Dark destroyer

'Goddess of the Snow Mountain, are you here to help me?' Are you here to save me? You did not hesitate to come down from the snow-capped mountains thousands of miles away just to save me?'

Daruwang looked at the deep and bright sky, and his beautiful face seemed to appear in front of him, and the smile that bloomed like a snow lotus made Daruwang's already stagnant heart suddenly ripple.

'I can't just wait for death, I should live, for the Buddha of Pudu sentient beings, for the Sakya sect that has flourished for thousands of years, for the mission of subduing demons and subduing demons, for Sangmucuo, for ......

What appeared in Darouwang's heart was not the great thoughts he thought in his heart, but the beautiful face that had just appeared—the goddess of the snow-capped mountains in Daruwang's heart.

When the will to be born rises in the heart, the shadow of death recedes.

Daruwang gathered strength, in this quiet supine time, the mana was still missing, but his own strength had recovered a lot, although it was not the same as usual, but under serious injuries, he had the ability to make Daruwang stand up.

Darouwang took a deep breath and sat up, a small gesture that still felt a sharp pain all over his body.

Reaching out and pinching all over his body, he found that the invulnerable lotus body he cultivated had multiple fractures in his body.

Daruwang took a deep breath, endured the pain all over his body, and slowly stood up.

At this time, most of Darouwang's clothes had been broken and flew away, although it could not be said that he was naked, but it was not much worse, but fortunately, at this time, there seemed to be no life here except for Darouwang, and Darouwang did not do that shy move.

Daruwang struggled to walk between the rubble and ravines and dirt slopes, looking for traces of Sangmucuo in the chaos.

In the faint light of the stars in the sky, Daruwang finally saw Sangmucuo.

But that is no longer a complete Sangmucuo, it can only be said that it is most of Sangmucuo.

Daruwang lowered his head and looked at Sang Mu Cuo, who was lying on the ground diagonally, and saw that Sang Mu Cuo's face was dark and calm, lying on the ground like water, but his right shoulder and one side of the muscle thigh were gone, and the fracture was smooth and clean, which should be caused by sharp green mangs.

Although Daruwang guessed that Sang Mucuo had died, but seeing Sang Mucuo's body so miserable, Daruwang was still sad, and his knees were weak and he couldn't help kneeling in front of Sang Mucuo's body.

Daruwang said in a mournful and trembling voice: "Sang Mucuo, you died so far to protect me. "

Daruwang knew that he was able to survive intact and unflawed, and it was entirely due to the protection of Sang Mucuo's last talisman with the 'Descending Magic Seal'.

Daruwang still remembered seeing the white light, although the white light seemed to be real and illusory, but at this time, he recalled that it should be the last talisman light of the 'Descending Magic Seal'.

It was Sang Mu Cuo who sent out the talisman mana to block Qingmang's lethality for Daruwang, which caused Sang Mucuo to be defenseless and split in half by Qingmang.

Although Buddhism says that the four are empty and can see through life and death, how can Daruwang really see through the corpse of Sang Mucuo?

Daruwang's tears flashed, and he slowly picked up Sang Mucuo's body and carried it on his back with difficulty.

"Sang Mu Cuo, I will definitely bring you back and let your soul be with the sacred mountain. "

Daruwang endured the severe pain transmitted from his body, carefully carried the body of Sang Mucuo, and after distinguishing the direction, his footsteps staggered, and he walked towards the county town with only few lights.

At this time, Liu Wenyuan was sleeping peacefully at home, and during this time, he always thought that Diexian would come again, and this nerves were unusually tight, but Diexian repeatedly missed the appointment, which made Liu Wenyuan scared, but he didn't dare to relax.

Although it was late at night, Liu Wenyuan, who was asleep, still maintained his nervous vigilance.

Suddenly, Liu Wenyuan suddenly turned over and sat up, listening carefully.

In the distance, a dog barked into his ears, and although the dog barked violently, it seemed a little soft, as if the dog had noticed something unusual, but was afraid.

The sound of the dog barking slowly followed, and it sounded one after another, and it seemed to be coming from its own side.

Liu Wenyuan's face froze, turned over and landed, and looked at the table, there was a water bowl on the table, and there was a small paper figure in the bowl, and the paper figure stood upright in the rune water, and there was no change.

Liu Wenyuan got dressed with his hands and feet, stretched out his hand to put in all the magic tools and things beside him, held the spirit sword in one hand, and was about to leave the room, after a little thought, he turned around and took out a steel long sword, and then pushed open the door, jumped over the wall and touched it in the direction of the dog's barking.

At this time, there was no moon in the sky, the light was not bright, and there was only the sound of insects chirping except for the barking of dogs, which seemed deeper and quieter.

Liu Wenyuan took out the feng shui compass and shook it around, and when he saw that the pointer did not move, he put it in his arms and sneaked carefully.

Soon, Liu Wenyuan came to a bungalow residential area, the sound of the dog barking was quite close, Liu Wenyuan heard a sound of heavy footsteps in this quiet.

Liu Wenyuan listened to the wind and discerned the position, as if the dog was yelling at the footsteps, but the owner of the footsteps seemed to be a little different, which made the dog bark and be afraid at the same time.

Liu Wenyuan glanced and saw a tall sycamore tree next to him, his body moved lightly, and he jumped up to the dense branches and leaves of the sycamore.

After Liu Wenyuan hid it, he looked at the direction where the footsteps came from through the branches and leaves, waiting for the owner of the footsteps.

In the dim starlight, a rather strange figure emerged from the corner of the road.

The figure had a wider upper body and a thinner lower body, which was very asymmetrical, and he dragged it in the direction of Liu Wenyuan step by step.

Liu Wenyuan frowned, the figure was still far away, and the light was unknown, Liu Wenyuan couldn't see what the strange figure was for a while.

The figure seemed to be walking extremely hard, but it was unswerving, as if some faith had been supporting the figure.

After a while, the figure was much closer, but it was still difficult to see its face, but Liu Wenyuan already knew that it was a human and not a ghost.

Liu Wenyuan breathed a sigh of relief, if it is a ghost, he will naturally take care of it, but people, he will not do that worrying move.

Liu Wenyuan swam down the tree, and was about to leave quietly, when suddenly, the figure made a faint sound, the voice was extremely strange, not Chinese, it seemed to be Tibetan to Liu Wenyuan's ears.

Liu Wenyuan couldn't help but move in his heart, turned around to look, and saw that the figure stopped moving, as if he was about to fall.

Liu Wenyuan walked over quickly, gradually approaching the figure, and when Liu Wenyuan saw the miserable face of the figure, he was taken aback, "Master Daruwang!"

When a layer of mist appeared in the sky, Xiao Yi turned over and sat up, stretching his waist a little tiredly.