That evil spirit was emitted by a demonic creature of the Cantian realm. For practitioners of the same level, it only takes a moment to block it. In front of a strong person of the Dao or even the Cloud Peak realm, it can be blocked with just a thought. But the current tragic situation was a last resort, and it was also to leave a practitioner who could continue to fight.

Protecting one more practitioner would protect the power of the righteous path, strengthen the fortress of the Northern Great Wall, and weaken the evil path in disguise. With this interpretation, the elite warriors always sacrificed everything they had without hesitation. If they had no vitality to use, they would donate their lives. If one person did this, dozens of people would do the same, even hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands would do the same.

In fact, it doesn't have to be so tragic, maybe there will be a better way. But the practitioners all know that the only thing they can do at the moment is probably this. Because there is not much time to think, and the fevered brain is difficult to calm down, so they follow their instincts and be heroes at the end of their lives.

The cultivators were not superior to others. They came from all over the place and had seen people from all over the place sacrifice themselves for them. The impulse brought by the blood made them quickly sit cross-legged at the back of the battlefield, recover a little, and then return to the battlefield.

The elite warriors who once protected the practitioners have become zombies. New soldiers have stepped forward, holding machetes and long swords, chopping off heads one by one like chopping wood stakes. They rolled around the feet of the practitioners, and were also lifted into the sky by the waves of air. When they were completely unrecognizable, it was unbearable to look directly at them. But the practitioners who held their breath continued to fight among them, charging forward tirelessly.

It was difficult to escape the fate of death, but there was no other way at the moment. The powerful men who could cover the sky with their hands were busy with their own battles. If they were not careful, they would bleed and die like them. Therefore, doing their best and using all their strength was the explanation of their current behavior and one of the few things they could do.

After a fierce battle, blood flowed like a river and countless bodies were killed. Everyone wants to be buried in a grand manner when they die. It would be even better if tens of thousands of people saw them off. But they died in a humble manner, like a piece of grass. In this war, no one can die with dignity, just in a different way.

Of course, it's better without comparison. Compared with the group of monks by the South China Sea, the mummies outside the Great Wall in the North were too miserable. They were of different status, but they all lost their lives. On the shore, listening to the sound of the waves and the demonic energy above their heads, hundreds of monks and Buddhas all passed away in meditation.

They all bowed their heads, as low-key and humble as they were in life. When they came, they chanted scriptures in the heavy rain. When they left, they were silent, just holding their wooden fish and leaving a gift for Dahuang.

The humming of the Buddha Wall became stronger, but it was not defeated, but strengthened under the Buddha's light. This strong light attracted many colleges and union masters in the temple. But when they turned around, many monks in the temple did not breathe at all, and the low and deep chanting sound disappeared with it.

"strangeness……"

Tu Wenya from the academy was one of the last academy masters to come to support Tanghua Temple, outside the three teams. In addition, there were four academy masters who were comparable to the Taoists. At this time, they were raising their arms to make the surging vitality be used by the Wall of Buddhas. When they looked at the Buddhas, their faces were full of confusion.

The death of an eminent monk is understandable. Perhaps this is Tanghua Temple's unique method of sacrifice, and it can enhance the output of vital energy in this way. It is a bit like self-destruction, except that the physical body is preserved.

Tu Wenya had heard of the power of Tanghua Temple and had seen it with her own eyes. However, many monks in the temple were not strong, and some were not even practitioners. How could they suddenly lose their breath?

Tu Wenya has the strength to ask for the truth and cultivate the simplest and most brutal power. In front of her, except for the abbot and the monk Bailin, no one else in Tanghua Temple can deceive her. And now, there are nearly a thousand monks in Tanghua Temple, and only the two of them are left, sitting cross-legged on the sea cliff at the southernmost end of Tanghua Temple.

When they watched, they all moved, but there was no communication, because the distance was too far, and there was no flow of vitality between them. Tu Wenya noticed these easily, but she could not understand why the monk died. She didn't know much about Buddha, she only knew that Buddha didn't like to kill, and there was a saying that saving a life was better than building a seven-story pagoda. But was it because of the current predicament, or was there another reason?

The noise of Quedan outside the Buddha Wall was getting louder and louder, because the three times of life energy had greatly increased its strength. Those life breaths from the north were his life-saving pills, and he could get rid of this place after taking them. But at present, the Buddhas were shining with golden light, and the hundreds of Dharma images forced the demonic energy to the center and temporarily bound it.

I hope that the transmission of the energy of life will stop here, and no more will work. Although Tu Wenya did not control the Wall of Buddhas, it was on the verge of collapse, and the current balance was only maintained by force. And the slightest bit of demonic energy could upset the balance, causing it to tilt to one side and cause a serious tilt.

"senior!"

Hundreds of practitioners from the academy and union around him were releasing their vital energy. The only one came to Tu Wenya and glanced at him, causing him to frown.

The person who came was Feng Rui. Because Tu Wenya was committed to Quedan, he was still in charge of communication. But he was attracted by the scene in front of him and did not notice the buzzing of the talisman array. He didn't know how many times Zhenxun had called, so he shed a few drops of sweat. When Guan Zhongyi asked, Tu Wenya gave him a look, which made him lower his head in shame.

"Why haven't you responded yet? I thought something bad happened to you."

"The situation here is somewhat urgent. Quedan has absorbed the energy of life three times."

"Did you stop him?"

"Well, because you notified us in time, we were prepared and were able to stop them. But now, only the abbot and the monk Bailin are left in Tanghua Temple. The rest have... passed away."

Guan Zhongyi was silent for a long time. One of the five major forces in the Great Wilderness only had two people left? When he couldn't bear to tell worse news, Tu Wenya said with a stiff face under the strong vitality:

"The aura of the Bailin monk is gradually weakening. I am not sure if he can hold on to the end."

"The fourth and last known life force is about to reach the South China Sea. Please pay close attention."

"Not finished yet?"

Tu Wenya frowned, her face livid. She suddenly felt that the people in the north did not fight. But when Guan Zhongyi, who was also sad, told her how many powerful demons there were and how much the north had lost, she fell silent. It seemed that both sides were in trouble, but compared to the monsters in the north, Quedan was still more difficult to defeat. Therefore, they had to continue to hold it back, even at the cost of their own lives!

"We will do our best."

"Good luck to you. Contact me in a quarter of an hour."

After Guan Zhongyi finished speaking, he closed the talisman formation and stopped disturbing her. Tu Wenya looked at Feng Rui, who nodded immediately, saying that he would not make any mistakes. When he raised his arms, rocks emerged from the wasteland behind Tu Wenya, and continued to gather together to form a clone that looked exactly like her. The clone jumped into the air, and headed north with her.

Standing in the sky north of the Southern Buddha Wall, behind Tanghua Temple and Huangguoshu, Tu Wenya understood the current situation better than before, so he was full of fighting spirit and felt that there was still a chance of success. But the premise was that this life force must be stopped, even if it was abandoned in the wasteland, it could not be swallowed by Quedan.

With her thick fingers, she formed a seal, and immediately, a stream of energy went up, down, left, and right from her position, touching the soil and the sky, blocking the entire sky towards the south. Above the sky, and even above that, there was a transparent wall, ready to block the life energy at any time.

When he formed the seal again, a wave of vitality rose again, causing ripples in front of him. But after waiting like this, nothing happened. However, Guan Zhongyi only said it now, and gave a time limit of a quarter of an hour. It should come at the latest at this time. She is the strongest person present except the host, and she has the responsibility to deal with all this.

While Tu Wenya was waiting, the aura of the monk Bai Lin dropped a little more, which made her and the other foreign aids feel sympathy. Was this battle going to wipe out the Tanghua Temple? They knew what was happening in front of them, but they didn't know. At present, Que Dan was under control, so why should they fight so hard?

While they were puzzled, the abbot was very clear about what he was going to do. Even the entire Tanghua Temple had comprehended some truths, and then he passed away. But the question asked by the monk Bai Lin at this time was full of endless sadness that should not exist in Buddhism. This was sadness for himself, and he didn't know the reason, but it was not for others.

"Has our mission come to an end?"

"Since we chose to protect the southern shore of the Great Wilderness a thousand years ago, and chose to accept the remaining power of the talisman array left by the ancestor of the Spiritual Contract, our fate has been determined."

"Who determines it? Heaven? Buddha? Or ourselves?"

"Neither. It is influenced by the environment and determined by one's own choices."

Bai Lin seemed to have realized something, but also seemed a little disappointed. But everything at the moment was irrelevant, because the speed of his life passing was unprecedentedly accelerated. Then, this well-known monk of Tanghua Temple slowly lowered his proud face, hugged his wooden fish, and returned to the Western Paradise where the sound of sutras could be heard.

"The Buddha will have an afterlife, so don't stray into the Buddhist path again."

The abbot said the best wishes to Bai Lin to himself, and as he sighed, he placed the wooden fish and the hammer in front of him, put his hands together, and chanted the familiar Great Compassion Mantra. He preached to the many monks, to the dead, and to himself. Soon, when the abbot's breath weakened, Tu Wenya finally couldn't help asking a question.

"Master Host, what are you doing?"

"Subdue the demons, and subdue them with nirvana."

"Why?"

"Pull the demon to sleep."

The host said, and stopped talking. Because Que Dan had begun to struggle against the vitality outside his body, trying to roar to get rid of everything and regain his freedom. Immediately, the South China Sea, which had been quiet for only half an hour, shook violently again. Tu Wenya had seen that movement three times, and it was no longer unfamiliar, but she was full of doubts, asking herself and the host.

"How is that possible?"

Tu Wenya completely sealed off the space. How could that life force get to Que Dan? No one answered her question. The host also closed his eyes. His vision disappeared, and he turned into countless points of light, like the flames from the candles in front of the Buddha. However, he did not fall and disappear, but went up to a higher place, about to light up the darkness wrapped in light.