Chapter 55 Nameless... Dead?

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The source of Qi.

"Nameless... is dead?"

Almost everyone who had seen Wuming before was shocked when they heard the news.

Especially in the guard area of ​​Jiange.

The four masters, the people from Liyuan, and Qingyun and others who came with Wuming from Huaxia Wulin couldn't believe it when they heard the messenger came to report the news.

Qingyun is an exception.

The four masters and Liyuan watched Wuming grow up step by step.

They have seen countless disasters that Wuming has dealt with, they have seen Wuming fall into danger countless times, and they have heard of Wuming falling to death countless times.

However, Wuming came back alive every time.

No matter what kind of opponent he faces, Wuming wins.

How could Wuming die?

How can this be?

No one is willing to believe that Wuming is really dead.

However, everyone is very clear in their hearts that Wuming is facing the Holy Lord of Nirvana this time, the great devil that the entire Chinese martial arts has dealt with for hundreds of years.

Last time, when Wuming escaped from the hands of the Holy Master, everyone was very surprised.

No one thought of it.

Wuming was able to survive the pursuit of the Holy Lord of Nirvana.

It is precisely because of the previous surprise that although everyone is reluctant to believe it now, they know in their hearts that Wuming's death has become a fact.

After all, if Holy Lord Nirvana really wanted to kill, even if the entire Huaxia martial arts rushed up, the entire army would probably be wiped out.

Wuming dealt with Nirvana Holy Lord by himself, how could he survive?

In extreme disbelief,

Everyone fell into silence.

A mountain facing the Qi source flow.

Here, originally belonged to the nameless cultivation place.

On this flat lawn on the top of the mountain, the two old men stood at the place where Wuming used to practice, looking at the incomparably thick Qi source flow that soared into the sky from afar.

"Just heard the news, Wuming he..."

Standing beside the old man, Sima Chan, who had recovered from being seriously injured by the backlash from peeping at the sky before, sighed softly and said, "If you need, I can make a divination for you to determine his life or death. "

During the conversation.

Sima Chan directly raised his right hand.

A starburst suddenly appeared at his fingertips.

Just when the starlight was trying to cut through his fingertips, the old man who had been silent all this time stretched out his hand and pressed Sima Chan's arm forcibly.

"Live and die."

Looking at the thick qi source in the distance, the old man shook his head lightly and said: "If he is still alive, he is still alive even if you don't calculate it. If he is dead, even if you calculate the result, he is still dead." gone."

"Perhaps, I can try to calculate his position."

Sima Chan said.

"No need."

The old man shook his head again, and said: "There is no need to use your life to calculate a result that will not have much effect whether you know it or not."

"And, I don't think he'll just die like this!"

Sima Chan glanced at the old man, but he couldn't see the slightest emotional fluctuation on the old man's face, so he could only sigh helplessly in the end: "Oh."

...

Jiange.

"Third Elder, is Wuming really?"

The Twelve Sword Envoys stood on the back mountain, outside the wooden house where the three elders sat in meditation all the year round, looked at the three elders sitting cross-legged in the wooden house, and asked proactively.

"well."

The old man with white hair and black brows opened his eyes and let out a long sigh.

"What are you sighing for?"

The black-haired and white-browed Qu Lao had a cold expression on his face. He cast a nonchalant glance at Yuan Yuan and said, "It's just a piece of news. Although it has been proven that the Mayan Qi source has been destroyed, no one has seen Wuming!"

"What do you see?"

The old man curled his lips and said with great regret: "Holy Master Nirvana took action, there are few people in this world who can escape, if Wuming is given a few more years, maybe he can become that kind of person, but it is still too early. Pity."

"not necessarily."

Qian Lao, who had been silent for a long time, also opened his eyes at this time, and said: "Life and death, from ancient times to the present, are not things that can be guessed by people. Yes, some people have been buried, but they came back to life.”

"Every powerful person has struggled from the line of life and death."

Speaking of this, Elder Qian paused for a moment, and continued to add: "If he survives, he will be nirvana, and if he dies, he will perish. Everything depends on him, and we cannot guess."

...

Lao Tzu remains.

This one belongs to the nameless ruins. When the news of the nameless death came, all the martial artists in the whole ruins fell silent.

The originally noisy secret realm of the ruins seemed to have been blocked from all volume, and it was eerily quiet.

Every martial artist in the depths.

All have received unnamed favors.

Not only this ruins secret realm, Wuming also brought a quick success method to everyone in the secret realm, so that everyone's strength has been greatly improved.

Moreover, Wuming once preached here.

Let everyone who listens benefit a lot.

this moment.

Hearing the news of Wuming's death, everyone didn't know what it was like, anyway, it was very uncomfortable.

above the clouds.

In the garden of the fifth family, Yunyangzi and Wuqian walked side by side, and they were about to leave here and return to the source of energy.

"Do you believe?"

Fifth Qian asked.

"I don't believe it, but I have to believe it."

Yun Yangzi frowned, shook his head and said, "He..."

When the words came to his lips, Yun Yangzi suddenly paused, and then he let out a long breath, and added: "Although he came later than us, he has always walked ahead of us, you and I can't even catch up with him. No qualifications, so I don't know, I don't see his way."

After finishing speaking, a bitterness appeared on Yunyangzi's face.

"yes."

Wu Qian raised her head sadly, and said: "The warriors of our generation thought that they lived in an era of peace and could continue to practice without any worries, but who knew that there were still some warriors in this world? So many wars."

"What he sees is always more than what we see. Perhaps this is why he is so desperate when facing everything?"

Yunyangzi and Wuqian looked at each other, nodded slightly and said, "No matter what, we all hope that he can come back."

...

On the square under the clouds.

"Is Wuming dead?"

After getting the quick success method, Yi Lao's strength has been greatly improved, and his whole person has become much younger than before.

"No."

"He won't die, he can't die!"

Thinking of the young man who participated in Wubi in his manor back then, Yi Lao shook his head repeatedly.

He doesn't believe it.

In his heart, he always held great hope, and he always believed that Wuming would never die so easily.

same.

After He Gaoming and others found out.

All the brothers who followed Wuming were instantly enveloped in an unbearable sense of depression and grief.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible."

"How did the boss die?"

"The boss will not die, the boss will definitely not die."

Above the clouds, He Gaoming and all the brothers gathered together, shaking their heads frantically, not wanting to believe the news.

However, as they talked, everyone's eyes turned red.

Silent tears flowed quickly from everyone's red eyes.

There is no sound.

Even though tears flowed, no one sobbed aloud.

"I'm going to practice."

After a long silence, He Gaoming opened his mouth and said in an extremely hoarse voice: "I believe the boss will definitely come back. If he doesn't come back, I will avenge him!"

"Revenge for the boss!"

"We want to avenge the boss!"

Brothers, each of them gritted their teeth tightly, their faces were full of anger, and they fell into cultivation and training crazily, as if possessed by a demon.

...

Northern Xinjiang.

Military restricted area, base.

"nameless……"

Li Ji, who heard the news, stood in the room where he often communicated with Wuming, with a landline phone in his hand, standing there as if he had lost his soul. The line sound lasted for a long time, but he couldn't wake him up.

now.

He thought of what happened from the first day he knew Wuming, he thought of Wuming's contributions and sacrifices to China over the years, and he also thought of Wuming's true identity.

Scenes of pictures kept flashing before his eyes.

The flashing of each scene made my heart feel like being stabbed by a needle, causing a piercing pain.

This heartache pulled him out of his daze.

"ha……"

As if collapsed, Li Ji's body went limp, and he slapped his left hand on the table in front of him. His eyes were red, as if he had some acute illness, and he gasped heavily.

There was no sobbing at all.

After panting for a while, Li Jicai gradually stabilized his breathing, then put down the landline phone, picked it up again, and dialed a phone number tremblingly.

"Hello?"

A familiar voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Report."

Li Ji gritted his teeth and opened his mouth and said, "About Wuming's matter, should we express condolences to Wuming's family?"

As soon as this word came out.

The person on the phone was also silent.

After a long time.

"Again, wait a little longer."

There was a reply from the other end of the phone, and then the phone was hung up directly.

the other side.

Located in the plantation base in the military restricted zone.

"Why……"

After finishing work, Jiang Miaoyu, who habitually walked to Fang Qiu's office to help Fang Qiu clean up, just walked to Fang Qiu's desk when he suddenly felt a pain in his heart. Jump up.

"What's wrong with me?"

Quickly stabilized her body and sat on Fangqiu's office chair. Jiang Miaoyu took a few breaths loudly, then rubbed her heart and said, "Why are you so flustered all of a sudden?"

Maybe it was the sixth sense, maybe it was some other reason, or maybe it was because he hadn't contacted him for too long, Jiang Miaoyu took out his phone and called Fang Qiu immediately.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is turned off, please try again later."

On the other end of the phone, there was a ruthless reminder.

Jiang Miaoyu hung up the phone and dialed again.

Still shut down.

After waiting for half an hour, flustered still, and Fang Qiu's phone call was never connected, Jiang Miaoyu stood up, glanced outside, wanted to find Fang's parents and mother, but just stepped out, Immediately stopped.