Shi Yu felt like a tiny bit of dust floating in the void, and the Illusion Sect in front of her was getting farther and farther away from her, and finally turned into a drop of water, blending into the long river of time and becoming one of them.
"You are injured." The fat cat's voice sounded, and the next moment, Shi Yu returned to the space of the Immortal Palace.
There is no punishment for disrupting the order of time and space. Shi Yu is already covered in blood at this moment. Fortunately, her constitution is special, and the wounds on her body begin to heal after entering the Immortal Palace.
"Thank you just now." What happened just now only happened in a moment. If the fat cat had not appeared in time, I was afraid she would have caused a big mess.
Shi Yu felt a different feeling. The time around him suddenly accelerated and the figure of the master disappeared quickly. The plants and trees in the Illusion Sect only flourished in an instant.
She flew to the Forgetful Valley, and the Forgetful Valley changed all the time, and the other gardens had already disappeared. Turning around, she saw Senior Huanfusheng practicing in seclusion at the bottom of the pond, and Huan Yong changed from immature to mature, and seemed to be able to stand alone.
"Huanyong!" Shi Yu shouted at him. She struggled hard, hoping that time would pass slowly so that she could say something.
I don’t know if her struggle had worked, but time really stopped for a moment, but Shi Yu still couldn’t touch him. He could only watch him kneel in front of the sect leader and begged to go down the mountain: “Now the monsters outside the sect are in trouble, the creatures are in trouble. The sect can ignore it, but the disciples cannot ignore it. Teacher, the disciples are not practicing for living in a corner and fearing death!”
The sect leader looked at him, his cold face was not moved at all, "As a descendant of the Illusion Sect, you should stay in the sect."
Huan Yong's eyes suddenly turned red, "Because the disciple is the descendant of the sect, he must shrink in the sect and allow the monsters to slaughter the human race? Then, please ask the teacher to take back this successor order."
As he said, he knelt in front of the sect leader, took the Qingjin Ling respectfully and placed it on the ground, and then kowtowed three times to the sect leader, without turning around and leaving.
Shi Yu wanted to hold him, but the picture around him turned around. Huan Yong, who was stained with blood, stood on the wasteland. The corners of his mouth were bleeding, and the blood stained the jade flute on his mouth red, but the sound of the flute never stopped. The green vines on the wasteland danced wildly with the sound of flute, dragging the monsters he was chasing, and the whole wasteland was full of fighting.
"No..." Shi Yu was trembling all over. She could see that Huan Yong was already exhausted. If he held on like this, once his sea of ​​consciousness collapsed, he would be completely useless.
However, Huan Yong could not hear her voice at all. Not only did he not stop, but his soul was even more irritated and directed the demon vines to harvest the lives of the monsters, just like a desperate bet before his death.
"No..." Shi Yu could only watch him go crazy for the last time.
"Puff!" Before the song was finished, Huan Yong spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his originally flushed face instantly turned into gold paper. The surrounding plants stopped dancing the moment the flute sound stopped. Then the surrounding wastelands melted, revealing the blood-stained lakes in the environment. All the obstacles in front of the army of monsters disappeared.
Huan Yong was no longer able to support him, so he could only hold the jade flute in his hand and kneel in front of the army of monsters. His face was cold and his eyes seemed to be catching the last prey to contribute his final value.
"So it's the Illusion Master. Why, are the turtles from the Illusion Sect finally appearing?" Someone in the monster sneered, looking at Huan Yong with greed. "I heard that the Illusion Master's flesh is the best, and the taste is far higher than that of ordinary practitioners. We didn't have the chance to taste it in the past, but now God has given me a big gift. It seems that we have a good taste tonight."
When Shi Yu heard this, he was furious, and they actually wanted to eat Huan Yong!
"Ha, do you want to eat me?" Huan Yong looked at them, his eyes provocatively wiping the blood at the corner of his mouth. Although the blood on his handsome face was mottled, it did not hide its charm. "You guys don't have this chance."
"What, do you still want to self-destruct? The space around you is blocked, so you should just surrender."
The monster said as he walked towards Huan Yong. But before he could get close to it, his body suddenly caught fire.
Soul Fire, the last method of the illusionist's death, releases the soul fire to burn nothing at the cost of his own soul and life. Anyone who is involved in the soul fire can basically not escape. However, the illusionist who casts the spell completely dissipates.
Shi Yu looked at the spreading soul fire, and there were endless roars around him, but the person in the fire was always admiring the last masterpiece calmly. As more and more monsters died, his figure became increasingly faded.
Just as he was dying, his eyes suddenly moved and he looked in the direction where Shi Yu was.
The two stood in different time and space, looking at each other. Then, Shi Yu saw him wave at him. The wind blew by, completely blowing him with a faint smile.
"Huanyong..." Shi Yu looked at the place where he disappeared with tears in his eyes, crying in tears.
Behind him, the sect leader stood at the dome of Yungong for a night. When the sky suddenly broke, his hair turned into white snow.
But the chaos continues, and the sadness can only be suppressed when wandering around midnight.
The four saints ran around each other, and the smell of blood finally woke up the dream of spring and autumn of the human race. On the earth of the human race, blood became the only color, and wailing and fear were the only tune. Dark clouds covered the starry sky, and it seemed that even the moon could not bear to see this tragic world.
When Ye Li slashed out of the abyss with a spear and he was sleeping forever, the bloodiness of the human race was finally aroused. Finally, no one escaped, because escaping would only die faster.
Shi Yu saw that even the seven-year-old child was holding a sword in his hand to fight to the death with the monster. There was no innocent innocence on their faces, and only hatred for the monsters.
"No, you can't go, you must live well. Go to the ninth heaven, which is the last hope of the human race." The serious adults on weekdays have rare gentle eyes.
Faced with the powerful slaughter of monsters, all sects reached a consensus - to send young disciples to the ninth level of heaven. Although there was barren, there was a great suppression. Even if the monsters wanted to take action, they would not have the advantage as they are now.
“As long as you live, there is hope.”
Wen Xuan and his wife were flying in their hands, allowing the formation to wrap the two brothers in their sleep.
When Wen Xuan sent his two sons into the void, tears flashed in his eyes, "Sleep, it's dawn when you wake up."
Without any worries, the couple joined the fight again.
Although the four saints of the human race are famous, there are not many saints and royal families among the monsters. In addition, the Shanghai beasts have helped the monsters to fuel the fire. Under the suppression of both sides, the human race retreated step by step.
After Ye Li died in battle, thousands of fantasy masters from the Illusion Sect were born. They took it as their mission to hold the monsters and try their best to let the tribe go to the ninth heaven and wander on the battlefield.
There are few illusionists, and their illusions are extremely strange, which makes people unable to defend themselves. Although there are only a thousand illusionists, they have kept the battlefield well for a while and have won a chance to breathe for the human race.
Most of these people, Shi Yu knew each other, and some even chatted with each other and broke the formation. She even saw Grandma Xue. Her wine was a powerful tool for healing, but in the end, she drank a bowl of wine she brewed and ended her life with soul fire sacrifice.
In the Illusion Sect, all disciples have soul lamps. One will die, one will be destroyed. After the soul lamps held in Taiqing Palace have almost gone out, all the disciples left behind knelt in front of the Dream Pond and prayed that the Supreme Elder could take the last step and save the people.
I don’t know if their prayers were rewarded or if the heaven was unbearable, but after Wen Xuan and his wife took away the four demon saints with their own destruction, and the leader of the Fantasy Sect fought with his own strength to kill the demon saints of the two tribes without knowing where they were, the wind and clouds suddenly changed color and thunder were made. But what’s strange is that the originally withered plants on the ground grew wildly like sweet rain in spring.
"A sign of ascension! It is a sign of ascension!" The human race who lost three human saints in a row had long been desperate. Now that seeing this scene, the light of hope suddenly burst out in his eyes.
Hundreds of years ago, the human race ascended the same way, and the world was filled with strange phenomena. Unexpectedly, at this moment of survival, the human race actually ascended again.
"Heaven will not destroy our human race!" Countless people cried with joy, hugging each other and crying bitterly.
Looking at the joy on their faces, Shi Yu in the void couldn't help but cover her face and cry.
They would not know that what is recorded in ancient books in later generations is that the result of the ascension of the predecessors of Huanfusheng this time was a failure.
Behind hope is despair, nothing is more cruel than this.
As the wind and clouds changed color, golden thunder gathered in the Immortal Sect. Huanfusheng stepped towards the void, and the thunder struck him, and he remained motionless. After each thunder struck, a fairy energy lingered around him.
Ninety-nine eighty-one thunder tribulation struck him, and he will take the last step completely.
However, when he experienced the eighty-thunder thunder, he had a stranger around him. The fairy aura surrounding him seemed to be deprived of by something, and then he crawled into the thunder pillar and disappeared.
When the last thunder came down, without the protection of the immortal energy, he could not bear it at all. He sprayed blood from the void and fell, and the road to ascension was interrupted.
Why is this happening!
Even though Shi Yu already knew the ending, she still wanted to ask the heavenly way loudly why the magic energy that disappeared was like this. If the magic energy did not disappear, then can Senior Huanfusheng succeed and the human race be freed from this dilemma?
Shi Yu wanted to help the old man who had just grown old hundreds of years old in an instant, but it was already a luxury for her to see these in the gap between time and space.
"Shi Yu..." She suddenly heard someone calling her.
It's a illusion.
He opened his eyes, as if he had seen her through the river of time and space, and was talking to her, but Yu couldn't hear his voice.
Every time he said a word, Shi Yu saw a crack on his body that was the same as Wen Heng at the time.
"Don't say it, you will die!" Shi Yu shook his head incessantly, hoping that he could stop, but Huanfusheng seemed to have not seen it and still insisted on saying something.
When the fifth crack appeared on his body, the time around Shi Yu accelerated and no longer had any stagnation. When Shi Yu wiped his tears, she found that she was still standing in the maple forest of the Fantasy Sect.
The red maple inside was like fire, but no one was taken care of and weeds were overgrown. Shi Yu subconsciously flew towards the sect, and the scenery inside could vaguely see the former appearance, but this was indeed not the past.
The stone mountain was right in front of me. The stone mountain, which had no weeds, now also had moss and weeds. Shi Yu searched in the grass, and when he touched a stone with traces of burning fire, he finally couldn't help but burst into tears.
All are true.
Meeting is true, separation is true; past is true, present is true; life is true, separation is true, death is true.
Chapter completed!