Eternal secret realm.
Elder Kong, the leader of the Wuhen Sect, was jumping around and scolding his mother at the moment.
Deputy Mountain Master Zhong had a head as big as a bucket, and the corners of his mouth were twitching.
"Sect Master Kong, don't worry, the Taoist Academy is already doing its best to fill the vacancy."
"Try your best?!" Kong You glared: "People are almost dying. If you, Liuli Taoist Temple, continue to waste time like this, you might as well stop saving people and just come to our Wuhen Sect to eat!"
Zhongtang's eyelids twitched wildly, "Old Sect Leader Kong, don't be anxious."
Kong You scolded: "Makura is not from your Taoist academy, so of course you should not be anxious!"
Zhongtang turned to look at Master Ding: "Shen Shuo hasn't come back yet?"
Master Ding shook his head: "The fastest, it will take half an hour."
Kong You suddenly became anxious: "Half an hour?"
"It's not like you can't see the sky-viewing mirror. For half an hour, my disciple can still hold on for half an hour?!"
Zhongtang's heart also sank.
Of course, it is not what they want to see if something like this happens.
Zhongtang squinted his eyes and looked at the sky-viewing mirror. Makura was now fighting with those Netherworlds who had heard the news and came to him.
Half an hour...
At this time, I'm afraid I really can't bear it.
Makura really didn't have any energy left in his body. At this moment, he could only use his physical strength to resist the enemy.
Otherwise, the only option is to burn the power of blood.
The owner of this original body was a genealogy monk in Lingxiao City.
His status is not low, but his bloodline has only reached the tenth-grade mortal level.
Even if he chooses to burn his bloodline, Makura may not be able to persist for half an hour.
But Makura has no other thoughts at all now. All he thinks about now is that if he persists here for a moment and a half longer, the remaining people will have a glimmer of hope.
As for his own life and death.
Makura really never thought about it.
Hundreds of Netherworlds have gathered here.
Although there is no Nether Demon General, the Demon General alone is enough to make Makura panic.
What's more, the number of demon soldiers here is also gathering more and more, and Makura's figure is almost overwhelmed by the Netherworld army.
A demon disciple who was several feet tall punched out, and the sound of breaking wind echoed in Makura's ears.
Makura crossed his arms in front of him, but still couldn't block the punch.
These Nether Demons have always been known for their physical strength. Makura felt as if he had been slammed into his body by an angry bull.
Makura flew backwards for tens of meters in an instant, and then fell heavily to the ground.
He coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood and wanted to stagger to his feet, but now that there was no Yuan Power in his body, his physical injuries were almost unstoppable.
Makura sat under a dead tree. He looked at the approaching Netherworld, with no fear in his heart, and no fear of death.
At this moment, there were only three thoughts left in Makura's mind.
Ji Mengyue, should be safe now, right?
Xu Shuai and others should not encounter Netherworld in a short time.
It was a pity that Makura already regretted writing a letter asking for help.
Of course he knows Luo Yi's temperament. If he sees it, he will definitely come.
It's a pity that I can't last until that time. This place is so dangerous. If I had known...
Don't let him come.
Makura coughed up a few more mouthfuls of blood, and his complexion became extremely pale.
A ferocious-looking Nether Demon, his entire arm gradually transformed into a jet-black spike.
He smiled ferociously and ran towards Makura. If that sharp thorn penetrated Makura's body like this, it would definitely leave a blood hole as big as the mouth of a bowl on his chest.
It's just that Makura is no longer able to fight anymore. He can only watch the ugly black spike growing in size in his eyes.
Just when the spike was about to pierce Makura's chest, a figure suddenly ran from behind Makura. He shouted angrily and slammed into the Netherworld Demon!
It was also because of this collision that the Netherworld Demonic disciple swayed slightly, and the spikes on his arms shifted a lot, and finally did not pierce Makura's chest.
Makura looked at this person who suddenly appeared with some surprise.
This person turned out to be Liu Ming.
It was the monk who came out of the Southern Region with Makura.
Makura never thought that this person would come to save him.
Liu Ming used his body to knock the Nether Demon away. He stood there panting and turned to look at Makura.
"I can't leave anyway, so why not be a hero for once."
Liu Ming raised the corners of his mouth and forced a smile with difficulty.
Behind Makura, several footsteps sounded.
All those people from before are here!
Makura looked at them blankly, "You..."
Some of these people were relieved, some were depressed, and some seemed a little scared.
But no matter what, they came.
Xu Shuai walked out from among the people and said, "Brother Mu, we will try our best to buy you time."
He shook the bracelet on his hand and said, "If it doesn't work, we will take the initiative to end this competition."
Even though the others felt a little sorry, they all stood up.
"Yes, after all, we can still take the initiative to end the competition. At least our lives will not be in danger. I believe that the outside world must be looking for ways to help Makura. We just need to delay it for a while!"
Those who had previously ridiculed Makura looked a little unnatural at this moment.
They didn't say anything, they just stood up silently.
They have long been accustomed to intrigues and intrigues along the way.
Now that we've reached this point, after much thought, we've decided to let it go.
As a human being, why not be magnanimous for once?
Just like what Liu Ming said before.
"There's no way out anyway, so why not be a hero for once."
In fact, some people still have some little Jiujiu in their hearts. After all, Makura is a member of the Wuhen Sect. After this time, this friendship has been forged.
It's just a calculation, when everyone is really standing here.
When they stood behind Makura and faced the hundreds of Netherworld statues in front of them.
Everyone was in a state of excitement.
They all clenched their fists subconsciously.
Only by visiting this cruel battlefield and experiencing this helpless choice.
Everyone can truly understand how difficult it was for those ancestors of the human race to win this battle.
After all, they still have a way out, and at worst, they can end this competition at any time.
They all have a second chance.
But those ancestors always only had one chance.
They have no way to do it again. If they make a wrong step, they will pay the price with their lives.
At this moment, everyone held their breath.
Even if you drink ice for a hundred thousand years.
The hot blood in the human race has never cooled down.
