Due to the appearance of the Buddha and the five hundred Abikkhu Arhats, the five sufferings of the Xiaoyin King were completely suppressed in one of the Buddhist Buddha clones, the great day as the natal object, under the nine-grade golden lotus, and the light of the Buddha is to make the ghosts under the command of the five sufferings collapse into a mess, on the surface, it is to open a safe return to the Great Wall of Wenqi for the Confucian people, but how much luck is involved in the back, it is difficult to clarify for a while.

That's a confused account, but so what, Bai Chuan could only smack fiercely, pulled up the somewhat confused Zhong Zixi, and prepared to kill all the way back to the Great Wall of Wenqi.

Although the five sufferings of the Xiaoyin King have been completely suppressed, and the ghost generals of the high realm have also been beaten by the Buddha and are unable to organize an effective offensive, Buddhism will naturally not be kind enough to clean up the mess for Confucianism, and being able to do this step to open up a road back to the city for Bai Chuan and others is just a little compensation for picking the biggest fruit at the last moment.

Since we Buddhism have already reached this point, why can't you Confucians return to the Great Wall of Wenqi safely, who is to blame?

There are a large number of tens of millions of Yin soldiers and ghosts stranded in the underworld, once they emerge, no one can stop them, and the top priority is to immediately return to the Great Wall of Wenqi, and organize an effective resistance to let the dragonless underworld troops completely retreat, under the premise of missing the five sufferings of the ghost kings, this underworld army will be scraped by the ghost kings of the underworld at that time, so in the period of time when the other party regains its strength, it has become a top priority to complete the repair of the Great Wall of Wenqi and move the battle line out again.

Bai Chuan helped up the paralyzed Zhong Zixi, no matter what kind of wrong thing he committed, after all, he was still a person from Yu Zhenzong, he couldn't do it to the point of sitting idly by, and if he really wanted to talk about it, the reason for it was still excusable, as for how to fight with Zhili Academy after going back, it was another headache.

The soul of the five sufferings has been completely taken away by the difficulty, and he can no longer continue to be reborn with the help of the five sufferings in the world as before, and the only thing left is the body of the five yang people who were taken away by his divine soul.

And the yang body of the teacher of Zhong Zixi is also there, of course, it has long been out of life, after the five bitters devoured the divine soul, it already means that everything that happened next has nothing to do with him, but the use of a corpse by the five bitters can make him like a normal person in the yang world, bathed in the light of the sun and the moon.

Zhong Zixi was full of tears, his mood fluctuated greatly, Bai Chuan inevitably sighed, "Bringing your master's body back and burying it well is the best comfort for his old man, you don't want to be so sluggish again, there are still many battles to fight in the future, if you want to avenge your master, your enemy is not just a five sufferings, but the king of the underworld who is still doing chaos and killing in the world." ”

Zhong Zixi just looked at the corpse of his mentor helplessly, and finally came back to his senses, and smiled sadly, "Can I, Zhong Zixi, continue to kill the enemy?" Sect Master, you should expel me from the Yuzhen Sect at this time and completely draw a clear line, otherwise how should you explain to the Zhili Academy, and how should you explain to those Confucian monks who died on the battlefield. ”

Bai Chuan snorted, "These things will be left for later and then slowly broken, now is not the time to think about these things, we should be responsible, we must bear it, but the truth that should be told, I will still fight for you, anyone can die, of course, including all the people in our Yuzhen Sect, even me." But if you want to take a life to apologize for your sins, and really make up for the dead? Why not leave one life and kill more enemies and make more meritorious contributions, isn't this more significant? Now that your state of mind is so unstable, I don't want my Yuzhen Sect to completely degenerate into a waste, go, put your master's corpse on your back, and we will return to the Great Wall of Wenqi, since you call me a sect master, this wind and waves naturally want me to carry it first, I can't resist it, and then I will talk about it. ”

Zhong Zixi gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "Sect Master, Zhong Zixi owes you this life. ”

Shi Yiyi, who was behind him, said impatiently: "When will the ink go to the two of you, do you really want to find death?"

In fact, the sound of fighting on the battlefield today is still endless, although the ghost generals were stirred up by the five hundred bhikshu arhats, but the number of Yin soldiers and ghost generals is too much, and those who resist the ground branch personnel on the front line are still hovering on the edge of life and death.

Zhong Zixi flew away, carrying the corpse of his mentor behind him, holding the Liuying sword, "Let me go and fight a way back to the city." ”

took the lead, and the sword qi was rampant.

There are five people in the Tiangan Qiang Ding group, plus a Nine Realms Great Sword Immortal who returned together.

If it weren't for the snowfall's eternal nightmare covering a range of thousands of miles, those Yin soldiers and ghost generals would be dragged directly into the dream once they entered the range, I was afraid that Tang Lie, Yu Maomao, and Weber Gorge would have already died on the spot, and many of the local branch ruling Wulang Wenlang who couldn't resist the offensive had already retreated into the range of the snowfall's eternal nightmare, and they could only gasp for breath, and many people would hardly have the ability to continue fighting.

Yu Maomao, this little mushroom, was completely exhausted and fell into a coma on the spot.

Weberxia's face was bloody, his eyes were red, and the lone light sword was broken in two, and the foundation of the Great Dao was extremely damaged.

Tang Lie stood up as always, protecting the corpse of the Confucian quasi-saint Zhong Xi, and the backbone of Confucianism stood up to the sky and the earth, leaving only the last breath.

Bai Chuan took a deep breath, picked up Yu Maomao, held up Weber Gorge with one hand, turned his head and said to Tang Lie, "Can you still move?"

Tang Lie nodded with difficulty.

"Then pick up Mr. Zhong Xi's body, and let's go back. ”

Tang Lie didn't say a word, gritted his teeth and picked up Zhong Xi's corpse, although it was extremely difficult, he still stood upright.

Bai Chuan said: "Thank you Confucian, and you, brothers, we won, go back now, and then, let me guard the last post for you." ”

"The snow is falling, I've worked hard for you, let's go, let's go back!"

A majestic sword aura exploded on the spot.

Zhong Zixi was alone in front of him, fighting with his sword.

Bai Chuan and the others then picked up their comrades-in-arms who could no longer move around, and fought all the way back to the Great Wall of Wenqi.

Although the final victory had been achieved, the guards stationed on the Great Wall of Wenqi did not burst into applause.

Perhaps for Confucianism, this battle is not a victory in the true sense, because on the canopy, the Buddha who is the first in Buddhism to seek difficulties, and the five hundred great bhikshus and arhats are still exuding the light of the Buddha that makes people feel ashamed.

At the top of the wall of the Great Wall, Bai Chuan glanced back at the difficulties on the canopy, and there was an indescribable grievance in his chest.

"No matter what, I still have to thank the Buddha for Confucianism, but this account of luck will inevitably be calculated with the Buddhists one by one in the future, and there is no good thing in the world to take advantage of. ”

The Buddha's bright prayer chanted Amitabha.

It gradually dissipated.

The light of the Buddha shines brightly, and it is extremely ironic.