Lingxi retreated subconsciously, her pupils shrank and said: "It means life and death."
Mo Zi Ao said in a deep voice: "You are wrong. This is the path of reincarnation that I practice, a different path to becoming a saint."
"What is life and death?"
"Life and death are reincarnations."
"The cycle of life and death is integrated into one. If I let them live, they can live. If I let them die, none of them can live."
"Reincarnation, come out."
As the old Taoist priest pointed out, the rising black sun immediately pulled out countless black lines.
The falls one after another extended in all directions with lightning speed.
"what?"
At the foot of Kunlun Mountain, there are practitioners hiding here looking up at the sky with confused expressions on their faces.
They only knew that Suning escaped, and Xiao Buchong successfully aspired to become a Half-Saint, killing Wen Gu Bi Ling, who had the strength of the 19th-level True Immortal.
As for other details, although some interested people were murmuring in their hearts, no one knew exactly what happened.
The reason why they haven't left until now is mainly because Huaxia is still blocked by Duan Ziqian, and they can't open a void tunnel for themselves like Xiao Buchong with the full force of Jiang Linan's ninth-level semi-sage attack.
If you can't leave, then you can only wait.
But no one thought that when those tens of thousands of black lines fell on them, death was coming, unstoppable.
"Who, who is extracting the vitality from my body?"
"Damn it, why can't I escape and avoid it?"
The cultivator of the eighth level True Immortal roared angrily with a ferocious look on his face.
He ran desperately, trying to escape the shackles of the black lines, but his limbs stood stiffly on the spot, unable to move an inch.
"ah......"
The seven holes were bleeding and the skin was cracked.
He was like a withered flower, falling limply to the ground.
Eventually it turned into a pool of blood, with no bones left.
"Junior sister, save me."
On the mountain behind the eighth peak, a male monk who was in the late ninth stage of the True Immortal screamed and ran staggeringly.
He raised his hands randomly and scratched his bloody face.
Until his legs disappeared out of thin air, he lowered his head in disbelief.
"Plop."
His upper body fell to the ground, and a large amount of blood spurted out of his mouth.
"Junior sister..."
The eyelids drooped, unable to open them again.
Vaguely, he seemed to see his junior sister huddled near the gravel not far away, no longer knowing whether to live or die.
"cough."
He closed his eyes miserably, and died with a heart full of unwillingness.
The fifth peak, the sixth peak, and the ninth peak.
Even thousands of miles away in Kyoto, countless monks were killed on the spot, their souls scattered.
Wherever the black line reaches, no one can escape the shadow of death.
"Look, is it done?"
At the fourth peak of Kunlun, Mo Zi'ao looked at the tragic scene at the foot of the mountain with a blank expression, and said with indifferent eyes: "Being kind to others is cruel to yourself."
"You are actually more suitable to be the masked woman before you recover your memory."
"That way you can survive in the Wen Palace and survive under the hands of my senior brother who has exhausted all his abilities."
Lingxi opened his mouth, but had nothing to say.
Mo Zi Ao looked into the distance and said with deep eyes: "You ask me why I want to save you. Well, there is only one reason. You are Suning's wife."
"As for Suning, he is the successor chosen by Lin'an."
"I, I feel guilty about Lin'an, and I will never be able to pay it back in this life."
