The five people sat around the old man, all meditating with their eyes closed, and they did not hear or hear, just like an old monk in meditation.

Since the magician and Mu Ming had just been detained, they still had some strength left, and the light on the magician's body faded and lit up, and gradually like several other people, they seemed to accept their fate.

Transforming the Spirit Demon Array, since Mu Ming called its name, he naturally knew its function.

The Spirit Transformation Demon Array is called the Demon Array, which is naturally not a good formation, and 50,000 years ago, it was almost a situation where everyone shouted and beat it.

First of all, someone must sacrifice to play the role of the demon array, and the fate of the sacrificed person is very miserable, not only the body is dead, but the body is gone, and even the soul mark cannot be retained.

And the demon array has only one function, which is to turn the cultivation power of the sacrificer's body and whole body into a rich demonic qi and pour it into a person's body.

The demonic qi is already violent, forcibly poured into the body, and most of the ends are exploding and dying, so this formation is harmful to others and not beneficial to oneself, and it only existed in the records 50,000 years ago, and even the people in the demon sect who have always been perverse do not dare to try the method easily.

Now, the old man has laid out this array, and those who enter the battle have all been reduced to sacrifices except for himself, especially the six people tied to the stone pillar, and the power of the bloodline will be plundered by him.

Mu Ming knew that once this array was launched, any struggle would be in vain, and on the contrary, it would speed up the devouring speed of the demon array because of the boiling of spiritual power.

The magician must have stopped tossing because he felt it, and his starry eyes glared at everyone.

Mu Ming quickly recalled in his heart, hoping to find a way to solve the current predicament, but the Demon Array has always been the most murderous, leaving almost no life, how can it be so easy to find a solution?

Just like Mr. Snow Mountain said, unless the demon king of the same level as the old man arrives in person, there is no solution to this array.

Yun Lao seemed to know that the overall situation had been decided, and he seemed to have a lot of words:

"It's been 50,000 years, and we've been in this state of darkness since the moment you exploded the passage with the Flying Immortal General. Now that even the last piece of land has been discovered, don't blame me, blame this damn world. ”

Suddenly, the fierceness in the old man's eyes flashed, and there was a long sword in his hand, he held the hilt of the sword, and threw it at Mu Ming with all his might, he wanted to use the long sword to penetrate Mu Ming on the stone pillar like he did for the rest of his life.

Mu Ming was tied to the stone pillar, unable to move, he was not even as strong as a magician, how could he move, he could only watch the long sword get closer and closer.

Just as the blade of the long sword was about to sink into his chest, a light and shadow walked out from Mu Ming's body.

Qianqiansu's hand, middle finger and thumb pinched, and with a slight flick, the long sword instantly turned into powder, shattering into dust.

The old man stood there like a sculpture, muttering two words out of his mouth: "Master!"

At this time, there was already a shadow of a figure composed of energy in front of Mu Ming's body, with long hair fluttering, a long skirt wrapped around Linglong's body, and his face was a little blurry because of the illusion, and he couldn't see his facial features clearly, but he could also see that she was an extremely beautiful woman.

Mu Ming stared at the familiar back in front of him, and his eyes gradually fell into reminiscence:

"Zixi!"

"From now on, are you my master?"

"Master, why? He killed my people, but I want him to sit on the throne alive? ”

"Master, if I break the mirror, I'm going to surpass you......"

"Master, we will have a place to live in the future......

"Master, the peak of heaven is too lonely, I will find some books for Master to ......"

"Master......"

A sound of "Master" is like in the ears!

Suddenly, a heart-rending cry broke Mu Ming's memories, and the old man looked crazy, and his white hair was wantonly:

"Why? Why? Master, you worked hard for him when you were alive, and you still have to protect him after you die?

The spiritual power in the old man's body became more and more agitated, and the surging aura vortex centered on the old man, spreading around, the old man rose from the ground, pinched the trick with one hand, and a golden lightsaber suddenly appeared in his hand, and rushed towards the energy phantom.

The illusory woman's shadow was agile, a pair of plain hands stretched forward, two fingers gently pinched the lightsaber in her hand, and then with a slight force, the lightsaber turned into a shattered shadow in the sky, fluttering and spilling on the earth.

The woman stepped forward, and her other bare hand gently pushed into the old man's arms under the old man's incredulous gaze.

Yun Laoru's face quickly turned purple and golden as he was hit hard, and then a mouthful of blood floated in the air, and at the same time, the disciples who were sitting cross-legged in place opened their eyes one after another and spit out a mouthful of blood one after another.

Then, Mr. Xue Shan San got up and caught the old man who turned back upside down.

"Master, are you alright?"

The old man was still looking at the phantom in mid-air, the phantom had become very transparent, and it seemed that it was about to dissipate in the next second. His heart was more sad than the wounds on his body.

The phantom was so much like the beautiful woman he remembered that he recognized her at a glance.

The alien race is coming, the world has no power to resist, only the Buddha and the God Emperor are barely supported by the human and demon races, and the God Emperor is killed in battle, the Buddha is seriously injured, and it seems that the end is coming.

It is this woman who brings the last hope to this world, one person and one sword, like a fairy falling from the nine heavens, only one person, but it is difficult for the iron hooves of the alien race to advance half a foot.

People and demons call her the savior, but she has never regarded herself as a savior, whether she is born or saved, her purpose has always been one.

Resurrect the man who has put the world in such a predicament.

Even if she later recruited disciples and built a land of hope with the powers of various clans, it was never just to bring that man back to life.

What does the world have to do with her? There has never been only one person in her world.

"Master, is the weight of my realm more important than him?" the old man sighed with a complicated face.

The three disciples who were supporting him were also stunned, but immediately after, the young disciple's eyes became more determined: "Master, we still have a chance." ”

The old man looked around blankly and said with a wry smile: "Where is the opportunity?"

It turned out that the six stone pillars, in the light blow of the illusory woman, had all been destroyed, and the main "sacrifice" had all been destroyed.

The young disciple took a few steps back, walked between the senior brothers, sat down cross-legged, and all the disciples glanced at each other and nodded cautiously.

I saw that all the disciples pinched together, and the formation pattern that had been dimmed lit up again, but this time the scale of the formation was smaller, and there were no six pillars of light that soared into the sky, so it could only cover the five people and the old man.

The old man, who had been staring at the phantom until the phantom disappeared, looked a little dazed, and it was not until the light of the formation appeared that he realized what his disciples were going to do.

"Stop!"

None of the disciples stopped.

"Master, you have absorbed a part of the demonic energy, the power of immortality, the magic power, the power of the demon bloodline, and the Buddha power of the Buddha Lord have all been fused into your body, plus the spiritual power of the disciples sacrificed, you will definitely send the master to that realm. ”

The three disciples looked at the old man seriously, their eyes full of reluctance.

"Master has always taught us that personal gains and losses are insignificant compared to righteousness. If it is successful, there will be only five of us senior brothers in the world, and there are still senior brothers and five junior brothers who can always accompany the master. If it fails, under the nest, there will be eggs? In addition to the five brothers and sisters missing in the world, I don't know how many lives will be lost. Master, don't stop us, I'll be your disciple in the next life!"

Suddenly, the third disciple smiled sadly: "Ah! I forgot that we have no next life." ”

Sacrifice is the giving of everything, including the soul mark.

Not long after the three disciples finished speaking, the bodies of the five turned into powder and drifted away with the wind.

A soft murmur came from the air: "It's great to be your disciple!"

The old man's face was dull, and he let the pure spiritual power pour into the Heavenly Spirit Gai, and his mouth let out a painful howl: "Master, Master, are you satisfied? You have saved this person again and again, and brought grief to this world again and again, are you satisfied?"

The old man's sad voice kept echoing all around, it was a voice of despair and grief to the extreme.

"Can't you just once not love him so much?"

In the end, all the spiritual power was poured into the old man's body, and the spiritual power continued to stir, and the breath on the old man's body also fluctuated, as if it was about to explode in the next moment, but the old man didn't seem to care at all.

"Wen Wan is like this, you also follow the same path as your master, just talk to yourself, make your own choice, you go in style, what about me? I have no choice at all. ”

Suddenly, the old man's face was crazy, and he looked at Mu Ming, who fell between the gravels: "Lao Tzu is gone, Master, don't you want him to live?

Then the old man rose into the air, and his figure quickly crossed the sky, and he went in the direction of the coast of the East China Sea.

On that day, waves tens of meters high set off in the East China Sea, and the sky above the East China Sea shattered into pieces, completely becoming a forbidden land, and as long as you entered, it would be cut into pieces.

I don't know how many years it will take to return to the way it was.

On that day, the owner of the snow-capped mountain never returned to the snow-capped mountain.

(End of chapter)