That demonic qi was emitted by a demonic path creature in the towering realm, and for cultivators of the same level, they only needed to block it at will. Before asking the powerhouse of the Cloud Peak Realm, he could even block it with a single thought. But the current tragedy is a last resort, and it is also to leave a cultivator who can continue to fight.

Protecting one more cultivator protects the power of the righteous path, strengthens the fortress of the Great Wall in the north, and weakens the demon path in disguise. In this way, the elite soldiers always give everything they have, and they donate their lives when they have no vitality to use. If one person is like this, there will be dozens of people, even hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands of people to do it.

In fact, it doesn't have to be so tragic, maybe there will be a better way. But the practitioners all know that the only thing they can do at the moment is probably that. Because I don't have so much time to think, and the hot brain can't be as calm as ever, I follow instinct and be a hero at the end of my life.

Practitioners are not superior to others, they come from all over the world, and they also see people from all over the world sacrificing for themselves. The urge of blood caused them to quickly sit in the rear of the battlefield, and after a little recovery, they returned to the battlefield.

The elite warriors who once protected the cultivators had become walking corpses, and new soldiers had stepped forward, armed with machetes and long swords, cutting off their heads like stakes. They rolled at the feet of the cultivators, and they were also lifted into the sky by gusts of qi, and it was unbearable to look at them when they were unrecognizable. But the cultivators who were holding a breath fought in it, and they rushed forward tirelessly.

The fate of death is difficult to escape, but there is no other way at present, the strong people who have turned their hands to cover the sky are busy with their own battles, and if they are not careful, they will also bleed and die. Therefore, doing what they can, using all their strength, is the elaboration of their current behavior, and it is also one of the few things they can do.

After a fierce battle, rivers of blood flowed and countless corpses were killed. Everyone wants to be buried in a beautiful way when they die, and it would be better if tens of thousands of people saw them off. But they died a humble death, but in this war, no one can die decently, but it is different.

Of course, it's better without comparison. Compared with the group of monks next to the South China Sea, the dried corpses outside the Great Wall in the north are too miserable, their identities are very different, but they all have their lives. On the shore, listening to the sound of the waves, with the demonic energy on the head, one hundred and ten monks and Buddhas all passed away in the cross-seat.

They all bowed their heads, as low-key and humble as they had been in life. When they came, they chanted in the heavy rain. When leaving, they were silent, just holding their wooden fish, leaving a gift for the Great Wilderness.

I saw that the buzzing of the wall of the Buddhas was a few points stronger, but it was not defeated, but strengthened under the light of the Buddha. This kind of bright light attracted many college and union powerhouses in the temple. But when they turned back, many of the monks in the temple did not breathe, and the low and deep chanting sound of the previous one went with them.

"Strange ......"

Tu Wenya of the academy was one of the last academy powerhouses to come to support Tanghua Temple, outside the three batches of teams. In addition to this, there are four powerhouses in the academy who are comparable to Dao. At this time, they were raising their arms, making the vitality of the waves available to the wall of the Buddhas. But when I looked at the Buddhas, my face was full of doubts.

The death of the monk is reasonable, maybe this is the unique sacrificial method of Tanghua Temple, and it can enhance the output of vitality in this way, some like self-explosion, but the body is retained.

The strength of Tanghua Temple, Tu Wenya has heard of it, and he has seen it with his own eyes, but many monks in the temple are not strong, and some are not even cultivators, why did they suddenly lose their breath?

Tu Wenya has the strength to ask the question, and cultivates the most simple and crude power. In front of her, except for the host of Tanghua Temple and the senior monk of Bailin, the rest of the people couldn't deceive her. And now, there are nearly 1,000 monks in Tanghua Temple, only the two of them are left, and they are located on the sea cliff at the southernmost end of Tanghua Temple.

When they gazed, they all moved, but there was no half-sentence communication, because the distance was far away, and there was no vitality flowing. Tu Wenya easily noticed this, but she couldn't understand why the monk died. She doesn't know much about the Buddha, she only knows that the Buddha doesn't like to kill, and she even has the credit of saving people's lives and winning the seventh-level floating slaughter. But is it because of the current predicament, or is there another reason?

The movement of the Bird Dan outside the walls of the Buddhas became louder and louder, because the Qi of the first three living beings had greatly increased its strength. Those breaths of life from the north are his life-saving elixir, and after eating them, he can get rid of this place. But at present, the strength of the Buddhas is shining with golden light, and the hundred and ten Dharma Phases are forcing the demonic energy to the center and temporarily restraining it.

I hope that the delivery of the breath of the living soul will end here, and a few more wisps will not work. Although Tu Wenya did not control the Wall of Buddhas, it was on the verge of collapse, and the current balance was only forcibly maintained. And the slightest hint of demonic energy can disrupt the scales, causing them to tilt to one side, causing a serious tilt.

"Senpai!"

The hundreds of cultivators from the academy and the trade union around him were all releasing their vitality, and the only one came to Tu Wenya's side, causing him to glance at it when he frowned.

The person who came was Feng Rui, because Tu Wenya was committed to Qidan, so he was still in charge of communication. But he was attracted by the scene in front of him before, and he didn't notice the buzzing of the talisman array, and he didn't know how many times he had called over there, so he shed a few drops of sweat. When Guan Zhongyi asked, Tu Wenya glanced at him, and he lowered his head in shame.

"Why hasn't there been a response? I thought something had happened to you. ”

"The situation here is a bit urgent, and the Qi Dan has inhaled the breath of the soul three times."

"Did you stop him?"

"Well, because you notified us in time, we have been prepared, so we stopped it. But at present, only the host and the Bailin monks are left in Tanghua Temple, and the rest are ...... Passed away. ”

Guan Zhongyi was silent for a long time, one of the five major forces in the Great Wilderness, there were only two people left? When he couldn't bear to say worse news, Tu Wenya stiffened his face and said under the strong vitality:

"The aura of the white forest monk is gradually declining, and I am not sure if he will be able to hold out until the end."

"The fourth and last known soul qi is about to reach the South China Sea, you should pay more attention."

"Endless?"

Tu Wenya twisted her eyebrows, her face was pale, she suddenly felt that the people in the north were not fighting, but when Guan Zhongyi, who was also sad, told her how many strong people there were in the currently known Demon Dao, and how many losses there were in the north, she fell silent. It seems that both sides are difficult, but compared to the monsters in the north, it is still more difficult to defeat. Therefore, they will continue to drag it out, even if it is at the expense of themselves!

"We'll do our best."

"Good luck with you, reach out to me in a quarter of an hour."

Guan Zhongyi said, closed the talisman array, and didn't bother anymore. And Tu Wenya looked at Feng Rui, who nodded immediately, he would not make a mistake. When he raised his arms, rocks emerged from the wasteland behind Tu Wenya, gathering and becoming exactly the same clone as her. The clone leaped into the air, and with it, headed north.

Standing north of the wall of the Buddhas of the Southern Heavens, in the sky behind the Tanghua Temple and the Huangguo Tree, Tu Wenya knew the current situation better than before, so he was full of fighting spirit and felt that there was still a possibility of success. But the premise is that this living qi must be stopped, and even if it is discarded in the wasteland, it cannot be swallowed by the Sparrow.

The stout fingers sealed, and in an instant, a bolt of vitality moved from her position to the top, down, left and right at the same time, touching the dirt and clouds, blocking the entire sky facing south. Above the clouds, and even above, there is a transparent wall, which can resist the breath of life at any time.

When he sealed again, a wave of vitality rose again, causing ripples in front of him. But under such a wait, there is nothing, but Zhong Yi only said it now, and gave a quarter of an hour time limit, it should come at this time at the latest, she is the strongest powerhouse present except for the host, and it is her responsibility to deal with all this.

While Tu Wenya waited, the aura of the senior monk of Bailin dropped a little more, which made her and the rest of the foreign aid sympathize. This battle is to destroy Tanghua Temple? They knew what was happening, but they didn't. At present, the bird is under control, so why work so hard?

When they were puzzled, the host knew very well what he was going to do. Even the entire Tanghua Temple has realized some truths, and this is the time to pass away. But the question of the senior monk Bailin at this time was full of endless sadness that Buddhism should not exist. This is to feel sorry for oneself, for no reason, but not for others.

"This is the end of our mission?"

"From the choice to protect the southern shore of the Great Wilderness thousands of years ago, and the choice to accept the power of the remnant rune array left by the ancestor of the Spirit Deed, our fate has been sealed."

"Destined by whom? Sky? Buddha? Or are we ourselves? ”

"It's neither, it's affected by the environment, and it's up to you to make your own choices."

Bai Lin seemed to have an understanding, but also seemed to be a little disappointed. But nothing matters at the moment, because his life is passing faster than ever. Then, this well-known monk of Tanghua Temple slowly lowered his arrogant face, held his wooden fish, and returned to the Western Heaven Elysium with a loud voice.

"The Buddha will have an afterlife, so don't go astray into the Buddha's path again."

The host said the best wishes to Bai Lin to himself, and when he sighed, the wooden fish and the small mallet were placed in front of him, and his hands were folded, reciting the familiar mantra of great compassion. He preached to many monks, to the spirits of the dead, and even to himself. Soon, when the host's aura also weakened, Tu Wenya finally couldn't help but ask.

"Lord Host, what are you doing here?"

"Subduing demons, subduing demons with death."

"Why?"

"Pull the demon to sleep."

When the presiding officer finished, he said no more. Because the bird has begun to break free from the vitality outside of the body, trying to roar away from everything and regain freedom. Immediately, the South China Sea, which had been quiet for only half an hour, shook violently again. That movement Tu Wenya has seen three times, and she is no longer unfamiliar, but she is full of doubts, and she asks herself and the host.

"How is that possible?"

Tu Wenya completely blocked the space, how could that breath of life come to Qi Dan's side? No one answered for him, and the host closed his eyes, and the vision in front of him disappeared, turning into countless points of light, like the fire floating out of the first few lamps and candles of the Buddha, but it did not fall and disappear, but went to a high place, about to light up the gloom wrapped in light.