The blood surged faster, but Chen Shaojun seemed to be unresolved. Chen Shaojun felt that his body was getting heavier and weaker, as if even his consciousness became heavier.

“Is this the feeling of death?”

Three hundred feet, two hundred feet... It was soon, and at this time-

"I'll fight you!"

Seeing that Chen Shaojun was about to be hit, a black shadow the size of a fist suddenly rose into the air, its eyes were blood red, and its eyes were filled with fearlessness and fearlessness.

"Little Snail!"

Chen Shaojun's whole body was shocked and suddenly recognized it.

"No!"

Chen Shaojun shouted and stretched out his arm suddenly to stop all this, but it was too late.

Xiaowa's figure was resolute and determined, without any intention of retreating. Its power was weak and indeed had no attack power, but so what?

At the moment before, everyone jumped out and followed Zhang Junzhe and rushed forward, pounced towards the ancient evil thoughts. Because it had no combat power, it could do nothing in the rear.

But this moment won't be there.

So what if it doesn’t have combat power, it will never retreat.

In order to avoid natural enemies, it escaped everywhere, hid in the human world, hid in the ghost tribe, and even hid in the demon tribe and demon tribe, but now it will not escape again.

Compared to death, it is more afraid of loneliness, more afraid of the feeling of being powerless, and more afraid of the feeling of having something that really cares about in life for the first time but losing it again.

At least this time, it was with Chen Shaojun, Zhang Junzhe, the guardians, and everyone else.

"Boy, don't miss me."

Just as he rose high, Chen Shaojun saw the little snail in the air turning his head and looked at him with a smile:

"I'll leave first."

Boom, the next moment, before Xiaowa even approached, he was hit by a ray of thunder outside the ancient evil mind's body, and his whole body was shocked from a distance like a kite with a broken string.

The ever-shining colorful light that shines instantly extinguishes, and Chen Shaojun can no longer feel the breath of the little snail.

"No!"

Chen Shaojun suddenly let out a shocking roar, tears, no, bright red blood burst out from the corners of his eyes.

Chen Shaojun heard the disdainful sneer of ancient evil thoughts in the sky, and also saw the dark shadows getting closer and closer in the sky. However, looking at the little snail that was knocked away from afar, he could do nothing.

Regret, pain, and endless murderous intent!

"Is it really over like this?"

Looking at the rapid fall of black evil torrent, Chen Shaojun knelt on the ground and muttered to himself.

At this moment, under the strong stimulation of death, time seemed to have been extended countless times, and countless memories kept going back in front of him like a flash of flowers.

The eyes are getting blurry and darker.

"Jun'er!"

In the dark, a thunder thunder exploded, and a familiar and warm voice suddenly sounded in my ears. Hearing the sound of day and night, Chen Shaojun suddenly opened his eyes:

“Master?!”

Chen Shaojun was suddenly shocked and opened his eyes suddenly to look at it. However, it was pitch black in front of him and there was nothing but endless nothingness.

What's wrong with this? Is it an illusion? Or is it his hallucination?

However, soon, it was as if a flint had passed by, and a light appeared in the darkness. The light was as thin as a firefly at the beginning, but it soon expanded and reflected a halo in the darkness.

There was a quiet surroundings, and in this halo, a familiar old man came into his eyes, with wide robe and big sleeves, and his eyes were majestic. When he looked at Chen Shaojun, his eyes were filled with kindness and kindness.

"Master!"

At that moment, Chen Shaojun's nose felt sore, and a line of tears couldn't help but flow:

"I'm sorry, my disciple has disappointed you."

The light continued to expand, and a warm breath enveloped the whole body.

"Haha, don't cry."

In the darkness, the master chuckled lightly. In the darkness, Chen Shaojun felt a finger slowly brushing across his cheeks, wiping away the tears from his face:

"Chi'er, Master has not been disappointed, and you have never let your master down."

In the dark, Chen Shaojun saw his master shook his head, let go of his hand, and slowly stood up. His originally warm and loving face gradually became serious:

"Jun'er, do you know that among so many brothers, why do you value you so much?"

When saying this, if the master looked at himself with deep meaning.

Chen Shaojun was stunned.

"The disciple doesn't know."

"Because there is something in you that your fellow brothers don't have."

"What?"

Chen Shaojun subconsciously said.

"good."

In the darkness, the Master's expression slowly became solemn:

"Jun'er, do you remember the first time we met? Although we have been wandering since childhood and abandoned on the streets, you have a firm will and have been living stoically. However, even if you have a strong desire to survive, when you are hungry and on the verge of death, you can still give the food you finally got in your hand to a puppy who is also dying. This is the most powerful quality that your teacher can see in you."

"If you can't bear to see the suffering of others, you can't bear to see the suffering of sentient beings, this is good, this is benevolence, this is righteousness. I don't know if you can understand these things, but one day you will understand them."

"From your original intention, from your original intention, pity all living beings, Jun'er, one day, you will transcend your own shackles and reach the same level as being a teacher. No, you will become stronger than being a teacher."

"Jun'er, this is why my teacher brought you to the immortal world and back to the Beidou Immortal Sect."

"Jun'er, don't give up at any time. I will always believe in you!"

In the last sentence, the master looked at himself deeply. With this sentence, the fire suddenly became prosperous in the darkness. Behind the master, light and shadows shone out. Chen Shaojun saw the high and magnificent Beidou Immortal Palace behind his master, and the colorful white jade elixir. He also saw the thin body in front of his master, kneeling in front of his master, and his youthful self was also full of tears.

The strong wind blew past the Beidou Immortal Palace. Chen Shaojun saw his master's robe flies and looked at him with a mellow look, showing deep trust and expectation. At that moment, Chen Shaojun burst into tears.

He understood, and suddenly he understood everything.

Those memories buried deep in his mind, those ignorant words he had when he was young, were all huge treasures that his master once gave him, and also entrusted his master's endless trust in him.

"If you cannot bear to see the suffering of others, and if you cannot bear to see the suffering of sentient beings, it is benevolence, righteousness, and goodness. This is the essence of the scholars!"

Chen Shaojun murmured to himself.

At this moment, he suddenly understood everything and understood the last obstacle.

boom!

These thoughts flew past their minds, and without any signs, Chen Shaojun's literary spirit suddenly surged.

He had just figured out the bottleneck and reached the Grandmaster realm. However, at this moment, this infinite literary energy spontaneously emerged from his body. The literary energy was thick, majestic, and endless. Chen Shaojun's cultivation also rose all the way, and it surged from the Grandmaster realm, and it surged all the way toward a higher Grandmaster realm, and it seemed unstoppable.

"What?!"

Feeling the changes in Chen Shaojun's body, in the sky, the ancient evil thoughts trembled all over and suddenly changed his face.

This Confucian and Taoist boy had clearly reached the point where he had exhausted his energy and had exhausted all his means. The power of the original works of the philosophers was also used to the limit. The white jade spring and autumn pens were broken. According to the truth, there should never be any power for him to borrow, but what happened to this magnificent literary spirit?

However, this is not the only thing that scared it. In its eyes, Chen Shaojun, who had been closing his eyes and waiting to die, suddenly opened his eyes from the darkness. A pair of eyes burst out with light that was more dazzling than the sun and the moon. One of his fingers also slowly stretched out and pressed on the original works of the philosophers. The last point on the strokes and strokes was also the last "dot" on the word "yi".

Chen Shaojun had no pen in his hand, but the ancient evil thoughts saw a drop of red blood flowing between his index finger, as if it was about to fall down at any time, dripping onto the word "Yi".

At that moment, ancient evil thoughts twitched wildly, and suddenly a very bad feeling surged into my heart.

Danger!

In this Confucian and Taoist boy, it suddenly felt a danger that had not been there for a long time.

Stop him anyway.

"Stop it!"

Ancient evil thoughts suddenly roared, and his palm accelerated to slap Chen Shaojun.

The ancient evil thoughts had already reacted very quickly, but unfortunately they were still slow after all.

"Buzz!"

Chen Shaojun's finger exerted force, and he jumped past in an instant at a short inch. The slender white index finger, along with the drop of red blood on the fingertips, pressed on the white rice paper.

The snow-white rice paper and the bright red blood complement each other, looking shocking, and the last word "Yi" on the white rice paper was finally completely completed at this moment.

"boom!"

A drop of blood casts the last "point" and the last "meaning". The moment Chen Shaojun presses his finger on the white rice paper, thousands of years ago, the lines of text left by the philosophers were finally completed.

"Kong said seeking benevolence, Meng said seeking righteousness, killing oneself to achieve benevolence, and sacrificing oneself to achieve righteousness!"

When the last stroke was completed, the thunder of these sixteen words bloomed and burst out with a scorching sunlight. The sixteen words floated, as if they had completely separated from the white rice paper and had their own vitality.

In just a short moment, the sixteen words of essence merged into one, directly turning into an unprecedented dazzling pillar of light, soaring into the sky. Even the giant palm slapped by the ancient evil thoughts could not resist it. With a sneer, a big hole was burned by the huge essence.

And the mystery of the sixteen-character essence passed through the burning hole, penetrated into the depths of the sky, and then disappeared.

"ah!"

The ancient evil mind staggered, shouted, and took a few steps back. It held its right hand tightly, looking at the huge hole burned out on it, and suddenly opened its eyes wide, looking extremely excited.

"What the hell have you done?"

The sound of ancient evil thoughts revealed extreme shock and incredible.
Chapter completed!