Cannon fodder and female supporting role, a match made in heaven

Snowflakes slammed against the barrier of the Demon-Suppressing Array, making shattering sounds like sand, but they could not cover up the sudden deathly silence within the array.

While everyone was still trying to figure out the deeper meaning of Xie Qingyao's words, the spiritual energy that was originally flowing like a golden river in the formation suddenly froze and turned into chains wrapped in dark green strange light, piercing into the dantian of every cultivator in the formation with the precision of a poisonous snake.

"What's going on?!" As soon as the leader of Biyun Mountain, who was closest to the Five Dragon Wheel, noticed something was wrong, the spiritual power in his body was forcibly extracted by a brutal force and flowed back into the formation along the chains.

He watched helplessly as the cultivation he had painstakingly cultivated for years turned into a strange green light in the formation. His body shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally fell like a dry leaf that had been drained of moisture. When it landed on the formation pattern, it was crushed into powder by an invisible force. Amidst the blood mist, not even a bone was left.

Screams then exploded in the formation, one after another.

At this moment, the disciples of various sects have become prey caught by the formation. Green chains are wrapped around their wrists and necks, frantically tearing at their spiritual power and vitality. Even the wails of their souls when they leave their bodies are swallowed up by the formation and turned into tiny buzzing sounds.

Xie Qingwei stood at the center of the formation with his hands behind his back. The pressure from the powerful realm protected him like an invisible barrier.

The dark green light of the array reflected in his eyes. In the bright and dark, a cold arc appeared at the corner of his mouth. There was no mercy in his eyes. He just watched those people from the sect who had been in the same group with him fall one by one.

He wanted to sacrifice all of them, and use the cultivation of tens of millions of monks as a guide to enhance the power of the formation, and destroy the evildoer and these monks together.

The light of the formation became more and more bizarre as it devoured the cultivation of countless cultivators. The dark green light spread along the star patterns, turning the entire formation into a purgatory that chose its prey and devoured everyone.

Some people were unwilling to sit and wait for death, and used up their last spiritual power to rush to the edge of the formation, but were crushed into a bloody mist the moment they touched the edge.

Fresh blood flowed along the gullies of the star pattern into winding streams, and the pressure of the formation was a hundred times stronger than at the beginning.

The shadow of the Five Dragon Wheel dragon suspended in the center of the formation has been dyed with a strong blood color, and violent energy is surging in the dragon's pupils. It is slowly closing towards the center of the formation, as if to completely strangle the living creatures trapped in it.

The leader of Nanwu Sect hurriedly summoned protective Qi, and the pale golden light shield protected several disciples behind him. However, the edge of the Qi had begun to be eroded by the power of the formation, and fine cracks appeared.

He caught a glimpse of Xie Qingyao standing outside the formation with a calm expression. His pupils suddenly shrank, and a piercing chill instantly ran through his body: "Oh no! Xie Qingyao has tampered with the formation!"

"Master!" An anxious cry came from outside the formation. It was his eldest disciple.

He was afraid that the formation would accidentally injure his disciples, so he deliberately left half of them outside. Now they have become his only hope.

"Quick! Break the formation outside!" The voice of the Nanwu Sect's leader trembled barely perceptibly. As soon as he finished speaking, another piece of the protective qi shattered. A disciple behind him was entangled by the power of the formation and groaned in pain.

The Nanwu Sect disciples outside the formation immediately gathered their strength, and various spiritual powers shot towards the formation barrier like arrows, but only caused a circle of faint ripples.

"Dad, what are you doing? They are all monks from various sects!" Xie Yanshu's face was full of shock, with blood at the corner of his mouth.

He was still seriously injured and looking at the tragic scene in the formation, he felt as if his heart was blocked by a huge rock, and even breathing was painful.

Shi Yu's voice trembled with anxiety: "Master, stop the formation quickly! If this continues, everyone will die!"

Xie Qingyao still looked kind and gentle in front of them, but there was a hint of impatience in his eyes.

"Yanshu, you are my son. When these old bastards die, the Qingwei Sect will be the only one left in the entire world of immortal cultivation. By then, you will not only be the Young Master of the Qingwei Sect, but the entire world of immortal cultivation will obey you."

He turned to Shi Yu, his tone filled with dissatisfaction and inducement, "Shi Yu, although it was your fault that Shen Zhaozhao escaped from the Immortal Prison, you have always been obedient and are my most proud disciple, so I deliberately kept you outside the formation. Now all you have to do is listen to me and suppress Shen Zhaozhao for me. From now on, you will also be an elder of the Qingwei Sect."

Shi Yu looked at the Nanwu Sect disciples outside the formation who were trying desperately to break the formation, then suddenly turned his head to look inside the formation.

The Nanwu Sect leader, who had just been protecting his disciples, had his protective qi completely shattered. He watched helplessly as the sect leader's cultivation was drained away by the chains and his body quickly shriveled up.

Shi Yu's hand holding the sword suddenly tightened, and his knuckles turned white. The next second, he drew out the long sword, and the tip of the sword carried a decisive cold light, and he slashed desperately at the formation barrier.

Xie Yanshu knew that it was difficult to convince his father, and regardless of his serious injuries, he drew his sword. A cold light drew a silver rainbow in the air, overlapping with Shi Yu's sword shadow. The two spiritual powers hit the barrier at the same time, but still only splashed a little ripple.

Jiang Jinyan stayed outside the formation because of his low cultivation level. At this moment, his eyes were red as he smashed the protective jade token hard at the barrier.

The jade token was a relic left by his master, and it cracked into fine lines the moment of collision.

But he acted as if he didn't see it. He picked up the jade token again and again and smashed it again and again until the jade token was completely shattered. His fingertips were cut by the fragments and blood stained his palms red.

Xie Qingyao didn't take them seriously at all.

This attack is nothing but an ant trying to shake a tree compared to the blood formation created with blood and cultivation.

He raised his hand to brush away the dust on his sleeves, and his gaze fell on the Five Dragon Wheel in the center of the formation, his eyes full of determination to win.

In a moment, no one in this world would be able to stop him.

At this moment, a sharp sword energy suddenly attacked, with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and pierced Xie Qingyao's back.

The blood-colored dragon shadow was shattered by the sword energy. Chu Yu flew up, holding the blood-stained sword, his eyes full of murderous intent, and slashed at Xie Qingyao fiercely.

Xie Qingyao didn't even raise his eyelids, he just raised his hand and pressed lightly on the center of the formation.

The blood-red dragon shadow of the Five Dragon Wheel swooped down suddenly, and the power of the formation instantly turned into an invisible barrier, like a huge mountain, smashing Chu Yu, who had just broken through the two dragon shadows, to the ground.

The blood formation has absorbed the power of nearly a thousand cultivators. He is the master of the formation, and all the power is at his disposal.

Chu Yu fell heavily into the snow, his clothes already soaked with blood. Blood beads from the corners of his mouth fell onto the snow, blurring out red plum blossoms.

He supported himself with his sword and managed to raise his head, but his gaze suddenly froze.

He saw Shen Zhaozhao standing in the air, quickly forming seals with his fingertips, and a faint dark purple halo lingering around his body. That was the power of the ancient magic weapon!

His heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he instantly realized what she was going to do. A piercing fear instantly gripped him.

His body couldn't stop shaking, and he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Zhao Zhao! No!"

He knew Yu Ruyi's power too well. To fight against the Five Dragon Wheel, she had to use herself as a guide, which would mean mutual destruction!

"What are you doing?" Shi Yu also saw the figure in the air. His pupils suddenly shrank and he rushed over to pull her, but his fingertips only brushed the corner of her clothes and he didn't catch anything.

Shen Zhaozhao did not look back. She looked at the cultivator who was still being devoured in the formation, and at Chu Yu's blood-stained figure, a trace of determination flashed in her eyes.

The next moment, she unleashed all the power of the ancient magic weapons in her body, and the purple halo surged towards the Five Dragon Wheel in the center of the formation like a tide.

The ancient magic weapon and the divine weapon collided with a loud bang, making a roar that shook the heavens and the earth.

The formation's barrier shattered, and the dark green chains instantly turned to ashes. The remaining monks in the formation finally regained their freedom, but they all fell weakly in the snow, unable to even stand up.

Shen Zhaozhao mobilized the remaining strength in his palm and struck Xie Qingyao hard.

Seeing Xie Qingyao lying in the snow, completely dead, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, a faint smile appearing on the corner of her mouth.

She finally avenged her father. Ever since she knew the truth about her father's death, she had never wanted to kill Xie Qingyao.

The flying snow seemed to be stopped for a moment by this force, and then fell like goose feathers, landing on Shen Zhaozhao, and soon dyed the tips of her hair white.

Her figure gradually became transparent in the light, like a tattered maple leaf blown by the wind, slowly falling down. The blood that flowed from her body dripped onto the snow, staining the whiteness red.

She turned her head with difficulty and looked at Chu Yu in the air, her eyes filled with smiles, as if they were quenched by starlight.

Chu Yu stared at the girl's figure, and suddenly everything in front of him turned white, and he seemed to be unable to see anything clearly. He almost pounced on her instinctively and caught her steadily before she landed.

The person in his arms felt light and his breath was so weak that it was almost imperceptible.

The flying snow fell on them, on Chu Yu's blood-stained clothes, and on Shen Zhaozhao's pale cheeks, and was instantly melted by his body temperature.

Shen Zhaozhao leaned in his arms, a faint smile on her lips. Her fingertips gently brushed the blood stains on his face, her voice so soft that it seemed to be blown away by the wind and snow: "Chu Yu...it's okay..."

"Zhao Zhao." Chu Yu held her hand tightly, his voice choked with sobs, "You will be fine. I will definitely save you."

The two held hands tightly, and he madly sent spiritual power to her, but the warmth of the person in his arms gradually faded away, and all the spiritual power returned to his body.

The snow water that fell on Chu Yu's face was icy cold, mixed with the hot tears, and hit Shen Zhaozhao's clothes together, leaving dark marks.

"Shen Zhaozhao!" Shi Yu rushed over and wanted to help her up, but he froze the moment he touched her body.

Her body was covered with scars, and the meridians under her skin were almost all broken. He didn't know where to start, fearing that if he used a little force, she would break.

She lay quietly in Chu Yu's arms, blood constantly flowing from the corner of her mouth.

Xie Yanshu and Jiang Jinyan also came over.

Jiang Jinyan felt her pulse and then shook his head with a heavy expression.

Sacrifice yourself, there is no way to save the situation.

Everyone fell into silent grief.

"It's all you who killed her." Shi Yu cried and wanted to take Shen Zhaozhao away from his arms.

"Get out of here." Chu Yu pushed Shi Yu away and hugged Shen Zhaozhao tightly in his arms. His voice was hoarse as if it had been rubbed by sandpaper. "I can save you, I can definitely save you..."

His eyes were bloodshot, and he suddenly smiled, his dimples deep in the corners of his mouth. "Yes, there's also the Same Fate Gu. Zhao Zhao, you wouldn't have guessed it, but I put a Gu on you."

He quickly used his spiritual power to cut open the palms of the two men and clasped their fingers together.

White threads instantly emerged from the palms of the two people's clasped hands, and the pattern of the fate-killing Gu on Chu Yu's wrist suddenly lit up red-gold, and penetrated into Shen Zhaozhao's body along the clasped fingertips.

Xie Yanshu turned pale with shock. The life-span transfer of the Same Life Gu was based on the life of the person who cast the spell. He wanted to use his own life to extend Shen Zhaozhao's life.

A stream of white light flowed into Shen Zhaozhao's body through the palms of the two men, and a hint of blood appeared on her pale cheeks.

Xie Yanshu saw that the meridians under the boy's robe began to break, and blood seeped out from his sleeves, dripping onto the snow, mixing with Shen Zhaozhao's blood, spreading a large patch of glaring red on the white snow.

Shen Zhaozhao's eyelashes trembled slightly and she slowly opened her eyes.

She met Chu Yu's scarlet eyes, saw his face turning pale quickly, and the bloodstains on his sleeves that kept expanding, and instantly understood something.

Tears suddenly welled up in her eyes, her voice trembling as she cried out, "Chu Yu...you bastard...who asked you to sacrifice your life for me..."

"Zhao Zhao, don't cry." Chu Yu raised his other hand, his fingertips were as cold as snow, gently stroked her cheek, and wiped away her tears.

His voice was soft, yet it carried a sense of settled calm. "I've lived a very tiring life. My hands are stained with countless blood, and my sins are so grave that death is not a pity. But you're different. You don't deserve to die, and... you've always wanted to live a good life, right?"

Shen Zhaozhao's tears flowed even harder. She wanted to cry out loud, but her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she could only let out suppressed and painful sobs.

She clearly felt that the warm light in Chu Yu's palm was becoming more and more turbulent, but the stronger the light became, the paler his face became.

The backlash of the life-same-life Gu had begun to gnaw at his internal organs, stripping away his vitality bit by bit.

The intense pain made his whole body tremble uncontrollably, and his knuckles turned white from the force, but he still gritted his teeth and refused to let go of her hand, as if that was his last connection with this world.

He finally understood the mood of the mosquito demon when it transferred its lifespan to Sun Liniang.

Jiang Jinyan turned his head away with red eyes. Once the life-sharing Gu was activated, there was no possibility of it stopping unless the caster died.

He pulled Xie Yanshu and Shi Yu back further away, leaving this space completely to Chu Yu and Shen Zhaozhao.

The snow was still falling, and large flakes of snow slowly drifted down on Chu Yu's blood-stained hair and eyelashes, and melted into water droplets in an instant.

He looked at Shen Zhaozhao's face which was gradually regaining its color, and a satisfied and gentle smile slowly appeared on his face.

He also transformed the demonic energy into gentle spiritual power and transferred it into Shen Zhaozhao's body. From now on, she would no longer be threatened by anyone.

After finishing everything, Chu Yu used up his last bit of strength, leaned over slightly, and gently pressed his forehead against hers. His warm breath sprayed between her brows, carrying his last bit of attachment: "Zhao Zhao, promise me that you will never forget me. And..."

He paused, his voice so soft that it was almost blown away by the wind and snow, but every word landed clearly on the tip of Shen Zhaozhao's heart: "I love you."

Shen Zhaozhao hugged him tightly, tears rolling down her cheeks and hitting the back of Chu Yu's cold hand. Her voice trembled and she fell into great despair.

"I don't want you to die, I don't want... Chu Yu, please don't leave, I beg you..."

Before he finished speaking, Chu Yu's body began to become transparent, like mist crushed by the cold wind. In the swirling snow curtain, it turned into tiny points of light inch by inch, and even the outline was slowly melting away.

How could this be?

How could the body...disappear?

Shen Zhaozhao's whole body froze, and the blood seemed to instantly freeze in his limbs.

She stretched out her hand in panic, but her fingertips only passed through a piece of cold snowflakes and did not even touch the corner of her clothes.

A feeling of weightlessness enveloped her, causing her to sit down heavily in the snow. The accumulated snow seeped into her skin through the gaps in her clothes, making her freezing cold.

He left nothing behind.

Even the spiritual consciousness in her sea of ​​consciousness that had accompanied her for a long time only gently and lovingly brushed against the veins of the Tree of Life at the very end, and then evaporated like morning dew, leaving no trace.