"It would be great if I had a jar of wine."
On the roof of a tall building not far from the small square, Ku Daoshi reclined lazily. He rested his head on his elbow as he watched one battle after another with great interest.
The little Daoist child crouched next to him in silence, hugging her gigantic axe. Her only exposed eye carried a hint of melancholy.
"Even if you don't eat or drink, you can still last three to five days. Even if you can't find any treasure, what are you worried about?" Ku Daoshi asked casually.
The little Daoist child shook her head and said nothing.
"You're worried about him," Ku Daoshi said.
The little Daoist child shook her head and said nothing.
Ku Daoshi sneered, "You're worried that if he dies, no one will care about you anymore."
The little Daoist child shook her head and said nothing.
"He's dead meat." Ku Daoshi said casually, "The curse has completely devoured his soul. There's no turning back."
The little Daoist child remained silent. It wasn't that she didn't want to say it, but that she couldn't.
"But if you want to send him off, go ahead," Ku Daoshi said.
The little Daoist child turned to look at Ku Daoshi.
"That's your business. It has nothing to do with me," Ku Daoshi said casually.
The little Daoist child's eyes seemed to glow with excitement. She stood up.
She stood up and put down her axe.
The axe's blade was below her. She held the axe handle firmly with one hand.
She exerted force in her hand and blood oozed out. Like wriggling earthworms, it slid down the axe handle and onto the axe blade.
The axe's color suddenly changed. It became blood-red.
The little Daoist child lifted the axe with one hand and kicked off the roof with both feet. Like a blood-red meteor, she dragged her axe and shot into the sky.
…
The fourth Dharma Form appeared for the first time.
Out of the eight curses, four appeared.
Coincidentally, the fourth one was the "Ramadan" of the Eight Groups of Spiritual Beings.
A terrifying darkness dominated the world.
Gongsun Boyue sensed that something was wrong.
Without a second thought, he used 100% of his power. His dark blue Law Domain expanded and a huge silhouette appeared around him.
"No matter what you are, you will definitely die!"
He let out a low roar, and blue lightning condensed on his body bit by bit, forming an awe-inspiring lightning armor. The irregularly twisted lightning made his face look majestic, like a Thunder God descending to the world.
"Die!"
At this time, the changes in Yan Li's body had not ended, and the curse had not completely awakened.
Since Gongsun Boyue had already sensed that something was amiss, he would definitely not hold back.
The powerful aura that belonged to an Earth True Immortal was completely unleashed. His entire body was like a ball of thunder, crashing toward Yan Li.
However, at that moment, a blood-colored meteor shot over from afar. Even from afar, Chen Feng could feel a huge pressure coming at him.
"This is?" He raised his head in bewilderment.
When he saw it clearly, he realized that it was a very, very small little Daoist child, holding a very, very big ax, and chopping toward him through the air.
Before he could feel that it was ridiculous, he felt the Law Domain shatter in a terrifying turbulence.
Before he could react, he felt a powerful force hit his chest. "Ah!" He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his entire body flew back several tens of feet, stopping at the edge of the small square.
"Who are you!" He was shocked and angry.
However, after the little Daoist child landed on the ground, she did not even look at him. She carried the giant ax, which had already returned to its normal state, and walked away with wobbly steps. When she reached the corner, she turned around and bowed to Yan Li solemnly. In her small eyes, there was a sense of farewell.
Yan Li smiled at her. "Take care."
He stretched out his hand, and the remaining half of Li Ya returned to his hand.
The broken sword was still in high spirits!
It sang loudly wherever it passed!
At that moment, there was no need for any other words.
With the sword in hand, he just had to fight.
The darkness collided, and the four Dharma Powers, with overwhelming power, destroyed Gongsun Boyue's Law Domain.
Every drop of the dark blue Law Domain was as heavy as a mountain. When it shattered, it formed a destructive shockwave that surged in all directions.
Chi!
With a muffled sound, Gongsun Boyue's heart was pierced by the broken sword with an expression of disbelief.
Even in death, he did not think that he would die.
Even in death, he did not think that death would be such an easy thing.
Just like how he took away other people's lives, his life was as fragile as a piece of paper, taken away by others.
Those who kill will always be killed. Wasn't this an unchanging truth since ancient times?
Unfortunately, there were always people who did not understand. They thought that killing was their duty, that other people killing was a crime, that it was wrong, and that it was natural for them to kill.
There was a reason for everything, whether it was love or hate.
His death naturally had its own reason.
There was a reason for everything, whether it was life or death.
There was naturally a price to pay for killing. Killing someone who could not be killed, the price was unusually heavy.
Now, Yan Li also had to wait for death.
Waiting for death was not an easy thing to feel.
The curse was invading his body at an extremely fast speed. Even though it was already rotten beyond belief, it was still being fought over like a piece of fragrant meat.
His consciousness was already on the verge of disappearing.
He swayed twice and fell from a high place.
But in the end, he did not fall to the ground.
Because Shen Liuyun caught him.
"Aunt …" He struggled to open his eyes. "Do you blame me for acting on my own …"
Shen Liuyun shook her head. Tears uncontrollably slid down her face and dripped onto Yan Li's face.
In the end, there was still a little bit of coldness. Yan Li could not help but grin. With an unprecedentedly weak voice, he said, "If I die, the souls of Lianyun Mountain should rest in peace … If I die, Zhikite should be free … If I die, there will be one less evil bandit in the world … If I die …"
"If you die, many people's sky will collapse." Shen Liuyun cried. "If you die, Aunt will never forgive herself. If you die, there will be one less horse that runs for freedom, one less eagle that fights for the continuation of life, and one less carp that bravely breaks through the Dragon's Gate for hope and inheritance. "
"So beautiful … But it's too late … Aunt, kill me … Don't let the souls continue to suffer … Let them be free … Kill me …"
Shen Liuyun raised her hand in pain. She knew that if she did not act now, it would be a disaster later, but she still could not do it.
"Little Fan …" She gritted her teeth.
"Why do you want to kill Yan Li?" At this moment, Ji Hyun-woon, who had left for some time but had returned, walked over with a confused expression. "Why do you have to kill Pig Head?"
When he saw the curse aura lingering around Yan Li's body, he already understood. He just did not want to think about it, did not want to admit it.
"Pig Head hasn't reconciled with Sister Zhikite yet …" His eyes were red. "He can't die … he can't die …"
"He can't die …" Yan Li looked at Shen Liuyun with determination.
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