Elder Wu and True Lord Wuji had very little spiritual power left due to the consumption of attacks over time.
His face was pale and without any blood, and he had no idea how to continue to maintain his current predicament.
Just take out the snacks and continuously absorb and replenish the spiritual energy to maintain high-intensity spiritual energy operation attack.
He could only sustain a short attack, and his body was already extremely weak.
Even though True Lord Wuji, who is the True Lord of Nascent Soul, was unable to subdue the soul-devouring insect due to his speed disadvantage.
The eyes were constantly corroding the flesh and blood on their bodies, giving birth to many bugs, which grew rapidly.
This was difficult for them to guard against, especially Mo Yuheng who was in a critical period when he was setting up the formation.
If it weren't for the protection of the two of them, it would have been eaten up by the soul-eating insects.
The two of them were anxious, turning their heads from time to time to see if Mo Yuheng's formation was ready?
It's a pity that they still couldn't wait until Mo Yuheng's formation was set up, because the body couldn't bear the high-intensity spiritual power.
His whole body shook violently, and Elder Wu fell slowly from mid-air with the last attack. A huge insect quickly sprayed out ink and covered the opponent's body.
Elder Wu only felt severe pain, and his body was unable to resist Mo Yuheng, who had a face of despair and placed his hope on Mo Yuheng, who was constantly arranging formations: "Girl, I believe you can succeed."
Sure enough, Mo Yuheng lived up to expectations.
Using both hands, powerful mysterious ancient fonts slowly circled up from the body and rose into the sky.
Blocking everything within a 1 kilometer radius, countless spiritual powers were continuously drained away.
Noticing something was wrong, the soul-devouring insect's ferocious mouth rushed over and wanted to kill Mo Yuheng without hesitation.
It's a pity that they arrived a step too late. How could Mo Yuheng give them a chance to survive?
Everything is in his hands, and the formation has become a powerful force of merit that is continuously input and becomes the cornerstone of operation.
Dots of silvery white light made the entire formation look dazzling.
It happened to be night at the moment, so the whole place seemed very bright.
Some Jindan and Foundation-building monks who were originally in charge of the mine were shocked when they discovered this scene.
Pointing to a very bright place: "That's not the direction Zhenjun Wuji and the others are going."
One of the old men had a bad premonition in his heart and immediately stood up from the futon: "You are right, that direction is the direction where True Lord Wuji left. Things are conflicting, and we must rush over to help."
"yes……"
The Jindan monk in front of him was a very prestigious person on the scene. Everyone nodded and rose into the sky one after another, heading out of the formation.
I was extremely anxious in my heart, hoping that they would wait until it was too late.
All the spiritual energy was drained out at once, and True Monarch Wuji could no longer maintain flying in mid-air.
Falling down all of a sudden, Mo Yuheng was very fast and immediately grabbed True Lord Wuji and then came to Elder Wu who had soul-eating insects on his body.
Feeling guilty: "Elder Wu, I'm sorry, I'm a step late."
Elder Wu had already fallen into the sea and was floated up. His body was covered with soul-eating insects and he was unable to recover.
With a faint smile on his face: "I'm fine. I'm half buried in the earth when I'm old. There's no need to feel sad when I no longer care about life and death."
Mo Yuheng's throat was blocked and his nose was sore. He spoke first and smiled.
He slowly stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the old face of the old man in front of him again.
"Elder Wu..."
"Girl, don't come near me."
Elder Wu shouted anxiously.
Mo Yuheng's hand remained in mid-air, trembling slightly.
"Elder Wu..."
Even the shouting voice had a nasal sound.
"Girl, it's not your fault, it's my fate."
Elder Wu laughed, feeling relieved that he was not afraid of death at all.
"No, I don't believe in fate. Fate should be in your own hands, not the elusive way of heaven."
Mo Yuheng's emotional breakdown shouldn't be because he wanted to go against the will of heaven.
He ignored those soul-devouring insects with their teeth and claws, because they had no spiritual energy to support them.
One by one, the yellow ones shriveled up and fell from the sky into the sea, becoming shriveled octopuses.
Even if there is water, there is no way for them to replenish it, they are as fluttering as a piece of paper.
Zhenjun Wuji, who was waiting aside, stretched out his hand and released a stream of flames, burning everything.
"Elder Wu, don't worry, I'm here."
True Monarch Wuji gave a guarantee that the spiritual inheritance will never be cut off.
They understand each other's thoughts.
No matter how difficult it is to find the inheritor, he will still look for it.
This is respect and commitment to the old man in front of him, and he will definitely do it.
I feel very sad that another figure from the older generation is about to die.
Time flies so fast, and in the blink of an eye, things are different and people are different.
Just like the elder Wu in front of him, he hurriedly looked up to the sky with tears in his eyes, looking at the sky full of wind and rain, with chaotic spiritual energy hitting each other against the formation barrier.
The strong wind howled as if it was crying about the passing of a new life, and the dark clouds in the sky were rolling.
Countless figures came towards this direction one after another to learn the news, and all of them stood there with great sadness in their hearts to greet the old man's departure.
But after hearing what Mo Yuheng said, I didn't believe in fate.
These few words of Dao have made countless cultivators dissatisfied. Cultivation of immortals is an act that goes against heaven. Why should they believe in the fate that Heaven has decreed for them?
Mo Yuheng clenched his hands into fists and watched helplessly as Elder Wu's lightly made-up body attracted countless auras and slowly dissipated.
Even if I tried to reach out and grab it, I couldn't. It stayed frozen in mid-air.
Feeling empty, could this be it?
Mo Yuheng's eyes were confused.
"Yu Heng, please express your condolences. Elder Wu has left. This is something that none of us can control. My last wish is to continue spiritual practice."
"Let spiritual practice never cease."
Mo Yuheng muttered to himself, and the people behind him were filled with grief.
Everyone watched the other person leave with tears, maybe they would grow old like him or die from injuries in the future.
Because of this, even the immortal cultivators cannot escape their fate.
"Elder Wu, if you want to pass on the inheritance, come back and find it yourself. I will never go to spiritual cultivation."
Everyone was shocked when they heard this and looked at him with condemning eyes.
Even an old man didn't want to help fulfill his last wish.
"Yuheng."
When Zhenjun Wuji saw the expressions on everyone's faces, most of them were sternly complaining about Mo Yuheng's inappropriate behavior.
Because how can the dead come back?
This is not the pain of a knife stabbing into everyone's heart.
Mo Yuheng ignored Zhenjun Wuji's reminder and ignored the indignation of those behind him.
What does the happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy of others have to do with him?
He just wants the old man who always gives him guidance with a smile to return. He likes to drink and talk.
He pursed his lips tightly and slowly took out the token from his space.
The word "underworld" is engraved on it.
