Chapter 520 Runaway in the Ancient Sea, Kid
Chapter 520 Children
"Here is a turtle shell." Qin Ming found a giant turtle shell, at least thirty meters long, lying quietly in the bone pile, exuding a thick momentum, seemingly indestructible. The giant tortoise is so dead that even the bones are gone, but the shell is still there. It has to be said that it is a miracle.
"It's mine." The little tortoise waved its claws, and the 30-meter-long tortoise shell was put into its shell.
"Do you still have the water of life? Give me some."
"It's gone, not a single drop is left." Xiao Gui replied unceremoniously.
"I have."
"You have a bird."
"..."
The two chatted one after another, and walked to the bone mountain in front to see if there was anything special there.
An hour later, Qin Ming stopped, gripped the Ba Dao tightly, and stood ready.
A group of people were sitting around the bone mound in front of him, yes, they were living people!
After walking for so long, Qin Ming finally saw a living person.
These people are old and young, male and female, there are thirty people, there are two circles inside and outside of them, guarding a person inside, to be honest, guarding a child carved in powder and jade, it looks like Only five or six years old.
They all opened their eyes, wary of Qin Ming.
But……
Looking at it, Qin Ming's eyes changed, and he groaned softly in his heart, what a crime.
They looked at Qin Ming, opened their mouths slightly, and recognized him, especially the child surrounded in the center.
"You know them?" Xiaozu wondered.
"know."
"What is the source?"
"Liuli Island, the master of Fenglei Sect, Pei Qiuming!" Qin Ming looked at the child, his appearance changed a lot, but he could basically tell it by looking at the people around him. Isn't this powder-carved and jade-carved child Pei Qiuming, the head of the Fenglei Sect, a majestic sage who has become a child? The tragedy of Shengwu's degeneration happened before his eyes. And the white-haired old man who accompanied Pei Qiuming was his son Pei Feng, wasn't he?
"Qin Ming?" Pei Feng was so old that he stood up leaning on his bones. He was very sad, angry, and in pain. From a young man to a late old man, he almost burped his fart. The feeling was so uncomfortable. However, looking at the old man beside him, I couldn't tell what it was like.
"Congratulations, you're all alive." Qin Ming is carrying a sword and spreading his wings. His features are obvious, and because he has been asleep for'fifty years', his facial muscles have returned to their original shape, which is what they used to be.
The expressions of everyone in the Fengleimen became ugly. No matter how they heard or responded to these words, what is congratulations? What does it mean to be alive?
Especially for Pei Qiuming, the master of Fengleimen, his words were like a sharp knife, piercing his heart, and his calm mood finally collapsed on the spot. He hates, he is mad, he is angry, the so-called strength, so-called talent, and so-called treasure are so vulnerable in the face of time. It is not easy for him to cultivate to the holy martial arts. He has endured untold hardships and tribulations. It is really not easy. Now it is good, the age has returned to five years old, and the realm is almost completely abolished. Thinking of this, he grabbed the bone beside him and smashed it on the head. As a result, the bang bang knocked down a few bones, and immediately the head was smashed and bleeding, and he screamed in pain.
"Father! It's okay! Don't be afraid! I'm here!" Pei Feng hurriedly threw away the bones, picked up his father, and wiped the blood in a hurry.
Pei Qiuming yelled: "Put it down! How many times have I warned you, don't hug me around!"
Pei Feng hurriedly put him down, apologizing with a bitter face. "You are not Shengwu anymore, you can't stand such a toss. Don't hurt yourself anymore, if you have something good or bad, how can I live?"
"Shut up! Shut up!"
"Yes, yes, I shut up."
No matter how funny this scene looks, an old man kneels and kowtows in front of a child, calling out for his father in fear.
The surviving disciples of Fengleimen also wanted to laugh, but felt even more sad. These people don't have a good life, either they are old or degenerate.
Pei Qiuming screamed frantically, no one could understand his mood. It was not easy for him to advance to the Saint Martial Realm, he had come from the first heaven, the first heaven, especially the transformation from the peak of the Earth Martial Arts to the Saint Martial Realm, how difficult it was. But when he woke up, he went back to his childhood and started to practice again. This time, can he still be promoted to Martial Saint? how much longer?
Filled with grievance and anger, Pei Feng turned around and pointed at Qin Ming and cursed: "Why haven't you grown old? Why? It's not fair!"
Qin Ming pointed to the sky.
"What do you mean?" They collectively looked at the sky, is there a mystery?
"God willing."
"Your uncle." Everyone almost cursed.
"You are the only ones left, what about the others?" Qin Ming remembered that there were hundreds of people coming from Fengleimen.
It's okay if you don't mention it, but when you mention this, the Fengleimen stare, what about the others? What the hell are you talking about? died! All turned into bones! One hundred people were all involved, but when they opened their eyes, there were only thirty left.
"How long have you been in?" Qin Ming observed the team of Fengleimen. There is an old woman at the fifth level of earth martial arts, an old man at the fourth level of earth martial arts, a strong man at the third level of earth martial arts, and five earth martial artists who are below the third level of earth martial arts. Quenching spirit realm. This lineup is still very threatening to Qin Ming, but with golden wings, he is not afraid of them.
"There is no day and night here, the time is very chaotic, and we don't know how long we have been here." The old woman from the fifth heaven shook her head, her mood was still calm. She used to be a beautiful woman and the female elder of the Fenglei Sect. She suddenly aged for nearly thirty years, and it was hard to accept at first, but looking at the Sect Master who had degenerated from a child from Shengwu, and looking at the person next to him At least she is lucky for the elder who has degraded from the peak of earth martial arts to the third heaven of earth martial arts, and he is also the strongest in their team of thirty.
"Is there anyone else around?"
"A lot, at least two or three hundred people, and many spirit demons."
At the moment of being swallowed by Longevity Mountain, some people will go through hundreds of years and become dry bones directly. No matter how heroic or strong you are, you will be as fragile as a clay figurine in front of the years, without even a chance to struggle. But there are still people who are lucky enough to survive decades of changes.
It has been half a month since the Black Flood Dragon battleship took Long Live to sweep across the Phantom Sea Territory. I don't know how many people and monsters were devoured, and the number of survivors is naturally not small. There are two or three hundred around here, what about other places?
Longevity Mountain looks very quiet, but scattered people and demons range from thousands to thousands.
They are still peaceful now, and there is no trouble, because they are too busy wiping their tears, trying to let themselves accept the reality. But I believe that it won't be long before this place will become a cruel battlefield. Because this is Long Live Mountain, no one can get out, and everyone will die. Under the stimulation of despair, people will lose their minds and become crazy, and all kinds of ugliness such as killing, rape, abuse, etc. will be staged in turn, and the last carnival of life will be held.
Looking at the vast sea of bones, Qin Ming finally breathed a sigh of relief. Since many people survived, the possibility of Ma Dameng and Baihu being alive is much greater.
"Are you forming an alliance?" The old woman looked at Qin Ming, thinking that one more person would give him more strength. Although he would die sooner or later, at least he should not die so ugly.
Alliance? Everyone else is looking at her, forming an alliance with this guy? Aren't you afraid of revenge from the witch palace? Hey, that's right, this is Long Live Mountain, no one can get out, so worry about the witch palace. Regardless of this aspect, Qin Ming's identity as the Undead King is still very effective in combat, especially those two pairs of golden wings, which can walk in the air like a holy warrior, come and go freely, and have an advantage in melee.