Master Shui Jing took advantage of this opportunity and released another fireball. In conjunction with the other three guards, he successfully killed two birds with one stone and killed the two enemies who were rushing forward.
This extremely ferocious fireball made other killers afraid to rush forward for a while, for fear of becoming the first one.
Not everyone has experience fighting immortal cultivators, and they don't know how many more fireballs these two little Taoist priests can release.
If another forty or fifty were thrown out, no one present would be able to survive.
Also unsure are the Zhao family's guards. They don't know that these two newly invited teammates are at several levels of Qi refining.
…
"You...are dead!" the killer leader said through gritted teeth.
No one wants to know how painful it is to peel off a piece of your own flesh that has been roasted by fire.
What's more, several large pieces were cut off.
"Kill, kill, kill, charge them all to me!"
The leader was like a mad hungry wolf, desperately urging the hesitant killer.
…
Master Jin Guang looked at it, and then thought about it again.
There were only a few people on his side who were capable of fighting, and some of them were injured. There were a total of twenty people on the opposite side, but the two monks could only cast three fireballs. There was really no chance of winning.
I felt panicked.
Moreover, there are archers ambushing outside. If you rush out rashly, you may not be able to escape the hidden arrows.
Just now, Zhao Zhong just leaned out of the door to try to check the situation, but he was seriously injured in the thigh by an arrow from the ambushed archer. He lost the ability to move and could only crawl in a corner and wait for death.
If I were to escape and get an arrow in my butt, even if I was really lucky enough to escape, I would probably be very sad in such a wilderness with no cure or cure.
The greater possibility is to die directly from the arrow.
If you still want to have a chance to make a comeback, there is only one plan...
"Master, save me!"
After thinking about it, Master Jin Guang finally swooped towards the statue, pushed the golden mountain over the jade pillar, bowed his head towards Bai Mo.
"Um?!"
Only then did the killer leader realize that there was always someone under the statue?!
From the moment they came in until now, they have completely ignored each other.
With a killer's sensitivity to the environment, this is very abnormal.
What's even more strange is that the other party doesn't even look at him, as if these more than twenty heavily armed and vicious killers are nothing but air.
"Pretend to be a ghost! Kill them all!"
The killer leader had already been affected by the severe pain, and his murderous intention overcame his doubts about the unknown. Under his leadership, seven or eight killers rushed straight to Bai Mo's position.
"master?"
For the first time in such a long time, Bai Mo reacted to what was happening in front of him.
He saw that after Master Jin Guang said these two words, his luck began to increase crazily, gradually reaching the level of the lucky children he had seen before.
"Master, save my disciple!"
Master Jin Guang, who forcibly became a disciple, took three loud shots.
He suppressed his fear of the killer rushing up behind him, forced himself not to look back, and kowtowed desperately, betting that the man in white would save him.
"I don't have any apprentices, you all should leave."
As soon as Bai Mo said these words, the good fortune that had been gathered in Master Jinguang immediately dissipated.
It came and went in a hurry, everything seemed like a dream.
"Yes."
The first person to answer was not Master Jinguang or Master Shuijing, but the killer leader.
Somehow, after seeing the eyes of the man in white, his heart became devoid of love and hatred. He no longer wanted to kill, and he no longer wanted to be a killer. He just wanted to find a place where there was no one, and be quiet.
Stay like a stone forever.
The killer leader dropped the sword in his hand and disappeared alone into the breeze and drizzle.
"Yes."
The next person to answer was still not Master Jin Guang and the others, but Zhao Zilin.
She didn't want to avenge any more family feuds, she just wanted to find a place with no one and stay quietly like a stone.
Everything is empty.
The other killers and guards also came up with this idea. They threw away their weapons and left them in the ruined temple, and then left with their eyes blank.
The ones who persisted until the end were two fledgling monks. They hesitated and struggled for a while, but they didn't know what they were hesitating or struggling for.
"Understood."
But the struggle was in vain. After a few breaths, they seemed to have figured it out and left the ruined temple in a daze.
…
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
"Tao friendly means."
Not long after Jin Guang and Shui Jing left, an old Taoist priest with white hair and boyish face, but full of muscles, quietly appeared outside the door of the unknown ruined temple after patting his palms three times.
"I didn't expect that in our Nanya Prefecture, there would be a great cultivator who follows the ruthless path."
Bai Mo still didn't speak, just looked at this strange old man.
No one knows when the Wuqingdao appeared. Everyone only knows that the power of the Wuqingdao monks can rise almost without bottlenecks until the day they are completely transformed.
In Nanya Prefecture, the limit of the Wuqing Tao monks is the Nascent Soul stage. Many of those whose will is not strong enough have even disappeared in the Golden Core stage.
I have never heard of any monk who could persevere on the dead end of the ruthless path until the stage of divine transformation.
Wei Wuya, a monk who transformed into gods, also saw for the first time a ruthless Taoist who could live to the stage of transforming into gods.
"I wonder where your superior is from?" Wei Wuya was very interested in this person.
"Me? Not from here."
"Eastern Jizhou? Northern Xuanzhou? Western Yanzhou? Or Central China?"
He has also dealt with some ruthless monks and knows that there is no need to beat around the bush when talking to them.
"no."
"Is it possible that Zunjia is a person from the upper realm?" Wei Wuya had some vague suspicions, and his eyes gradually became hot.
As a god-transformation monk, he has traveled all over the five continents of Yuanyang Realm for thousands of years. He has never heard of anyone who can become a god with the ruthless way. The most powerful one only persisted for ten years in the late Yuanying stage.
"Upper realm? Maybe."
After receiving a positive reply from the other party, Wei Wuya's mood fluctuated even more, but he was immediately suppressed again.
The Yuanyang Realm is just a mortal realm. The monks in it are in the divine transformation stage where they can only practice cultivation. If they want to continue their path, they need to ascend to the higher spiritual world.
But after the super war in ancient times, the mountains and rivers of Yuanyang Realm were shattered, and the original ascension channel was also destroyed.
The monks who have been unwilling to be trapped for thousands of years can only fly to the sky on their own, looking for the ethereal upper realm in the endless void.
Going to the outer world to find the upper realm sounds good, but in the Yanghuo Palace where Wei Wuya is located, the soul lanterns left by the predecessors in the past to search for hope, the longest one has not lived for more than ten years, the soul lantern placed in the sect's ancestor hall