Chapter 339 The Darkness of Falling Rain and Wild Streams (Part 2)
This group of the most elite monks in the Huayu Realm in the entire Five Continents gathered on the dilapidated ruins.
The dark night and the raging evil puppets surrounded them. They were as long as the pouring rain, so long that it seemed that it would never end.
And in the center of the ruins, there is a crazy giant snake imprisoned.
It held its head high, and its eyelids covered with three-yuan purple gold made its snake eyes look weird and alluring.
It just stared indifferently at the holy white snake that was strangled by it, watching her life gradually pass away under its control.
Ji Xueruo was strangled to the point where her eyes suddenly bulged, and she whimpered in pain. But she still tried her best to resist the absolute suppression of power and the suppression of blood coming from her body.
Her unyielding made Qi Snake even more angry. Qi Snake had been waiting for thousands of years. Through White Snake's eyes, it could see many things, such as the snake tribe thousands of miles away that was moving toward rejuvenation step by step.
That despicable group of people that should never exist.
To it, these 'subjects' are thieves who have stolen power, and it will never admit that they are its descendants. On the contrary, it will swim directly from the South China Sea to Japan after dealing with the weak white snake in front of it, and catch all those evil girls in one fell swoop.
It will become an immortal dragon, and its offspring will have no meaning for an immortal god.
Thinking of this, it almost couldn't help but increase the strength of the restraint, but it still held back.
If you want to activate the blood in this white snake, you must take your time. Being too anxious will only make her a dead snake before she wakes up. Then the trace of dragon blood passed into the white snake's body will be completely lost. Such a loss It is unacceptable to it.
Long Chiyu looked away. She couldn't quite understand the reason why the snake demon was ravaged by the wild python, but she knew that the girl was about to die.
She should be with him...
Even when she sent him away, this girl was by his side, and she was still so reluctant to leave her when they parted.
Long Chiyu didn't know why she observed so carefully. She had never been a person who liked to meddle in other people's business.
But she was really dying.
But Long Chiyu couldn't even think of rescuing her. She had no time to care about the disaster of the giant snake behind her. The steady stream of evil in front of her had exhausted her physically and mentally.
Many people even silently thanked the white snake demon for its efforts, even though they did not know Ji Xueruo's name. In their opinion, it was this snake demon that used his own life to hold back the giant snake for them, preventing them from falling into a desperate situation where they were attacked from both sides.
Zi Xun and Sihan wanted to save 'Ji Lingruo', but they couldn't get close to the giant snake that looked like a snake god. The previous coercion of the Three Yuan Purple Gold actually came from its body. When it was sleeping, it made it difficult for the geniuses to move forward, and after it woke up, no one could get close to it.
"Save me! Save me!"
A tragic cry for help resounded through the rainy night. It was a monk from Bei Aozhou who fell from the ruins due to loss of strength.
Long Chiyu, like other Bei Aozhou monks, immediately prepared to set off for rescue, but everyone stopped after a brief hesitation. Although the monks from Bei Aozhou have always been famous for their extremely xenophobic and united character, so much so that they are notorious as "country barbarians" in the eyes of people from other continents, they still watch helplessly as their compatriots are raped. Swallowed by the tide.
Because going down means never coming up again, this ruins made of huge rubble is the barrier they can't live without.
The disciple who called for help had a hand pierced through his body, and then he was lifted up and torn into two pieces. His head got stuck in the evil puppet's hand, so the evil puppet rushed forward and twisted his head off like dough.
He didn't close his eyes until he died, and Long Chiyu clearly saw the look in his eyes, which was more complicated than the most complicated classics Long Chiyu had ever read. So many emotions were wrapped in it, as if they were all transmitted to her through looking at each other, giving her a feeling of powerlessness that was almost suffocating.
This scene will definitely become a nightmare that those who witness it will never forget for the rest of their lives. Of course, this is not an unfortunate thing, but a fortunate thing.
Because their life is short and it will be over soon.
Bei Aozhou, who is accustomed to working together, has suffered the least losses among the forces guarding the four directions in the ruins of Sanyuan Mountain. Even the Xuanxiao Sect, which was running for help, had several deaths.
Death not only shakes the morale of the military, but also makes this makeshift iron barrel leak everywhere.
Fu Heng held the dying Duanmu Jin. He couldn't even feel sadness because the sadness had been exhausted and turned into numbness.
Duanmujin is the one who kills the most evil among all people. He finally understood his sword intention in the endless battle with the evil puppets, but this sword intention can only be used once.
This is in line with his original intention of learning swordsmanship. Ancient myths say that the world was split by a great god named Pangu. He was yearning for it, and from then on his ambition was to swing a sword that would open up the world. The Eighth Elder likes this kind of domineering attitude, because most people are only domineering towards others, but there are few such pure and reckless men who can't stand the heaven and the earth.
The Eighth Elder had high hopes for this disciple, and Duanmu Jin did not disappoint his teacher's expectations. His sword defeated the evil tide in the east by more than a hundred meters, and the gully created by the collapse of the ground became a natural obstacle for the evil tide to advance again.
It's a pity that such arrogant sword intent cost him his life.
"Tell me... Master... about my sword..."
Duanmujin held Fu Heng's forearm, and he breathed his last completely after saying these last words.
He clearly looks like a high-spirited young man, but what he does is the tricks of a desperate man at the end of his rope.
Fu Heng closed his eyes for him and sighed in his heart:
"If I could go back..."
Even he, by this point, no longer had any hope of living.
He trusted the taciturn blind junior brother. When he went back to hand in a mission, he was shocked when he saw the numerous achievements belonging to the Son of God in the merit book. In the past six months, the Son of God had not failed in dozens of missions, no matter how terrible evil spirits he faced. .
But he felt that he probably wouldn't be able to survive until the Son of God ended this trial.
This group of living monks is very powerful, but they can't help but there are too many evil waves, and they can't be killed at all. Even cutting off the limbs or heads of evil puppets cannot stop them. They can even revive by picking up other people's heads and placing them on their necks.
Fu Heng somehow had the illusion that the hundreds of uninvited people who were put into the island were simply consumables prepared by True Immortal Zhengyang.
It is natural for a well-deserved genius to suppress two or three people of the same realm, but a genius who wants to defeat five, six or even more people of the same realm is like a rarity.
"I told you that the waste you will pass on to that condensing water realm is destined to die!"
Tong Hui's face was ferocious, and there were several bleeding holes on his body. The reason that made him so angry was not that he was injured himself, but that the monks from Nanyang Continent suffered the most tragic death.
It's not that the monks in Nanyang Continent are weak, but the ruins in the south are the shortest and most difficult to defend.
"How can you expect him to save us?! You guys are really crazy! Hope can only be held in your own hands!!"
The fighting sounds of the monks in Nanyangzhou could not be heard. Tong Hui was fed up with it all, and he roared:
"Nanyangzhou monk, listen to the order! Follow me and fight out!"
"Tong Hui! If you want to die, don't take your own people with you!" Fu Heng lowered his voice and shouted to Tong Hui. If Tong Hui left, the entire southern defense line would be lost, and the hope of survival would be even slimmer.
But Tong Hui just looked back at him, gritted his teeth and said:
"I want to save them!"
Fu Heng was speechless immediately after hearing this. He was unable to refute Tong Hui's words. The probability of staying here and surviving is actually the same as the probability of rushing into the evil tide and fighting out of the siege, both are zero.
He didn't try to stay because he felt he wasn't qualified.
The imminent departure of Tong Hui and Nanyangzhou monks has shaken the morale of the remaining monks even more. They are also hesitating, should they stick to it or fight for it?
But at this moment, these stupid evil puppets suddenly launched a more violent charge! There were even situations where they were pulling and stepping on each other, as if they had received some irresistible order and the ruins must be leveled immediately!
Tong Hui was stunned immediately. Facing such a violent evil puppet, he even lost the courage to enter it.
Fu Heng frowned. He looked at the appearance of these evil puppets and murmured:
"They... seem to be afraid of something..."
Hearing this, Tong Hui murmured in a low voice, "We are all going to die..."
One moment he was full of confidence, and the next moment his face was ashen. If there is someone behind the evil tide that scares all the evil puppets, then their death is a foregone conclusion.
He stretched his eyes far away and stared at the end of the dark rainy night. Suddenly, a flash of fire caught his attention.
The flames poured out wantonly in the rain, a faint vibration came from the earth, and a soul-shattering roar came from far away.
Someone recognized what it was from a distance, "That's a fire armadillo!!"
"It's over, it's really over..."
Some people completely gave up hope and sat down on the ground. The person who spoke was actually the little saint son who had always been very low-key.
His sense of existence shouldn't be so low, but he was seriously injured after the battle with the Fire Armadillo, and it's been a struggle to survive until now. Because of this, he is the one who knows the power of the Fire Armadillo the most among all people.
Others fell under his influence and even forgot to defend themselves against the evil puppets trying to climb up the ruins.
Despair filled the ruins, but Fu Heng was not infected by the despair, because he knew that the direction of the evil tide that mutated first was the direction that You Su left!
"There's someone up there!"
Sihan saw a figure of the Fire Armadillo!
Her cave is full of Shenminggu Qingcao, a spiritual herb with clear eyesight. When she first met You Su, Zi Xun used this herb to trick You Su into going to her cave. But in fact, she didn't even know that at that time This herb is not grown. Later, she searched for seeds and cultivated them carefully, and transplanted many spiritual herbs with similar functions into her own medicinal fields. Over time, her own eyesight became extraordinary!
"Human?!"
Everyone repeated Sihan's cry in disbelief.
"He is the one who came to save us! We are saved!"
Hope is instantly ignited by this approaching fire.
"Why is it You Su..."
Sihan saw the owner of that figure clearly, and she muttered to herself in astonishment.
"What?! Why is it him?!"
But many people still heard her whisper, and Tong Hui was so angry that his eyes were staring, and the newly ignited hope turned into boundless anger:
"We put all our hopes on him! He actually turned back in vain because of fear! This waste!"
In his view, this was not a savior at all, but the final word on the fate of death.
You Su's return means that the inheritance has not been brought to the end, and the constant ups and downs of mood have made everyone feel numb.
You Su rode a fire-breathing beast more than ten meters long and rushed towards him with thunderous momentum. He looked like a god in mythical stories who brought fire to the cold world, or like a life-threatening demon covered in will-o'-the-wisps in hell.
The speed was so fast that everyone in the ruins had no chance to avoid it. In other words, they are surrounded by enemies and cannot avoid it.
"Is he here to save us? Or is he here to kill us?" Zi Xun asked dreamily.
She no longer had the energy to think about the reason why You Su turned back. The young man's temperament made her feel a little strange. Like everyone else, she couldn't tell the purpose of the young man's return, nor could he distinguish between good and evil.
"He came to save her."
Sihan's eyes suddenly became firm, as if she was convinced of this.
Fu Heng's mind was spinning rapidly. He didn't understand You Su, but he believed in You Su.
There are not many people who know about You Su's achievements, and he is one of them who is willing to look for it. When you know all that, it's hard not to believe that he can do it all. That's why when fighting for the Three Yuan Purple Gold, as a Ningshui Perfectionist, he would take the lead as a Green Leaf in the Ningshui Lower Realm.
"Everyone separate! Let him pass!!"
Fu Heng roared, then picked up Duanmu Jin who was lying on the ground and rushed to both sides.
Following his order, everyone immediately woke up and took action.
While running away, Sihan finally saw clearly Yousu who was standing on top of the fire armadillo. He was cold and expressionless, and his face looked as ugly as a person crawling out of a coffin.
The fire armadillo jumped ten meters high in front of the ruins, spraying scorching flames from its mouth.
His target was indeed that invincible snake!
Sihan wiped away the rainwater that fell on her face, and suddenly smelled a trace of blood from her palms.
She didn't bleed, so whose blood was it?
Under the reflection of the firelight, the raindrops in the sky also turned orange-red, but Sihan was keenly aware that some of them were a darker red.
Did he still come to save her after losing so much blood along the way?
Sihan thought blankly, for some reason, she was so envious of the white snake that was about to suffocate.
A tear fell down her cheek along with the rain, "But you can't save her..."
……
Outside the Immortal Island, Immortal Zhengyang slowly opened his eyes in the heavy rain.
He glanced at the monks who were holding back under him with his eyes as bright as the sun, suddenly spread his hands and said with a smile:
"Since you want to see it, let me show you the final battle of this trial..."
(End of chapter)