When the fire was at its most intense, the rolling fire ditch also separated Ye Shuo and Taoist Master Chen, just like the yin and yang they had already isolated.

"Master..." Ye Shuo's pupils reflected a raging fire. He listened to the screams everywhere, and the remaining spiritual consciousness gradually condensed into a line and frantically searched into his body.

"Don't you really want to invade my body? Come on, I'll give it to you! I'm willing to sacrifice with my soul, just ask you to give me strength... to me strength!"

Give me the strength to protect the mountain gate, give me... the strength to tear the enemy in front of me!

"Come out! As long as it can help me overcome the current crisis, the dominance of this body will be yours in the future! Come out... I need you..."

But no matter how he called or prayed, the mysterious second consciousness never responded to him. It disappeared so thoroughly, as if it had never existed in his body.

"Ha..." In the end, Ye Shuo smiled bitterly. If he could not get the favor of the gods, would even the devil abandon himself now? He also had hatred, but his hatred could neither turn into a rolling flood to extinguish this flame nor into an explosive power, turning the tide in this great disaster. Is it because his hatred is not deep enough, or because his heart is not cruel enough? In this world, this world of black and white, why did he force them, such a group of good people, to the point of tolerance?

Just when Ye Shuo was alone, Chu Tianyao, who was fighting fiercely in the air, also noticed the incident on this side. After quickly getting rid of Zhou Jian, he flashed and fell down, rushed to Master Chen, and hugged his rolling head tightly in his arms, tears fell like rain: "Master...Master!"

Luo Dixing looked down at him coldly, blood flowing along his face, and there was still a kind of conventional sarcasm in his tone: "What are you pretending to be right now? Isn't this exactly what you want?"

Chu Tianyao raised his head suddenly, especially when Ye Shuo was attracted by the movements here and turned his head. As if to stop him, Chu Tianyao instantly gathered a ball of spiritual power in his hand, jumped up, and took the initiative to attack Luo Dixing.

"Luo Dixing, if you kill my master, I will definitely pay your life!"

Luo Dixing sneered repeatedly, and did not dodge or avoid, allowing himself to be knocked away by Chu Tianyao's attack. But even though he was in mid-air, his sneer did not stop. At the same time, a layer of spiritual scythe was lingering in each hand, harvesting the lives of the disciples along the way in pieces.

...

As soon as the fire of the world-destroying karma came out, there was almost no complete foothold in the entire battlefield. Even the ruins destroyed by artillery shells were just like this.

In the northwest corner of the front line, the survival rate here is relatively the highest. It is not because the direction is relatively remote, but because there is a living Bodhisattva here, walking in the smoke of gunpowder and running around the wounded.

The head of Baicaotang, the fourth master, Taoist Yuchen, after falling seriously injured in the air, the first thing she did was to treat the injured disciples and elders nearby. Under her careful care, each of them was missing his arms and legs. The disciples who should have already seen the King of Hell stood up again.

"Well, my old bones are already like this. Junior Sister Yuchen, you have been injured yourself, so save some spiritual power to heal yourself!" Taoist Master Yichen, who had broken an arm, looked at his empty sleeves and smiled bitterly at his side.

"It's all people who buried half of the loess, so why are they talking about self-treatment or not." The fourth master still did not stop the delivery of spiritual power. "The century-old foundation of our Xuantian Sect is over this time. I just hope to save a few more young disciples. After all, they are... people who can pass on our will and inherit..."

Before the Fourth Master had finished speaking, her voice was suddenly cut off. In her neck, a scorpion tail covered by red light was strung. Ruan Shi had appeared behind her at some point, his gloomy face pressed against her ears, and even the breath she exhaled was filled with a coldness that was so cold that it was so cold that it was in the bones.

"Doctors can't help themselves. You can save others, but you can't save yourself..."

The scorpion tail became tighter and tighter, and the fourth master's face was gradually becoming purple and swollen. Although Taoist Master Yichen was anxious, his injuries made him unable to move at all. He could only sit still, waiting for another comrade to die.

Suddenly, a beam of spiritual power broke through the air and stormed Ruan Shi's scorpion tail almost rudely. A figure also descended at the same time, tightly climbing on the shoulders of the fourth master. Each finger was so forceful, like a drowning person grasping the remaining driftwood. Ruan Shi was about to take action, but suddenly hesitated and stopped when he saw the person in front of him clearly.

"Are you a doctor? Then, is there any way you can relieve the erosion of the power of time? Ah?"

"The power of time erodes..." The fourth master slowly recited this cruel noun, then looked at the bloody and impatient Luo Dixing in front of him, and suddenly seemed to understand something: "You mean Mo Liangcheng..."

Luo Dixing nodded suddenly, and a ecstasy light flashed in his eyes again. The force holding the fourth master's shoulder suddenly increased, as if he was about to crush her shoulder bones. He begged incoherently: "You have a way, you say you have a way, as long as you can do it, I will let you go, I will let everyone in your Xuantian Sect! You say... you have a way! Say it!!"

The fourth master sighed and shook his head in his fanatical and expectant gaze: "I'm sorry, I have no choice."

Luo Dixing's gleeful eyes instantly cooled down, but soon, he seemed to have figured out something, his eyes beating wildly, and his voice became even more distant: "Is it because...we are your enemies? I...I said I will stop. Today I owe you from Xuantian Sect, I will give it back to you, even if you cut me into pieces, chop my head, and cut off my heart! As long as you promise to save him, I will do it with you. Why don't you move yet? Go and save him! Save him!"

Judging from his appearance, if the Fourth Master could nod, he would almost kneel down on the spot. Ruan Shi, who was standing aside, frowned. Senior Brother Luo had always been such a proud person. Now he was not hesitant to kneel down to an enemy prisoner just to exchange for a glimmer of life for Moliang City?

When his plea came to an end, the fourth master shook his head slowly: "The doctor is kind and never has any position to save people. Even if it is an enemy, I will definitely save them if I can save them. However, the power of time erodes, which is a higher field, and I am really powerless." After a pause, Cihe's eyes shot out hatred for the first time: "Although your spirit of sacrifice is indeed touching, I also want to tell you that you can't afford to pay it back if you owe us Xuantian Sect."

All the spirits in Luo Dixing's eyes were dim, like a candlestick poured by cold water, even the weakest Mars was wiped out without a trace. And when his wandering eyes finally re-pointed to the focus, the first sentence he spit out from his mouth was a sentence that gathered sadness and anger at the same time, and was on the verge of collapse: "...why?"

"Aren't you a doctor? Why can't you do it? You should have a way... Why can't you do it?"

Just as he muttered wildly, the fourth master suddenly felt a pain in his abdomen, and a long sword had stabbed in.

"Why can't you do it? Why can't you do it? I've been begging you so much, why can't you do it!..."

Luo Dixing was like a mental disorder. He was just chanting this sentence over and over again. At the same time, every time he recited a sentence, he would slash a madly on the Fourth Master. The Fourth Master's chest was already covered in blood.

The kids in Baicaotang don’t know what’s going on now… There are also medicine jars and a pot of uncooked medicines…

This is the last thought in the mind of the fourth master.

"...Senior Brother Luo, she is already dead, is it enough?" The fourth master's body was chopped out of recognition in a blink of an eye. Luo Dixing still seemed to be unconscious, and one sword was even more crazy than the other. Finally, even Ruan Shi, who had always killed people as a drink of water, could not bear it anymore. This posture... he always felt that the next sword would hit him at any time.

Luo Dixing turned a deaf ear to him, and after he repeatedly slashed dozens of times, he seemed to have finally exuded all his resentment, threw the long sword hard, turned around and left.

She had no choice, and I should have known that she had no choice. She was not a strong man in Nirvana, but I was just trying to force others. But... I just didn't want to give up any hope, even if it was just deceiving myself.

***

Qingluan Palace has already left the front line and belongs to the rear of a security field.

If this place is broken through again, then this sect will be really over. Even those low-powered outer disciples will be completely exposed to the enemy's butcher's knife.

Sadly, they have not enjoyed the glory of the Xuantian Sect, but now they have to bear the disaster of the Xuantian Sect first.

"Has the front line fallen so quickly? Damn, what should we do now!" The hall was already in chaos.

"Hold on! Even if we are only a few of us, we must fight to the death!" Another older disciple raised his head suddenly, his eyes covered with blood.

"Design the formation! You can hold on as long as you can! You guys go to the front yard to see the wind and find that the enemy situation will be rewarded at any time. The rest of the people will follow me to stand firm in the formation!"

In a tragic atmosphere, the disciples in the hall were distributed to their respective posts and entered the state of combat readiness as quickly as possible.

...

At the distant end of the sky, a afterimage flashed quickly. His activities were almost unrestricted by physics and were approaching the hall at a ghostly speed.

"The enemy attacks! It's so fast! Is it still the end of the fight?"

"Senior Brother Liu and the others are setting up a formation. We must not be disturbed. Let's stop here! Don't worry, it's just an enemy, so let's let him never come back!"

"Attack! Attack with all your might!"

For a moment, a large number of spiritual skills were launched through the air, and all the disciples tried their best. The spiritual power was poured into the figure opposite like they didn't have any money.

Because they know that if they don’t fight now, they may never have a chance in the future!

But under such a dense attack, the figure shuttled through several times in succession, each time he crawled out of the inexhaustible gap, and soon approached the front yard.

"That...that's..." When the figure's appearance finally became clear, a disciple pointed at him tremblingly.

"... Blood Rakshasa, Luo Dixing." Another disciple finished speaking on his behalf with no answer.

The haze of death quietly enveloped the hearts of all disciples.

...

He rushed out of the front line and went back alone. Standing in front of the first palace, Luo Dixing raised his hand and launched an attack without saying a word.

He didn't have much time to waste. Before coming here, he had taken pills in large quantities, and finally allowed his body to continue to move. But if he didn't hurry up, the timeliness of the Earth Demon Pill would be over, and at that time, all sequelae would also erupt in concentrated areas...

When the spiritual shell hit the hall, it suddenly seemed to have been hit by an invisible obstacle and was directly bounced out. And his tentative attacks were also bounced away one after another. Luo Dixing raised his head in a daze, and a golden light shield appeared in front of him, which was firmly protecting the hall that he seemed to be able to break in.

"Damn..." Luo Dixing was depressed and raised his feet and kicked him hard on the light shield.

"Holy God Cover! Senior Brother and the others' formation has finally succeeded!" Seeing this, a group of trembling disciples also poked their heads one after another.

"It's worthy of being the Holy God's Cover, even the Blood Rakshasa can't break... Hey, why did he rush to strike himself? Is his head broken?"

Not far from the front of the hall, Luo Dixing quickly summoned the fallen thunder after failing his first attack. However, the thunder did not strike the hall, but slashed at him again and again, and a string of broken small electric snakes were swirling around his body.

After the primary "Thunder Flash" lasted for a period of time, it gradually switched to the higher "Thunder God's Heavenly Wrath" and "Yellow Spring Thunder Punishment"...

If it were an ordinary person, he would have been wiped out under such constant bombardment of heavy thunder, but Luo Dixing was always standing firmly, and his expression was always in a state of thoughtfulness.

"He..." Finally, a well-informed disciple thought of the most extreme possibility, which also changed his voice. "He probably wanted to understand the origin of thunder through lightning strikes!"

When a spiritual practitioner passes through the Nirvana tribulation in the future, he will cause the heavenly thunder to fall together. At this time, the thunder will not only temper the Tao body for the tribulation, but also contain a trace of the great Tao law. Someone once said that the time of tribulation is the moment closest to the origin of the great Tao. Therefore, if the tribulation can be successfully overcome, the strength of the spiritual practitioner will surely make rapid progress and leaps through the dragon gate.

That's the truth, desperate situations and opportunities are often accompanied by each other. In an absolute death land, the soul will be infinitely connected with the space in which it is located, which will make people gain more insights. Therefore, many ascetics wander between life and death for many years, just to seize the fleeting light of inspiration.

In addition to honestly building the foundation from the initial stage and naturally gaining insights into the higher stage, there is also a legendary way to practice the advanced five-spirit mantra.

When you are entangled by a five-spirit element and almost suffocated, you have the opportunity to see the most primitive five-spirit origin. For example, when you are about to be drowned by water, you touch the origin of water; when you are about to be burned by fire, you touch the origin of fire; when you are about to be struck by lightning, you touch the origin of thunder... But this statement is just a legend after all. If you are careless, you may die so much that you don’t even have a residue left. Therefore, for hundreds of years, there have been very few people who dare to try this, let alone succeed.

Some people even think that this statement is simply a bad joke, and it was fabricated by those who cannot understand the advanced curse even if they live or die, and harm future generations.

However, when this scene really appeared in front of everyone, even the disciples who had not believed in evil began to feel a chill on their backs.

That must be the case. Otherwise, what better explanation can his current behavior be?
Chapter completed!