Volume 2, Chapter 63: Won, but also tired.

East China Sea.

The land of Eastern Wilderness.

Early winter.

The cold wind has arrived.

The first snow fell quietly in the vast sky.

Let the earth put on new clothes.

Snowflakes fluttered down.

Covering up the mess.

The biting cold wind blew, but the burnt smell could still be smelled.

Even the sub-zero temperature could not freeze the pungent smell of blood.

It was originally the entrance to Wanshou Mountain, where mountains, rivers and lakes echoed each other.

Now it has become a barren plain.

In the new world, there is not even a fallen leaf or a plant to be seen.

There is only white snow and endless destruction.

Is it all over?

Nobody knows.

All people knew was that the lightning and thunder had stopped long ago.

The howling mournful wind stopped blowing.

There are still several saints lurking around.

They were watching and didn't dare to come forward.

Less than three days.

The ten saints were buried here.

They are afraid that they will become the eleventh one.

On the snow-covered land, a giant black beast, like a small hill, was crawling on the ground.

Heavy breathing sounds were heard from time to time.

Its body was covered with countless wounds.

Its eyes were blood red, and it looked around vigilantly at all times.

It is precisely because of this that the people in the dark are afraid and dare not move.

They saw with their own eyes that this ferocious beast tore three saints to pieces in the chaos of battle.

Or a saint of the gods.

In their opinion, such strength is already close to the peak of saints.

Even though its breath is very weak at this moment, it still makes people fearful.

And on its side.

A bloody palm suddenly broke through the white snow and stretched out.

Come here for a moment.

Ye Tingmu emerged from the ground with a corpse on top of him.

At this time, it was frozen stiff.

He staggered to his feet and immediately pulled out the lightning bolt from the corpse.

Then put it at your waist.

The crisscross wounds on his body had turned into blood scabs.

On that handsome face, there was a scar extending from the forehead to the corner of the left eye.

It's shocking to watch.

“Cough cough cough…”

He coughed violently, and a mass of black blood gushed out.

It fell to the ground and instantly melted the surrounding snow.

His eyes swept across the surrounding area.

The gazes of several saints were focused on him.

His eyebrows lowered even more.

He was also breathing heavily.

It manifested as a mist in the air.

"Shou, can you still fly?"

Shou's slightly weak voice sounded.

"Well enough."

Ye Tingmu took a deep breath.

Looking at the snow flying above my head.

He pulled out the lightning bolt and pointed at an empty space.

The sword points forward.

A stream of air gushed out from the edge of the sword.

Shooting like a cannonball.

There was a sound of breaking air in the air.

"Bang......"

“Boom.”

A mile away, a cloud of dust rose again.

Ye Tingmu said coldly: "I don't like killing. You have been watching for so long and still don't leave. Do you want to fight with me again?"

There were at least six human figures on the surrounding ground, fleeing into the distance at this moment.

There was a hint of unwillingness in their eyes.

But it was more of a shock.

A sudden shock.

That young man, with his extraordinary power, killed four saints in one day.

How can one not be shocked?

I originally thought that he was on the verge of death.

But unexpectedly, it could still move.

They dare not gamble.

They dared not go up, even though they were drooling over the things in the immortal tomb.

But I didn't dare to take the risk.

They couldn't see through Ye Tingmu, so they didn't know what their chances of winning were.

Saints do things differently from ordinary people. If they are not more than 90% sure, they would rather give up.

"It seems that Jiuzhou will really dominate the East China Sea in the future."

Wait until the six auras fade away.

Ye Tingmu's straight body suddenly collapsed.

He knelt on one knee, supporting his exhausted body with his sword.

I tried my best but couldn't open my eyes that were about to close.

His weak voice came out.

The other hand not holding the sword pointed to the south, the direction of spring flowers.

"Shou, go in that direction, take me and leave."

Shou heard this and stood up with difficulty, his face becoming hideous and distorted.

The wound began to bleed again.

Its tail moved, rolled up Ye Tingmu, and gently placed him on its back.

He whispered, "How long will it take to fly?"

"The place where the mountains and the sea meet is Kyushu, and only then can we land."

"good!"

The black wings of the guard flapped and flew into the air.

Flying in the air.

The sound of the whistling wind filled my eardrums.

Ye Tingmu lay on Shou's back, and its fur made him feel warm.

He sank his body lower and lower until it was completely buried in the hair.

Trying to wrap the black hair around his naked upper body.

Because he was really cold.

I'm also very sleepy.

The sound in his ears became weaker and weaker until it became inaudible. He tightly grasped a strand of hair, and his vision became distorted and blurred like the wrinkled surface of a lake.

My eyelids feel heavy, very heavy.

He closed his eyes slowly and then opened them with great effort.

After closing it, he tried to open it again, but it never opened.

He was really too tired.

Even if there is a system, what can it do if you can kill the saint?

A sage is not an ant.

Being able to kill one person does not mean that you can kill a thousand people.

When human power was limited, he took Yuanqi Pills several times and had already drained all the spiritual power from his body.

If it weren't for his strong willpower, he would have fainted long ago.

But he knew that there were several pairs of eyes staring at him in the dark.

He couldn't sleep.

My younger brothers and sisters are still waiting for me.

He promised them that he would definitely go back.

He survived the battle with the saints thanks to this obsession.

The seven men were beheaded one after another.

He told himself that he couldn't die.

He had really never been as afraid of death as he was now.

He has too many things that he can't let go of.

Qingfeng will take three more days to take Fenghe's throne, and there is also the current demon ancestor.

The breeze hasn't grown up yet.

Jinghong is still so young.

He hasn’t yet cured Guanqi’s illness.

He couldn't die, and couldn't afford to die, but he had to take the risk.

Fight for your life.

He knew that his brothers and sisters were all born with karma, and that the moment they met, their lives were destined to be spent between life and death.

His enemies include visible and invisible ones. It is no exaggeration to say that his enemies are all over the world.

Such life-and-death struggles will continue in the future.

I don’t know how many games there are.

But he knew that it would be worse than it was now.

The opponents will become stronger and stronger.

His opponent can lose.

But he couldn't afford to lose. If he lost, he would die.

If he dies, his brothers and sisters will die too.

The snow is getting heavier.

The red light in Shou's pupils became fainter and fainter.

After flying for an unknown amount of time, its wings could no longer flap.

In a trance, Shouya closed his red eyes.

Then it fell to the ground accompanied by flying snow.

After the man and the beast left.

On the ruins of Wanshou Mountain.

Chu Ge arrived, but could not sense any presence.

At the same time, a snow fox hiding in the dark also came.

The nine tails were shaking from time to time.

"Still...are we late?"