Following the bursts of shouts from the monks of Shengyuan Great World, in the end, those remaining people from the Divine Realm who could not open the black hole vortex and leave here were finally ganged up by the monks and captured in one fell swoop.
After catching the last black monster on his side, the leader of the Shanghuan Sect wanted to keep him alive so that he could interrogate where these people came from. However, for some reason, the black monster that had given up resistance suddenly froze.
The whole person started to spontaneously combust without any wind.
The Sect Leader of Shanghuan Sect immediately looked at where the others were and spoke out to remind them.
"Keep alive!"
However, even though everyone had been prepared, at this moment, those black monsters still spontaneously combusted one after another. How to say, the scene was quite shocking. But Chang Sheng and others frowned fiercely, as they watched
It turns out that these black monsters seemed to be controlled by some foreign object to set themselves on fire at the same time. Perhaps they were not foreign objects, but they were under some kind of forbidden spell, which was triggered when they were captured on a large scale, and then all of them died.
, so as not to expose any information that should not be revealed.
No matter which one is the truth, it is not good news for Shengyuan World.
At this time, most of the monks around were excited about the fact that all the black monsters had been killed, and they counted the numbers. It was the 365 balls of black liquid that landed in Shengyuan World!
Seeing that the relatives and friends around him were so happy that they were almost crazy, Chang Sheng and others shut their mouths. No matter what would happen, at the moment, let everyone enjoy a little joy of victory for the time being.
At this moment, the scarred Taishizu in the sea looked at the Shengyuan World that had been relieved of the crisis. He couldn't help waving his tail happily. Huge waves set off, scattering countless water droplets, falling from the sky, and falling on the victorious people.
It was as if a rain of victory cheer had fallen.
Disciples from various major sects and aristocratic families looked at the rain of joy falling on their bodies and felt that the depression in their hearts was dissipating, and a brand new feeling quickly swept through their bodies. It was a kind of excitement that filled their whole bodies.
Everyone looked at each other. The previous hard battles and the bloody and heavy casualties seemed to be still vivid in their minds, but at this moment, under the extreme joy, these things seemed to have disappeared.
"We won, we won?"
"we won!"
"Ah, I really won. I thought it would take a long time, but unexpectedly, it didn't seem that long..."
"But my junior brother, oh, he..."
The mood of everyone who was originally excited turned to depression at this time. Everyone has no dead relatives. On the battlefield, most of the time, they can only rely on themselves, but life and death cannot be controlled by themselves. The departure of relatives and friends is far from just winning.
It can be eliminated. This is a relative that I have been with for so many years. Who would bear to forget it?
Some people in Penglai Pavilion also died in this battle. The bodies of the dead monks will gradually turn into dust to replenish the spiritual energy of the world. At this moment, they don't even have an object to mourn. They can only look at the sunset in the sky and miss their dead.
Relatives and friends.
Changsheng looked at the sad expressions of the Penglai Pavilion disciples around him and couldn't help but close his eyes. Even though his cultivation was at its peak, he still couldn't protect everyone. During the battle, those black monsters used all possible means and even attacked.
If you can conduct a sneak attack, someone will inevitably fall victim to it.
"... Life and death are fateful. It's not your fault. If you live a long life, don't bear the death of too many people. This is not a good thing for you."
A person, a monk, will meet many people in this life, there will be many partings, many sorrows, and countless life and death separations. Because a monk's life span is very long, many times longer than that of a mortal. But time
The flow rate is the same for everyone, but the monks have a longer lifespan, which seems to be wasted. But is the truth of the matter really like this? Don’t talk about others, just talk about immortality. This is really a child with too strong empathy. She
She has been burdened with too many separations of life and death that she should not have to bear, but she has been unwilling to let go for a long time. If nothing else, since she joined Penglai Pavilion, which of the elders has not given her a large number of heavenly materials, earthly treasures and spiritual weapons, talismans and seals?
Although Hateful Bijue and Du Xuanjin are spiritual weapons, they are not the best even for Yuanji Wuchang Li, who spends the most time with them. But Changsheng has never thought of changing to another spiritual weapon, and instead keeps forging it.
The difference between them and the amount of time spent on them over the years has almost equaled a hundred original ones!
Changsheng is a nostalgic person, which is not a bad thing, but how can I put it, people who are nostalgic are often more vulnerable to injury. Because others have gone out, she is still immersed in those past memories and cannot extricate herself. How can this happen?
Can it be done?
Changsheng actually didn't know what senior Yuanji Wuchangli was thinking, but he still nodded after hearing what it said.
"Senior I know."
"No, you don't understand at all!"
Yuanji Wuchangli sighed with emotion and immediately changed the topic so that the other party would stop thinking so much.
"Rescue the injured monks first."
So in the following time, everyone was rescuing the injured people. Changsheng took the lead to go to the disciples of Penglai Pavilion. Some monks were seriously injured, and relying on the elixir alone had no effect. Changsheng lowered his head and looked at the boy with a baby face.
Disciple. She remembered that this junior brother had helped him before, but she didn't expect that the injury was so serious now. The entire left upper body was missing, and the huge wound was beating slowly. This was not a good sign. The beating was
It is getting slower and slower, which means that the vitality in his body is getting less and less. At this time, no matter how much elixir is fed, it is like feeding a bag with a broken bottom, and it is of no use at all.
"Cough, cough cough puff!"
The Penglai Pavilion disciple's eyes were double-imaged at this moment, but he could barely recognize that the person standing in front of him was Chang Sheng. He was the senior sister who had saved him. Ah, he really felt very sorry. Obviously, senior sister Yong'an had already been saved before.
He had saved himself once, but it was so useless. He was attacked by those people from the God Realm again and couldn't even move. The increasingly cold feeling made him know that he might not survive.
Senior sister, I'm really sorry for wasting the opportunity you gave me. Thank you very much for saving my life before. Speaking of which, when will I become as powerful as you? I have been practicing for many, many years.
, but not as powerful as you, ah, maybe I have to wait until the next life...
Looking at his junior brother who was getting weaker and weaker in front of him, Changsheng felt as if his throat was tightly grasped by something and he couldn't breathe.
"Junior brother is still alive now, is there any way to keep him alive?"
