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Chapter 564: Just a Fantasy Before Death

"If my last name was Sun, I would kick this furnace over and kill you with my golden eyes!"

Zhao Yushu laughed in anger. The bronze bell transmitted sound very well and he could clearly hear Bujie and Li Hai outside trying desperately to repel Yan Hui and release him. However, Yan Hui was not only not at a disadvantage when fighting one against two, but his aura was even getting stronger.

King Kong's essence and blood are being digested quickly.

He couldn't get out with the Shadow Steps. The darkness created by Assassin was blocked by Honglian's spiritual power and he couldn't get out of the bronze bell. Fire was surging outside and there was not a trace of shadow left. His invincible means of escape was wasted.

I am now in a typical situation of internal and external troubles, and the life-and-death crisis is second only to the last time in Yuezhou.

Damn, nothing good will happen if you get involved with the leader, and the leader didn’t even do it himself. If the leader was ruthless enough, he would have directly let Yan Hui hold the Dingtian Sword, and then he would have replaced Yan Hui, and I’m afraid that no one in the entire Shengci Temple would have survived.

But now is not the time to think about these things. The scabbard is about to shatter his arm. The only way now is to use Madam Xu to release the huge spiritual power in it. However, in this small bronze bell, if he releases the spiritual power, the instantaneous backlash will blow him to pieces like a firecracker.

How to do?

Bujie has exhausted all his strength. If he delays any further, he will have to use up his own lifespan. However, according to the current situation, he and Lihai are losing step by step, so it will be useless even if he uses up his own lifespan.

Even if the two of them were defeated, Yan Hui would have a few more blood foods out of thin air. According to the leader's idea, it would be no problem to cultivate an inner demon with only murderous intent.

You have to save yourself.

Zhao Yushu sat cross-legged. A green light flashed and Kunwu appeared beside him. Minghong, Chengying, Longque, Assassin and Madam Xu all transformed and formed a semicircle and floated in front of him.

Kunwu grabbed the scabbard, and the two of them shared the recoil force brought by the scabbard.

"Just swallow as much as you can later. Swallow as fast as you can. Whether I can survive depends on you."

Zhao Yushu closed his eyes, reached out to take Madam Xu, and took a deep breath.

If I could also feel the heaven and earth, what would it be?

Madam Xu put the sword into the scabbard.

Yan Hui, who was outside the bronze bell, felt his palm tremble, and the bronze bell seemed to be shattered into pieces, so he instinctively increased the infusion of spiritual power. The entire bronze bell became even darker red, and the surrounding air was distorted by the baking, giving people the illusion that it was about to melt.

Two of the magic weapons in Bujie's hands have disappeared, and the skulls wandering around Yanhui were forced to stay away by the breath of Honglian. Li Hai fell to the ground, and his body was like a dead tree, constantly sprouting new buds and withering again. Both of them have reached the end of their strength.

In the distance, Du Wu was dragging Cao Zheng, who was much weaker than him, as far as he could go, but he could not drag him any further.

"Big brother?"

Cao Zheng stood up with difficulty: "This is a golden opportunity. If I win, the Cao and Du families will not be able to survive with just Yizhou."

Du Wu was a little confused. We two mortals would be shattered if we got any closer. Didn't you see that the old Tibetan lama was no longer moving? What good opportunity are you talking about now?

Cao Zheng took out a blood-red pill from his sleeve.

"This, this is!?"

"Blood pill."

Cao Zheng swallowed his saliva. "Don't look at the monster's current strength, but I think the one in the clock will definitely come out. When will I miss it in my life? When the time comes and they are both defeated, all those cultivators and immortals will be mine!"

"You, you," Du Wu took two steps back. He wanted to say, you are crazy. Cao Zheng clearly hasn't swallowed the blood pill yet, but his face is flushed and his eyes are crazy.

He really has gone crazy.

Pandita knelt beside Vajra. He was very close to the center of the battle. Wave after wave of spiritual power kept colliding and attacking him. Even though no one was targeting him, his internal organs had been shaken and were bleeding. If he had not been wearing a protective treasure given to him by Vajra, he would have been shaken to pieces.

Even so, he couldn't survive.

The pandit trembled as he took out a small, dimly-lit ox horn from his arms. The horn was already covered with cracks.

"Child, the teacher will avenge you."

Pandita struggled to stand up, grasped the bull's horns, and rushed towards Yanhui with gritted teeth, his monk robe suddenly catching fire.

The pandit continued to rush forward without stopping, as if he didn't feel the burning flames.

The ox's horns made crackling sounds. Pandita was still two feet away from Yanhui. He fell to the ground powerlessly, and his body burned slowly. Yanhui did not look back at him from beginning to end.

Li Hai could only sigh as he looked at Pandita who was going to die in anger. He had no ability to save him, and Vajra, who was supposed to protect him, died earlier and more miserably. Miaoyin Hai over there might be able to save him, but she might prefer that Pandita die in Yizhou.

Yan Hui, a great Buddhist master, was transformed into a disgusting monster. A group of monks with unique talents schemed and attacked each other for their own interests. There is evil in people's hearts.

The tide is gone.

Kunwu immediately snatched the scabbard and stood in front of Zhao Yushu, then he immediately turned into a stream of light and returned to the sea of ​​qi. The remaining magic weapons frantically absorbed the violent storm of spiritual power, and all of them made a low hum as if they could not bear the heavy burden.

However, this spiritual power was still too strong. Zhao Yushu only felt a strong wind coming and his skin exploded directly.

The flesh and blood were blown away bit by bit, and the pain comparable to that of slow slicing spread to the brain in an instant.

A scream echoed in the bronze bell.

The voice was so loud that Bujie activated the Dharmakāya again without hesitation, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened.

Li Hai's arms turned into willow branches and wrapped around Yan Hui, dragging him backwards madly. However, Yan Hui's body was unreasonably heavy, and the wrapped willow branches were covered by flames and burned off piece by piece.

Miaoyinhai's spiritual power was about to be exhausted. She was only in the fourth level, but was competing with the great perfection of the outer scene, or even a heavenly treasure. Not only was she powerless, she also did not have Lan Ling's courage to face death.

Li Qi, who was sleeping in Puxian Pavilion, had his eyelids twitched slightly. He seemed to have heard the scream and moved his fingers slightly.

Wu Ziteng's ears twitched, his face darkened, and his whole aura suddenly changed, causing the three scenes in the sky to change color at the same time.

A sword light spanned the sky, and the sword was unstoppable, full of the determination to die if not succeed. King Samantabhadra retreated in embarrassment, and the leader had a solemn expression. As soon as he moved, the Heavenly Sword blocked him.

"Shushan has successors."

The leader looked at the sword light going away and spoke with gritted teeth.

"There have always been people in Shushan."

The Sword Saint turned slightly. Originally, the Hierarch was standing between him and Shengci Temple, but now the Sword Saint was standing between the Hierarch and Shengci Temple.

"What's the name of this sword?"

"The first move of the Seven Absolute Swords he created."

"Just the first one?"

"Just the first one."

A sword soars into the sky.

Wu Ziteng tried his best to come, but Zhao Yushu didn't know whether he could wait for him.

Zhao Yushu felt like he was going to die.

It is said that before death people will review their life like a revolving lantern. Lao Zhao will tell him that it is not just a rumor, but a fact.

Zhao Yushu stood on the clean cement road, looking at the pairs of young students passing by in front of him, feeling a little dazed.

Shouldn't it start with babies?