Under the leadership of Luo Fudi, the nine thousand Penglai Alliance monks were all seriously injured and raised their weapons high.
"Kill!"
"Follow Junior Brother Luo and kill all these demons!"
In an instant, the dazzling techniques and attribute powers were overwhelming.
The remaining 13,000 hostile monks were completely helpless under the counterattack led by Luo Fudi.
Luo Fu, Xiao Gu, and Xiao Cang were at the forefront.
Fang Qingxue's nine thousand monks united vertically and horizontally to surround and suppress the enemies, never letting anyone go.
After just a cup of tea.
The scene returned to calm.
Mountains of corpses and rivers of blood!
A Penglai Divine Sect disciple rushed to Luo Fu excitedly, clasped his hands in his fists and said, "Junior Brother Luo!"
"Of the 50,000 hostile monks who practiced pseudo-demon skills, not a single one survived and they have been completely wiped out!"
As soon as this statement came out.
The morale of all Penglai Alliance monks in the audience was greatly boosted, and they cheered loudly.
Luo Fu nodded and said, "It's not over yet."
"There is another person who needs to come back."
"It's not over yet?" Fang Qingxue was startled: "Who else is there?"
Luo Fu didn't answer.
He raised his right hand high to the sky, disbanding the Nine Heavens Killing God Sword Formation in the sky.
Among them, the God of Five Elements is the main sword, the God of Wind and Thunder is the main sword, and the God of Time and Space is the main sword, and they will automatically return to the Nine Heavens Spiritual Palace.
However, the main sword of the God of Samsara was caught by Luo Fu and held in his hand.
Luo Fu narrowed his starry eyes and said, "It hasn't been too long yet, there's still time."
Everyone was confused when they heard this.
What's too late?
The next moment.
Luo Fu raised the sword of the God of Samsara high to the sky.
Follow your thoughts.
From the main sword of the God of Samsara, the attributes of death and light burst out with strange divine power!
Light rules the world.
And death, dominates life and soul!
Light, and the attribute of death, spread out at the same time, laying out a huge net.
Everyone looked up and saw it in shock.
Between the sky and the earth covered by the huge net, there seemed to be some kind of small lights like fireflies, gathering in patches.
"Ah, is it a soul fragment?" Duan Jinxiu asked in surprise.
Dongfang Nanyuan shook his head solemnly: "No, it can no longer be called fragments, but soul powder!"
"Fellow Daoist Luo is...reuniting someone's soul!?"
After a while!
After those countless soul powders merged together.
A complete, translucent, soul body was formed!
When they saw the appearance of that soul, all the monks in the room gasped: "Wan Tianhao!?"
It is Wan Tianhao!
Luo Fu used the Divine Sword of Samsara to collect the destroyed Wan Tianhao again and reorganize his soul!
This is one of the terrifying abilities of the Samsara God's Master Sword.
As long as a person's soul has not been annihilated for too long, it can be reorganized by the Master Sword of the God of Samsara.
The nine thousand monks present were all shocked and speechless by this horrific scene.
Fang Qingxue stared at Luo Fu in shock, as if looking at a stranger: "Reorganizing the soul, this is the power of God!"
In the sky.
At this moment, Wan Tianhao's soul after being reorganized was in a trance and confusion.
"He" lowered his head, with an expression on his face as if he had been stunned.
Xiao Cang came to Luo Fu and whispered: "Master, he was tortured so severely by the Hundred Thousand Sword Spirits during his lifetime that his consciousness was somewhat unclear."
After torture, people will be in a state of confusion, and so will their souls.
"Wan Tianhao." Luo Fu stared at Wan Tianhao's soul quietly.
It seems that Luo Fu's voice has become the most critical point in awakening Wan Tianhao's fighting spirit!
The confused Wan Tianhao's face suddenly became nervous the moment he heard Luo Fu's voice!
"Luo Fu!?"
Wan Tianhao raised his head suddenly, stared at Luo Fu in panic, and said hurriedly: "You, you saved me?"
"Luo Fu, do you want to give me a chance to be reincarnated?"
"Please Luo Fu, I will definitely behave well!"
No way! ?
The nine thousand monks all looked at Luo Fu with disbelief.
Although no one dared to question it.
But everyone has the same question in their hearts.
Luo Fu, are you really going to be merciful to Wan Tianhao?
The next moment.
Na Luo Fu looked indifferent and said to Wan Tianhao, "I want to give you another chance."
"But, it's a chance to atone again."
"Haha, one death is too cheap for you."
"What!?" Luo Fu's words shocked Wan Tianhao!
Immediately afterwards.
Luo Fu raised his leg and kicked Wan Tianhao's soul directly into the Taihuang Prisoner's Scroll.
"Get in there and endure the pain of ten thousand swords piercing the soul ten thousand times!"
"Give me, die ten thousand times!"
Luo Fu's words made Wan Tianhao's face reveal endless despair, as if facing an abyss!
Wan Tianhao, who was flying upside down, was extremely panicked and scratched the air in vain with his hands.
However, how can a mere soul resist the attraction of the Taihuang prisoner scroll?
In Wan Tianhao's expression of helplessness, panic, and despair.
His soul was inhaled by the Taihuang Prisoner Divine Scroll!
Wan Tianhao never dreamed that Luo Fu would reshape his soul not to save him, but to make him endure even more painful purgatory torture!
Wan Tianhao disappeared into the Baizhang Mountain.
In the huge scene, the nine thousand monks were all trembling, and their eyes looking at Luo Fu were full of fear.
The leading monks stared at Luo Fu's back with solemn expressions.
"What a ruthless man who is true to his word!" Duanmu Yunfeng gritted his teeth, and the expression on his face was so excited that he couldn't control himself: "I like him so much! I fucking love him!"
Fang Qingxue waved her arms in relief: "Luo Fu, well done! Well done!"
"This is how a man should take revenge, and there must be no half-heartedness!"
call……
Luo Fu breathed out slowly.
The battle is over.
The fighting spirit in his heart also relaxed.
next moment.
In the eyes of countless people, Luo Fu can be called the biggest backer. Invincible Luo Fu, defeat Luo Fu!
It turned out to be...
He closed his eyes, turned his head toward the ground, and fell down.
"Junior Brother Luo!?"
"Fellow Taoist Luo Fu!?"
The nine thousand monks were shocked.
This scene made them unexpected.
Fang Qingxue, with quick eyes and quick hands, hugged Luo Fu in her arms.
Looking at Luo Fu's old face from a close distance.
Fang Qingxue couldn't help but feel a little sour in her heart.
How much price did this man pay to save them?
Fang Qingxue suddenly raised her head, looked at the girl in black skirt who had turned into a human form, and asked hurriedly: "What's wrong with him?"
Xiao Cang sighed slowly and looked gloomy: "Master, he tried hard to use the God Refining Realm technique, but suffered a backlash."
"This time, I will at least lose my master's...hundred years of life."
Lose a hundred years of life?
Fang Qingxue was shocked: "So serious!?"
The nine thousand monks also had red eyes.
Live a hundred years and lose a hundred years of life.
It's not the same thing as being forced to burn out a hundred years of life overnight.
It is equivalent to the difference between running a thousand miles in ten days and running a thousand miles in one hour.
The damage it causes to the body is immeasurable.
At this time, Duan Jinxiu's expression suddenly changed and she said in surprise: "No, I feel that Fellow Daoist Luo's realm is slowly regressing!"
"If he continues at this rate, he will return to the ninth level of the Palace God at dawn!"
"Hell, is the cost of losing a hundred years of Yangshou so high?"
Fang Qingxue became anxious, stared at Xiao Cang and said, "You must know what to do, right?"
"Say it quickly!"
Damage to the body and cultivation is equal to death in the dangerous Great Secret Territory!
Xiao Cang narrowed his eyes: "I really thought of a way. There once was a man named Dao Qingzi, and he also..."
With that said, Xiao Cang took away the Master Sword of Samsara God from Luo Fu.
With a solemn expression, he scanned the crowd with his eyes: "If you want to save the master, you need to use this sword to take away the Yangshou of outsiders and use it to heal the wounds."
"But... Yang Shou cannot take it away by force, it must be voluntary."
As soon as I heard there was a solution.
Fang Qingxue's eyes flashed, and she was the first to speak: "I'll do it. Just take as much as you want!"
"Here I come!" Duan Jinxiu stepped forward: "Fellow Daoist Luo was injured because he was trying to save us. I, Duan Jinxiu, take my Yang Shou!"
"Fuck me!" Dongfang Nanyuan tore open his front, revealing his broad chest: "Strike me to death, drain me dry, as long as you can save Fellow Daoist Luo!"
"Smoke me!"
"Smoke me!"
"Come and whip me!"
In an instant, the silent monks stepped out of the queue one after another and faced Luo Fu with their determined chests raised.
None of the nine thousand monks flinched!
Xiao Cang was moved in his heart and hurriedly clasped his fists: "You have misunderstood. It is not about holding a person down and beating him to death."
"Nine thousand Taoist friends, each of them can contribute a little bit of Yangshou."
The Samsara God's Master Sword is a God-level weapon. It is extremely powerful and can be used flexibly.
Hearing this, Fang Qingxue hurriedly said: "Then there's no need to be afraid! Hurry up, don't delay!"
Xiao Cang held the Master Sword of Samsara God and took a deep look at Luo Fu: "Master, Xiao Cang has no choice but to do this!"
After saying this, he shouted in his heart: "The Samsara Sword Spirit will temporarily transfer the right to use the Divine Master Sword to me."
In the master sword, the voice of the sword spirit entered Xiao Cang's mind: "The master is not dead, and he has not let his subordinates go free. Please forgive me for this."
The sword spirit is not unwilling, but unable.
Whoever identifies the owner of the weapon will own the sword spirit.
Xiao Cang said: "I will forcibly usurp the right to use this sword. I have only one request from you."
"Don't resist, this is to save the master!"
Sword Spirit said: "Okay."
Xiao Cang has innate control over the world's weapons.
In an instant, Xiao Cang seized the right to use the Samsara Divine Sword.
With the connivance of the Samsara Sword Spirit, the right to use this sword was temporarily occupied by Xiao Cang.
The next moment, Xiao Cang held the Master Sword of Samsara God and pointed it at the crowd.
The power of death enveloped the nine thousand monks.
Under the premise that they voluntarily let go of their vitality, the endless vitality was slowly withdrawn...
And this vitality was transferred to its true master, Luo Fu, through the Samsara Sword Spirit.
Two hours later.
When the first ray of dawn fills the earth.
Luo Fu, who was sitting in Xiao Cang's arms, slowly opened his eyes.
The old look on his face has returned to his youthful appearance.
the first thing.
Luo Fu glanced at the nine thousand alliance monks.
Then he saw that the nine thousand people were meditating collectively, with their eyes closed.
"Master, you're awake." Xiao Cang breathed a sigh of relief.
Luo Fu was thoughtful, feeling his own vitality, and then glanced at the Master Sword of Samsara God next to him.
He sighed helplessly: "How much did you smoke?"
Xiao Cang said: "You have lost a hundred years of Yangshou. If you want to restore it, it will take twice as much."
Luo Fu said: "What I'm asking is, how much was smoked!"
Xiao Cang quietly stuck out his tongue: "I was originally going to draw two hundred years of Yangshou, but this time I accidentally smoked too much, and I drew a thousand years."
"The remaining eight hundred years of Yangshou's vitality is stored in the Master Sword of the God of Samsara."
Luo Fu smiled bitterly: "Accidentally?"
Xiao Gu was playing handstand on the side and muttered: "Oh Lord Silver, what if you want to use the Infinite Sword Soul again in the future!"
"Just pump more, you won't be able to kill them anyway."
Luo Fu was speechless.
At this time, not far away, a monk from the Nanhai Zundian slowly opened a pair of dark circles: "My lord, how come it feels like I experienced a month's hard work in just one moment."
"I've only been beaten for so long, and I'm so tired."
"Then Luo Fu was burned for a hundred years. How did he hold on and fight until the last moment?"
