From the darkness, a figure slowly walked out. He was bald and had a handsome face. It was the master of Xuan Kong temple, the last Great Tribulation Temple genius, gang Yi.
He didn't answer sect master Ren's question directly. Instead, he came to the young corpse and gently poked his hand into the hole in his heart, sighing softly.
what a pity. This little snake had already turned into a flood Dragon. He suddenly died. His miraculous life seemed to have come to an abrupt end. Gang Yi said, " as soon as Ying Wuming dies, the Ying family will have no chance. Although Ying Guang's martial arts are stronger, he is far inferior to Ying Wuming in other aspects. He is a coward.
"Senior brother Ji Kong, I'm asking you, how much longer can I live?" sect master Ren said indignantly.
"Perhaps, about a year," Gangyi said. You should have died more than 30 years ago, but you're still alive. You've already stolen more than 30 years of time from the heavens."
