The Hell King frowned, and two almost materialized balls of undead qi were thrown out, and they hit the immortal sword of the silent Taoist solidly, sprinkling a series of light rains, and the gray undead qi met the white Haoran righteous qi, just like ice and snow seeing the melting sun, the two stirred each other, and in the end, no one could help anyone.

Every time the immortal sword is attacked by the undead qi, it will send out a violent shock, and the glowing brilliance will be weakened by a point, so that Hu Heng knows in his heart that it is the old Taoist Yuan Shen who is burning violently.

The primordial spirit of the silent Taoist is burning violently like a meteor falling, and the essence of life is used to glow with the last splendor. He had just eaten two blows of undead qi, and his spiritual power was on the verge of collapse. But with his super will, he guarded the immortality of the spiritual platform, constantly urging the Yuan Shen and driving the fairy sword to speed up.

Linghu Heng was severely injured, and even walking was a problem at the moment, and his aura was close to exhaustion. Large tears slid down her cheeks, but they were immediately dried by the cold wind that blew in.

Ling Hu Heng couldn't wait to draw his sword and kill himself immediately, if there was any way to save the life of the old Taoist, he would definitely do it without hesitation, even if he went to the soup and fire, even if he would never be reborn!

But now, he is as powerless as a child, watching the silent Taoist sacrifice his life in order to kill himself, and deplete his primordial spirit little by little.

He wanted to cry, but he could only let the tears flow uncontrollably; he wanted to shout, but he seemed to be dumb and couldn't scream; he wanted to rush up, but he couldn't get up when he tried his best to move......

For the second time in the past 20 years, Ling Huheng has tasted unforgettable pain! The last time was when his father-in-law died. And this time, it's a father-like mentor again!

The fairy sword has an indomitable momentum. Kankan stabbed the Hell King in the chest, leaving a teacup-like wound. And at this time. The Silent Daoist also exhausted his primordial spirit, and his sword light was scattered, and he fell heavily on the cold mountain rock with the Hell King.

"Puff ......" said silently that the mouth spewed out a rain of blood, the red blood rain was like a mountain full of rhododendrons, and the mountain wind blew, floating on the empty cliff.

Ling Huheng couldn't stop crying, and shouted: "Old Taoist priest !!"

When the silent Taoist was dying, he seemed to hear Ling Huheng's shout, and slowly turned around. His face was bloodless, but full of kindness, staring at his proudest disciple, smiling, but closing his eyes serenely the next moment. Ling Hu Heng stared blankly at the Yuan Shen of the silent Taoist, and slowly decomposed into small cyan points of light, lingering in mid-air, slowly blown away by the mountain wind, and blended into the flowers and trees. Familiar faces in front of you. also gradually faded away, but saw a meteor passing through the sky, falling into the vast heaven and earth in the distance.

"Old Taoist!" After a long time, Ling Hu Heng raised his head to the sky and roared. But it can't save the life of the silent Taoist, and the old Taoist priest has closed his deep gaze forever......

The screams are like complaints, and the mountains are whimpering.

The wind is like a horn. The heart is like stagnant water.

Ling Huheng only felt that his brain exploded at that moment, and his mind was blank. He seemed to be back to the day of his apprenticeship, and he was silent about what the Taoist said in front of the Sanqing statue. It still echoes in my mind: "...... The disciple's reticent statement that he was defenseless in his own sect and only knew how to live in a corner of peace for half his life, which violated the teachings of the ancestors and failed to let Haoran's righteousness perpetuate the heavens. The current disciple wants to accept Linghu Heng as the thirty-fifth generation disciple of this sect, and the disciple does not want him to be able to glorify his master and become famous, but he hopes that he can be an upright man and be worthy of the ...... of heaven and earth."

Ling Hu Heng closed his eyes, but the Hell King stood up at this moment, gently kicked away the body of the silent Taoist, and spat: "Phew, you bull-nosed, you still want to die with this king, and you don't look at your Taoism!"

Linghu Heng, whose heart was like stagnant water, was able to break through life and death at that moment, and said in his heart: "It turns out that this is the true meaning of Tai Chi, there must be life and death, and the transformation of yin and yang is the true meaning of Tai Chi." After his great sorrow, he has been enlightened, touched the realm that no one has touched before, in a short moment, Ling Hu Heng seems to have experienced 10,000 years, he seems to see his past life, but also see how his life continues......

The Hell King looked at Ling Huheng, who was sitting on the ground, and never worried that he would fight back. The Hell King was also stunned by the momentum of the silent Taoist who regarded death as life, he had experienced the threat of death, and naturally cherished his hard-won life more than ordinary people.

And at this moment, a black and white double light rose from in front of his eyes, and the Hell King was taken aback, but saw Ling Hu Heng stand up as if nothing happened. The Hell King looked at him in a daze and muttered, "Impossible, how could you not be injured?"

It turned out that at this moment, Ling Huheng stood in front of the Hell King intact as if he had never been injured, and his eyes turned into two Taiji diagrams.

Ling Hu Heng looked at the Hell King with hatred and said, "It's all because of you, I killed the old Taoist, I will never let you go!"

When the Hell King heard this, he laughed: "Even if you recover, so what, the aura is gone, why are you competing with this king?"

Ling Hu Heng's voice seemed to come from Jiuyou: "That's it!"

After that, a Taiji diagram suddenly appeared at the feet of Ling Hu Heng and the Hell King, and the Hell King immediately felt that the connection between his undead qi had been interrupted, and he was taken aback: "What's going on?"

"You can die now!"

After Ling Hu Heng finished saying this expressionlessly, a black and white lightsaber made of aura had already passed through the soul of the Hell King, and in an instant, it passed through dozens of back and forth, not only the body, but even the soul was split like minced meat.

The Hell King didn't even have time to react, leaving only one sentence: "What kind of trick is this......"

Ling Hu Heng replied without looking back: "Tai Chi Domain!"

After speaking, Ling Hu Heng walked to the corpse of the silent Taoist and cried on the ground, like a child.

The Hell King muttered well: "This king will actually be defeated under the legendary realm, unwilling......" Before he finished speaking, his body, along with his soul, was annihilated in the Taiji Diagram, and there was no trace of zài anymore......

And Yang Xianyang, who was still rushing back to Gujian Mountain, and Lin Jiandi and Yan Feixia, who were far away in Zhongzhou Mansion, invariably felt an inexplicable pain in their hearts, as if there was one of the most precious things in the world that had passed away and would never come back......

And the fairy sword of the silent Taoist also screamed sadly, hovering over the head of the silent Taoist with affection, as if saying goodbye, and then with a "snap", it burst out of a brilliant rain of light, which actually shattered itself and went away with the Lord.

Ling Hu Heng stared blankly into the distance, and kept beating his chest, if he could do it all over again, he would rather exchange his life for the life of the old Taoist!

Why, so many things have happened in just one day! Why, since the arrival of the truth, there has not been a day of stopping!

Ling Hu Heng only felt a pain in his chest, spurted out a mouthful of blood, hallucinations appeared in front of his eyes, and stretched out his hand and shouted: "Old Taoist, don't go!"

But the truth is that the hand is empty, and all the illusions suddenly disappear without a trace. In the cold mountain wind, on the lonely flat ground on the top of the mountain, he was the only one alone, and he couldn't help but feel that the sky was dark for a while, and he fainted on the cold and bare mountain rocks, maybe this could get rid of the unforgettable pain...... (To be continued......)