Nalan Fengjin looked at the tall and straight back of old man Xuanxue. All the past events came to his mind. There were too many memories, but they had been frozen into eternity in the long years. They had already moved forward in the wind and snow, leaving them to us.
The back view and tears may be another eternal memory.
At this time, Nalan Fengjin found that there were many people standing behind him, Yue Xian, Nan Feng, Chu Tianyou, Xuan Ruo, Mi Yan, Lu Ze, Jing Si, Jing Hua, Suzaku, Xuan Wu, Qing Long, Bai Hu...
And Nalan Xuyan beside me.
This time, these people stood together so neatly for the first time.
Over there, Tianshu put his arm around Tianxuan's shoulders and smiled, leading Tianji, Tianquan, Yuheng, Kaiyang, and Yaoguang towards Nalan Fengjin. When he came closer, he did not salute and smiled.
Then he smiled at Nalan Fengjin and said: "Sect Master, we will accompany you. We will not return until we are drunk after the battle."
They surrounded Nalan Fengjin. Nalan Fengjin still stared ahead and said in a very soft voice: "You guys want to be safe."
The figure of the unknown mage on the battlefield was strong and vigorous. He actually smiled heartily while fighting. His body was completely covered with blood. He was like a Shura who came from hell to punish evil, and he was like the most heroic and unrestrained general on the battlefield.
Nalan Fengjin couldn't tell whether he was injured or not. He only knew that he was on the battlefield, as if he never knew how tired he was. He kept the same rhythm, and one enemy after another fell beside him.
Is this the nameless master? Is this the old monk who is as amiable as an old naughty boy in the Huguo Temple? Is he the old monk who is twirling Buddhist beads while chatting and laughing in a nonsensical way?
He is so heroic at the moment, where is the kindness and cunning he once had?
Nalan Fengjin smiled and asked the hero who is a hero and what is a hero. They are just a group of people who keep their good thoughts deep in their hearts. For this good thought, they will not allow the evil people in this world to see the sun of tomorrow.
Even if you sacrifice your soul and body, you will never look back.
Are you a hero? Nalan Fengjin asked himself this, he was the emperor of this continent, but he sent these kind people to the arms of death. If he went to Fengdu, would he be laughed at?
Nalan Fengjin shook his head, putting aside these messy thoughts, and his eyes became firmer. Sometimes, the way to act is to be simple and rude, to fight violence with violence. If you want real peace, you must kill this evil person.
Crush thoroughly.
The number of people on the battlefield gradually decreased. Most of the people on Li Shang's side were killed or injured, and almost half of the soldiers on this side were also killed. In terms of numbers, they did not have an advantage, but in terms of the balance of victory, they had persisted to the third victory.
In this encounter, the balance of victory tilts this way.
There were already cracks in the weeping Arhat, and the faces of the chanters below all turned pale, with blood at the corners of their mouths, and even bleeding from their seven orifices.
Excessive consumption of telekinesis will kill people. Of course, there are secret methods that can force telekinesis out again and again, but the result is not much better than overdrafting telekinesis.
At this time, the person who drew the formation had completed the formation talisman, and the red sky actually projected golden lines on the large formation below.
"God bless the righteous way." Chu Tianyou's expression was calm and he just commented lightly.
"Hurry up and set up the formation." A nervous cry came from the other side of the formation.
Those who set up the formation moved even faster.
"The six hundred and seventieth formation eye is completed"
"The seven hundred and twenty formation eyes are completed."
Every once in a while, Nalan Fengjin would hear the sound of the formations being put into place behind him. Once all the formations were completed, the soldiers on the battlefield could retreat.
Nalan Fengjin was looking forward to the completion of this formation more than anyone else. She was completely focused on it, but at the same time, she also found that every time the formation eye was completed, the people setting up the formation would vomit blood. This formation eye was made with her own
At the cost of longevity.
Nalan Fengjin's heart shrank again. This time, was she able to save them all?
"Haha, since this is a fight to the death, I will show you how powerful I am this time." Old Man Xuanxue's voice sounded on the battlefield.
The magicians and cultivators finally appeared.
When the old man Xuanxue was talking, a black whirlwind suddenly rose from his side, like a dark cloud covering the sky. A magician activated his own spell, and the resentment was reversed, and the resentment collected by him
Start pressing towards those monsters, this is the method of fighting fire with fire.
At this time, the old man Xuanxue was also leading a dozen cultivators, performing hand gestures, and the familiar sound of mantras resounded throughout the world. It seemed that the critical moment had come.
The unknown mage looked back, and naturally received no response from the old man Xuanxue, who quickly withdrew his gaze.
On Li Shang's side, large areas of resentment began to gather and were already pressing towards the battlefield. If these resentments entered the body, no one would go crazy and eventually kill themselves in the madness and loss. How despicable.
The furious voice of the unknown mage sounded: "I am compassionate, everyone is suppressing them with their bodies. Even if they die, they cannot be manipulated to buy time for Xuanxue." After saying this, everyone headed by the old man Xuanxue began to set up a ladder.
, they plan to use this method to resist the invasion of resentment.
Nalan Fengjin was shocked, and the sound of the flute controlling the soul-eating disc became even more shrill. The soul-eating butterflies formed a barrier in front of the unknown mage and their ladder.
At this time, the old man Xuanxue suddenly stepped out and shouted: "Wind Technique!"
The Five Elements Wind Technique? Nalan Fengjin was shocked. This is the real great art of cultivators. This is a great art that can summon strong winds. How big will the summoned wind be? It is like a storm.
"The soul-eating butterfly retreats." Old Man Xuanxue shouted.
Nalan Fengjin's flute sounded, and the soul-eating butterflies had just dispersed. A strong wind seemed to have suddenly appeared and was blowing towards the battlefield!
The wind summoned by the wind technique was extremely violent, and the fine snow in the sky rolled back one after another. Even the snow on the ground was swept up into the sky, as if coming from all directions, gathered together at once, and moved towards the sky wildly.
The center of the battlefield was blown away.
"It's this kind of magic that makes people fascinated." Nalan Fengjin said while looking at the howling wind mixed with white snow.
The wind mixed with white snow was like a white tornado, but it hit the black wind of resentment in an instant.
Such a collision made a louder noise, and the whistling white wind suddenly blocked the progress of the black whirlwind.
The two storms met in the sky and immediately confronted each other. In the center of the collision between the two storms, an astonishing roar was made. The snow on the ground and the turf under the snow were all swept into the air. It seemed that
Extremely violent.
But if you look closely, you can see that the white wind is moving slowly, and the black storm color at the intersection begins to slowly fade and spread towards the surroundings!
After all, this strong wind carrying true energy can blow away the soul.
Of course, the black whirlwind has not completely dissipated, it is just being pushed back gradually by the white wind, and then gradually dissipates, but those crazy monsters are equally difficult to deal with.
The weeping Arhat's strength could no longer hold up, and there were more and more cracks on his body.
At this time, the Dharma cultivators finally came on stage, and the figure of old man Xuanxue stood still on the battlefield.
The formation on Li Shang's side has taken shape.
At this moment, the first bolt of lightning pierced the gray sky, and finally the real battle began!
"Boom", a golden thunderbolt came, and when faced with thunder, there was basically only one way, to use thunder to fight thunder. Therefore, before that thunderbolt completely fell, another golden thunderbolt came forward.
.
The two collided, making an earth-shattering sound. The violent energy collided and fell on the hillside not far away, blowing up rubble all over the ground!
Finally, the battle of spells began. Even the darkness of the sky could not hide the splendor of these spells.
The cultivators used their magic, soul power, and mental power without hesitation to show off their magical powers in this battlefield with no escape route.
As the fire spread, it was met with heavy rain falling from above.
Rain mixed with snowflakes washed away and a strong wind caused the water to roll back.
The most common ones are all kinds of thunder and lightning crisscrossing in the sky. Compared with the softness of fireworks, there are more indescribable heroic collisions, tremors, and explosions.
"Woooo", the strong wind blew by, and a ghost king summoned from Li Shang appeared in the sky.
On the old man Xuanxue's side, a heavenly soldier and heavenly general has arrived.
Nalan Xuyan felt that the ground beneath his feet began to shake.
Is this the real battle of cultivators? It is!
Fire burned, thunder roared, the earth trembled gently, gods and ghosts intertwined, and soul powers collided endlessly.
This is a showdown between top cultivators...
Compared with the melee battles on the front line, the offensive and defensive battles here are more obvious. Although this side once again does not have the advantage in terms of numbers, facing the cultivators of Xuanxue Mountain is also a huge pressure.
Almost none of Li Shang's spells could hit this side, and occasionally for the great spells he cast here, there would sometimes be loopholes in the defense there, which would reduce the remaining power of the spells.
The cultivators on Li Shang's side suffered casualties!
Time passed by, and in Nalan Fengjin's ears, in addition to the crackling sounds coming from various spells, the screaming and gasping sounds on the battlefield were just that one sound, and the sounds of how many formations were taking their positions!
At this moment, after this battle, more than half of the formation has been completed, and there are less than thirty formation patterns left before it can be completely completed!
Nalan Fengjin only hoped that it would be faster, and faster. He saw that the number of people on Li Shang's side was slowly decreasing, although the cultivators who were casting spells were able to withstand the attacks here due to the increase in numbers.
, but this doesn’t mean anything?
After all, when there is a certain difference in quality, quantity compensation sometimes cannot play a decisive role.
Finally, when there were less than ten monsters left on Li Shang's side, the warriors headed by the Wuming Master looked up to the sky and let out a long roar. With the cooperation of the cultivators behind them, they were able to rush past them.
At this time, Lu Ze behind Nalan Fengjin moved. His eyes were full of fear. Nalan Fengjin was about to open his mouth when he heard bursts of Sanskrit singing coming from the altar over there.
A woman's voice sounded so sacred, so pure, full of mystery, yet so far away that it made people want to worship it unconsciously, without daring to have the slightest hint of blasphemy in their hearts.
What happened? The people on Li Shang's side were obviously extreme in their actions and disregarded the will of heaven. Why did such a sound come from their altar? Nalan Fengjin frowned, knowing that this time the battle would really heat up.
beginning.
"What is that?" Nalan Fengjin asked, pointing at the Fan Chan.
"This is the last trump card of the Wing Clan, the bound soul of the Chongming Bird. The reason why the Wing Clan dares to say that they are the descendants of Chongming is because they have imprisoned the soul of the ancestor of the Chongming Bird. This soul is no longer for themselves, but is manipulated by the machine.
." Lu Ze replied. "This Sanskrit chant is not a messenger of light now, but a call from the God of Death."
During the Sanskrit singing, Nalan Fengjin heard the sound of war drums beating. Nalan Fengjin looked around and found a drum in Juechen's hand, and he was beating the rhythm. Nalan Fengjin understood.
, the bones of that drum are Chongming’s bones, the surface is Chongming’s skin, and the hammer is Chongming’s broken feathers. This Sanskrit chant may seem sacred, but in fact it is filled with Chongming’s unwilling resentment.
The drum is in Juechen's hand. At this time, this is an indisputable fact.
Chongming's noble and sacred soul is now being used by evil spirits.
Juechen beat the drum time and time again, and the sound of the Sanskrit singing became clearer and clearer. With this clear sound, a shadow appeared faintly above the altar.
She is so blurry, but her whole body is exuding colorful light, which belongs to Chongming's soul driven by the seal.
Such a holy soul was driven by a group of evil spirits.
Amidst the Sanskrit singing, dozens of tall monsters appeared behind Li Shang. Li Shang smiled evilly and waved his hand, and those monsters rushed towards the battlefield again.
There was another round of fierce fighting, and the people on the Wuming Master's side once again fought fiercely with the monsters, but as the monsters fell, the monks also fell.
As for the cultivators, under the waves of great techniques, some finally couldn't hold on and fell into the blood and snow.
Nalan Fengjin watched those friends who had been smiling beside him fall down again and again, tears falling in the strong wind.
The Sanskrit singing over there is still going on, and the drums are beating again and again.
Finally, among the first team of monks, the only one standing on the battlefield was the Wuming Mage. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
The unknown mage's body fell heavily.
The sound of formations being set up came from behind, and Nalan Fengjin didn't know how many formations the formations behind him had reached.
Among the wizards who maintained the operation of the formation, one of them fell down the moment each formation was completed.
As for the cultivators on the battlefield, they were already facing the winged tribe mutants flying over.
The Sanskrit chants are getting louder and louder, and the drums are beating faster and faster.
"Sect Master, when the drums stop playing, it's time for you to appear. Your goal is to eliminate Juechen and save Chongming's soul." Chu Tianyou's voice sounded behind Nalan Fengjin: "Our mission is
Resist those wing tribes and escort you to Juechen. Don't look back, even in the face of sacrifice. Sect Master, you are our last hope."
"Girl, get ready." Old Man Xuanxue's voice came from the battlefield.
Suzaku behind him raised his hand and blew a loud whistle. Then Nalan Fengjin heard the sound of rustling on the snow. He looked around and saw white figures on the line of the snowy sky.
Running towards me is the snow wolf.
Lu Ze said softly: "It's time." Then, Nalan Fengjin saw him leading the Gu Master, and with a wave of his hand, a black swarm of insects flew up. Among them, a few golden light spots were particularly attractive.
All of them released their natal golden silkworm Gu.
A white shadow came quickly, it was Nalan Fengjin's Golden Silkworm Gu King.
Immediately afterwards, Nalan Fengjin saw countless snakes coming from all directions. These snakes and wolves joined the battlefield and cleared the road to the temple for Nalan Fengjin.
The shrill cry of the phoenix came from the sky. Nalan Fengjin looked up and saw that the Phoenix Clan, led by the Golden Fire Phoenix, had already moved out.
"Girl, the time has come." Old Xuanxue's voice sounded.
Nalan Fengjin raised her feet and ran towards the road. The heavy rain hit her face, and the people behind her followed her closely.
At this moment, Nalan Fengjin's chest was filled with an indescribable feeling, and she felt like something was about to break through her chest.
The howling wind passed by her ears, and accompanied by a final mournful roar from the front, she stepped onto the path, and happened to see a soldier on the battlefield diagonally opposite rushing towards Li Shang, regardless of his own safety.
He wanted to hug Li Shang, but Li Shang punched him through the body and screamed. He held on tightly with both hands, but was pushed away ruthlessly by Li Shang, and the body fell to the ground. Li Shang shook it contemptuously.
Blood beads on the fist.
"Aren't you going to wait for me? Your Majesty the Queen?" Li Shang glanced at Nalan Fengjin and said suddenly.
After walking only a few steps, Nalan Fengjin felt an astonishing spiritual energy coming towards his face. Then, there was a pressure completely different from this world, squeezing towards him. The pressure on his body suddenly increased,
It not only oppresses the body, but also oppresses the soul.
Nalan Fengjin felt angry in his heart. From Phoenix Villa to Unified Continent, this was the most aggrieved battle for him in so many years. As a divine empress, had she ever been so humiliated? If it wasn't for the final battle,
She had taken action a long time ago, how could she let these rubbish kill her comrades, her relatives, and her friends? Nalan Fengjin did not stop her steps, but the stubbornness coming from the deity did not diminish at all, and a sudden surge of blood rose from her body.
A powerful force of energy instantly made the pressure on him disappear.
"Li Shang, I will let you be proud for a while longer. When I destroy your hopes, I will give you the punishment of eviscerating your bones." Nalan Fengjin's words reached Li Shang's ears, but what he received in exchange was Li Shang's contempt.
of laughter.
Nalan Fengjin ignored it, feeling sad for that warrior. Until now, he was one of the few remaining warriors. He didn't expect to die like this under Li Shang's fist. Nalan Fengjin's anger was blocked in his chest.
, the pressure caused her to have difficulty breathing.
The sky and the earth are changing color. In addition to the phoenix clan, there are also circling goshawks and various colorful poisonous insects in the sky. Soul-eating butterflies and green moths are also among them.
The mutants of the Wing Clan have all been dispatched, and there are ten thousand people, and they have begun to fight against the cultivators led by the old man Xuanxue, as well as those wolves, snakes, and poisonous insects.
Among them, Li Shang was not affected by anything, and he rushed forward with determination again. Another soldier rushed towards Li Shang.
The same result, blood spattered away, and his body fell softly to the ground. Li Shang once again shook the blood from his fist contemptuously and continued to move forward.
Nalan Fengjin's heart suddenly began to feel sad, and her teeth were about to be broken. Why couldn't she go faster? She wanted to run up on both hands and feet, but this winding path was not close, and the farther she went up, the more...
The greater the pressure, the greater the pressure. In order to preserve his own strength, Nalan Fengjin did not dare to use any spells.
Before the weeping Arhat was broken, the last light fell on the Wuming Mage's body. The layer of golden light dyed the Wuming Mage's whole body into gold. Under the golden color, there were streamlined muscles. This cute little
The old man was like a golden Arhat at this time. However, behind him was not one Arhat, but two Arhats. In addition to the shadow of the Weeping Arhat, there was also his own Fighting Arhat.
Li Shang was originally sprinting towards the path here. When he saw the nameless mage walking towards him step by step, he slowly slowed down and walked towards the nameless mage in the same way.
At this time, Xue once again heard some inexplicable changes to some fine ice foam mixed with fine drops of rain falling down. The wind whistled past, bringing the voice of old man Xuan Xue: "Wu Ming, let go.
Give it a try and I will hold it for you."
"Okay!" What responded to him was the heroic voice of the Wuming Mage. At this moment, the Wuming Mage suddenly increased his speed, ran quickly, raised his fists, and rushed towards Li Shang without looking back.
Behind Nalan Fengjin came the suppressed sobs of Jingsi and Jinghua. Nalan Fengjin finally couldn't suppress his tears and rolled down from his eyes. The monks of Huguo Temple were so kind and compassionate.
Originally living a life without fighting against the world, Nalan Fengjin liked chatting with them about Buddhist scriptures and only wanted to provide for them, but he got them involved in this endless battle.
The old man who smiled and asked if he had any eggs every time he saw him,
The old man who looked at him lovingly every time,
The old man who comes to the palace to visit him every few days,
The old man who cares about all living beings and would not even crush a mosquito to death,
That unknown mage!
At this time, his first punch finally hit Li Shang. Li Shang took half a step back, but his extremely fast punch also landed on Wuming Mage. The golden light on Wuming Mage's body seemed to be shattered.
Layer, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he took three steps back.
This is the power of the living dead, the power of the Corpse King, and Li Shang has become the Corpse King.
"Come again!" The Wuming Master shouted, jumped up, and rushed towards Li Shang. Li Shang also jumped up with an expressionless face and rushed towards the Wuming Master.
Their movements were very fast, and the sound of their strength clashing passed through them like a big drum. The entangled snakes and monsters all avoided them.
Nalan Fengjin wiped away her tears, but when I saw the trembling body of old man Xuanxue, tears fell again.
"Bang", there was another earth-shattering collision. The nameless mage rolled over and landed on the ground, which was a blank snow field. The nameless mage lay on it and roared to the sky. Suddenly he stood up again and rushed towards Li Shang.
passed.
This time, I'm afraid it's even worse. Li Shang's fists are like the most ferocious meteors, falling on the Wuming Mage one after another. Faced with this huge force, the Wuming Mage has almost no power to fight back, but he is still persisting, as long as there is a chance.
, he raised his fist and punched Li Shang.
The whimpering sounds of Jingsi and Jinghua were still floating in the wind, followed closely by Chu Tianyou's crying.
Nalan Fengjin saw an old man's body trembling violently, and then he suddenly sat cross-legged, his back arched, and his head lowered. I heard his voice that seemed to come from his soul.
"I can't do it anymore. I can only go this far. I'm sorry, Master. Master, please forgive me." These words were floating on the battlefield, and his body was already sitting cross-legged and motionless.
"Uncle..." Chu Tianyou's mournful cry sounded in the wind and snow, but his steps still did not stop.
I couldn't see the expression of the unknown mage, I couldn't see the expression of the old man Xuanxue, I couldn't see the expressions of the people who were immersed in setting up the formation, I could only hear the mournful crying of Chu Tianyou, Nalan Fengjin wanted to turn around, but he said: "Come forward
rush!"
The tears were so hot that the person's soul was twitching. The unknown mage suddenly raised his neck and swallowed a pill, and rushed towards Li Shang again.
It was another unequal battle. The Wuming Master was almost exhausted. He could no longer lift his fists. The Wuming Master suddenly roared, hugged Li Shang tightly, and resisted him with all his strength. That meant
Don't let him move forward.
The formations on both sides were changing colors, and more and more energy was gathering violently. The figure of the unknown mage was so weak yet so majestic at this time.
"Let go..." Li Shang punched the Wuming Master on the back. The Wuming Master spat out a mouthful of blood and did not let go.
"Let go... let go... let go... let me go..." Li Shang's fists landed one after another on the unknown mage's body, shattering layers of golden light.
That's at least the power of the Corpse King.
"Master, let go." Jingsi was crying hard behind him, but he didn't dare to stop moving forward. Nalan Fengjin pulled him over and continued to move forward.
Finally, the unknown mage's body slipped softly, and Nalan Fengjin was very unsure whether he had lost him at this moment.
But he saw Li Shang once again raising his fist towards the unknown mage who was motionless on the ground!
"No! Master!" Jingsi yelled, and Li Shang's fist fell.
The unknown mage's body struggled violently, and then fell heavily to the ground motionless. Nalan Fengjin's heart felt as if it had been cut by a thousand knives, and the pain was so severe that his teeth were almost broken.