Chapter 50 After the War!

"No!" Luo Hou cried out in grief.

But... it was too late.

Hongjun, Yin Yang, Yang Mei, Qian Kun's soul.

The four of them had already grasped the four swords at the top of the four poles of the sword formation at the same time.

Luo Hou's eyes flashed with a fierce light, holding the God Killing Spear and directly penetrated the Zhu Xian Sword Formation, heading towards the sky.

"Qian Kun!" Taking off the Zhu Xian Sword, Hongjun looked towards Qian Kun, and his figure kept approaching that side.

"Hongjun, take the sword!" Yang Mei shouted, threw the sword to Hongjun, and then pierced through countless chaotic voids and chased Luo Hou.

"Daoyou!" Yin Yang also went towards Qian Kun.

But... this distance was not far for their ancestors, why was it so far at this moment?

It was seen that Qian Kun's soul had begun to become illusory.

His soul slowly dissipated from his legs...

"Hold on, Daoist friend Qiankun, hold on, don't let your heart die first..." Hongjun's movements were a little flustered, and he kept transferring the magical power of creation to Qiankun's soul.

At this moment, both Hongjun and Yinyang seemed to be panicked.

All kinds of magical powers were stuffed into Qiankun's soul, such as Yinyang Daoyun, Dao of Creation, Dao of Heaven and Earth...

However, the effect was minimal, and it only temporarily stabilized Qiankun's soul.

"Daoist friend Hongjun, Daoist friend Yinyang." Qiankun chuckled at the two of them.

Not as serious as before, there was only relief and happiness.

"Don't waste your time for me, go and kill Luohou." Qiankun smiled:

"At least don't let me be alone on the road, with Luohou as my companion... recalling the past."

"Daoist friend Qiankun..." Yinyang lowered his head, and tears were flying on his old face.

"Fellow Daoist, please don't talk nonsense. I have a backup plan! I must have a backup plan!" Hongjun looked anxious...

Back plan? Where does the backup plan come from?

The Yuanshen was completely shattered by the sword energy of Xianjian. How can it be considered a Yuanshen now? It is just a remnant of the true spirit, and the sword energy of Xianjian has been enduring for a long time and is still corroding its true spirit.

With such injuries, Hongjun is powerless to recover...

"Two Daoists." Qiankun chuckled:

"No need, I have already made such preparations, but it is just a death."

As he said, Qiankun sacrificed his Qiankun Ding and Qiankun Ruler:

"Fellow Daoist Yinyang, don't blame me for being partial. This thing is more suitable for fellow Daoist Hongjun."

Fearing that Hongjun would refuse, Qiankun ordered the two spiritual treasures and directly entered Hongjun's inner cave.

"How can I blame you..." Yin Yang burst into tears and stretched out his hand to grab Qian Kun's shadow, but his hand went straight through his body:

"Fellow Daoist Qian Kun, why did you save me? Why didn't I die in the end? Among the few of us, I am the weakest in Dao realm, and I am the worst in everything. Why do you want me to live?"

"I don't want to see any fellow Daoist leave in front of me." Qian Kun's figure faded a little:

"And, Luo Hou must die. That critical moment is already our best chance."

"Three fellow Daoists..."

A soft but somewhat cold voice came from behind them.

The bodies of several people were stiff, and they turned their heads to look. It was Wang Shu...

Wearing a pink dress, a black veil covering her face, and her hair combed into a cloud, only half of her high nose bridge and a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes were exposed.

"Why are you here now?" Yin Yang roared:

"Why! If you had come with us earlier, how could Daoist Qiankun be like this! Now that things have come to this, what are you doing here!"

After Yin Yang roared, he seemed to have lost his strength and knelt in the void.

"Daoist Yin Yang..." Wangshu looked at Yin Yang, with an inexplicable emotion in his eyes:

"Sorry."

After saying that, a faint blue light burst out from Wangshu's hand, and in an instant, the world was cold, as if winter had arrived.

Even Hongjun felt a trace of chill.

"Daoist Qiankun, I don't want you to die either." Wangshu said lightly.

Then he walked towards Qiankun and placed his palm on his true spirit.

The Dao rhyme of Taiyin Avenue flowed, and Qiankun's true spirit was instantly frozen!

Yin Yang raised his head and stared at Wangshu blankly.

"Sorry." Yin Yang said in a muffled voice:

"I was wrong."

"No." Wangshu shook his head, "It's my fault, but... Taiyin cannot be without a master."

"Sorry." Yin Yang lowered his head, not daring to look directly at Wangshu.

Speaking of which, Yin Yang had the greatest psychological pressure.

He was the weakest among these people.

And Qian Kun was stronger than him, but he wanted to protect him from death...

In anger, he threw the blame on Wangshu.

Of course, it was just angry words.

Freezing Qian Kun, Qian Kun's true spirit had a way to survive, maybe there would be another chance in the future.

"Thank you, fellow Daoist Wangshu." Hongjun bowed to thank him, and then flew away quickly.

Luo Hou, you are not dead yet!

Wangshu looked at Hongjun's departing figure and stretched out his hand to Yin Yang:

"Daoyou, stop sitting in the air, it's cold."

Yin Yang: "..."

At this time, a little joke can really ease the atmosphere.

Especially when the ending is good, it is very helpful to get out of the sad state of mind.

"It's over? Who won?"

"I don't know! It looks like Luo Hou ran away?"

"Did we win?"

"Yes, the demon soldiers are scattered, and the calamity energy seems to be ownerless, and it has also come out of the formation."

Although they won, the calamity energy is still spreading in the prehistoric world, covering the sky and the sun.

In the prehistoric world, it is still dark.

However, it is good news after all. The calamity energy demon soldiers dissipated, and the prehistoric creatures also had less pressure.

On Mount Xumi.

After the explosion, the twelfth-grade world-destroying black lotus was destroyed, and everyone went to chase and kill the demon.

"What strength do you have!" Tongtian raised the corner of his mouth, and the Qingping in his hand slashed the Yin-Yang dragon body of the demon one by one.

Why does Tongtian have such a bad smell? He just needs to add a sentence of imprisonment in front of it.

The Yin-Yang twin dragons have been seriously injured by the explosion, and the black lotus has been destroyed, which has also affected his Yin Jiao part. In a chain reaction, the Yang Jiao has also been affected.

Look, this is the disadvantage of blindly binding accounts!

Jiao Luo Xumi was bullied by Tongtian.

"Third brother." Yuanshi smiled gently:

"Brother, let me use him to refine a spiritual treasure for you, how about it?"

"Spiritual treasure?" Tongtian's eyes lit up:

"Thank you, second brother!"

Tongtian's obsession with spiritual treasures is very heavy.

But fortunately, there is a second brother who is a great refiner, and his acquired spiritual treasures are not missing.

Acquired spiritual treasures... are not weak!

"Go! Big brother! Kill him!" Baichuan shouted with a smile.

Bai Ze's mouth twitched, and he looked at Baichuan speechlessly.

Then he performed a set of elegant Qiankun Chi Jielong 108 styles!

His figure shuttled back and forth, hitting every key part of the twin dragons.

Dragons! Also dragons!

This set of operations was smooth and flowing.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

"This... Junior Brother Baichuan." Yuanshi's eyes did not move away from Bai Ze, and he asked in a daze:

"Does your elder brother have some other hatred for dragons?"

"How could that be!" Baichuan smiled and said:

"My elder brother loves dragons the most."

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