at this time.

here.

A group of Maoshan Gatemen who are about to "death".

When they cast the "Beidou Beast Slaying the Birthday Curse", how could they care about their life span?

Since the fate is already destined, why do they lose their remaining life?

Anyway, I can't use it...

The Beidou Soul-Slaying Curse was launched, and silently, an inexplicable ripples began to sweep across all directions from the center of several Maoshan Taoists.

The next second, the righteous monks who had already run far away heard a sound like a demon whisper in their ears. Later, their body functions began to decline significantly.

senescence!

This mantra is not a big deal for life, but it is a top-level mantra to reduce life span.

Except for some of the oldest monks of the Yuanshen, the remaining monks were hard to see the colors on their faces at this time.

“My lifespan….”

"So cruel."

"The Maoshan Group, for your Taoist tradition, I have caused us so much trouble!"

"Hahahaha... the prosperity of the world suddenly becomes empty, and it becomes empty in an instant! The thieves in Maoshan, we are incompatible with you!!!"

He shouted and scolded.

The scene was extremely chaotic.

A wave of death swept across, and more than a dozen skeletons of the great monks of the soul fell from the sky.

It gradually weathered in the air, just like after a long baptism of time, it began to gradually change from the initial handsomeness of the god of Fengshen to a handful of ashes.

As a great monk of the soul, if he dies of old age, he will not leave any corpses.

Because the developed neural network will definitely drain all the functions of the body before it dies in order to prolong its existence.

so.

If a cultivator of the Yuanshen dies, he will die.

There is no such thing as resurrection.

Even because the true spirit is too involved with the soul, after the death of the great monk of the soul, his true spirit is still subjected to irreparable damage!

If there is reincarnation, in the next life, reincarnation into a human true spirit will also lead to some shortcomings of reincarnation.

But no one will regret it.

When you practice and reach the soul, you have already formed the fruit of your own. What you need to face when you move forward is undoubtedly the immortal with the name of immortality.

Ascend to the Tao.

The immortal Taoist fruit.

This is a hurdle!

For some great monks who are about to die because of their near life span, instead of continuing to drag their old body to die, it is better to go downstairs to fight the peach tree!

Rumble.

One after another, the explosion sounded over Mount Hua. The "old" souls who had vented their venting were staring at the people of Maoshan fiercely and glanced at them. Then, they turned their heads and pierced their heads towards the peach tree that was still emitting a glimmer of light in a posture of looking at death.

They are afraid of death!

But compared to death, they are more willing to take such a try before they die!

So, under Zhao Yang's cold eyes.

The monks of the righteous path began to inject themselves into the Taoist peach tree in batches.

Later, when the matter was settled, the Maoshan Taoist priests who had already forced themselves to die had already put themselves in the peach tree expressionlessly.

Quite scary.

People who see it feel cold.

It is said that no matter how cruel the bad guys are, they are not as cruel as scholars. If Taoists become cruel, even scholars will be willing to give up the disadvantage.

The root of this is nothing more than that when facing a certain situation, the Taoist priests are more ruthless in their attacks on themselves.

In front of the peach tree.

As the righteous monks withered nearly half, the left-minded people who had already escaped were also "captured and brought to justice".

I have to say that in the boundary mountain of Mount Hua, I really have no place to hide it.

Zhao Yang had seen more than one Zuodao monk who had become all kinds of things, and was carried over by Lu Dongxuan.

I have also seen one powerful person after another who was stuffed into the peach tree like a dead person.

When doing these things, the face of this Chunyang ancestor still had that calm expression.

seem.

The curse of the great monks.

Noisy.

Even curses.

All of this can not cause much trouble to Lu Dongxuan.

Gradually.

The number of peaches on the peach tree began to exceed 100, and the remaining great monks of the Yuanshen around also began to walk out of their own hidden places.

They strolled around the peach trees and did not continue to hide.

There is no need.

Around Mount Hua, the thin layer of white mist was like a natural danger, separating the inside and outside of Mount Hua into two worlds.

The monks from the outside world cannot come in to support them, so they naturally cannot go out.

And the owner of this place, Lu Dongxuan, is their opponent that they cannot disobey.

Since this is the case, it would be better to leave everyone with decency.

After all, they are all people with identities...

Since they came out, Lu Dongxuan has never shown up again.

This makes the situation in the field weird.

Will they become crazy if they are forced into a dead end?

Will Zhao Yang, the disciple whom they see as "enemy" become their target for venting their anger?

In front of the peach tree, Zhao Yang looked at the increasing number of Yuanshen big-sleeved shirts around him with expressionless face.

Holding the hilt of the evil sword in one hand.

I felt that the evil intentions were like crazy and devouring the presence left by the surrounding soul monks.

Even though Zhao Yang had already expected the amount of the whale to swallow, he still had to feel secretly surprised by the upgrade speed of the sword.

Crazy!

Absolutely crazy!

If the presence of the group of great monks in front of him is consumed, the "demon sword" in his hand may be promoted to an immortal sword within a period of time!

What is that inexplicable aura?

Is it really a distorted feeling of existence?

No one can answer Zhao Yang.

No one wants to answer him.

at this time.

The scene fell into a dead silence.

Like prisoners, the great monks of the Yuanshen who were trapped here approached Zhaoyang step by step.

They didn't get too close.

But those pairs of eyes mixed with anger and death were firmly nailed to Zhao Yang and refused to move at all.

This made Zhao Yang feel heavy pressure.

But it's fine.

This scene is not bad either.

Zhao Yang has experienced even worse scenes than this.

Treating the great monks of the Yuanshen with an ignorant attitude, Zhao Yang turned around and looked at Murong who was still struggling and opened his mouth, "Look, you just asked you to leave, but you didn't listen. Now you want to leave, it's probably difficult."

Walk?

Where to go?

Beside Zhao Yang, Murong stared at him speechlessly.

"Is my impression in your heart so bad? Do you just have dozens of indigenous souls like corpse guarding dogs? Do you think their combat effectiveness can pose a threat to me?"

Murong's words fell.

far away.

A great monk of the soul who was originally in a state of tangle, now his expression on his face was distorted.

"I would like to ask the immortal to save my life. If there is a future, we will definitely repay you with death..."

"I would like to ask the immortal to help me and save me..."
Chapter completed!