Zhao Wuji finally knew what it meant to live a life worse than death.
The enraged Little Nine used his teeth and claws to tear him into pieces inch by inch.
Zhao Wuji saw his body being shattered with his own eyes.
Then, he felt the feeling of his essence soul being torn apart.
"Ahhh, no, spare me, I … give me a quick death …"
He screamed and wailed like a wild boar that had been scalded and plucked.
However, how could Little Nine, who was completely drowned in anger and hatred, have any mercy?
He tore Zhao Wuji apart and devoured him in the cruelest way.
Then, he rushed towards Nangong Chang.
"It has nothing to do with me …"
Nangong Chang's face was ashen as he explained loudly.
"All immortals deserve to die."
Little Nine roared and tore Nangong Chang, who had destroyed the Immortal Du Tracks, apart and devoured him.
The blood of the immortals dyed the desert in the array core red.
Every grain of red sand seemed to be carrying a sad memory, carrying the feelings of a dog and a morning glory that were completely annihilated before they had the chance to bloom.
After an unknown period of time …
Little Nine gradually woke up from his anger and hatred.
"I want to eat all the immortals."
At that moment, the dog's eyes were like those of a hungry wolf, filled with an aura of slaughter and destruction.
It arrived at the place where the little flower demoness had died.
The surrounding air was filled with spiritual energy.
There seemed to be a faint jade-green mist in the air.
"I'm sorry."
Little Nine lowered his head and seemed to be muttering to himself.
In his life with memories, as well as those incomplete and distant memories, he had never encountered such a thing. He had never felt that his heart seemed to be missing a piece because of the death of a person.
"I'm sorry."
His tears flowed down.
He remembered that he had never shed tears before.
However, this time, he could not control himself.
It was his playfulness that led to a tragedy that should not have happened.
If he had been a little more careful back then …
His tears fell on a piece of withered wood that the little flower demoness had transformed into when she died.
Drip.
Drip.
A few drops of tears fell on the withered wood and shattered, as if a crystal soul had shattered.
As Little Nine cried, he suddenly froze.
In disbelief, he saw that on this piece of rotten wood that was originally lifeless, there was a faint green dot that seemed illusory yet real, faintly appearing.
Little Nine's eyes widened.
Taking a closer look, the green dot was clearly the bud of a morning glory that was as thin as a needle.
"Little Ling 'er?"
Little Nine was wild with joy.
The bud of the morning glory was as weak as a strand of hair, as if it would be swept away by the west wind of the desert at any time.
There was only a faint trace of vitality.
That was the vitality of living creatures that any insignificant plant possessed.
There were no energy fluctuations.
There was also no fluctuation of consciousness.
The ecstatic expression on Little Nine's face gradually dimmed.
It sat by the side and guarded the tender morning glory sprout, channeling the rich wood power in the air into it.
The little buds grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In the end, it grew into a twenty-centimeter-long morning glory vine. It was as green as the most beautiful ice jade in the world. It was enchanting, fragile, and exuded traces of vitality.
…
…
When Li Mu rushed to the Dui passage, he found it was empty.
Where was Jun Wu Yao?
He was gone.
That immortal in the dark, who should have been hiding in the dark and waited for him to leave to launch a sneak attack, didn't appear?
There was no trace of fighting in the space.
The Deployment Eye was also intact.
What was going on?
Li Mu felt the atmosphere here was strange, but he couldn't tell what was strange.
His Dharma Eyes scanned the void, but he found no trace of the immortal in the dark.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
Anyway, as long as the Deployment Eye was still there, it was good news.
But where on earth had Jun Wu Yao gone?
Li Mu had a bad premonition in his heart.
Jun Wu Yao was probably in danger.
…
…
"Ape Emperor, I … I can't make it. Please, for the sake of fighting for me to the death today, in the future … if there is a chance, please … take care of our Silver Wolf Clan, I …"
Before the Silver Wolf King finished his words, he stopped breathing.
The silver wolf hair drifted away.
His body, like a piece of paper licked by flames, quickly turned into ashes and drifted away in Yuan Hou's arms.
Yuan Hou stretched out his hands helplessly, unable to stop all this.
The side effect of the Dreamy Confusion could not be reversed even by an Immortal King.
He picked up the pair of broken silver broadswords of the Silver Wolf King.
On the broken broadswords, there was still the blood of the Silver Wolf King.
In the distance, the leader of the advance team of the Drifting Cloud Sect had been killed.
Meanwhile, the other Banished Immortal who had launched a sneak attack had his three souls and seven spirits smashed by the Golden Coiling Dragon Staff.
Yuan Hou was the main force in this bitter battle.
But after the sneak attack launched by the two Banished Immortals, if the Silver Wolf King had not swallowed the Dreamy Enchantment and fought desperately for ten breaths of time for Yuan Hou, Yuan Hou would have been killed by the joint attack of the two Banished Immortals.
The Silver Wolf King played a key role.
As the Wolf King of this generation, he had finally embarked on his destiny — to die in battle for the Wolf Clan.
"Don't worry. From now on, as long as the Ape Clan exists, the Silver Wolf Clan will exist. If any force wants to destroy the Silver Wolf Clan, it will destroy the Ape Clan first. "
Yuan Hou looked up to the sky and swore.
He was also covered in golden blood. The injuries on his back and heart were almost fatal. If it were not for the power of the Coiling Dragon Cudgel, which had absorbed the flames in the Li passage and protected his heart meridians and dantian, Yuan Hou would have been seriously injured and died at this time.
The power of the Divine Weapon Heavenly Sigh could not be measured by common sense.
Sitting in the flames, Yuan Hou began to run his Cultivation Method to heal himself.
The first wave of defense was completed.
But he didn't know if there would be more immortals coming.
Yuan Hou was seizing every second to restore its strength, preparing for the upcoming tough battle.
…
…
In the depths of the main hall of Taixuan Academy.
The old faker breathed a long sigh of relief.
"The eight passage Formation Eyes are all guarded …"
He cast the Thousand Mile Mirror Light in front of him and turned it into eight monitors, which showed the situation in the small world of the passage of the eight Formation Eyes of the Hidden Sky Deployment.
In fact, in the original plan of the Sky-Covering Action, as long as six of the eight Formation Eyes could be guarded, the next plan could be realized. Unexpectedly, all eight passages were guarded.
"The landscape is picturesque, and there are so many heroes."
The old faker couldn't help sighing with emotion.
The old faker didn't care much about what happened to Hua Xiangrong and Wang Shiyu.
The death of the Sword Addict, the Sword Maniac, the Silver Wolf King, and the others made the old faker feel normal except for sighing.
Yuan Hou's strength skyrocketed, which surprised him a little.
But the scene of Little Nine crying in the passage made the old faker show a trace of indescribable shock on his face.
"The dog's life is finally going to be complete."
The old faker stroked his chin, with a little envy in his eyes.
Back then, he and Little Nine had abandoned their already incomparably revered dao positions in the Imperial God Plane, spent countless time and energy, and even gave up their long years of cultivation and memories to come to the Star Graveyard, all for the sake of finding a dao that truly belonged to them and breaking through the shackles of life.
Over the years, the fish and the dog staggered along.
The road was long, and the heart was blank.
Although they had gained something, they couldn't really find the ultimate right way.
There seemed to be light ahead.
But they couldn't find the exact light source.
Most of the time, the old faker was also at a loss.
With the last chance of the Four Symbols Layout in this life, he rose in the last great era and did everything he should do. But the chance that belonged to him didn't come.
However, when the old faker saw the unreliable dog crying for an inexplicable reason in the picture, he suddenly felt that the dog seemed to have found what it was looking for one step ahead of him.
The old faker sat in the hall, lost in thought.
He was a little inspired.
He slowly got up.
Under the black tattered Taoist robe, a fish's tail was revealed.
That was the consequence of losing a lot of his Genuine Qi.
The people of the 36 advance teams of the Celestial Realm all wanted to know what kind of energy the small Taixuan Academy was relying on to support layer after layer of matrixes that were enough to block the bombardment of all the forces of the Celestial Realm.
Logically speaking, it was impossible for a small inferior world to create such a miracle.
Now, this regenerated fish tail might be the best answer.
The old faker's body swayed, and like a fish gliding upright on the water, he floated forward and drifted toward the inside of the hall.
In the back hall of the deep hall, separated by a wall, a grand tactical deployment that was so complicated that Li Mu would feel dizzy was slowly running.
The blue lines of the tactical deployment were like the orbit of thousands of planets in the void, and the light where the lines intersected was like the stars in the universe.
This was an extremely three-dimensional tactical deployment.
It was as if an artificial miniature universe was running in an orderly manner.
On the black ground below the formation, there was a shiny, silver, palm-sized metallic fish scale stuck in each of the key points.
The fish scales were the key to the operation of the tactical deployment.
The old faker walked into the tactical deployment, like a god dominating the universe. He casually moved the lines and nodes, muttered something, and rearranged something.
A moment later.
The old faker breathed heavily and stopped.
"Very good. In another six hours, the academy will be able to break through the fog of the Void and enter the Void. Hehe, we'll be able to cut off all traces of the past. Even the Immortal Masters and Demon Masters of the Immortal World won't be able to predict where we're going … I've also completed the task I promised those bastards."
He walked out of the tactical deployment and directly lay on the ground without any grace.
"Hehe, I won't go to the immortal world. My opportunity is in the inferior world of the Star Graveyard. Speaking of which, that bastard Zhong Dajun was born in Azeroth, one of the Four Symbols. He also stayed away from Azeroth and Sun Fei in order to achieve his own way. Later, he shamelessly tricked the puppy to go to the Chaotic World to guard his home for him, and he hid in the Star Graveyard. Did he also notice something?"
The old faker thought to himself.
That's it for today.
He would make it up at three o 'clock tomorrow.
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