"You..."

The old man sighed.

Di Yu wiped away the blood, folded the handkerchief, and put it in his arms.

He straightened up and looked at the old man, "Is it okay for uncle?"

The old man's skin was warm and white, and his head was bright and bright without a single hair. He did not wear a cassock, had no ring scars on his head, and his eyebrows were long and his beards were far more than ordinary people.

He looked quite old, but his skin was not at all old. If it weren't for his white eyebrows and beard, no one would have believed that he was a hundred years old.

He sat cross-legged on the futon, and he would do whatever he was when Di Yu came in.

"Mr. Uncle Master is fine."

The old man looked at Di Yu, his eyes were always clear and clear, as if he could see through all things in the world.

It seems that he is not a human, he is a God.

"You sent a letter to your uncle early in the morning. Uncle Master was prepared for it, and Guozong was also in danger this time."

"It's your fault that you are so seriously injured tonight, I'm afraid it will be difficult to heal."

The old man looked at Di Yu. He was seriously injured, but he was always calm and his face had not changed for a moment.

Such a Di Yu is heartbreaking and helpless.

"I have nothing to do, uncle doesn't have to worry."

Di Yu raised his hand, stood up, and left the hall.

The old man looked at him with steady steps, straight as pine and cypress, and his breath was calm.

He could not see any injury.

"Prince, they ran away."

Leng Qin came to Di Yu and bowed.

Di Yu stopped on the steps, put one hand behind him and the other hand hanging in front of him.

He looked at the night in the distance, and the night was boundless, falling into his eyes, as if he was falling into hell.

"Prepare, set off in one hour."

"yes!"

Leng Qin turned around and disappeared.

Di Yu lowered his eyes and his eyes fell on the people in the martial arts field below.

The poison just now turned all the corpses on the ground into ashes and the wind blew away.

Now the disciples of the Guosect who are not dead but injured, trying to control the poison gas and prevent the poison gas from invading the heart meridians.

The old man sat cross-legged on the ground, and was lucky to fix the poisonous gas he had inhaled before in one place so that the poisonous gas would not invade the whole body.

But even if it was just him who controlled the poison gas, it had already consumed most of his energy.

He opened his eyes and looked at the disciples sitting cross-legged on the ground.

They were all trying their best to control it, but the poison was so powerful that many disciples could not hold on and were shaking.

The old man looked at these disciples with decay in his eyes. This is God's destruction of their country's sect.

The old man turned his gaze and looked at the location where Ling Yu was ahead. Ling Yu was lying there before, and his anger was cut off.

But now, there is nothing there, a body or a robe.

Only the scattered blood records everything that happened before.

If you have bad intentions, destroying others and not being beneficial to yourself.

The old man closed his eyes and showed a sense of perseverance on his face.

He raised his hand and moved quickly, falling down from top of his head to under his body.

When his palm fell on his belly, a mouthful of black blood was spit out instantly.

The old man shook his body and opened his eyes.

A disciple with great martial arts skills next to him heard the voice and looked over, "Master!"

The old man stood up with his hands on the ground and staggered. The disciple saw it and opened his eyes wide, "Master, you..."

The old man walked over, sat cross-legged in front of him, and his palms were circulating. When the disciple saw this, he realized what the old man was going to do, and immediately spoke, "Master, no!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man pushed his palm power towards his disciple, and the disciple was unable to speak.

But his eyes gradually turned red.

Master is going to pass on his lifelong skills to him and let him survive...

As the old man's skills continued to flow into the disciple's body, blood from the corner of the old man's mouth flowed down, one drop, one drop...

Tears burst into the disciple's eyes. He wanted to speak, but he couldn't.

Suddenly, the old man stopped and fell backwards.

The disciple immediately hugged the old man, "Master!"

Someone hugged the old man faster than him before he took action, and his hands were fast, pushing his palms on the old man.

The old man opened his eyes and looked at the person who suddenly appeared.
Chapter completed!