"Wait a moment!"

"Master, let me do it!"

When Nie Xiaochun and Qin Xin were about to step forward, Lin Lingxiao suddenly walked out of the warlocks with his hands behind his back.

When Lin Lingxiao walked up to the two girls, he unexpectedly slapped the two soul-forbidden bags on the heads of Nie Xiaochun and Qin Xin.

Neither of them expected that Lin Lingxiao would suddenly take action, and they were caught on the spot and put into the soul bag.

Lin Lingxiao carefully delivered the soul-forbidden bag to Butcher Wang: "Grandmaster Wang, please protect Miss Xiaochun."

Guan Tianya shouted angrily: "Ling Xiao, what are you going to do? Without the innocent soul, how can I set up the formation?"

"Those two just now are top-quality formation souls!"

"Use them to set up a formation, so that you and my master and disciple can have a chance to fight out."

Lin Lingxiao shook his head and said: "Master, Xiaochun is the person I have been looking for."

Guan Tianya stared at Lin Lingxiao for a long time before sighing and saying, "You, you! I've been tricked to death by you little bastard."

"You join the battle!"

Lin Lingxiao sat on the floor with the Yao Qin in his arms and gently played the strings: "Master Wang, don't tell Xiao Chun about the past."

"I have figured it out a long time ago. Instead of letting Xiaochun regain his memory and then compensate for my debts in my previous life, it is better to protect Xiaochun silently in this life."

"It's a pity that Ling Xiao is a warlock in this life and is destined to stay in the two world mountains and can no longer protect Xiaochun."

"Grandmaster Wang, after the battle, please help me say goodbye to Xiaochun!"

Lin Lingxiao pressed the Yao Qin with his hand and disappeared. Guan Tianya formed a seal with his hands and grabbed the Tianhun.

Countless heavenly souls were caught in his hands and thrown into the large formation with Lin Lingxiao as the core. A moment later, thousands of heavenly souls lined up neatly, and followed Guan Tianya's mouth shape and said in unison: "Today's battle is about our magic."

The calamity and the tragedy of the art are also the glory of the art."

"My master and disciple, I would like to use this song to make our martial arts heroes perform vigorously."

"Warlocks are immortal and humanity endures forever!"

"See you all in the next life."

"After a hundred years, if we are lucky enough to return to the art world, we will guard the human world."

The music of the piano rose angrily, the singing reached the clouds, and all the warlocks launched their final charge towards Tianhun.

Ye Yang and I have already rushed into the heavenly prison, but we can still hear the long song composed by the warlock with his blood.

The Huang Quan Bing Ti Lotus on Lin Zhao's brother and sister also bloomed in the sky in the sea of ​​​​blood, and the three powerful armies under the Liangjie Hall also attacked Tianhun with the blessing of the lotus. The leader was Feng Ruoxing, who was transformed into Shura.

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The fragrance of flowers, iron cavalry, sad songs, Shura, white lanterns, and red clothes.

These things that should not be connected in the first place gave the final splendor to the battle between the two realms.

I held two swords and yelled at the top of my lungs: "My life-borrower, charge!"

Yu Wusheng danced his sword wildly, and charged out from both sides of me and Ye Yang with the person who borrowed his life: "The person who borrowed his life, the Wolf Guard King charges."

Three thousand people who borrowed their lives fought their way forward among countless heavenly souls, and there was only blood splashing in my eyes.

The person who was closest to me had his belly ripped open by Tianhunsheng. He covered the leaking internal organs with one hand and tried his best to grab me with the other.

I didn't know what he was going to do, but I subconsciously held his hand, which was losing its temperature, and his longevity quickly transferred to me.

"Wolf King, I...I gave you my longevity...kill..." When the opponent fell to the ground, his hair was white and his clothes were stained with blood.

"Kill!" I cried like a demon with the two swords in my hand, and slashed wildly at the Heavenly Soul beside me.

The borrower does not know who will fall next, but he is constantly sending longevity to the living people around him.

Half of the corpses left behind along the way were in pieces, and half were as white as snow.

Yu Wusheng, who was wielding his sword, suddenly shouted: "Look ahead!"

I blocked the Heavenly Soul in front of me with my knife, raised my head and looked forward, and saw thousands of old and dead corpses dozens of meters away from me.

Those white-haired, emaciated corpses were the warlocks who followed Jun Jixue into the Tianlao. They charged towards the Tianlao, but fell on the road to death that reduced the life span of living people.

In the distance, a man holding a fly whisk in his hand said softly: "Look carefully at the corpses lying on the ground in front of you. This is the fate of those who overestimate their abilities."

"The Holy One has decreed that all generals can retreat. Only those who can pass this place are qualified to meet the Holy One."

I took a step and wanted to step onto the land of death, but Yu Wusheng stopped me and said, "I'll do it!"

The chamberlain looked at Yu Wusheng, who was walking into the place of death with his head held high, and couldn't help but sneered: "A mayfly shakes a tree, you are underestimating your ability!"

"Did you see the bodies on the ground? Has anyone ever escaped from the place of death?"

The lifespan on Yu Wusheng's body was rapidly draining away, but he moved forward step by step: "I only saw a few thousand warlocks, and no one retreated."

"I only saw them falling to the ground and struggling to get up, but they still kept moving forward."

"I just want to see clearly the figures of those warlocks."

The chamberlain sneered: "They're just a bunch of dogs crawling on the ground!"

Yu Wusheng said: "If he wants to escape, he will go backwards. After they fall to the ground, they are struggling and crawling forward."

"They are unable to stand up, but they still charge hard!"

Yu Wusheng only said a few words, but his hair was as white as snow and his steps were hobbling - his life span was about to run out.

Yu Wusheng strenuously stepped forward: "May my art be passed down from generation to generation."

"May I keep flying in my art."

"May my skills protect the world forever."

Yu Wusheng yelled the last words in a hoarse voice and fell to the ground: "Wusheng, I can no longer protect the world in this life."

"I haven't been home for a long time, I really want to go back and visit."
Chapter completed!