"Bang!"
The strong light dissipated, and Saint Lingxiao's body slowly fell backwards, hitting the ground heavily, stirring up countless dust and smoke.
His whole body was stiff, there was no breathing between his mouth and nose, and his heart was no longer beating.
The majestic Lord of the "Lingxiao Holy Land", one of the few saints in the world, passed away inexplicably like this.
Although his eyes dimmed, the shock and unwillingness on his face did not dissipate. He seemed unable to believe that he would die in the hands of an inconspicuous old man.
"It was successful, it was really successful!"
Lao Jun's face became paler, and there were obviously a few more wrinkles on his forehead, as if he had aged twenty years in an instant. However, his eyes shone with great excitement, and his lips kept trembling.
He murmured to himself, "I, I actually killed a saint!"
"Well done, Laojun!"
The face of the Seven-Star Saint is hazy, making it difficult to see clearly, but the excitement in his voice cannot be concealed, "If you win this battle, you should be credited with the first victory!"
"How could Laojun get close to him if it wasn't for the saint's control?" Laojun waved his hands repeatedly and was about to say a few words of humility when he felt a sense of weakness coming over him. His thin body swayed suddenly and he almost fell to the ground.
"What's wrong?" The Seven-Star Saint quickly stepped forward, supported him, and asked with concern, "Is it too much?"
"Sage Lingxiao originally had nearly three hundred years left, which is more than he thought." Lao Jun calmed down and replied slowly, "I didn't have many good years to live, and now I have spent twenty-eight years.
If you take away his life for a long time, I'm afraid his time is running out."
"I have wronged you." The Seven-Star Saint held his arm tightly, with a trace of guilt flashing in his eyes.
"What are the grievances? Since God has given me the ability to exchange lives, I can exchange one year for others' ten years." Laojun grinned and said calmly, "It will definitely be accompanied by a corresponding mission. As expected, Tu Sheng like this
How many people in this world can accomplish such a feat? Even if I die immediately, my life in this world has not been in vain."
"How much life do you have left?" the Seven-Star Saint asked slowly.
"About twelve or thirteen years." Laojun answered truthfully.
"You have a good rest." The Seven-Star Saint patted his shoulder and said softly, "Leave the rest of the battle to me!"
"Anyway, my life is not long." Unexpectedly, the old man shook his head decisively, "Instead of lingering for more than ten years, it is better to have one last glorious moment. If I can kill another saint, I can brag with the Lord of Hell even in the underworld.
Come on!"
"Laojun, you..." The Seven-Star Saint stared at his eager eyes and was speechless for a moment.
"I hope the saint will fulfill my wish." Laojun begged sincerely.
"..." The Seven-Star Saint was silent for a long time, and suddenly his eyes sparkled. He stretched out his hand to hold Lao Jun's trembling shoulders and said loudly, "Okay, good man! Since you have made up your mind, we will work together to give you a good gift."
I heard that I’ll let them color it and see!”
The two looked at each other and smiled, then walked towards each other, and soon disappeared around the corner of the mountain road.
…
"Chi!" "Chi!"
Following two soft sounds, the two dark spirit ghost attendants wearing metal masks slowly fell down and lay flat on the mountain road, never moving again.
A small opening was opened on the chests of both of them, and black blood gurgled out from it, staining the black robes, but it was not very conspicuous.
What a sharp sword!
Such an artifact was actually made by a little girl?
I'm afraid it won't be long before the throne of the most holy place in the world belongs to none other than Piaohua Palace.
Hearing that the saint killed two enemies with one move, he casually shook off the blood on his sword, and a trace of surprise flashed unconsciously in his eyes.
Before Shen Xiaowan followed Zhong Wen and left Piaohua Palace, Nangong Ling had entrusted her to refine a batch of top-quality weapons and give them to high-ranking figures in the coalition forces. The sword in the hands of Saint Wen Dao was one of them.
The sharpness of this divine sword was obviously far beyond Sage Wen Dao's imagination, forcing him to re-evaluate the strength of Piaohua Palace.
He was about to leave, but when he turned around, two figures suddenly came into view.
A beautiful and graceful woman in white, and a slender man with a sinister look on his face.
"Xiaojuan?"
The moment he saw the woman's appearance clearly, Sage Wen Dao instantly recognized the person in front of him. It was Ran Sujuan, a disciple of the "Wen Dao Academy" who had been missing for a long time. He couldn't help blurting out.
"I've seen the saint."
Ran Sujuan was also surprised when she suddenly met the saint who heard the Tao. All the past experiences flashed through her mind. She felt joy, embarrassment, and even a little guilt. All kinds of emotions rushed in. She didn't know what to do for a moment.
How should I feel when facing this elder who I once respected so much?
"Where have you been these days? How are you doing?"
Regarding the disappearance of Ran Sujuan, Sage Wen Dao felt somewhat guilty. Under the influence of compensatory psychology, he actually showed meticulous care for her, "Do you know how worried Master Ran is? I have never seen him before.
I don’t think about food and drinks like that, and I feel so lost.”
"My disciple is so stupid. Not only has he harmed Xiaojie, but he has also made the saint and his father worried." Upon hearing this, Ran Sujuan's eyes suddenly turned red, and she fell to her knees with a thud. She choked and said, "Please punish me, the saint!"
"Get up!" A trace of shame flashed in the eyes of the saint who heard the Tao, and his voice had never been so gentle before, "Speaking of your misfortune, it may not be without my responsibility. If I hadn't been greedy for ease and closed off my consciousness, I would be alone.
Hiding in the palace on the top of the mountain, how can we allow that despicable villain to flourish?"
After being comforted by the saint's soft words, Ran Sujuan's nose became sore, and tears gushed out like spring water. She could no longer hold back, and instantly soaked her face as beautiful as a flower.
"Just come back." The sage Wen Dao continued, "Master Ran will be so happy to see you. Xiao Jie also misses you very much."
"Disciple, disciple..." Ran Sujuan's heart trembled when he heard him mention Ning Jie, and a look of guilt appeared on her face involuntarily. She actually felt a little fear and rejection at the suggestion of returning to the "Wen Dao Academy".
"Is this your friend?"
The saint who heard the Tao didn't know what she was thinking, so his eyes fell on the ghost mandrill beside him and asked casually.
"he……"
"Old man, don't you recognize me?"
Before she could answer, Ghost Mandrill suddenly interjected through gritted teeth.
"Young man, have we met before?" Seeing the ghost mandrill's red eyes full of hatred, the saint was slightly startled when he heard the Tao, and he vaguely felt that the other person looked familiar.
"You really don't remember me?"
Seeing that the other party still didn't remember him, the anger in Gui Mandrill's heart grew stronger, and anyone could hear the murderous intent in his voice, "Okay, very good!"
"Drill, what are you talking about?"
Ran Sujuan was horrified when she saw that he was rude to Sage Wen Dao, and she quickly scolded him, "The person in front of you is the master of Wen Dao Academy, Sage Wen Dao, one of the seven great saints in the world!"
In recent days, most of the places she stayed in were remote villages like Luohe Village and Jibei Village. The information was extremely limited and she did not understand the changes in the cultivation world at all. Therefore, until now, she had mistakenly believed that there were still only seven saints in the world.
Controlling such a behemoth as the Seven Holy Lands.
"I once said that I will kill you one day to avenge the old man!"
Ghost Mandrill licked his lips, and his voice was so cold that it made people feel like falling into an ice bank, "It seems that today is the time to fulfill the promise!"
"Oh it's you!"
An idea flashed in the saint's mind after hearing the Tao, and he finally recalled Gui Mandrill's identity, "Li Tianfeng's disciple!"
"Have you finally remembered?"
Ghost Mandrill slowly drew out the sword from his waist and said with a ferocious smile, "Now that you understand, just go and die!"
Since he lost the God-Slaying Giant Blade, he has never been able to find a useful weapon, so he had to buy a decent sword along the way, so as to continue his hobby of disemboweling people.
"It is true that I cannot use my spiritual power."
The saint smiled slightly when he heard the Tao, "But there are fundamental differences between saints and ordinary cultivators. Even if I stand here and let you cut me, you may not be able to make a cut on me with this broken knife."
"I hope that after a while, you can still have the confidence you have now!"
Ghost Mandrill no longer had the will to continue the conversation. He made two swords with a "swish" sound from the sword in his hand. He flicked his knees and rushed forward quickly. He soon came to the Sage Wen Dao.
He raised his long knife and struck him hard on the head.
"Young man, you still have a great youth, why do you need to dwell on the past? Isn't it good to live?"
Seeing the opponent's menacing approach, the saint couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, then drew out his sword again and faced him without hesitation...
This chapter has been completed!