Back Off, Let Me Come Chapter 928

Chapter 928 Chapter 928: Death of Jimo Yu [Ask for monthly votes]

 “Stop for me, do you hear me?”

The old man could not control his body, but he could feel the martial energy in his veins and elixir flowing away rapidly like a flood. ,

 Martial spirit is not only the foundation for a brave warrior to make a living, but also the source of his long life. Once the [Enlightenment] ends, all the fruits of his lifetime of hard work will be destroyed. Without the support of his martial spirit, he was not far from death.

 In less than a hundred days, all the muscles and veins will be severed and you will die!

 No, maybe it won't last a hundred days.

  The old man's current age can be called a person's auspicious words!

"Jimo Yu, did you hear that?" The old man's voice echoed in Jimo Yu's ears. From panic at the beginning to losing control to roaring, and finally even breaking into cracks, every word was filled with infinite resentment, "You Stop it for me!"

 However, Jimo Yu was indifferent.

"Jimo Yu, do you believe it or not, I can let your Gongxi clan die without a burial place?" If you could see his expression, it would be that his eyes were about to burst and his teeth were bitten with hatred.

Jimo Yu finally responded.

The voice was full of endless sarcasm: "What you said is interesting. What is the root cause of the genocide of the Gongxi clan? You don't know it in your heart? Now, there are only three or two kittens left in the clan. Our clan has always advocated cremation. These few people finally No one really cares where you die. What's the use of your threats? I advise you to be less angry and enjoy the little time you have left."

 The last sentence changed from sarcasm to gloating.

 The old man was so angry that he almost lost consciousness.

I wish I could tear Jimo Yu into eight pieces with one slap, crush him into a pulp, and be deprived of reincarnation for eternity. I would curse him extremely unpleasantly.

Jimo Yu added fuel to the fire: "Even if the old man is willing to stop, your cultivation is completely useless. You have lived to this age and you still don't know [Enlightenment]?"

　　　　　　 The occult tyranny is here.

 Once you start there is no turning back.

Even if it is forcibly interrupted, the caster's martial spirit will be exhausted, and the medicine and stones will have no effect! This secret technique is to spontaneously ignite the martial arts, transform the martial energy into the purest and most easily absorbed energy of heaven and earth, and forcefully infuse it into another body. Regardless of success or failure, the caster will die!

 Fang Yan grabbed Shao Chong's back collar.

 Reprimanded in a low voice: "Thirteen, don't be ridiculous."

Shaochong turned his head and looked at Jimo Qiu, then at his sixth brother. He subconsciously shrank his neck and said, "Sixth brother."

Intuition told him that his friend was in a bad situation.

That [enlightenment] doesn't sound like a good thing.

Fourth Uncle Lin's brows were so furrowed that he could kill a fly: "Even though the [Daigo Initiation] can obtain the cultivation inheritance of twenty-level Chehou, Shaobai's talent is not bad, and he can reach the top on his own. Fang Liu, what do you think? What does this old guy want to do?"

  After all, it is an external force. Even if it is very pure, it will still carry the aura of the previous one and not be suitable for the new body. Foreign and indigenous forces will begin to compete for ownership of the body. In general, the outcome is death by explosion.

Therefore, in order to avoid this situation and at the same time allow the person who receives the [Daigo Initiation] to inherit the power of the practitioner to the maximum extent, the original foundation of the recipient must be abolished before the surgery is performed, and then part of the power must be used to reshape the tendons and elixirs. Mansion and courage.

 The subject must remain awake during the entire process. If he is unconscious, the effect of [Enlightenment] will be greatly reduced.

This kind of pain and risk is too great.

 Fang Yan turned his attention from Shao Shao to the altar.

 She keenly noticed that Jimo Qiu's reaction was unreasonable, and there was no sign of pain on his face: "Look again."

Uncle Lin had no choice but to suppress his anxiety.

On the altar, the old man was still going crazy.

"Okay, okay, Jimo Yu, you are still ruthless! I am unlucky and fell into the trap of your Gongxi clan! But don't even think about getting any benefits!" The old man returned to his senses a little, saw that the altar was empty, and said There were no scenes of Gu insects crawling around or Gu kings entrenched. Apart from them, there were no other living creatures in the underground palace. He vaguely guessed that he was not being deceived at this moment. The scam started a hundred years ago. He was filled with hatred and vomited old blood. , "At worst, the fish will die and the net will break, and we will perish together!"

 You're going to die, right?

The big guys were buried here together!

Jimo Yu's answer was: “Try it.”

 Three words, full of provocation.

 The old man actually tried it out of despair and rage.

He tried all the techniques he knew to achieve death together, but to no avail. The old man belatedly realized that it was the work of the woman on the door.

Jim Moyu's words confirmed his guess.

"The five high priests who sacrificed their lives to clean up your mess all had profound divine power. Wu Guo's evil disaster exposed all the secrets of the Gongxi clan to the world. In order to avoid the catastrophe of annihilation, we can only trap you here. They Of course, we should also take into account the possibility of you discovering the truth and save it early. If not, how can I be sure?"

 The reliefs on the door are the remnants of the five high priests.

Although it is a lingering regret, he has been constantly drawing on the power of heaven and earth for a hundred years. He has accumulated a hundred years of savings to suppress twenty-level Chehou at a time. He still has the intention to deal with Wu Xin, so naturally there is no possibility of failure.

Hearing this, the old man even broke his guard and cursed loudly!

 Finally, I got tired of scolding and was too lazy to scold anymore.

 Because he found that most of his cultivation had been dissipated, and the passage was getting faster and faster, and there was no way to recover!

 Half an hour later, Jimo Yu took back his hand.

 The old man has been squeezed to the last drop.

Jimo Qiu, who was holding Yuan Shouyi, tilted and fell towards the altar. Jimo Yu raised his hand to support him. Seeing this, the old man cursed again: "Damn it, Jimo Yu, who are you looking for?"

 【Enlightenment】Be sober during the whole process!

Jimo Qiu fell into a coma, and his cultivation was in vain!

This gave the old man a sense of déjà vu as if a robber had robbed him of his life savings, and instead of squandering them or starting a business, he burned them all in front of him. This is simply worse than killing him! After being furious, he took pleasure in his misfortune.

 “Hahahaha, your apprentice is useless too!”

This is called stealing the chicken but losing the rice!

Jimo Yu did not let him be arrogant for too long.

"Shaobai is a high priest. He practices divine power and has been bathed in divine light. He is different from ordinary people like you. Now he just ate too much and fell asleep."

 The old man's wild laughter was forced to stop abruptly.

Jimo Yu's eyebrows showed fatigue and he raised his hand to perform the secret formula.

The next moment, the old man found that he could control his body again, his tendons and veins were all broken, the elixir palace was empty, and the strong weakness spread to his limbs and bones. He raised his hand and slapped Jimo Qiu, who was very close at hand. He clearly used all his strength, but in the end, not even a single red mark was left. At this moment, he deeply realized that the ability that he once had to move mountains and reclaim seas had really left him.

 He yelled and grabbed Jimoqiu's neck with both hands.

　　No matter how hard he tried, he could not break the opponent's neck, and even the neck under his palm did not shrink much.

 Jimo Yu returned to his own body.

Hands of crutches, he steps up to the altar step by step, looks coldly at the old man who has aged beyond recognition in just a few breaths, and says: "Don't waste your energy, keep your strength and wait for death."

 The old man saw the culprit and wanted to rush over and kill him.

 But his body was not strong enough to support him.

 “Why! Why so!”

 This is the question that the old man wants to ask most.

Jimo Yu looked at the old man with little vitality, slowly bent down and sat down: "Some of you are colluding with the Gods Association."

 The old man's shoulders trembled suddenly.

 Looking up, he looked at Jimo Yu.

Jimo Yu said quietly: "So, who is it?"

He leaned forward, stared at the old man with his eyes, and said firmly in a voice that could not be argued with: "After all these years, do you really think that you haven't found anything? Is it really because of your handwriting?"

 The old man gasped and averted his eyes. "The deaths of the five high priests, the deaths of the Gongxi clan, and even the death of my eldest brother...are there really no tricks?" Jimo Yu's voice was old, but it could penetrate the old man's eardrums and clearly pass into the other person's mind, "Revenge, there is Why not?"

 After a while, the old man replied: "No!"

 At most, no one knows anything but doesn't report it!

 He just didn't expect the result to be like this!

Jimo Yu said: "You should choose a decent way to die. Whether it is death due to severing of the muscles and veins or death from old age, it will be a bit undignified for you who have reached the pinnacle of martial arts."

 The old man's breathing became thicker and heavier.

 Finally it slowly slowed down.

 Maintain that posture.

Fang Yan and the other three came up cautiously.

"died?"

Fang Yan stretched out his fingers to explore the opponent's neck.

Jimo Yu: "I'm so angry that I'm so angry. Why bother?"

 Fang Yan and Fourth Uncle Lin: “…”

 They laid the old man's body aside.

Fang Yan checked Jimo Yu's pulse again.

Uncle Lin stepped forward and asked, "How are you doing now?"

Fang Yan, who felt the terminal pulse, shook his head slightly.

Jimo Yu can see clearly. He is already at the end of his game. Even with the help of the high priest, it is not easy to control the body of a twenty-level Chehou. In order to be sure, he ruthlessly burned the last bit of life.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to wait until Shaobai wakes up..." Jimo Yu leaned against Fourth Uncle Lin and reluctantly sat down, his reluctant eyes always falling on Jimo Qiu, "When he wakes up, please take him with you. The further away from the founding of the People's Republic of China, the better.”

Don't look at Fourth Uncle Lin who has been talking about how Jimo Yu can survive so much. At this moment, he also showed a sad look and promised: "A gentleman promises a thousand pieces of gold. What I promised you back then will be fulfilled even if I risk my life. You don't have to worry about me." White."

Jimo Yu's voice was very soft and weak, as if the pronunciation of each word required all his energy: "Remember...tell him to eat well...sleep well, be well...don't be sad for...the old man, let the old man be here..."

 He used his last strength to turn his head.

Looking in the direction of the underground palace gate.

At this moment, his eyes were blurred, and the cold breath of death was spreading throughout his body, but his heart felt unprecedentedly peaceful. In the dark, he felt a pair of gentle eyes looking at him, as if wanting to tell him - Yu'er, don't be afraid!

Jimo Yu's chapped lips moved.

 Sishu Lin and Fang Yan both leaned close to hear clearly.

 Vaguely, it seems to be the word "Aniang".

Fang Yan went to check Jimo Yu's pulse and shook his head.

Uncle Lin still felt like he was dreaming and couldn't believe it: "This old guy, he died like this? How could it be possible..."

Unknowingly, his eyes turned red.

Even though Jimo Yu's temper was stinkier and tougher than the stones in a latrine, the years they had spent together had made Fourth Uncle Lin feel the long-lost father's love, and he was never stingy about hiding personal things. For Uncle Lin, he is not only a lifesaver, but also a teacher and a father.

Fang Yan sighed: "I'm going to see Shaobai."

Jimo Qiu woke up a little earlier than expected.

  An hour later.

 The young man who was sleeping peacefully opened his eyes.

What caught his eye was Shaochong's enlarged face.

Jimo Qiupian begins with: "Thirteen?"

 “Wake up, wake up, he's awake!” Shao Chong did not answer. He jumped up on the spot, turned around and shouted in surprise at Fang Yan and the other two.

 After a while, both of them gathered around him.

 Sishu Lin looked at Jimo Qiu nervously.

“Shaobai, do you still remember who I am?”

According to Jimo Yu's calculations, Jimo Qiu's wisdom should be able to be opened. When the wisdom orifices are opened and the mind returns, it is equivalent to changing into a different person. Fourth Uncle Lin was not sure what the situation would be. The only one who knew was that the body was almost cold.

 “You are the fourth uncle.”

Jimo Qiu stood up and sat up.

 He recalled what happened before he fell into coma.

 In the past, everything I looked at seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, but now that I think about it again, those scenes suddenly become clear. Many things that I didn't understand at the time are now clear to me.

 “Fourth uncle, where is the teacher?”

Perhaps it's because his intelligence has opened up, and even his voice has lost the ignorant and immature tone of the past, and has been replaced by calmness.

Uncle Lin opened his mouth: "He..."

Without him having to say anything, Jimo Qiu had already seen Jimo Yu with his hands folded on his chest, as if he was asleep, and his eyes suddenly opened wide. Fourth Uncle Lin was afraid that he would be overly emotional: "Shaobai, your teacher didn't have any pain before he died. He said he wanted you to be well!"

Jimo Qiu just stared blankly.

After a long time, his upper body shook slightly and he struggled to get up.

Like a child who has just learned to walk, he takes one step and two steps.

Uncle Lin hurriedly caught up: "Shaobai, I'm sorry."

Jimo Qiu stood in front of the teacher's body, knelt down, and raised his hand to touch the teacher's withered cheek. During those years when he was a master and apprentice, he was also naughty and curious about why his teacher's beard was white and why his skin had so many soft folds.

　　Explore while the teacher is sleeping with his eyes closed.

 He thought he was being very careful, but Jimo Yu could always catch him. At this moment, the latter did not respond.

Those stern eyes could not be opened.

Jimo Qiu looked at Fourth Uncle Lin: "Why should we mourn?"

 One problem will make Fourth Uncle Lin unable to do his job.

 “Your teacher has left.”

Jimo Qiu nodded: "I know, then?"

Uncle Lin: "Don't be sad."

Jimo Qiu withdrew his gaze and looked down at the teacher: "I'm not sad. The teacher said that after the death of people of our clan, their souls will return to the embrace of the gods. That is not death, but just getting rid of the heavy body that binds the soul. We We will meet again there, the teacher just passed by first. It is a happy event."

Uncle Lin was speechless.

Isn't this a lie to a child?

Jimo Qiu put his hand on the teacher's chest, and the light overflowed from his palm, turning into a complicated high priest's robe on Jimo Yu's body. The mysterious lines silently exuded a quiet light: "Teacher, we are over there. goodbye."

Alas, I couldn't get far ahead. It's been more than a month, so I just forced myself to get on the bus. The black and white color scheme reminds Shiitake of a big boss.

 (End of this chapter)

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