dare you, an old man, say that other people's skills are weird? Your own skills are truly weird. To be honest, sometimes I feel that you are no longer a human being."

Having said that,

The burly man threw the severed hand he was holding to the short-haired old man opposite.

"Humph."

The short-haired old man snorted coldly, caught it casually, and then directly put the severed hand on the broken arm of his own wound.

After a moment of silence, a strange aura surged.

In an instant, flesh and blood began to surge, and countless granulations began to grow and connect at the broken arm of the wound. Eventually, the entire arm was directly spliced ​​together with flesh and bones.

The burly man looked at the scene in front of him, remained silent for a while, and said in wonder:

"Old man, is this a secret technique or a skill? You can survive even if your head is cut off. Rebirth with blood is a means of the Origin Realm."

The short-haired old man glanced at him coldly and said:

"Don't talk nonsense. I'm here to clean up the traces of the battle here. You go back and control the formation to kill everyone in Shengshan County. Ran Qingmo has escaped. Whether I can catch up or not, I have to hurry up and deal with the funeral."

The burly man looked solemn when he heard this and said in a low voice.

"Then I'll go back to the control position first. Come over when you've finished handling it."

"Hmm."

The words fell,

After adjusting his breath slightly, the burly man turned into an afterimage and galloped away into the distance.

The direction he headed was not to Shengshan County, but to the interior of the Wanxing Mountains.

The short-haired old man watched the other man disappear into the distance, shook his head gently and walked slowly towards the place where the man in blood-clothed death died.

Standing next to the withered bones, the short-haired old man stared for a few breaths and gently shook his head:

"This dress turned out to be unscathed, and the material is truly top-quality. Unfortunately, it can't be used, so I can only find an opportunity to sell it at the auction house."

As he spoke, the short-haired old man bent down to pick it up.

But at this time,

A few brilliant shimmering cherry blossoms fell from behind him

When the short-haired old man saw this scene, his fingertips froze.

He remembered that there seemed to be no cherry trees around.

What's more,

Today is the season and not the time for cherry blossoms to bloom.

Turn around sharply,

The short-haired old man saw two familiar figures behind him, one was illusory and the other was solid, talking and laughing.

The man in blood-clothed clothes said with a low smile:

"Old man Luo, look, I told you that I can handle it myself. Don't you worry?"

The shadow of the middle-aged scholar replied with a smile:

"You, a seventh-level brat, can understand Dao Yun so clearly. Old man, I underestimate you, and this Charming God Dao Yun is really mysterious."

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Looking at the scene in front of him, the short-haired old man's constricted pupils swayed slightly.

Then,

He found that everything around him began to change.

The bloody robe lying quietly on the ground disappeared, replaced by the withered bones of a woman, and his own lower body had been frozen into an ice sculpture.

The cold air is spreading upwards.

Charming God Dao Yun

Combining the words he just heard, the short-haired old man instantly understood that he had fallen into the opponent's illusion and killed his companion:

"What are you doing? Impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible. Your companion named "No. B" has already taken Ran Qingmo to control the formation."

After saying that, Xu Yuan ignored the old man's shout and turned to the saint's remnant soul and asked:
To be continued...