Mythological origins

Master Shui Jing took advantage of this gap and released another fireball. In conjunction with the other three guards, he successfully killed two birds with one stone and killed the two enemies who were rushing forward.

This extremely ferocious fireball made other killers afraid to rush forward for a while, for fear of becoming the one who stood out.

Not everyone has experience fighting immortal cultivators, and they don't know how many more fireballs these two little Taoist priests can release.

If another forty or fifty were thrown out, no one present would be able to survive.

Also unsure are the Zhao family's guards. They don't know that these two newly invited teammates are at several levels of Qi refining.

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"You... are dead!" the killer leader said through gritted teeth.

No one wants to know how painful it is to peel off a piece of your own flesh that has been roasted by fire.

What's more, several large pieces were cut off.

"Kill, kill, kill, charge them all to me!"

The leader was like a mad hungry wolf, desperately urging the hesitant killer.

…

Master Jin Guang looked at it and then thought about it.

There were only a few people on his side who were capable of fighting, and they were more or less injured. There were a total of twenty people on the opposite side, but the two monks could only cast three fireballs. There was really no chance of winning.

I felt panicked.

Moreover, there are archers ambushing outside. If you rush out rashly, you may not be able to escape the hidden arrows.

Just now, Zhao Zhong just leaned out of the door to try to check the situation, but his thigh was seriously injured by an arrow from an ambushed archer. He lost his mobility and could only crawl in a corner and wait for death.

If he escaped and got an arrow in his butt, even if he was really lucky enough to escape, he would probably be very sad in such a wild place with no cure or cure.

The greater possibility is to die directly from the arrow.

If you still want to have a chance to make a comeback, there is only one plan...

"Master, save me!"

After thinking about it, Master Jin Guang finally swooped towards the statue, pushed the golden mountain over the jade pillar, and bowed to Bai Mo.

"Um?!"

Only then did the killer leader realize that there was always someone under the statue? !

From the moment they entered until now, they have completely ignored each other.

With a killer's sensitivity to his environment, this is unusual.

What's even more strange is that the other party doesn't even look at him, as if these more than twenty armed and vicious killers are nothing but air.

"Pretend to be a ghost! Kill them all!"

The killer leader had already been affected by the severe pain, and his murderous intention overcame his doubts about the unknown. Under his leadership, seven or eight killers rushed straight to Bai Mo's position.

"master?"

For the first time in such a long time, Bai Mo reacted to what was happening in front of him.

He saw that after Master Jin Guang said these two words, the luck in his body began to increase crazily, gradually approaching the level of the lucky children he had seen before.

"Master, save my disciple!"

Master Jin Guang, who forcibly became a disciple, took three loud shots.

He suppressed his fear of the killer rushing up behind him, forced himself not to look back, and kowtowed desperately, betting that the man in white would save him.

"I don't have any apprentices, you all should leave."

As soon as Bai Mo said these words, the good fortune that had been gathered in Master Jinguang immediately dissipated.

It came and went in a hurry, everything seemed like a dream.

"Yes."

The first person to answer was not Master Jinguang or Master Shuijing, but the killer leader. Somehow, after seeing the eyes of the man in white, he felt no love or hatred in his heart. He no longer wanted to kill, and he no longer wanted to be a killer. He just wanted to find a place where no one was around, and be quiet. Stay like a stone forever.

The killer leader dropped the sword in his hand and disappeared alone into the breeze and drizzle.

"Yes."

The next person to answer was still not Master Jin Guang and the others, but Zhao Zilin.

She didn't want to pursue any more family feuds, she just wanted to find a place where no one was around and stay quietly like a stone.

Everything is empty.

The other killers and guards also came up with this idea. They threw away their weapons and left them in the ruined temple, and then left with their eyes blank.

The ones who persisted until the end were two fledgling monks. They hesitated and struggled for a while, but they didn't know what they were hesitating or struggling for.

"Understood."

But the struggle was in vain. After a few breaths, they seemed to have figured it out and left the ruined temple in a daze.

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"Crack!"

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

"A friendly approach."

Not long after Jin Guang and Shui Jing left, an old Taoist priest with white hair and a boyish face, but full of muscles, quietly appeared outside the door of the unknown ruined temple after patting his palms three times.

"I didn't expect that in our Nanya Prefecture, there would be a great cultivator who follows the ruthless path."

Bai Mo still didn't speak, just looked at this strange old man.

No one knows when the Wuqingdao appeared. Everyone only knows that the power of Wuqingdao monks can rise almost without bottlenecks until the day they are completely transformed.

In Nanya Prefecture, the limit of the Wuqing Dao monks is the Nascent Soul stage. Many of those whose will is not strong enough have even disappeared in the Golden Core stage.

I have never heard of any monk who could persevere on the dead end of the ruthless path until the stage of divine transformation.

Wei Wuya, a monk who transformed into gods, also saw for the first time a ruthless Taoist who could live to the stage of transforming into gods.

"Where are you from?" Wei Wuya was very interested in this person.

"I? Not from here."

"Dongjizhou? Beixuanzhou? Xiyanzhou? Or Zhongshenzhou?"

He had also dealt with some ruthless cultivators and knew that there was no need to beat around the bush when talking to them.

"No."

"Could it be that you are from the upper realm?" Wei Wuya had some guesses, and his eyes gradually became hot.

As a cultivator of the Incarnation Realm, he had traveled to the five continents of the Yuanyang Realm for thousands of years, and had never heard of anyone who could enter the Incarnation Realm with the Incarnation Realm. The best one only persisted in the late Nascent Soul Realm for ten years.

"Upper realm? Maybe."

After receiving the other party's affirmative answer, Wei Wuya's mood fluctuated more, but was immediately suppressed.

The Yuanyang Realm is just a mortal realm, and the cultivators in it can only practice the Incarnation Realm at most. If they want to continue their path, they need to ascend to the higher spiritual realm.

But after the great war in ancient times, the mountains and rivers of Yuanyang Realm were broken, and the original ascension channel was also destroyed.

For thousands of years, the incarnation cultivators who were unwilling to be trapped could only fly to the sky by themselves, and search for the illusory upper world in the endless void.

Going to the sky to find the upper world sounds good, but the predecessors who left soul lamps in the Yanghuo Palace where Wei Wuya was located in the past generations to find hope, the longest one did not live for more than ten years, and the soul lamp placed in the ancestral hall of the sect was extinguished.

It is also a dead end with no return.