Three thousand worlds, hundreds of millions of cultivators. The level is different, so the strength is also uneven. And in the midst of thousands of planes, the struggle for power has led to constant wars, and the era of chaos will continue for a long time.

In such an era, in such a chaotic situation, if every cultivator could not reach the peak height, he would be just a speck of dust in these three thousand worlds, and he would be insignificant at all.

However, since the era of power is dominant, everyone has their own ambitions, but the difference between large and small ambitions is just that. Therefore, in this environment, as long as they are cultivators, who wants to become dust?

Fighting for fame and fortune, never dying, and even conspiracies, the organs are exhausted. No matter what way you use, you must get strength, and only when you are strong can you stand at the peak of everyone and make the weak completely surrender.

Wasn't Muyang at the beginning forced to become stronger step by step under such an environment? Forced to face all kinds of killings and the sacrifices of many people. I even have to watch my good brother disappear in front of me.

I understand the importance of great power. As long as you have strong power and stand on the pinnacle of everyone, you can protect the people you want to protect and build the home you want, which is inevitable.

And those who have followed the Lord from the very beginning are like the four protectors. Their original intention is also to get a strong power, so that everyone does not dare to despise themselves. Only by becoming strong can you have a higher status.

Isn't there no fighting within the Holy Sect? In the turbulent undercurrent, Mu Yang could see it clearly, but this became inevitable, so he chose not to interfere. It is also a good thing that there is competition to make progress.

However, after going through a lot of things, and even how many times they faced life and death, especially after following the Holy Lord into this chaotic heavenly realm, their state of mind began to change a lot, and even became more stable.

The control of the overall situation has always been in Muyang's hands. But after seeing all these three thousand worlds, the Dharma protectors gradually understood that they were still too weak, and if they wanted to change something, they couldn't do anything at all, and no one understood that kind of helplessness.

Therefore, Muyang has become what he is now, the dignified Lord of the Holy Lord, with more power than anyone else, and still have to pay such a painful price to achieve his goal, what are they?

Beichen and Nanfeng, it is precisely because of Muyang's dedication that they suddenly saw it. I am just a speck of dust in the three thousand worlds, how important is it, and how small is it? So even if it is wiped out, it is worth it.

At least they knew that although this practice was very extreme, it was already very satisfying for the Holy Lord to be able to do his part when he needed help the most, and at least in the future, they could still leave traces in history.

"Wood boy, let's get started. Don't give us a chance to regret it. Human nature is selfish and fragile, once there is an opportunity, the vulnerable side comes up, and there is no firm belief anymore, so it must be fast. ”

The goal of the two is to turn their own life qi into a flame of life. The wood spirit qi of the wood boy was used as a medium to penetrate Muyang's body. With a gentle wood-based aura, it will naturally not burn Muyang's origin.

With his own life qi, he repaired the spirit that the Holy Lord had consumed excessively. Although this is done quickly, once the breath of life is forced out, the two of them will definitely die. The consequences they had thought about for a long time, so they had nothing to fear.

Sitting in the center of the square, Beichen and Nanfeng put their hands in the place of the heavenly spirit. A breath of breath rose, completely opening his qi veins, trying not to resist the power of the wood boy.

After a moment, the young man of the wood department sighed and sat between them. As soon as the seal of his hands changed, a blue light flickered, turning into a silk-like existence, and while punching into Muyang's eyebrows, he generally punched into the eyebrows of the two Dharma protectors.

The wood-based auras on both sides are connected to form a state of communication. Soon, the secret method surged, and the life qi of the two was forcibly extracted, and little by little along the cyan silk thread, it entered Muyang's body.

Boom, boom, boom, the muffled sound came, and Mu Yang's body trembled slightly. Streams of blue light surrounded them, and the wood energy wrapped the life qi of the two of them, so it became very gentle, and Mu Yang felt the warm breath.

The figure slowly rose and flew up. Muyang's instinctive hands were sealed, and he actually began to absorb them. And the bodies of the two Dharma protectors began to become weaker and weaker, and the aura on their bodies was gradually dissipating, which was very unbearable.

This kind of change has always been seen by the wood boy, because he has to go through the whole process of the two Dharma protectors disappearing. Therefore, the pain in his heart is not something that ordinary people can understand, maybe this is fate.

There is no turning back when the bow is opened, even if the wooden boy wants to regret it now, it is too late. Sacrifice is inevitable and irreversible. Without the sacrifice of the two Dharma Protectors, it would be difficult for Muyang to recover to the peak.

After a while, the bodies of the two began to dissipate. A divine consciousness entered the illusory space of the wood boy: "No self-blame, no guilt, this is all our willingness, this is also the only way, we have no choice." ”

Mu Yang was in the space of divine consciousness, quietly pranayama. The divine consciousness is wrapped in blue light and soft life qi, so it is very warm. Involuntarily absorbed, the breath is gradually recovering, and the speed will only get faster and faster.

When he opened his eyes, what appeared in front of Mu Yang was a white expanse. His divine consciousness was impenetrable, as if he had entered a dream. Muyang stood in place, swept around, and for a long time, two faint rays of light appeared in front of him.

"Holy Lord, you have finally recovered, great, then we can also leave with peace of mind. The phantoms of Beichen and Nanfeng appeared, and with a smile, they said calmly to Muyang. The latter's brow furrowed, and a feeling of unease rose up.

"What are you talking about, why are you saying that, what the hell is going on?" Mu Yang was inexplicably a little flustered in his heart, knowing that something bad was going to happen, but at this moment, he seemed to be completely powerless.

"Tell me what you've done!" he roared anxiously, but the two Dharma Protectors smiled helplessly: "Sure enough, it's the Holy Lord, so keen." It's all perceived. I knew I wouldn't have said goodbye. ”

"Huh...... Are you willing? If we don't say goodbye, we may always regret it. Now, at least we can see the Holy Lord in such a special way, can't we?" Nanfeng said.

At the same time, looking at the Holy Lord, the two of them were suddenly relieved: "Holy Lord, don't dwell on why, now we are indeed here to say goodbye to you." From then on, there will be no one around you to remind you, so you have to be more careful. ”

(End of chapter)