Chapter 80: Spirit and Soul "Is the common people so important?"
What's under their feet...
"Brother Shen, help, help... please think of a way, is there any way to deal with it..."
The hot blood splashed on his face, and the pungent fishy smell made him dizzy and his unfinished words were stuck in his throat, unable to come out.
The monk's pupils were wide open, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.
Immediately afterwards, a scream broke out.
The monk's legs went limp and he collapsed to the ground, revealing the nameless corpse standing beside him.
Blood gushed out from the broken neck, and a sticky and ugly tentacle emerged and slowly wrapped around the waist of the corpse.
Before everyone could react, the tentacles suddenly tightened, and the headless corpse exploded, with blood and flesh splattering everywhere.
At the same time, the ground beneath my feet rose up along the cracks.
"What's going on here..."
"Immortal Yun...Immortal Yun, save me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, several tentacles exerted force at the same time, and several monks exploded and died.
"Activate the small spiritual formation!" Xie Wuyang dodged to the side, put his hands together, and was about to form a seal when Yun Wanzhou suddenly grabbed his wrist and said, "I'll do it."
After saying that, he scratched the Broken Snow Sword with his slender fingertips, and a light golden screen rose out of thin air, blocking the madly waving tentacles.
As a primary formation of the immortal sect, the small spirit formation is often used to imprison some mortal-level monsters, and every disciple of the immortal sect knows how to use it.
They never expected that such an ordinary formation could actually block the attack of such a high-level monster.
Yun Wanzhou looked at the person standing in front of him with a complicated expression. After a moment's hesitation, he asked, "The Night Beast has long been extinct, and there are no ancient books related to it. Even if the Sect Master were here, he might not be able to recognize it, let alone know the formation to deal with it."
Xie Wuyang heard his heartbeat suddenly stop, and trying to keep a calm face, he turned his head and asked, "Master, why do you ask this suddenly?"
He saw a handsome and elegant face from Yun Wanzhou's mouth, which he found funny and unfamiliar.
Yun Wanzhou pursed his lips and asked in a cold voice, "How did you know that?"
Xie Wuyang stared at him for a moment, then suddenly smiled, "Master, there are so many ancient books in the library, and you haven't read them all, so how do you know there aren't any?"
Yun Wanzhou's lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something else, when suddenly he heard screams from other disciples in the distance.
"I must be dreaming. This bracelet seemed to light up just now!"
"I think I saw it, too."
Dozens of small spiritual formations emerged one after another, giving everyone a moment of respite.
I don't know who was the first to feel the fluctuation of spiritual power, and the crowd was in an uproar.
Yun Wanzhou looked as if he wanted to say something but hesitated, and finally he pursed his lips and glanced away.
Xie Wuyang felt relieved and immediately took out the Bodhi bracelet to take a look.
"It seems the barrier has been broken." Xie Wuyang added, trying to hide the truth, "It was Senior Brother."
After successfully changing the subject, Xie Wuyang began to anxiously hope for Yun Wanzhou's response.
He seemed to think that as long as he did this, Yun Wanzhou would no longer have doubts about his identity, and he could stay in Cangkong Mountain with peace of mind using his original identity.
But this time, Yun Wanzhou didn't intend to let it go.
"Master, the barrier has been broken, we..." Before Yun Wanzhou could finish his tentative words, he suddenly spoke.
"You lead them away, and I'll cover your rear."
Xie Wuyang paused and looked up in disbelief, "What did you say?"
"You and I have been able to hold on until now thanks to the protection of the small spiritual formation. Once the formation is destroyed, you and I will be attacked by monsters. If you want to escape, someone must stay here and help you set up..."
"But you don't have any spiritual power!" Xie Wuyang suddenly raised his voice, his tone urgent, "You will only die if you stay here."
Yun Wanzhou was puzzled. "It's just a puppet."
"That won't work!" Xie Wuyang retorted without hesitation, "If the puppet is hurt, it will also hurt itself."
Perhaps because he had no spiritual power, relying solely on his physical body to connect with the broken snow, Yun Wanzhou was extremely exhausted and seemed a little powerless. His tone gradually slowed down, "It's okay, I will do my part..."
"What if something goes wrong and all your spiritual power is lost?" Xie Wuyang was relentless and stared at the person in front of him.
Only today did he realize that Yun Xianzun actually had some potential to be a stubborn donkey. When it came to the justice of the world and the people of the world, he seemed to have lost his brain and was all about sacrificing his life for justice.
"If you stay here, even if we go out, who can fight Jiang Lin? Do we have to put all our hopes on those elders?" Xie Wuyang clenched his fists again and again.
It's funny to say that just a while ago, he hoped that Yun Wanzhou would die on the spot, but now, in just a few days, the situation has been completely reversed.
"Could you please not take everything on yourself?" Xie Wuyang's voice gradually became trembling. "Is the common people's lives so important?"
Yun Wanzhou said, "I am the Immortal Lord."
Xie Wuyang's eyes turned red, as if he had suffered some great injustice, "You don't have to be an Immortal Lord."
It was clearly a rebellious statement, but Yun Wanzhou seemed emotionless. He just looked at him in confusion, raised his hand, and gently stroked the corner of his eye with his fingertips. "I haven't thought about it."
After Qiongrao left, he knew that he would never be able to shed the responsibility of protecting her throughout his life.
The Bodhi beads lit up one after another, and several disciples couldn't help but tear the bracelets apart.
The powerful spiritual power broke through the protective formation, and before the teleportation formation took effect, it was swept into the sky by the tentacles that heard the sound.
Broken limbs and arms, torn and bloody clothes fell to the ground in pieces, forming a pool of blood.
The formation above his head was scarlet, with bloodstains running through it.
Xie Wuyang suddenly lost his temper, his shoulders relaxed, and he no longer had the determination and strength he had just had.
The mountains of corpses and seas of blood before him were intertwined with the demon world that had experienced the massacre of the immortals. The alternation made Xie Wuyang unable to tell where in the depths he was.
The great war in the world of cultivation dealt another heavy blow to the demon world, which had been able to catch its breath for hundreds of years. Tens of thousands of people were displaced and died on the battlefield.
However, Xie Wuyang, the lord of the demon world, could only watch his people die in the Forgetful River because of the greed of those immortals.
The secret realm before him actually overlapped with the disaster at that time by eight points.
Xie Wuyang clenched his fists and met Yun Wanzhou's firm gaze, unable to utter a word.
As if aware of its master's intention, the Broken Snow Sword was wrapped in spiritual power and suddenly flew out of the hand, breaking through the protective formation.
In an instant, a cold light cut off the tentacles in the air.
"Let's go." Yun Wanzhou recalled the Broken Snow Sword and protected Xie Wuyang behind him.
Xie Wuyang held down Yun Wanzhou's sword-holding hand and said in a hoarse voice, "Come with me."
Even if the puppet dies, the main body will not be destroyed, but the soul will be severely damaged because of the puppet.
What's more, Yun Wanzhou has reached the great perfection of the Mahayana stage and is the person with the greatest hope of ascending to heaven in the world of cultivation.
At this time, any unusual movement of his soul could stop him from moving forward.
He has never wanted Yun Wanzhou to have more ties in this world as much as he does now, whether it is objects or people, him or others.
But it's just delusion.
Yun Wanzhou patted his head like coaxing a child and softened his voice, "Don't be willful."
After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and slapped Xie Wuyang's lower abdomen, pushing it gently.
Xie Wuyang was caught off guard. He didn't care about the torn wound on his abdomen and instinctively reached forward, but he grabbed nothing.
The surrounding scenery kept receding, and at the same time, a golden light gathered around Xie Wuyang, helping him block the oncoming tentacles.
The cloth wrapped around the wound was damp and sticky, and Xie Wuyang felt the pain so much that he felt dizzy.
In his last moments of consciousness, Xie Wuyang bent his wrist and touched the embroidered pattern on his cuff.
Strands of black air gushed out and penetrated into the wound on the abdomen.
At the same time, a powerful force spread from the palm of his hand and rushed straight into his tendons and veins.
…
"This secret realm is about to collapse, everyone, quickly tear off the Bodhi beads!" Yu Fuyin took out the golden bell and shook it with difficulty in the wind and sand.
The ringing of the bells carried her words to everyone's ears.
At the critical moment of saving their lives, the disciples did as they were told.
Yun Wanzhou manipulated the broken snow, clearing obstacles for them without stopping.
After all, Shattered Snow's spiritual power is limited. Yun Wanzhou had already consumed too much physical strength in the previous fight, and it is even worse now.
A thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his usually calm face, and veins popped out on his forehead.
Shattered Snow was originally forced to stay in the secret realm by the talisman. If his spiritual power is exhausted, even his natal spiritual weapon may no longer be of use to him.
What about the several disciples in the secret realm?
I could hear my own heavy breathing in my ears.
Yun Wanzhou is very clear about his own limits.
If we only rely on the spiritual power of Shattered Snow, we will definitely not be able to send all the people in the secret realm out.
For now, there is only one solution left.
Yun Wanzhou tightened his grip on the sword, gathered his spiritual power, and closed his eyes.
The tentacles in the air suddenly became manic and attacked the remaining disciples of the immortal sect at an extremely fast speed.
The moment it was about to touch his body, a powerful pressure descended from the sky, suppressing the attack of the Night Beast.
At the same time, the golden light quickly spread throughout Yun Wanzhou's body.
The Bodhi beads on all the cultivators broke with a sound, and under the stimulation of powerful spiritual power, the teleportation array was activated.
A puppet body cannot use spirits. Yun Wanzhou had thought of this before coming here, but he could not sit idly by, so he had to take a risky move.
The soul is sacrificed to release the monk's lifelong cultivation.
Yun Wanzhou had used this method once before in Luohua Snow Mountain.
The difference is that before, his mind was just a little unstable, but now he is thinking of destroying himself and losing all his cultivation.
Yun Wanzhou stood where he was, looking at the deserted secret realm with a winding sea of blood through the burning spiritual power all over his body. Suddenly, Xie Wuyang's words before he left rang in his ears again.
"You don't have to be an Immortal Venerable."
When Qiongrao was an immortal, he was extremely handsome and full of vigor.
Out of 360 days in a year, 200 of them are spent traveling.
Ever since Yun Wanzhou could remember, he often went down the mountain with Qiongrao, watching this man eliminate demons and defend the way, breaking karma with one sword.
Children always dream of becoming heroes, and Yun Wanzhou is no exception.
In order to catch a glimpse of his master's heroic appearance, Yun Wanzhou tried his best, even putting on a stern face and acting coquettishly towards him.
Every time this happened, Qiongrao would be amused by his awkward look and would laugh until he fell backwards.
"Those monsters look extremely terrifying."
"No."
"They also like to eat people." Qiong Rao exaggerated, "especially young boys and girls with delicate skin and tender flesh."
Yun Wanzhou still shook his head as if he hadn't heard it, "I'm not afraid."
Seeing that he couldn't persuade her, Qiong Rao sighed helplessly, "I might not have time to take care of you by then. You are still young and your cultivation is not high. What will you do if you encounter danger?"
Seeing Qiongrao's worried face, Xiaoyun Wanzhou thought carefully for a moment and came to a conclusion, "Master, please give me some more protective talismans."
As he spoke, he patted his chest in a mature manner and assured, "I will protect myself."
Qiong Rao didn't say yes or no, but just raised his hand and rubbed his head, "Why don't you want to stay in the mountains?"
Xiao Yun Wanzhou's eyes lit up as he thought of something. "I want to be like Master."
"Xiao Wu..." Qiong Rao sighed and hugged him in his arms, "Being an Immortal Venerable is not as good as you think."
At that time, Yun Xiaowu seemed to understand what his master said. It was not until later, when Qiongrao passed away and he succeeded to the Immortal Lord, and amid the congratulations of all the monks in the hall, that Yun Wanzhou finally understood what was going on.
Behind all the glamour and glitz, there are responsibilities that cannot be shirked, constraints and shackles.
No one had ever told him that he didn't have to be an immortal.
The burning soul destroyed his rationality and devoured the remaining clarity in his eyes.
Before the body that carried me dissipated, thousands of thoughts came flooding in like a tide.
I don’t know how my senior brothers and sisters outside the secret realm are doing.
Is Wu Hanfeng okay? Have Rong Ling and Ji Yuan come up with a plan back at Cangqiong Mountain? Have the disciples in the secret realm escaped safely?
besides……
Yun Wanzhou struggled to gather his last bit of consciousness.
He has not yet seen his two disciples grow up.
I want to hear them call again...
At the end of my consciousness, I heard a hurried and panicked voice.
It seemed as if a pair of hands were on his shoulders, pulling him into an embrace, "Master!"
Xie Wuyang looked anxious, with the magic pattern on his forehead flashing, but he forced it back again.
After calling out several times without any result, Xie Wuyang's heart was beating rapidly, and he placed his trembling fingertips on Yun Wanzhou's pulse.
Fortunately, he arrived in time, and the burning of his soul was not irreversible.
The moment he broke through the spiritual power and stepped in, all the spiritual power generated by the burning soul returned to Yun Wanzhou's body. Although his soul was unstable, it was not a big deal.
Xie Wuyang breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes darkened as he looked at the tentacles that were trying to attack the two of them.
A sea of blood, black fog, and smoke.
The monster realized that all its prey had left, so it poked most of its body out from the ground, its huge eyeballs moving non-stop, which was creepy.
"Just a beast." A cold light flashed in Xie Wuyang's eyes, and he swung out with a palm.
In an instant, the evil energy gathered in the palm of his hand, mixed with black mist, burst towards the monster, covering its creepy pupils.
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