"I'm sorry, I'm late."
Su Zimo felt guilty.
Ming Zhen shook his head and raised his withered palm, as though he wanted to wipe away the tears on Su Zimo's face.
However, he had only raised it halfway when Ming Zhen lost his strength and his arm drooped down weakly.
Su Zimo's heart ached when he saw that.
He could clearly sense that Ming Zhen's lifeforce was extremely weak.
If he was any later, Ming Zhen might not have been able to hold on!
"Master has passed away,"
After a moment of silence, Su Zimo decided to tell her about it.
"I know,"
Ming Zhen nodded.
Su Zimo was slightly stunned and confused.
Ming Zhen said, "Although I was trapped here at that time, I seemed to have sensed something. “
At that point, Ming Zhen paused for a moment and pointed to his chest. "It hurts a little here. At that time, I knew that master had passed away. "
Even if they were thousands of miles apart, one would be able to sense the death of their kin and bloodline.
Ming Zhen's voice was calm. However, beneath that calm voice was immense sorrow!
"Master passed away peacefully without any pain."
Su Zimo said softly, "Before he left, he even instructed me to visit you in the Southern Region."
When Monk Yuan Bei said that to Su Zimo, he did not think much of it.
Now that he thought about it, Monk Yuan Bei must have sensed something when he instructed him before he left!
However, Monk Yuan Bei's lifespan was up and he could not do anything.
Ming Zhen lowered his head slightly.
This little monk had a pure and innocent heart. Even though he was in hell, he didn't show the slightest bit of fear or retreat!
Even after being trapped here for 10 years and almost dying, his heart was not wavered at all and he could still maintain his initial heart with a smile.
However, at that moment, when he heard the news of Monk Yuan Bei, Ming Zhen lowered his head and pursed his lips without saying a word. Silently, tears streamed down his clothes.
Although Ming Zhen tried his best to suppress the sorrow in his heart, he could not control it.
"Our farewell in the Dragon Burial Valley was an eternal farewell,"
After a moment, Ming Zhen said softly with a trembling voice.
Ming Zhen was different from Su Zimo.
Ever since they were sent to the ancient battlefield, Su Zimo had been hunted down by various major sects and factions and had even returned to the Dragon Burial Valley to seek refuge.
However, Ming Zhen never had the chance to return.
There were always regrets in life.
And some regrets, once missed, would be hard to make up for in a lifetime.
Ming Zhen had long sensed the death of Monk Yuan Bei and was trapped here. All these years, the pain and torture he had endured was even greater than Su Zimo had imagined!
A long time later, Ming Zhen said, "When I sensed your departure, I stayed here and recited the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vows Sutra, Amitabha Sutra and Rebirth Mantra for you. I hope that you can be reborn in paradise without any more pain."
Su Zimo was just about to say something to comfort her when he suddenly sensed something and his expression changed!
Under his gaze, the inner wall of the blood-colored calabash started squirming like a human's stomach and blood seeped out!
The blood was extremely evil and surged towards Su Zimo and Ming Zhen.
Su Zimo reacted extremely quickly. Waving his sleeves, he swept up Ming Zhen beside him and leaped into midair.
However, there was limited space within the blood calabash.
Su Zimo rose continuously with Ming Zhen and arrived at the top of the blood calabash in the blink of an eye.
The mouth of the calabash was sealed by Teng Lingzi a long time ago.
The blood below surged and was rising rapidly – it wouldn't be long before the two of them were drowned!
Su Zimo was still alright but Ming Zhen's body was on the verge of collapse. Just now, his mental state was unstable and he might not be able to withstand the impact of the blood!
Su Zimo opened up his consciousness and a green light flashed.
The Creation Lotus Platform had descended!
Wielding the Creation Qinglian, Su Zimo channeled his blood qi and let out the sound of tsunami waves. Channeling Dharmic powers, he smashed it down viciously at the mouth of the calabash!
Boom!
There was a deafening sound!
The Creation Lotus Platform collided heavily against the mouth of the calabash and produced a tremendous recoil.
Su Zimo's arm went numb but the mouth of the calabash did not budge at all!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Su Zimo smashed the Creation Lotus Platform repeatedly with a series of deafening sounds!
The entire blood calabash swayed continuously but the mouth of the calabash showed no signs of loosening!
The blood below had already spread upwards.
"Junior Brother, take this green lamp with you."
Right then, Ming Zhen spoke, "The reason why I was able to survive for 10 years here is partly because of the legacy of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and partly because of the protection of this green lamp."
Under normal circumstances, even a Half-Martial Ancestor would not be able to withstand Teng Lingzi's refinement, let alone the Dharma Daojun!
The fact that the green lamp could sustain Ming Zhen for so long was proof of its strength!
Su Zimo swept his gaze. Although the flame on the green lamp was weak in this sealed and filthy environment, it was still burning and emitting a faint glow!
It was that faint glow that blocked most of the power of the blood calabash!
"Ming Zhen, there's no need for that,"
Su Zimo's expression was cold as he said slowly, "I truly don't believe that a filthy blood calabash as such can devour and refine the Qinglian that possesses the creations of Heaven and Earth!"
"If it wants to devour the Creation Qinglian, I'll let it do so!"
Su Zimo channeled his bloodline to its limits and his figure seemed to have vanished. In the churning blood, a flawless green Qinglian grew!
The Qinglian was flawless and was like a treasure of the universe that no filthy and evil beings could approach.
The flower bud on the Qinglian bloomed silently!
The seven circles of petals bloomed one after another, emitting a resplendent light that shone with a divine radiance!
The gigantic green lotus platform supported Ming Zhen and the 63 lotus holes shone with resplendent light, nourishing Ming Zhen's flesh and Essence Spirit!
The blood surged but it could not approach the Creation Qinglian at all!
Swoosh!
The Creation Qinglian swayed gently and its body expanded. As though it wanted to break through the world, it soared into the skies with an unstoppable might!
Six Star Mountain.
Many Mighty Figures of the Blood Vine race had just reared everyone from Southern Duel Sect and were instructing their subordinates to clean up the battlefield.
After all, although the battle ended quickly …
However, the fire had burned the Six Star Mountain beyond recognition.
Apart from the six main peaks that were intact, the rest of the place was charred.
The Blood Vine race suffered heavy losses as well.
There were more than 10,000 Blood Vine race members stationed at Six Star Mountain and more than half of them were lost in the fire!
Prior to this, the Blood Vine race had already viewed this place as their territory and even some low-level Blood Vines had begun to migrate over.
To think that the fire would burn all the low-level Blood Vines to ashes!
Teng Lingzi descended on Seven Kills Peak and had just channeled his bloodline to refine the blood calabash while walking towards his seclusion grounds.
All of a sudden!
The blood calabash in his palm swayed.
Teng Lingzi chuckled with a mocking expression. "You want to come out after entering my blood calabash?"
Before long.
The blood calabash swayed repeatedly.
However, it was useless. Teng Lingzi merely supported it gently and the blood calabash could not fall!
"Continue struggling. You'll give up when you're tired."
Teng Lingzi smiled gently.
All of a sudden!
As though he sensed something, Teng Lingzi's eyes widened and his smile froze on his face!
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