The setting sun is like blood, and the sky breaks in front of the mountain.
Wen Daoran, who was seriously injured and had his right knee penetrated, knew that it was impossible for him to escape, so he sent Yan Xiaoyu out of the battle with one palm.
"Old Palace Master!"
Yan Xiaoyu was shocked, and at this moment, sadness could not help but appear on his face.
"Son of God, keep the green mountains alive without fear of running out of firewood. Remember everyone present, and avenge me in the future!"
Wen Daoran turned his back to the Son of God who was sent out of the battle, and the power of light continued to burn, blocking the sharp rays that shot through the air.
Nineteen fan bones flew back and merged into one. Li Ziye held the stainless steel fan and looked at Yan Xiaoyu who was walking away, a cold look flashing in his eyes.
Sure enough, I still couldn't kill this rotten fish.
"Amitabha, I'm sorry, it was the young monk who was careless and allowed him to escape."
On the side, Sanzang recited a Buddha's name and said apologetically.
"none of your business."
Li Ziye calmed down and said, "How is your injury?"
"It's still holding up."
Sanzang said softly, "No vital points were hurt."
"That's good."
Li Ziye responded, looking at Wen Daoran who was seriously injured in front of him, and said calmly, "Now, can the old palace master die in peace?"
"Junior, even if I die, I will drag you all into hell!"
Wen Daoran suppressed his injuries, shouted angrily, rushed forward, and took the initiative.
"Beware of his deadly attack."
When Li Ziye saw this, his eyes narrowed, he stepped forward and quickly retreated a hundred feet away.
Sanzang also quickly retreated after hearing Li Ziye's reminder.
The two of them retreated, Tao Yaoyao's figure passed by, and with a sword, he blocked Wen Daoran's counterattack head-on.
The palm swords clashed in an earth-shattering manner. The two experts at the pinnacle of martial arts launched a fierce close-quarters fight, leaving the surroundings devastated.
Outside the battle.
Li Ziye and Sanzang looked at each other and nodded at the same time.
The stainless steel fan flew past, its sharp light dazzling, flying towards Wen Daoran in the middle of the battle.
"Three times of enlightenment, the path of blood shines upon the Tathagata!"
The moment Li Ziye took action, Sanzang also activated his demonic power, and the eerie Buddha Tathagata appeared. The demonic aura was overwhelming, and the power of his palm shot out of the sky.
"boom!"
Wen Daoran turned his palm to block the Supreme Sword, and the power of light surged through his body, and then he blocked the demon power coming from the air.
A violent impact sounded, and wild sand swept across, covering his eyes for a moment. A sharp light flew past, breaking through the shaking power of light, and penetrated Wen Daoran's left knee.
Both knees were severely injured, Wen Daoran staggered, and his standing was unsteady.
Two fists were unable to defeat four hands. Wen Daoran, who had already lost an arm, had reached his limit under the joint attack of the three.
"Despicable boy!"
Wen Daoran held himself up and looked at the young man holding an iron fan not far away, with uncontrollable anger in his eyes.
"The old palace master has given you too much praise."
Li Ziye responded politely, with an indifferent look on his face, and said, "In the battle of life and death, of course I will kill you while you are sick. Now that the old palace master's knees have been destroyed, if he can still die with us, then this junior will be truly convinced!"
Wen Daoran heard the ridicule of the boy in front of him, and his anger became more and more intense, but he also knew that what this boy said was the truth.
Now he doesn't even have the strength to die with them.
Ten feet away.
Tao Yaoyao looked at the ruined knees of the old master of Tianyu Palace in front of him and fell silent without saying a word.
Her nephew never followed any rules when doing things. All she could say was that Wen Daoran was very unlucky.
Today, if it had been someone else, Wen Daoran might have escaped, but unfortunately, everything is never possible.
"God's oracle."
Pushed to the limit, Wen Daoran endured severe injuries and recreated the untold secrets of Tianman Palace.
"Purifying Heavenly Light!"
Under the setting sun, the light falls from the sky, and it is so majestic that it purifies everything. It wants nothing more than to go to hell together.
When the light of day came, Li Ziye, Sanzang, and Tao Yaoyao retreated at the same time to avoid Wen Daoran's final counterattack.
In a shocking scene, with Wen Daoran as the center, the light spread rapidly, swallowing up the sky and the earth. In order to hold the three people on his back, Wen Daoran burned everything, including his own life and cultivation, and activated the most powerful divine spell in his life. .
Everyone has persistence, and Wen Daoran is no exception.
The light spread so fast that in the blink of an eye, everything within a thousand feet was swallowed up by the light.
"Heavenly Sword!"
"The Supreme Being ordered to kill Xuanhuang!"
Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, Tao Yaoyao's expression darkened. The final form of the Supreme Sword suddenly appeared, and he stepped forward into the light.
A sword that cuts off the darkness of heaven and earth, breaks the light, illuminates the eyes, and seals the throat with a sword!
There was a thud.
In the center of the bright world, Wen Daoran knelt on his knees, his arms hanging down weakly.
The blood was dripping, dyeing the ground in front of him red.
Until death, no regrets!
Wen Daoran died, and the light in the sky quickly dissipated.
The sun sets and darkness comes.
Thousands of feet away.
Li Ziye stepped forward with the young monk and looked at the lifeless Wen Daoran in front of him, silent.
"Amitabha."
Sanzang closed his eyes and chanted the Buddha's name with a look of unbearable expression on his face.
"Send them back to Tianyu Camp and let them have a good burial."
Tao Yaoyao stretched out her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth and said.
"Um."
Li Ziye nodded without objection, stepped forward and fetched a horse, and put Wen Daoran's body on it.
The three then returned the same way.
The night was as cold as water. Sanzang looked back, looking at the mess behind him, and said softly, "Brother Li, it feels really bad to kill someone."
"I know."
Li Ziye said calmly, "But we have no choice. There are not so many things that go well with our wishes in the world, and most of them are out of our control."
They had no grudge against Wen Daoran, but they still wanted to kill him.
Is Wen Daoran a heinous person? Maybe, maybe not, it doesn't matter.
They killed him just because of their different stances.
This is true even among the human race, not to mention the human race and the demon race, which are already opposed to each other.
Dashang Military Camp.
Qingqing stood quietly, looked at the two people walking back, and said calmly, "What, didn't it go well? It looks like you are both injured."
"Smooth, very smooth."
Li Ziye smiled calmly and replied, "I only wanted to kill a fish, but in the end, I killed a tiger."
After saying that, Li Ziye looked at the little monk beside him and said, "Little bald donkey, your injury is not serious. Please rest early."
"Amitabha, Brother Li too." Sanzang responded softly.
Li Ziye nodded and walked back to his tent without saying another word.
In the tent, the cold water washed away the blood on his hands little by little, but it could no longer wash away the strong smell of blood.
Tianyu Palace Military Camp.
In front of the handsome tent.
A silver-armored cavalry officer hurriedly came over and said with a sad expression, "Commander, the old master of the palace is him."
When Mu Shouzhi saw the expressions of the guards in front of him, a bad feeling arose in his heart, and he immediately got up and walked out of the tent.
Outside the handsome tent.
A blood-stained war horse came carrying an old man covered in blood, but there was no breath in the old man's body.
When Mu Shouzhi saw this scene, he trembled and wanted to say something, but couldn't.
Western Region.
In the Heavenly Mandate Hall, which is high above.
The scholar who was concentrating with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes and looked eastward, his expression shocked.
After a while.
The scholar stood up and bowed his hands.
Farewell to the old palace master.
