The old demon Zhulong still raised his head without saying a word, but opened his eyes and stared at the top of his head, as if he was staring at something, but there was nothing else except darkness. His breathing gradually became heavier, as if Feng Shuzhu's words did not bring him any comfort, and he was still worried.

Feng Shuzhu understood that no words at this moment could persuade the old demon Zhulong. The tragic confrontation of hundreds of years was better than any eloquence. Then he changed his tone and said, "In this way, it came here before you."

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When Feng Shuzhu heard this, he inevitably glanced at the worm beside him again and said, "It seems that someone deliberately spread the news of the treasure. In fact, it is to use the power of the treasure burglary to consume your power and release it as soon as possible."

The old demon Zhudong still closed his eyes, nodded, and said, "Even if I have seen through it, what can I do? Who in the world will believe that a half-human and half-worm monster will not come to help me."

When Feng Shuzhu heard this, his eyebrows raised and said seriously: "Feng can help you, Kongjue Temple, Guiyun Temple, and countless righteous sword immortals, I am afraid that they have already started a war with the demon who is here."

When the old demon Zhulong heard this, he suddenly opened his eyes wide, sat upright again, and said suspiciously: "Are you serious about this?"

Feng Shuzhu looked awe-inspiring, and the heroic spirit was revealed between her eyebrows, and she said seriously: "A gentleman's word."

The old demon Zhudong seemed to find it difficult to accept the news for a moment. He lowered his head slightly, pondered for a moment, and said lightly: "I am deeply relieved to hear this promise, but to be honest, I am already exhausted."

At this time, Feng Shuzhu noticed that liquid was constantly oozing out of the lower limbs of the old demon of the worm. His figure was indeed much shriveled than when he met the previous few times, and he looked more like a skinny old man. He was inevitably regretful when he remembered all the previous things.

Feng Shuzhu's subtle emotional changes fell into the eyes of the old demon Zhulong. He smiled bitterly and said, "There is nothing to regret. The way of heaven is irreversible. I have lived long enough, not to mention that my long-cherished wish has been fulfilled. I can be buried with her in this treasure mountain. What else can I ask for?" After saying that, the old demon Zhulong's eyes were full of love, and he kept stroking the golden coffin beside him, like a tough guy with iron bones, carefully putting away the strand of hair on his beloved's forehead, gentle and careful.

Later, the old demon Zhulong said again: "I'll let me complete this last battle alone." After that, he raised his head, his eyes firmly and resolutely, like a brave man who was going to die. Then his voice lowered, and said: "But I still have a kind of reluctance. I hope that Feng Shaoxia can help him, and that Feng Shaoxia can keep the remains of this worm so that it can continue to reproduce and survive, and it's not in vain that they have been with me for so many years."

Feng Shuzhu looked at the old demon Zhulong's every move, with a gloomy expression. At this moment, in his eyes, the old demon Zhulong had become a white-haired general. With a staggering pace, Ti Li Blade came to the appointment and wanted to walk the last part of the battlefield alone.

Just as the old demon Zhudong was about to speak again, a sudden change occurred. A muffled sound came from the dark abyss behind the old demon Zhudong. The muffled sound was distant and grand, reaching the ear drum, making people thrill. It clearly felt that the blood and blood flowed backwards, and the five abdomen and six internal organs rolled.

The rustworms surrounding the two of them became turbulent when they heard the sound, and the rustling sound became even more intense. As the muffled sound approached, the rustworms became more and more uneasy. Later, with a loud "buzzing" sound, the entire group of rustworms flew up, forming a green galaxy that hovered around the treasure mountain.

As if in response, the darkness followed, and a few muffled sounds came from the depths, as if they were protesting and the tense atmosphere instantly filled the entire space.

The old demon Zhudong sat up straight, stared at him with his eyes wide open, and stopped talking, dancing the tentacles in front of him, with an extremely solemn expression, as if facing a great enemy.

At the same time, the dull sound gradually moved from the abyss, and an invisible sense of oppression slowly came. In the darkness, there seemed to be some giant beast stepping on the thunder and clamoring out.

At this critical moment, the old demon Zhuilong jumped up and stood in the air on the treasure mountain with a majestic expression. The wide black cloak behind him was stirred by the wind, and the long tentacles around him kept dancing, as if they were a powerful general, stretched out one arm, and then made a short and sharp whistle in his mouth.

When the worms heard the sound, they were like an army. They moved in a neat manner, turned their spearhead neatly, flapping their wings toward the dark abyss, ready to go.

After a while, it seemed as if the troops had been deployed, a long whistle sounded from the old demon of the worm. The army of worms was as if they had received the order to charge. After a loud "Weng Rumble" sound, they all rushed forward bravely, without fear, and rushed into the depths of the dark abyss.

Then, from the abyss, there were loud roars like a cow mooing, as if there were some giants resisting, the sound of impact, the sound of rolling, and the sound of collapse gathered together, and the sound of thrilling.

Feng Shuzhu also felt the ground under her feet tremble again. Although it was not as good as outside the cliff, it was still deeply shocking. There were even gusts of strong winds blowing towards her, carrying a fishy smell, which hit the mouth and nose, making it difficult to open the eyes.

The old demon, who was standing on Baoshan in the air, had a grim expression on his face and stared at the front with his eyes, as if a general who had been in the battlefield had been judging the situation in front of the three armies. The whistle in his mouth was sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes left and right.

The worms were also accompanied by whistles, rushing or retreating, advancing or stopping, and taking turns to fight. Although every charge would lose many similar types, the worms were like barbarian fighters coming from the wilderness, charging into battle without hesitation. As long as they received the order, they would advance rapidly and fight forward to death. Their fierceness was shocking. They were a journey of bears and wolves and a teacher of tigers and wolves.

They are separated by thin individuals, but once they are combined, they become a huge monster. It waves its long tentacles and fights with the other party. Even if it is beaten to the point of being broken and covered in bruises, it never retreats. It roars like a ferocious god. The loud "rumbling" sound rolls like an irritating thunder. It is angry in its chest, its eyes are open, and the blue veins on its forehead are bulging with the whistling thick air. It has the determination to die that it will never give up until it defeats the other party.

Feng Shuzhu saw it and gradually felt a little respect for these worms, but his expression was inevitably worried. Such a fierce army was exhausted, and it was conceivable that the monster inside the abyss was terrifying and powerful.

The huge roar like a cow shocked the soul, and what followed was a bloody storm. Gradually, in Feng Shuzhu's eyes, this was no longer a battle, but a tragic suicide attack, a desperate farewell, and even a feeding performance.

In less than a stick of incense, the worms had decreased by more than one-third. The worm holes were standing in the air, his whole body trembling, and body fluids were constantly flowing with his lower limbs. He gasped heavily. Because of the invisible sense of oppression, a bright red blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth. He gritted his teeth and insisted, and even made the final preparation for death. He was like a gambler with red eyes. He knew it was a loss, but he still pressed everything as usual.

After several rounds of confrontation, when there were few left of the worms around him, the old monster of the worm hole let out a "pop" and sprayed a stream of blood mist from his mouth. His body instantly lost its balance and fell down. With a "bang", it fell to the golden coffin.

At the same time, a long cow moo came from the abyss, as if sighed and helpless. Then, the wind calmed down, and the calm inside returned to the mystery of the past, and the terrible monster was repelled again.

The old demon of the worm lying on the golden coffin, smiled bitterly, raised his hand to wipe the blood stains on the corner of his mouth, glanced at the few worms left below the Baoshan Mountain, and turned his eyes to Feng Shuzhu, with a dismal smile, and said sadly: "Young Master Feng, I have done my best. All the things behind it depends on you." After speaking, his head was forced to fall heavily and fell on the golden coffin. His non-human strange claws held the coffin lid tightly, hugged everything he had, and hugged everything he had, and then he slowly closed his eyes without any nostalgia.

With a loud "boom", the ground at the foot of the treasure mountain suddenly collapsed, and a huge pool of black water poured out from the ground, swallowing all the treasures and the old monster lying on the golden coffin in an instant.

The deep black water kept rolling out a series of bubbles, and when they rose to the water surface, they were destroyed one by one, just like a person's dream, whether it is good or bad, whether it is beautiful or bad, it will dissipate when the deadline comes and when it reaches its peak.

The bursting bubbles in the black water constantly generate tiny ripples, and slowly gently send a whistle made of a bird's leg bone to the shore. It is like a lantern lying on a dream. In an empty night, it is gently put down by someone. After experiencing the waves, it finally reaches the other shore. The water waves rise and fall, quietly waiting for those who are destined to be.

Feng Shuzhu stood there, looking at the pool of black water, standing quietly for a long time before taking extremely heavy steps, slowly walking to the edge of the black water, and reflected his solemn face in the dark and deep water. He saw him leaning down and reaching out to catch the floating whistle.

There was a silence around me, and there seemed to be the sound of the fighting just now in my ears, which was still echoing. Although everything was silent, the murderous intent in my heart surged in.

Feng Shuzhu's face was as deep as water. The corners of her mouth moved twice, but she didn't say anything after all. Her eyes were like lightning, staring at the darkness in the abyss and slowly walked away.

Behind him, there was a "rumbling sound of the old man" sounding, following him.
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