Blood rain was flying, Ning Daoqi stood in his sword, facing the blood shadows flying across the opposite side, wearing a blue-clothed Taoist robe, curled up weakly with his left hand, and it turned into a dead body below his elbow.

Although we already know that the blood demon blood shadows created in the Four Barbarians' Dead Domain are very dangerous and difficult, only by the real fight can Ning Dao deeply understand their terribleness.

These blood shadows are invisible and intangible, and swords are hard to be damaged. Even the highly condensed true energy is only the result of being corroded and swallowed.

Only masters at the level of Grand Master, with their own spiritual cultivation, condense on weapons and turn into peerless sword intent, can sword intention kill these blood shadows, and even grand masters can only face three or four blood shadows head-on. If the number is a little more, they will easily be swept by the Blood Shadow and turned into dry bones of the mummy.

"Fellow Daoist Ning..." A middle-aged man with an ugly face sighed: "If you can survive, please help me plant some white chrysanthemums in my hometown. The three young disciples are still young. I hope Brother Ning will take care of them for my sake!"

"Brother Fu!" Ning Daoqi turned around and wanted to say something, but could only remain silent.

Fu Cailin Chang smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Ning doesn't have to be sad for me..." He stroked the huge wound that penetrated his chest and said calmly: "The wonderfulness of life will never fade away by death. In the days I lived, I have been working hard to find, think about, and be moved by the greatness of life."

"But when I saw the existence of the Blood Demon, I suddenly realized... I have been using swordsmanship to understand and search for the mystery of life, but I forgot that it is by our side. I use swords to praise and praise the greatness of life, but when I witnessed them being destroyed and destroyed, I was unable to protect it."

"From that moment, my sword not only appreciates and realizes the beauty of this world, but also protects this touch and beauty."

"Fu Cailin is willing to die for this..." Yi Jianzhi burst into an incomparable color in his hands. Humble life is the ugliest thing, but also the most beautiful thing, small and grand, fragile and strong.

Yi Jianzhi is a unique skill that integrates chess theory into swordsmanship, but the most essential thing in Fu Cailin's hands is his touching of life. Its subtlety is that it combines the feeling of whole heart and soul with the sword. The external feeling is empty, while the feeling of the soul is real. Its essence is to appreciate and taste it with the mentality of an onlooker.

But at this moment, Fu Cailin gave up the mentality of the bystander and was truly immersed in the praise of life. He seemed to smell the faint bitter, salty and fishy fragrance in his memory, smelled the smell of bean rice and pickles when he was a child. His memories of Goryeo and his hometown were gradually clear and vivid. They were no longer standing tall and admired, but truly savoring and immersing...

Bean rice from my childhood hometown...

The warmth of being held in your mother's arms in winter...

The joy of holding the sword for the first time...

The glory of becoming the only master of Goryeo...

Until the end, the blood demon ravaged Goryeo's despair...

"From that moment, everything about me died! At the moment of holding the sword, I just want to go back to the past and protect the things in my life that touched me... Even if I bet on my own life..." The hand holding the sword became more and more firm, and even the serious injuries on my chest could not stop Fu Cailin from swinging the sword.

Devote all your life and touching, and save the sword from the past.

Behind Fu Cailin, a phantom that Ning Daoqi was very familiar with appeared. The existence called a substitute and Fu Cailin's body were combined into one. He swung an unparalleled sword, took away a small half of the blood shadow in the sky and his life.

In Fu Hongyan's surprised eyes, a part of the Blood God Son dissipated a body of blood. Some of them were ordinary farmers, some were soldiers and merchants, but they were all dressed as Goryeo. These existences, which had been transformed into Blood God Son and were essentially polluted, were restored to their original form under Fu Cailin's sword.

Millions of souls were delighted and calm, quietly dispersed with Fu Cailin and returned to the world.

"I really want to eat another bite of kimchi from my hometown!"

The last sentence left was a little lingering sound, and Fu Cailin's body suddenly fell down, Ning Daoqi cried and said, "Brother Fu!"

Even though Fu Cailin tried his best to save millions of souls, the blood shadow in the sky still did not decrease in a single point. A thick blood cloud pressed towards Ning Doqi's place little by little. On the edge of the Yangtze River, countless Ning Doqi fought with swords and blood shadows, protecting the flowering sacred tree behind him. Bi Xuan stood under the blood cloud with his spear.

When he turned around and saw Fu Cailin falling down, he sighed tiredly: "Brother Fu is gone too! We should have died when we were in the Turks and Goryeo were destroyed, but the belief in revenge made us survive."

"Qilin Blood Demon! I, Bi Xuan, survived until now, just for us Turkic people, to shoot this spear at you!"

Raising the Moon Wolf Spear in his hand, Bi Xuan roared.

"Jingzhai has been destroyed! How can Feixuan survive... It's a pity that she failed to avenge Yang Guang with her own hands, but she could die for the people of the world, and Shi Feixuan died without regrets!"

"Where can you finish the eggs when the nest is destroyed? I didn't expect that our Yinkui Sect will fight side by side with Cihang Jingzhai for one day!" Zhu Yuyan laughed loudly. She laughed three times, cried three times, and suddenly turned around and looked at a middle-aged man dressed in a scholar not far away, with a far superior style.

The man looked at the blood clouds above his head and was deeply ecstatic.

Hearing Zhu Yuyan's laughter and cry, he turned to look at her and said calmly: "Yuyan's style is still the same. It's Shi, and he is already in a state of old age..."

Ning Daoqi burst into tears. He absorbed the power of his substitute's time desperately, and even overdrawn his own time: "After passing this disaster, there are naturally many ways to make up for it. If you can't pass this disaster, what's the use of the remaining time? It turns out that the old Taoist still has thirty years of life. In this way, the clones who fight against the blood demon have an additional 300,000..."

This method of squeezing one's own time is certainly not as easy as Ning Daoqi himself said. To absorb his original time means that after the life span of the body, Ning Daoqi can't even do the lonely ghost, and it will never exist in this world.

At this moment, the whole world almost frozen.

Fu Hongyan looked at the group of people who were trying to resist with the power of ant in front of her. Seeing their powerless struggle and delay, she said calmly: "The meaningless struggle!"

"You are trying your best to do your life and give all of them, and you are just a piece that cannot escape the chessboard!"
Chapter completed!