After he held the monster firmly, the monster struggled hard. Then Nalan Fengjin heard the sound of bones breaking.
With his body shattered and his soul severely damaged, Nalan Fengjin knew very well that he would not be able to save this monk no matter what. She could only watch helplessly as the monk used his last strength and sacrificed his own soul. With a bang, the monk's body exploded, along with the monster's body. There was red blood and black blood. The liquid turned into a patch of interlaced rain and fell on the snow-white ground. . .
Nalan Fengjin's fists clenched tighter and tighter. She looked at her master: "This time, I can't listen to you."
The sound of the spell sounded from Nalan Fengjin's mouth. Old Man Xuanxue heard that it was the voice of summons. Old Man Xuanxue knew her temper well and did not stop her this time. As Nalan Fengjin's voice became louder and louder, the voice became louder and louder. Coming more and more urgently, the sound of phoenixes finally came from the sky, and a pair of phoenixes came facing the wind.
Nalan Fengjin changed the spell, which means protection.
The phoenix hovered over the battlefield, and the golden light fell on the unknown mage and the others. The injured body began to heal, the severely wounded soul began to recover, and the situation on the battlefield began to reverse at this moment.
Nalan Fengjin knew how terrifying the Juechen he had to face was. He had no way to consume too much spiritual energy. He could only use this method to protect and help these friends who were fighting for him. . .
Nalan Fengjin looked anxiously at the people setting up the formation, when will the Heaven-Destroying Evil-Destroying Formation be completed? I regretted it. If I didn't use this formation, it would be faster. But without this formation, it seems that they have no chance of winning against these perverted monsters of the Wing Clan.
Even under the cover of the Phoenix Light, the monks inevitably suffered casualties.
"Master, how long will it take before I can only watch like this?" Nalan Fengjin asked.
"Yes." Xuan Xuelao spit out one word. Then he continued: "Here it comes." As he spoke, old man Xuanxue pointed lightly. Following his movements, snowflakes gently slipped from his hair. Nalan Fengjin followed his finger and saw a drop of it. Bright red tears fell from the eyes of the fighting Arhat.
Does this come from the Buddha’s inner compassion for the human world?
The battlefield finally began to boil at this moment, and the monks in the battlefield began to change. Nalan Fengjin saw the bodies of Jingsi and Jinghua beside him begin to tremble. Nalan Fengjin knew that this battle that cost lives was finally over. arrival.
In the gray sky, golden streams of light with Buddhist colors danced all over the sky and fell on each of the monks, instantly blending into their bodies.
Behind everyone appeared a small, faint, blurry King Kong figure.
"Ah" after gaining strength, the soldiers began to shout. It was an explosion that had been suppressed for a long time. The most intense collision only started from now on.
The howling wind didn't know when it stopped, leaving only scattered snowflakes falling in the sky.
The gray sky mixed with strange red colors always feels like the hell in your imagination, desolate and silent, with loneliness and a little cruelty mixed in it.
Time passed so long under the cruel and fierce collision, every minute and every second.
Sacrifice has long been inevitable. The fallen soldiers, the corpses stained with blood on the snow, and the doctors injured by the secret transfer technique are still sitting cross-legged at the end, but their heads that are as low as sleeping clearly tell everyone that they have tried their best. .
Nalan Fengjin's grief became deeper and deeper. Looking at the scattered snowflakes, he felt that they were also crying. He gently and softly covered the warrior who fell on the ground with a snow-white quilt.
The altar on the other side of Li Shang has begun to take shape, and the sounds of the dozen or so cultivators have reached the end of chanting the incantation. Under the incantation, black energy is gathering rapidly.
"Resentments are gathering. That's it." Nalan Fengjin muttered.
The blood on the battlefield is filled with the violence of the battlefield. The combination of resentment and negative aura will make those who are affected become extremely crazy.
Nalan Xuyan, who was on the side, also understood, and couldn't help but sarcastically said: "It's so shameless to act like this and falsely claim that you are a descendant of the Chongming Bird."
The old man Xuanxue on the side shook his snow-white robe and took a step forward. Many cultivators behind him stood up one after another, "It's finally our turn." The chess, calligraphy and painting players behind him also stood up.
Old Man Xuanxue looked at Qinqi, calligraphy and painting and said, "Before the Heaven-Destroying Evil-Destroying Formation is formed, I rely on you to protect it."
"Don't worry." The leader of Qinqi, Calligraphy and Painting responded.
The wind blew again, and old man Xuanxue squinted at the snowflakes that were beginning to drift towards the north again in the sky, and said softly: "Girl, I'm going."
"Master." Nalan Fengjin's throat rolled, and he could only say this. This sentence "Master" is worth a thousand words.
"Hahaha." He laughed, and then looked at Nalan Fengjin, the kindness in his eyes returned. He put his hand on her shoulder and said, "My little girl has grown up. The thing that Master is most proud of in this life is I have a grandson like you and a disciple like you.”
"Let's go." He put the wine bottle into Nalan Fengjin's hand: "Keep it safe for me. If we come back alive, we, grandfather and grandson, will get drunk."
Nalan Fengjin held the wine bottle and watched the old man Xuanxue walk away step by step.
