All these ascetics had a foreknowledge of what was about to happen, but none of them changed at all.
They did not evade or contend with this Dao, and there was no time buffer. Helan Heiyun, Wu Guzhi, and the Emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty could not intervene in their battle with the Western Patrol King.
In fact, it was only a very short time before the aura of the Western Patrol King was so shaken that he took action. Before that, they had not sensed the existence of this powerful man at all.
The three of them didn't have time, so they could only look at that place in silence.
Whether it was Helan Heiyun, Wu Guzhi or the Emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty, they all vaguely knew the result of this blow.
A bunch of heads flew up.
The heads of all the ascetics who were still alive before flew up.
However, what shocked them all was that when the heads of these ascetics were flying up, their chanting was still ringing!
After their heads flew up, the air was still filled with the sound of murmuring chants, and finally, a huge Sanskrit sound sounded in the sky again!
This should be the strongest sound in their lives. This Sanskrit sound surpassed all the Sanskrit sounds they had uttered before, as if the whole world was singing in harmony. Until this time, their disappearing true essence and lost life force seemed to be
Completely burst out.
No one could hear the specific scale of this Sanskrit sound clearly.
All the divine generals and quasi-divine generals cried out in horror.
The power that destroyed and distorted their perceptions disappeared, and the whole sky seemed to boil. Countless murderous intentions rolled down, and many invisible flames appeared between the sky and the earth.
Even the purgatory generals whose skills are related to true fire are extremely afraid of this kind of flame.
This kind of flame lies between the tangible and the intangible, just like the legendary karmic fire that can penetrate into a person's true essence and soul.
Amidst these exclamations, the Western Inspector, who killed all these ascetics with one blow, did not feel any joy.
He knew it was still fake.
These ascetic monks, who have practiced in caves for who knows how many years, until their own lives have reached the end of their lives, should be able to unleash all their power in anyone's subconscious mind, even by means of self-explosion of true energy.
But everything is false.
These people were just deceiving and distorting their perceptions until their death.
This is so fucking ridiculous!
At this time, there were countless voices in his heart scolding him.
These people look like liars through and through.
This absurd feeling and the extremely complicated emotions in his heart even made him feel that the appearance and death of these old monks were unreal.
He even doubted the authenticity of these people at a certain moment.
Have these people really spent their entire lives practicing hard in Mobei?
Did these people really exist on the battlefield?
But he also knew that the life and death of these people was extremely real. Even if those fallen flesh and blood had dried up, they were still alive just a moment ago.
Everything is like a dream.
Everything is fake.
There is no attack method like that of the God General of Severing Consciousness in the You Dynasty, who cut off the opponent's six senses and then killed them.
However, these ascetic monks achieved exactly what they set out to achieve.
His stupid companions were squandering their true energy more violently at this time. In order to cope with the murderous intention that did not actually exist, they poured their precious true energy into the body like poison.
He couldn't even get angry.
These people are like idiots with no cultivation. As long as the enemy kills them, they will die.
His body trembled violently, and he was sure that in the next moment, those divine generals and quasi-divine generals would realize that he was the real fool.
His hands kept shaking.
He raised his trembling hands and looked at the backs of his hands.
He saw redness growing on the backs of his hands.
These ascetics spent their true energy and life, and the only thing that was extremely real and left in this world was these imprints of vitality that he could not understand for a while.
There was no pain or itching on the backs of his left and right hands. Even the real energy and blood were flowing through them, and there was no abnormality in his perception. However, in his sight, the redness on the backs of his hands gradually made his skin...
Two red spots like birthmarks appeared, and the two red spots looked like two withered red lotuses.
On this battlefield, all the soldiers of the Northern Wei Dynasty who were not practitioners, and even many low-level practitioners, could not see what was happening at all.
They only saw these ascetics die, but those who seemed to be extremely powerful practitioners were like volcanoes being detonated one by one.
…
There is an essential difference between real power and false power. When the true energy erupts, pulling the energy of heaven and earth to attack, but the attack is in vain, all these divine generals and quasi-divine generals will truly react.
What.
The person in the worst situation is none other than the inheritor of the Divine General Duanshi, the woman who was originally seriously injured by Helan Heiyun's blow.
She was already close to the end of her strength, but now she forced the true energy out of her body, but it was like a punch that she finally punched with all her strength, but it was completely empty.
Her opponent at this time did not exist at all.
A large amount of true energy was lost and the wounds on her body were bleeding continuously at this time, and her entire body seemed to be empty.
These monks at this time, plus Helan Heiyun before... She felt that this world was really abnormal, and these people were really crazy.
"What kind of monsters are you!"
"What kind of lunatics are you!"
She finally couldn't bear it anymore and fell to the ground and screamed.
There was blood flowing on her face, and uncontrollable tears rolled down from her eyes.
She was so emotionally broken at this moment that she was really going crazy.
…
The figure of the Western Patrol King moved.
When his figure disappeared from the spot, an extremely pure vitality fell on the back of the consciousness-breaking general who was about to go crazy, and then quickly penetrated to protect her heart.
The Western Patrol King wanted to leave directly, but he was forced to stay by these ascetics.
He couldn't hide in the world. Since he had been dragged into such a quagmire, he had to save as many companions as possible to fight with him and win this battle as much as possible.
"Their two energies can communicate with each other, so you two don't attack them at all. You are responsible for killing the woman from the Guangming Holy Sect. I will try to hold them down with the others."
At the same time, his voice with piercing murderous intent reached the ears of Purgatory God General and Chetian God General, "There is no real energy for you to waste anymore, and there is no room for you to be timid. I guarantee that the two of them will not
Any true power can fall on you."
The faces of the Purgatory Divine General and the Chetian Divine General were extremely ugly, but they understood his words and knew that the two people he was talking about were Helan Heiyun and the Emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty.
The body of the Western Patrol King appeared beside the Annihilation God General.
His face was even uglier than that of the Purgatory God General and others.
He was originally the most sober among all these people and the one who least despised the power of the world.
At this time, he felt that he truly understood why the You Dynasty was so powerful back then, why Emperor You and the patrol kings and divine generals left to them were so powerful, but they were defeated by the rebels and the human world.
.
Will transcends even life and death.
Then sometimes, it can really surpass pure power.
And Emperor You only believes in power. (To be continued)