Shen Gongbao muttered to himself and turned to leave.

And behind you...

Outside the big array, there are still countless people in the teachings.

Only Yuan Shi and another old man were still shuttling in the array.

Perhaps due to the lack of soul power, the next picture belongs to the leap progression.

Deep in the mountains, a cave.

"Yuan Shi insulted me to intercept the sect!"

"Zhao Gongming has fallen, and the Yellow River Formation is about to be broken!"

Shen Gongbao shouted.

The door of the cave opened.

A middle-aged man walked out of the mansion, frowned slightly, and after glancing at Shen Gongbao, he disappeared into the sky without saying a word.

In the constantly jumping picture, Shen Gong Leopard is like this, constantly shuttling through the various immortal mountains in this world at the cost of burning essence blood.

As a result, I was exhausted when I got to the back.

But even if he staggered, Shen Gongbao still tried his best to climb to a deep mountain, and the whole person was in a state of confusion, constantly whispering in his mouth...

"Insulting the Sect..."

"Save the clouds..."

He didn't even know how many mountains he had walked on, and in the end it was all just instinct.

One by one, the retreating immortals walked out and rushed to the Jiuqu Yellow River Formation.

For a time, the immortals in the sky silently proved to the world...

What is the interception of teaching?

Ten thousand immortals come to the dynasty.

And Shen Gongbao, who made this scene, finally collapsed on the top of a mountain with all his strength and fell asleep.

But even so, his eyes were still looking in the direction of the three of them.

The light of dusk swayed on Shen Gongbao's body.

He didn't know how long he had been asleep.

But when he woke up, everything was silent.

He struggled to his feet, staring blankly around.

"They..."

"yes, look for them..."

Shen Gongbao muttered to himself, with panic in his eyes, regardless of his seriously injured body, he barely flew into the air, turned into a streamer, and rushed towards the direction of the Jiuqu Yellow River Array.

He was too tired to hurry.

When he arrived, the array...

It's gone.

All that was left was a mess and countless corpses.

"People..."

"What about people?"

"I'm taught... Intercept the Ten Thousand Immortals..."

"You shouldn't have lost."

"Yes, we won't lose, we must have won..."

Shen Gongbao whispered repeatedly to comfort himself, as if in this way, he would make his heart feel much more at ease.

"But the corpse..."

"Why are they all my people?"

"What about the explanators?"

"Hachi!"

"Old Five!"

Looking at those familiar faces, Shen Gongbao was almost on the verge of collapse.

These people were all called out by him.

In other words, he personally sent these people to this cemetery.

"If the saint doesn't come out, who can kill me and intercept the immortals..."

"Yuan Shi is after breaking the formation..."

As if thinking of something, Shen Gongbao's back slowly fell down at this moment.

After a long time, he raised his head, looked at the sky, and roared in a terrible rage.

"Uncle Shi!!"

"You're a saint!!"

"These are your nephews!"

"How can you bear it so much!"

As he spoke, Shen Gongbao spewed out a mouthful of blood mist again and fell into the pile of corpses.

"Yunxiao, Yunxiao, they..."

"It's the teacher's personal disciple, Yuan Shi doesn't dare..."

"Yes, he won't..."

"He once boasted about them in person, and he also touched Bixiao's head."

It had become almost his only spiritual belief, supporting him to get up from the pile of corpses again, struggling, and looking carefully at each corpse.

The familiar faces almost completely destroyed his spirit.

Until...

At the heart of the battlefield, he saw a broken wine gourd stained red with blood.

"Qiongxiao..."

"You... You once said that wine is your life..."

"As long as you are alive, this wine jug I gave you will never leave your hand."

Shen Gongbao clutched the wine jug.

Even if the fragments of the flask had been pierced into his flesh.

It was as if he didn't feel any pain at all.

A drop of blood and tears crossed the corner of his eye.

In the distance, a section of the white skirt has been stained red by blood, rising and falling with the wind, and finally slowly covering Shen Gongbao's hands.

Further afield...

A turquoise hairpin is even more conspicuous.

"Yuan Shi!"

"You're so ruthless!!"

"This..."

"Is that the way of heaven you want?"

Shen Gongbao roared angrily in the sky, and finally completely fainted in a pool of blood.

Pity.

No one cares about his sadness, and no one cares about his emotions.

As if everything was meant to be.

Those people are just walking on the path of Heavenly Recognition and Justice, and they have eradicated all the ghosts and ghosts, nothing more.

I don't know how long it took.

Shen Gongbao woke up groggy again, his hair half gray.

But his eyes were cold.

The kind that's cold to the bone.

It's like a soulless walking corpse, silently getting up from the pile of corpses, digging graves in the distant wilderness, and burying these bones one by one.

Ultimately.

In his hand, all that was left was a hairpin, a mutilated wine jug, and a fragment of a blood-stained white dress.

Shen Gongbao put these in his arms, raised his head again, and looked at the dark night sky with an expressionless face: "If you pull the Heavenly Dao into the chess game, the Heavenly Dao is the chess player or the chess piece..."

With such a sentence without a beginning or an end, the figure of Shen Gongbao disappeared into the night.

He returned to the Three Immortals Island again.

It's just that after losing popularity, Sanxian Island looks like it has been abandoned a lot.

Shen Gongbao slowly sorted out the weeds on the island, and carefully fed the fish in the lake, and then turned around and left.

Jungnam Mountain.

Zhao Gongming's residence.

Shen Gongbao sat on the top of the mountain, carrying a pot of wine in his hand, watching the rising sun, a little distracted.

"You say..."

"Are we really doing all this wrong?"

"If you don't go out and let the world suffer, can you be regarded as responding to the way of heaven?"

"Shouldn't I go to the clouds so they don't die?"

"If I don't knock on the doors of the caves of my disciples one by one, they won't come out of the mountain."

"I..."

"It's the sinner."

Shen Gongbao muttered to himself, took a sip of wine, and leaned against the boulder behind him.

The breeze blew his long gray hair.

"You were a wisp of wind when the heavens and the earth first opened..."

"Comfortable, free."

"But he stayed in the world."

"Is it worth it?"

Shen Gongbao had a little drunkenness in his eyes and pointed into the distance: "Look, those people are cheering for their victory, they..."

"They are righteous."

"And we're just a bunch of hateful demons who prevent them from changing dynasties."

"The Emperor of People..."

"It's about to cease to exist."

"In the future, there is only the Son of Heaven."

Shen Gongbao laughed to himself and took another sip of wine.

Another breeze blew open the door behind him, rolled up a white cloth, and finally slowly brought it to Shen Gongbao's hands.