"What should we do next?"
Cao Du was shocked as he looked at the white shadows that had covered the entire floor, feeling uneasy in his heart.
Song Yulong looked at the white shadow with some surprise and asked:
"Is this the black shadow we saw four years ago? Why is it white now?"
Yi Ran nodded and said:
"It should be right. It's the same black shadow I saw before. Even the feeling hasn't changed at all."
"As for why it changed from black to white, it's probably because it now regards itself as the sky!"
Who is that?
Cao Du was surprised that none of them knew it, but Song Yulong and the others had seen the arm stretching out from outside the sky.
So they knew very well that the purpose of this trip, or the biggest threat, was actually the owner of that arm.
As for who the master is, there is actually no need to guess. There is no other possibility except the fallen saint.
Song Yulong murmured:
"I didn't expect that the saint had fallen for so long, but there was still a remnant soul left behind that never perished."
Cao Dujing immediately showed a shocked expression.
He looked at these young people inexplicably, unable to imagine how they survived from the hands of the "saint" in the first place.
Although they have survived two crises safely, you must know that only young people under the age of thirty were able to enter the Tianchi Secret Realm!
The strongest among them have only just entered the sixth level of cultivation!
But what shocked Cao Du the most was not that they were able to get out of such a dangerous situation alive.
But knowing that this trip requires facing the remnant soul of the saint, he still has the courage to come in again.
Cao Dujing finally understood why these young people, who were considered outstanding in the entire continent, could reach such a high level at such an age, and finally understood why these people could become the geniuses!
In spite of himself, as a senior, he had some respect for these young people in front of him.
But although he had respect in his heart, it was not at all inconsistent with his doubts.
"The remnant soul of a saint? Then is there anything wrong with him thinking that he is God?"
"The fallen saint created this world, so isn't he the heaven for all living things in this world?"
This makes sense, but it makes no sense at all.
After hearing Cao Dujing's words, Yiran remembered the god-transforming monk he had seen in his previous vision.
He faced more than a dozen saints alone, but fought to the death for his perseverance.
How could such a person become so indifferent to everything?
Yiran looked at the white shadows that slowly stood up and headed towards the three places after failing to find the target and said:
"Human beings are sentimental but Heaven is ruthless. Human beings will take protecting all living beings as their own responsibility, but Heaven is ruthless and does not care about changes in everything."
Cao Dujing couldn't understand what Yiran meant, and his eyes were full of doubts.
So he asked:
"Since Heaven created all living things, shouldn't all living things have incomparable respect for Heaven?"
"Are you going to blame God for being unfair just because you are weak?"
Yiran turned around and looked at Cao Dujing, his powerful spiritual consciousness blowing over him like a breeze.
The originally heavy and dead world suddenly became a little clearer. Cao Du's body trembled, and there was some inexplicable horror in his eyes.
The guard only obeys orders without asking questions and does not need to explain. This is what he just said.
And he is also a guard!
So being able to say something like that before showed that he had actually been influenced by the way of heaven just now.
Yiran didn't answer anything, but Cao Dujing became extremely cautious.
Could it really be the way of heaven that confuses people's minds in such a calm manner?
Just as Cao Du was stunned, three white figures emerged from not far away.
They are all white, and although they are human-shaped, they have no face. It is even difficult to find even the slightest bit of Qi in them.
Led by Cao Dujing and the guards who came out of the bloody battlefield, the moment they saw the three figures, the hair on their bodies stood up at the same time.
It was an extremely strong sense of crisis, as if being stared at by a powerful monster hiding in the dark.
"Ahhhh..."
"Kill, kill, kill..."
Cao Du was so shocked that his voice became hoarse.
Under the endless pressure, he could only feel the rush of blood and fighting spirit.
As he roared at the top of his lungs, twenty figures who could no longer hold back all ran towards the white figure.
Ordinary people either explode in silence or die in silence.
As for their group of guards, they had already put life and death aside, and only wanted to protect one side from the monsters.
Therefore, people like them have long been destined not to die silently in silence.
"Fight!"
Yiran also said two words indifferently.
The tragedy of four years ago was still vivid in his mind. Although those people were neither colleagues nor friends, they still made Yiran feel the powerlessness of being unable to protect those around him.
Yiran really didn't want to experience the helplessness he had felt before, so he turned his head and said softly to Mo Xiangyi:
"I will protect you, just like I promised you."
Yiran has already made such a promise to the two girls, but it is not contradictory, and he will keep it.
Mo Xiangyi smiled and showed her fangs, raised her fist and said:
"I don't want your protection, I'm very strong!"
In fact, only she herself knew how happy Mo Xiangyi was.
Then Yi Ran said to Li Jin'er:
"Senior, this thing is very strong and weird, you have to be careful!"
After Li Jin'er nodded to express his understanding, Yi Ran nodded to Song Yulong and others.
Song Yulong and the others are the ones Yiran feels most at ease with, not because they have the highest cultivation level, but because they have experienced the battle four years ago and know the terror of the monster in front of them.
In the distance, the guards led by Cao Dujing had directly surrounded all three enemies.
Four spiritual masters led the overall situation to contain the three white phantoms. Four magicians among the 16 sixth-level monks stood back and used powerful magic to knock the phantoms down from their heads. Twelve martial arts cultivators smashed them down between two rounds of magic. A series of martial arts skills were swayed on Xuying's body.
"Crackling bang..."
Almost in an instant, the magic had been cast for three rounds, and the twelve sixth-level martial arts cultivators also used their most powerful martial arts to chop at various vital points of the phantom for two consecutive rounds.
Then the three phantoms were not frightened in the slightest.
Xu Ying did not use complicated martial arts, and even his movements were not very fast. He was just a martial artist comparable to the peak of the sixth level.
They waved their arms, making a loud sound, trying to catch the flies flying in front of them.
It seemed that all their attention had been attracted by the four powerful flies.
It's just that as a spirit person, his speed is much faster than that of the phantom's waving arms, so how can he be caught so easily.
They did not use powerful martial arts or magic to fight back. They just kept shuttled between their arms. Occasionally, when faced with being surrounded by two huge palms, they only used martial arts or magic to knock the palms away.
However, within just three moments of taking action, Cao Dujing had already discovered something was wrong.
Although there was no such violent confrontation, his body began to shake violently, as if he had gone through an extremely fierce battle.
And he also discovered that the shadow's punching speed was actually increasing.
Just as Cao Du was stunned, Xuying's fist hit his face again, but Cao Dujing found that he felt unable to dodge when faced with this punch.
Cao Dujing concentrated his inner strength on his arms and placed them in front of his chest, preparing to resist Xu Ying's punch. At the same time, he still roared:
"The shadow is absorbing our power, retreat quickly!"
As soon as Cao Jingdu finished speaking, he felt a terrifying impact on his arm.
"Bang!"
Cao Jingdu was shot away like a cannonball. After hitting the ground, he still smashed a lot of boulders and flew dozens of feet away before he finally stabilized his body.
He gritted his teeth and stood up directly. Although he wasn't necessarily seriously injured, he looked as embarrassed as possible.
The battle continued. After Cao Dujing was no longer restrained, the phantom's eyes focused on the ants at his feet.
If the guy who had just caught its eye was considered a bit of a threat, the ants at its feet were completely incomprehensible!
It directly raised its foot and stamped it hard on the ground, and a strong wind appeared at its feet.
"Whoosh whoosh..."
The sudden strong wind was like a sharp blade, rolling directly into the four unprepared guards beside them.
"Watch out!"
Cao Du was shocked and roared again.
It's just that the guards didn't notice either. In just a moment, more than half of the internal energy in their spiritual palace had been consumed.
When he heard Cao Du's shocking reminder and tried to defend himself, he suddenly felt a sense of weakness rushing into his heart.
The sudden emptiness in the soles of their feet and the sudden lack of internal energy caused big problems in the flow of Qi of the four of them in an instant.
There is another huge difference between geniuses and ordinary people, and that is their fighting consciousness in the face of danger.
The more geniuses are, the more powerful they can be in the battle between life and death, while ordinary people will become dull and weak due to fear when facing crises.
Whether it is these sixth-level monks or Cao Dujing, who is already at the spiritual level, it is actually the same. They have practiced step by step and slowly reached this point by relying on the accumulation of time and treasures.
That's why they didn't discover their own problems, and that's why they were in desperate situation when faced with sudden changes!
"Rumble..."
A roar sounded, and endless dust flew up.
Almost at the same time as the dust flew up, the figures of the four guards all flew out upside down.
It's just that there is no place on their bodies that has been cut by the strong wind, and even each of them is still staring in confusion.
A chubby figure appeared where they had just stood, and an even stronger wind swirled around him.
Wind magic spirit——Tang Fengyin!
