Chapter 1217

Wang Buyi quietly looked at the figure kowtowing to himself.

Still familiar with

Want to be close to

"It" gently urged the body, and the dead in the sky roared away like an army ordered. Finally, a bridge was built between one soul and one person.

A ghost bridge.

Along the bridge, a dark wind came to Zheng Feiyue and held up his head.

Woo woo~

The gentle wind is like a whisper.

Zheng Feiyue couldn't help crying: "it's all my fault. It's all my fault. I won't be capricious anymore. Will you live? Will you live?"

The Yin wind swallowed gently and swirled around him.

Zheng Feiyue stretched out his hand and quietly watched the Yin wind rotate and dissipate in the palm of his hand.

Then the ghost bridge dissipated.

The dead disappeared all over the sky.

The gloomy ghost land turned into a bright day again, leaving a sigh.

……

Mingqi stroked his beard and found that it was also covered with tears. He sighed: "Master Wang, a generation of heroes, still couldn't escape the disaster after all."

Headmaster Mo sighed lightly: "the practice is eternal, and the transcendent has geometry?"

The third brother of the Ming emperor couldn't help thinking of his twelve lost golden swords. He shook his head and said, "it's difficult to practice and go to the blue sky. If you can't be ranked in the immortal class, you'll have an empty dream."

"Is practice just for becoming an immortal?"

Liu Qingfeng clenched his fists and was not convinced.

The big men around looked at him and looked at the heaven and earth. Which of the immortals, demons, Taoists, Buddhas, and those hidden demons struggled under the heaven?

For what, is not to become an immortal.

Young people, after all, are teenagers.

Liu Qingfeng was really young and said loudly, "ten thousand years ago, during the battle between immortals and demons, evil gods sang all the way and chiseled through the whole front. How fascinating is it that the master of the right way fled away after hearing the wind?

Although Master Wang was in the right Camp, he was ordered to stop evil gods. The two sides fought for days and nights, and were in a tie. In the end, they turned the enemy into a friend. What an enviable story?

If a man stands in the world, he should win the front and rear names like an evil god and Master Wang!

If so, what if you become an immortal or not? "

Impassioned and impassioned.

However, a cavity of hot-blooded empty complaint, the big men silently recited "young!"

The evil gods shine for ages and are famous all over the world. But after ages, there are only yellow paper embers floating in the woods of Tongtian peak. How desolate.

It's not easy for Wang to establish a sect, and even heaven will be jealous. But today, where is Baji sect? Even Wang Buyi himself has become a ghost

Therefore, to practice is to practice the word "immortal" after all.

If you don't become an immortal, all dharmas are empty.

……

Unknowingly, the magic knife disappeared.

Wang Xiaohua changed her clothes and stood there smiling.

Zheng Feiyue stood opposite him, and their faces almost stuck together.

Everyone present was also nervous. Everyone knew their hatred. As Wang Buyi became a sacrifice of magic knife, the hatred became more profound and complex.

This is fate.

Nature makes people.

Wang Xiaohua smiled happily: "are you satisfied with my gift?"

Zheng Feiyue's eyes were like looking at a smelly mouse in the sewer. He murmured, "you won and brought great losses on my wedding day... I just don't understand. He regards you as his own. How can you have the heart... To take him as a sacrifice?"

The corners of Wang Xiaohua's mouth turned up, like an ungrateful local ruffian: "you killed his best friend, what qualifications do you have to blame me?"

"It's different!" Zheng Feiyue broke out after all, his eyes red and roared like thunder. "You shouldn't use him to revenge me, you shouldn't use his life to revenge me!"

Wang Xiaohua's eyes were like a knife: "in the battle of fairy peak, my body was destroyed and I was confused all day. When I woke up, my biological father was dead and my adoptive father didn't live for a few days... You have become the overlord of the east bank. Those who follow will prosper and those who go against will die. My adoptive father also knows that once his old man dies, I will never be spared!"

Zheng Feiyue looked at him with a sincere tone: "then you die. You really think of yourself as a big man? Without evil gods, you are a wild dog on the side of the road. Isn't it good to die quietly?"

Wang Xiaohua was not angry, but enjoyed Zheng Feiyue's ridicule and showed a satisfied smile: "my adoptive father expected it to be so, so he asked me to 'fit my body with the knife'. You can't kill me anymore. Unfortunately, I can't kill you."

The magic knife is integrated with the dead. Zheng Feiyue wants to kill Wang Xiaohua now, which is equivalent to destroying the magic knife, but Lao Wang's soul is in the knife, and destroying the knife is also equivalent to destroying the dead soul.

Of course, he could get rid of Wang Xiaohua by shouting the slogan "let Lao Wang rest in peace", but he cheated others and couldn't deceive himself. Lao Wang's ghost didn't want him to do that

Accordingly, Wang Xiaohua also killed Zheng Feiyue.

This knife may be able to cut all the enemies in the world, but its power will be greatly reduced against Zheng Feiyue, because the dead also don't want to do so.

Even after his death, the old man is still using his own way to protect two children who are always naughty and like to fight with each other... This is also the most crazy place for Zheng Feiyue.

Wang Xiaohua was proud and said, "you are the murderer who killed his adoptive father. You killed his adoptive son and his best friend, so he didn't see you until he died, because you don't deserve it!"

Zheng Feiyue's eyelids jumped wildly.

Responsibility, he has!

Wang Xiaohua's shameless, he also knows!

What he couldn't bear was that he had no scruples about putting the kindness of the old man on the table: "Wang Xiaohua, although you are an unforgivable bastard, there are two points I don't dislike."

Wang Xiaohua laughed: "unexpectedly, I, a wild dog on the side of the road, also have a place for adults Zheng to look up."

Zheng Feiyue said coldly, "you are good to women. Although you have harmed many women, you dare to do and admit. You have never done anything wrong. This is a man who dares to love and hate."

"Second point?"

Wang Xiaohua pulls out her ears.

Zheng Feiyue clenched his teeth and said, "no matter how bastard you are, at least you know that you love your adoptive father and who is really good to you in the world... This is the only thing you can do."

Wang Xiaohua's smile slowly froze.

"But I didn't expect you to throw away the only human nature." speaking of this, Zheng Feiyue suddenly laughed at himself, "yes, you are a soldier. What human nature do you want?"

The word "human nature" pierced into Wang Xiaohua's heart, and he shouted out: "I am me!"

Zheng Feiyue shook his head slowly: "you're not you! You're just a knife... I'm tired after fighting for so many years. From now on, you and I have nothing to do with each other. Take care of yourself."

After saying that, Zheng Feiyue turned and left.

Wang Xiaohua, like being eaten by thunder, looked at the left figure and suddenly roared like a Madman: "I am me! I am Wang Xiaohua! I am the son of my adoptive father!"

Zheng Feiyue kept walking and turned a deaf ear.

"Stop!"

"Make it clear!"

"The adoptive father died for you!"

"Your soul is used to sacrifice the knife!"

"The adoptive father's time is coming. Now he just exists in another way. He and I will live forever!"

"You can't go! Come back and make it clear!"

The crowd looked up and down at Wang Xiaohua, who was hoarse, with a faint color of sympathy.

Soldiers