But the fall of the true immortals one after another did not make anyone retreat.

Because they were the dead bones in the tomb with only one breath, they had been sealing themselves with various secret techniques, waiting for the last chance to shine and heat.

In just half a day, more than thirty scattered spiritual energy pillars were generated one after another.

In terms of the number of true immortals lost, this has even exceeded the many fairy wars.

After all, the true immortal who is in his prime is a routine operation. Even if he participates in the tragic fairy war, as long as he does not commit suicide and falls into many traps, or faces a higher position, he will generally not die on the spot.

Time and lifespan are their biggest enemies.

It is actually a few who truly die on the battlefield.

Their sacrifice was not in vain.

With the joint efforts of hundreds of true immortals, the expansion speed of the demonized sun slowed down by 70%.

"We have fifty years left." Taoist Yuanshi immediately came to the conclusion through calculations.

They can't stop them.

If this continues, at most twenty years, the demonic sun will pollute the entire Daochen Realm.

"Mother of all insects, give me the coordinates on the other side." Instead of following the calculation results, Taoist Yuanshi decided to take a gamble and change his family. Taking advantage of the other party's breakthrough in the Daochen Realm, he went to the opposite realm.

"No, it's too late." said the little girl riding the cicada.

"I originally had the idea of ​​going to the solar system world, but I found that shortly after he arrived at the Daochen Realm, he used his great magic power to shake the space, causing several space turbulences.

Unless we wait for twenty or thirty years to slowly calm down the turbulence in the space, we will only be lost in the turbulence in the space layer when we go out now.”

"...It seems that he had planned it for a long time." Yuanshi Taoist swept his divine thoughts into the sky and found that the time of the space turbulence was generated should be the moment when the shocking ring was completely shattered.

...

"Fellow Taoist really wants to kill everyone?" After learning from Yuanshi's divine thought exchange that the outer layer was blocked by the turbulent flow of space, Taoist Chen, who had been using his magic body to wrap around the demon Yang, could no longer sit still.

Originally, he asked himself that even if the Daochen Realm fell, it would not be difficult to escape with his own strong cultivation and the foundation of the Holychen Sect.

But now Bai Mo's behavior of disrupting the space and cutting off everyone's retreat made him feel a little uneasy.

"Who have I killed?" Bai Mo replied in the deepest part of the endless light and heat.

"You have completely destroyed Ziqing's inspiration and tried to change the memories of sentient beings. Isn't this going to kill all the monks in this world?"

"Your path is too dependent on Ziqing Inspiration, the crutch."

"The Ziqing Inspiration is the foundation for the immortal to fight against Taoist poison, just like the spiritual stone for ordinary cultivation and food for ordinary people, so why do you say crutches?" Taoist Chen keenly felt that Bai Mo might have some information about Ziqing Inspiration that he didn't know, and tried to talk about clichés.

"Give up, you can't stop me." Bai Mo said without answering Taoist Chen's question, and said to himself.

"Impossible." Taoist Chen refused firmly.

The conversation between the two ends here.

...

Every day, I have to fight against the invisible light and heat. Tu Zilin, the true immortal of Tianshui Sect, feels that I am really tired.

Like a puppet, he kept repeating the same thing, his immortal energy was squeezed out again and again, and then he forced himself to waste the purple green medicine back to full.

He has not experienced such a situation several times in his practice for thousands of years.

Every time I use the sword energy of the turning clouds and rain, extinguish the true sun fire of several miles apart, and the next second, more true fires will surge from all sides.

He calculated that he would have to retreat halfway through every fifteen sword energy, otherwise he would be surrounded by a sea of ​​fire.

That is pure, the amount is crushed, ten thousand times, ten thousand times.

Upright, but helpless.

There is always a voice in my heart saying, "Give up, you are not a son of destiny, there is no way ahead."

"What after I give up?" he asked subconsciously.

“Start again.”

"Start again?"

When Tu Zilin heard this, his first reaction was his cultivation.

The Tianshui Sect, where he was born, was only a third-rate sect in the Daochen Realm. Only after he became an immortal did he barely reach the level of a second-rate sect.

Even if the core skill of Tianshui Sect is the Flip of the Clouds and Rain, the founder's intention is only to the Tribulation Period, and the author himself has not even made a breakthrough in the Combination Period. Tu Zilin was able to surpass his predecessors and barely break through to the realm of True Immortality. He felt that he had actually exhausted all his potential.

The facts are just as he feels.

During the thousand years of becoming an immortal, his cultivation has been in the early stage of the true immortal, without any progress. This helplessness of standing still for thousands of years almost drove him crazy.

In order to break through the fusion period, he has already turned into a disaster. This is his second life and he has no chance to come back.

"It seems like it's too." Before he knew it, he seemed to accept what the voice said, not caring about it at all.

"Relax, close your eyes, turn off your mind... When you wake up again, you can start over."

"Is it the same as the chaotic disaster?"

The voice didn't speak anymore.

Tu Zilin waited for a long time but couldn't wait for a reply.

But the Supreme Elder of Tianshui Sect, who was exhausted both physically and mentally, did what the voice in his mind said, relaxed the protection of the immortal essence, and also let the gray fog protection added to him by Taoist Chen, allowing the light emitted by the demonized sun in the distance to quietly seep into the surface of his body.

Widths of blue smoke emerged from Tu Zilin's body, and his cultivation began to quickly retreat, from the early stage of the True Immortal to the late stage of the tribulation, the middle stage, the early stage...

But in a cup of tea, he returned to the mortal state before he began to practice Taoism in this life, and his whole body was inexplicably lying hundreds of miles away.

When he opened his eyes again, the world in his eyes seemed to become extremely huge.

Hundreds of miles in the memory of the true immortal is just a distance that can be crossed by a thought. However, for the current mortal body, without supplies, walking hundreds of miles in the desert is simply a search for death.

Not to mention the vision in the sky that made him completely breathless, and the fellow who could blow his breath to death.

Also shocked were other true immortals who fought against Moyang on the battlefield.

They all saw that a good fellow practitioner had inexplicably lost all his cultivation and became a mortal.

This may be even more uncomfortable for the true immortals who have been high above all year round than killing them.

"The light of this demonic sun can bewitch people's hearts, arouse the inner demons, and eliminate the foundation of the Tao. Fellow Daoist is in charge. I'll send him a ride." After saying that, Taoist Chen sighed lightly, and a gray mist turned into a gray cloud of doves, carrying the other party back to the territory of Tianshui Sect.
Chapter completed!