Mythological origin

Chapter 31 Ruthless
Taking advantage of this gap, Master Shui Jing released another fireball technique. Cooperating with the other three guards, Master Shui Jing succeeded in killing two birds with one stone and killing the two enemies who rushed forward.

This extremely ferocious fireball made the other killers not dare to continue to charge forward for a while, for fear of becoming the early bird.

Not everyone has the experience of fighting immortal cultivators, and they don't know how many fireballs these two little Taoist priests can release.

If another forty or fifty can be thrown out, no one present will be able to live.

There are also a few guards of the Zhao family who have no bottom. They don't know that these two Keqing teammates who have just been hired have a few levels of Qi refining.

……

"You... are dead!" the killer leader said through gritted teeth.

How much it hurts to peel off a piece of your own fire-roasted flesh, no one wants to know.

What's more, it is to cut off a few large pieces.

"Kill, kill, kill them all!"

Like a mad hungry wolf, the leader desperately urges the hesitant killer.

……

Venerable Jin Guang looked at it, and then thought about it.

There are only a few people left with fighting power on my side, and they are more or less injured. There are a total of twenty people on the other side, but there are only three fireballs that the two monks can use. There is really no chance of winning.

My heart panicked.

Moreover, there are still archers ambushing outside, so if you rush out rashly, you may not be able to escape the hidden arrows.

Just now Zhao Zhong just leaned out the door to try to check the situation, but his thigh was severely injured by an arrow from the ambushing archer, and he immediately lost his mobility, so he could only crawl in a corner and wait to die.

If I escaped and got an arrow in the ass, even if I was able to escape by luck, I am afraid that I would be very sad in this wild where there is no medicine or medicine.

It is more likely to die directly on the arrow.

If you still want to have a chance to come back, there is only one plan...

"Master, save me!"

Master Jin Guang thought for a while, and finally flew towards the position of the god statue, pushed the golden mountain and inverted the jade pillar, Natou bowed to Bai Mo.

"Um?!"

Only then did the leader of the killer realize that there was still a person under the statue? !
They have completely ignored each other since they came in.

With the killer's sensitivity to the environment, this is very unusual.

What's even more strange is that the other party didn't even look at me, as if the more than 20 armed and vicious killers were just air.

"Pretending to be a ghost! Kill them all!"

The leader of the assassins had already been affected by the severe pain, and his killing intent overwhelmed his doubts about the unknown. Under his leadership, seven or eight assassins rushed straight to Bai Mo's position.

"master?"

For the first time in such a long time, Bai Mo reacted to what happened in front of him.

After seeing Venerable Jin Guang uttering these two words, his external luck began to increase crazily, gradually approaching the level of the son of luck he had seen before.

"Master, save the apprentice!"

Venerable Jin Guang, who forcibly apprenticed to his teacher, smacked his head three times.

He suppressed his fear of the killer rushing up behind him, forced himself not to look back, and only kowtowed desperately, betting that the man in white would save him.

"I have no apprentices, you all go."

As soon as Bai Mo's words came out, the foreign luck that had been condensed on Master Jin Guang immediately dissipated.

Come and go in a hurry, everything seems like a dream.

"Yes."

The first person to answer was neither Master Jin Guang nor Master Shui Jing, but the killer leader.

For some reason, after seeing the eyes of the man in white, his heart became devoid of love and hatred. He didn't want to kill any more, and he didn't want to be a killer anymore. He just wanted to find a place where no one was around, and quietly Stay like a rock forever.

The killer leader dropped the sword in his hand and disappeared into the breeze and drizzle alone.

"Yes."

The next answer was still not Master Jin Guang and the others, but Zhao Zilin.

She didn't want to take revenge on any family feud anymore, she just wanted to find a place where no one was around, and stay quietly like a rock.

Everything is empty.

The other killers and guards also came up with this idea. They threw away their weapons, left them in the ruined temple, and then left with blank eyes.

The ones who persisted to the end were two fledgling little monks. They hesitated and struggled for a while, but they didn't know what they were hesitating or struggling for.

"understood."

But the struggle was futile. After a few breaths, they seemed to have figured it out, and left the ruined temple in a daze.

……

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Tao friendly means."

Not long after Jin Guang and Shui Jing left, an old Taoist priest with white hair and childlike face, but full of muscles, quietly appeared outside the door of the nameless ruined temple after tapping his palms three times.

"I didn't expect that in Nanya Prefecture, there would be a great cultivator who walks the path of ruthlessness."

Bai Mo still didn't speak, but just looked at this strange old man.

No one knows when the Ruthless Dao appeared. Everyone only knows that the power of the monks of the Ruthless Dao can rise almost without bottleneck until the day they are completely Daoized.

In Nanya Prefecture, the limit of the ruthless Taoist monks is the Nascent Soul Stage, and many of them are not strong enough, and even disappeared in the Foundation Establishment Stage of the Golden Core Stage.

I've never heard of any monk who can persevere until the stage of transforming gods on the dead road of the ruthless way.

It was also the first time for Wei Wuya, a monk who transformed into a god, to see a ruthless Taoist who could survive to the stage of transforming a god.

"I don't know where your honor is from?" Wei Wuya was very interested in this person.

"Me? Not here."

"East Pole State? North Xuan State? Western Yan State? Or Central Shenzhou?"

He has also dealt with some ruthless monks, and knows that there is no need to beat around the bush when talking to them.

"No."

"Could it be that your honor is a person from the upper realm?" Wei Wuya also had some vague guesses, his eyes gradually became fiery.

As a cultivator of Huashen, he has traveled all over the five continents of Yuanyang Realm for thousands of years, and he has never heard of anyone who can enter Huashen with the ruthless way, and the most invincible one only persisted for ten years in the late Yuanying period.

"Upper Realm? Maybe."

After receiving the affirmative answer from the other party, Wei Wuya's mood fluctuated even more, but he was immediately suppressed again.

The Yuanyang Realm is just a mortal realm, and the monks in it can only cultivate in the stage of transformation. If they want to continue their path, they need to ascend to a higher level of the spiritual realm.

However, after the super war in ancient times, the mountains and rivers in Yuanyang Realm were shattered, and the original ascension channel was also destroyed.

For thousands of years, the cultivators who were unwilling to be trapped could only fly to the sky by themselves, searching for the illusory upper realm in the endless void.

It sounds good to go to the outer world to find the upper realm, but the Yanghuo Palace where Wei Wuya lives, the predecessors who have left soul lamps to find hope in the past, the longest one has not lived for ten years, and the soul lamp placed in the Zongmen Zushitang Just turned off.

It is also a dead end with no return.

(End of this chapter)