Chapter 79

Blood rained, and Ning Daoqi stood with a sword in his hand, facing the flying shadows of blood. He was in a state of embarrassment in a Tsing Yi Taoist robe, his left hand was curled up weakly, and it had turned into decay below the elbow.

Although it is already known that the blood demons and blood shadows in the dead zone are very dangerous and difficult to deal with, but only when they really fight, can Ning Daoqi deeply understand their horror.

These blood shadows are invisible and qualityless, and the sword is hard to hurt. Even the highly condensed true energy will only end up being swallowed by corrosion.

Only masters of the Grand Master rank can slay these blood shadows with their own transcendent spiritual cultivation, condensing them into weapons and transforming them into peerless sword intents and saber intents, and even grand masters can only face them head-on. If there are three or four blood shadows, if there are more, they will be easily swooped down by the blood shadows and turned into dry corpses and bones.

"Fellow Daoist Ning..." A middle-aged man with an ugly face beside him sighed: "If you can survive, please help me plant some white chrysanthemums on the land of my homeland. The three apprentices are still young, I hope For my sake, Ning Daoxiong, take care of them a little bit!"

"Brother Fu!" Ning Daoqi turned around and wanted to say something, but he could only remain silent.

Fu Cailin smiled and said: "You don't have to be sad for me..." He stroked the huge wound from his chest to his back, and said calmly: "The beauty of life will never be dimmed by death. In my days, I have been trying to find and think about such unfathomable and unknowable things, and I have been moved by the greatness of life."

"But when I saw the existence of the blood demon, I suddenly woke up... I have been using the sword to understand and seek the mysteries of life, but I forgot that it is around us. I use the sword to praise and sing the praises of life Greatness, but when I see them destroyed and destroyed, I am powerless to protect it."

"From that moment on, my sword is not only to comprehend and discover the beauty of this world, but also to protect this touch and beauty."

"Fu Cailin is willing to die for this..." Yi Jianshu bloomed incomparably colorful in his hands, the humble life is the ugliest thing, but it is also the most beautiful thing, small and grand, fragile and strong.

Yi Jianshu is an extraordinary skill that integrates chess theory into swordsmanship, but the most essential thing in Fu Cailin's hands is his touch of life. The subtlety lies in combining the whole-hearted feeling with the sword. The feeling of the body is empty, but the feeling of the soul is reality. Its essence is to appreciate and taste with the mentality of a bystander.

But at this moment, Fu Cailin gave up the mentality of a bystander and truly immersed himself in the praise of life. He seemed to smell the faintly bitter and salty fragrance in his memory, and smelled the taste of beans, rice and pickles when he was a child. Memories of my hometown are gradually clear and vivid, no longer being on the sidelines, admiring, but really savoring and immersing...

The bean rice in my childhood hometown...

The warmth of being hugged by my mother in winter...

The joy of holding a sword for the first time...

The glory of being Goryeo's only grand master...

till the end,

Goryeo's despair ravages Gorefiend...

"From that moment on, everything about me has died! The moment I hold the sword, I just want to go back to the past, to protect the things that move me in my life...even if I risk my life..." The hand holding the sword became more and more firm, and even the serious injury on his chest could not stop Fu Cailin from swinging the sword.

It is a sword to restore the past with all my life and emotions.

Behind Fu Cailin appeared a phantom that Ning Daoqi was very familiar with. The so-called stand-in existed and Fu Cailin's body merged into one. took his life.

In Fu Hongyan's astonished eyes, some of the Blood God Sons lost their blood. Some of them were ordinary farmers, some were soldiers and merchants, but they were all dressed in tall beauties. The existence of pollution, at this moment, unexpectedly returned to its original form under Fu Cailin's sword.

Millions of souls rejoiced, quietly dispersed with Fu Cailin, and returned to the space between heaven and earth.

"I really want... I really want to have another bite of kimchi from my hometown!"

There was only a slight lingering sound in the last sentence, Fu Cailin's body suddenly fell down, and Ning Daoqi cried, "Brother Fu!"

Even though Fu Cailin tried his best to save millions of souls, the blood shadow in the sky still didn't decrease by half, and the thick blood cloud gradually pressed up towards Ning Daoqi's place. On the bank of the Yangtze River, countless Ning Daoqi stood The sword and the blood shadow were fighting to protect the flowering sacred tree behind them, and Bi Xuan stood under the blood cloud with a spear.

Looking back and seeing Fu Cailin fall, he also sighed wearily: "Brother Fu is gone too! Originally we should have died when Turkic and Koryo were destroyed, but the belief in revenge kept us alive."

"Kirin Gorefiend! I, Bi Xuangou, have lived to this day to shoot this spear at you just for us Turkic people!"

Raising the Moon Wolf Spear in his hand, Bi Xuan roared.

"Jingzhai has been destroyed! How could Concubine Xuan survive... It's a pity that she couldn't avenge Yang Guang with her own hands, but she was able to die for the people of the world. Concubine Shixuan died without regret!"

"Under the overturned nest, there are no eggs? I never thought that our Yinkui faction would fight side by side with Cihang Jingzhai!" Zhu Yuyan laughed out loud. She laughed three times, cried three times, and suddenly turned her head He stared fiercely at a middle-aged man who was dressed as a scribe not far away and was far more elegant.

The man looked at the cloud of blood above his head, deeply lost in thought.

Hearing Zhu Yuyan's crying and laughing, she turned her head to look at her, and said calmly, "Yuyan's demeanor is still the same, but it's Shi, who is already very old..."

Ning Daoqi burst into tears, he desperately absorbed the time power of the substitute, and even overdrawn his own time: "After passing this catastrophe, there are naturally many ways to make up for it. , What's the use of having more time left? It turns out that the old Taoist still has thirty years of lifespan, and in this way, there are another three hundred thousand clones to fight against the blood demon..."

This method of squeezing one's own existence time is of course not as easy as Ning Daoqi himself said. Absorbing one's own original time means that after the body's lifespan passes, Ning Daoqi can't even do lonely souls and wild ghosts. World.

At this moment, the time of the whole world almost froze.

Fu Hongyan looked at the group of people who were trying to resist with the power of ants in front of her, looked at their powerless struggle and procrastination, and said calmly: "Senseless struggle!"

"You put all your life and energy into it, but you're just a pawn that can't escape the chessboard!"

"It can never be changed, the predetermined ending!" (To be continued.) Enable new URL