The sect is full of evildoers, but I am the eldest brother.

The end of the word.

Lao Ba remained silent for a long time, and kept thinking about the old monk's words in his mind.

Does all this make sense?

Lao Ba asked himself, and memories of the past came to his mind.

That was the joy and laughter he had experienced in his hometown...

Where there is laughter, there is also sadness.

Perhaps, Leon Alex's journey has already ended.

The days to come no longer belong to "him".

Belongs to, Lee Armstrong Thunder Gaba.

Why did you choose such a difficult name?

Lao Ba tried hard to recall and suddenly discovered.

All I remember is the story of Leon Alex, the Phoenix Guardian.

Those memories in the sect are gradually fading...

"Grandmaster......"

【Fate arranged for us to meet here.】

[Our fate has ended here.]

【But your fate...has not yet begun.】

It's like a word that wakes someone up from a dream.

Lao Ba finally came to enlightenment. What he just saw was the eldest senior brother when he was young. In other words, he is still the Phoenix Guardian now, not Lao Ba of Taiyi Sect!

"This land has buried too many people who should not have died..."

At this moment, Lao Ba was startled to realize that the old monk had opened his eyes and was looking at him kindly. He smiled and said, "Since ancient times, the Western Region has always been a united whole."

"Go, and try to find the meaning of your existence."

"Let the snow fall again in the Western Regions."

Lao Ba's body slowly rose, his soul became weak, and he was about to leave.

"Master, tell me! What can I do to stop this!"

At the last moment, Lao Ba shouted loudly.

The old monk watched as Old Eight gradually transformed into tiny stars and disappeared. He smiled slightly and said, "Donor, you are never alone. Try to pay more attention to those around you."

“You don’t have to pray for the arrival of light; you can become that light yourself.”

Lao Ba obeyed the old monk's words.

He watched his body dissipate into starlight.

At this moment, he understood! He understood everything!

There are too many people buried in this land who should not have died.

The Western Regions have always been a whole since ancient times.

Let the snow fall again in the Western Regions.

Although it seemed unintentional, the old monk had actually told Lao Ba the answer.

"It's hidden quite deeply..."

"It was you, the bald ass, who did this to me, right?"

Just when Lao Ba was about to disappear.

Two figures, one blue and one white, also came here.

"Big Brother, I've often heard you brag about how great you are, but Old Seven, Little Sister, and I have never seen it in person... Zhao Zhao said that you truly shined in Beixuan that time, and even Little Sister was shocked."

Lao Ba looked at the figure in white clothes below, a relieved smile appeared on his face, and he said: "But this time, I have no regrets."

With that, Lao Ba turned into starlight and completely dissipated in the air.

The Sword Master seemed to sense something and looked at the towering ancient Bodhi tree above his head in confusion.

"Donor, your life is destined to be full of regrets."

"Who, me? Or Old Ye?"

"Donor Ye has lived a happy life, so how could he have any regrets?"

"Hahahaha... A master is a master, and a man is honest. But even if you say so, I won't let you off!"

The Sword Master pondered for a moment, then raised his lips, his spirits radiating. "Who in this world is without regrets? The greatest regret in life is to always regret past regrets!"

"Throughout history, how many people have left their names in history?"

"Who can achieve immortality? Who can live forever? I've come to the human world to enjoy myself, not to listen to your old monk's nonsense about fate!"

"I am the writer. Books are a dream. They began with me and will end with me."

"If suffering is unavoidable, I will accept it and face it wholeheartedly."

······

"Zhao Zhao! You go first, I'll hold them back..."

“Let’s go!!!”

Accompanied by Hu Yanming's hoarse shouts.

A group of hideous monsters have blocked Xi Zhaozhao's retreat.

Even if you want to escape, it's too late.

At this time, Xi Zhaozhao was carrying Lao Ba, who had not yet woken up, and was half-kneeling on the ground due to exhaustion.

In one hand, she held the green sword that was inserted upside down into the ground for support. Her breathing was disordered and rapid. Sweat mixed with blood from the wound dripped onto the ground. Her eyes were fixed on the monster in front of her.

Since the temple disappeared in the morning, the two fled from morning to night, but still could not escape the monster's pursuit.

They were even forced to not hide in inhabited towns.

The fear of implicating innocent people is secondary.

Most importantly, after just a few days, the desert seemed to be occupied by monsters.

Finally arrived at a town.

Just when I was about to stop and take a breath, countless monsters of various shapes and sizes suddenly rushed out of the town.

There is a wolf in front and a tiger behind.

If you don't continue to escape, you will only end up being torn to pieces by the monster.

Moreover, the most terrible and deadly point is that most of these monsters are transformed from ordinary civilians who have lost their minds and have average strength, so there is still a possibility of recovery.

It would be easy to kill him, but there is really no need for that.

We can't just kill them all and turn the entire Mobei into a dead zone, right?

Let’s not talk about whether Xi Zhaozhao has that ability.

Even if there is, she can't do this!

"Get out of here!!!"

Hu Yanming had just repelled a wave of monsters, but another wave came in the blink of an eye.

Fortunately, he practiced both martial arts and drew thunder from the sky to temper his body for many years, and developed an invulnerable body of diamond. Otherwise, he would have been torn into pieces by the monster.

"Roar--"

The monsters' extremely shrill roars echoed one after another, resounding all around. As if receiving some kind of order, each one rushed towards Xi Zhaozhao and Huyan Ming like crazy.

"What on earth is Bailian Pavilion for?!"

Huyan Ming turned into a ray of lightning and rushed to Xi Zhaozhao.

His five fingers were wrapped with electric arcs, and he roared, then pressed his palms suddenly to the ground. Suddenly, a wall of lightning rose in the four directions of front, back, left and right, temporarily isolating the monster's attack.

"Zhao Zhao, I can still hold on for a while. You should take this time to regulate your breathing."

The little remaining true energy in Huyan Ming's body was continuously channeled through his hands and gathered towards the thunder walls rising on all sides. At this moment, his small body became tall and majestic.

Looking at Huyan Ming's back, Xi Zhaozhao gritted her teeth again and again.

I felt extremely unwilling.

Why do I always have to stand behind others...

If only I could become stronger, stronger...

A strong sense of unwillingness filled Xi Zhaozhao's heart, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword tightened more and more. Slowly, this unwillingness first turned into anger, then evolved into a desire for power, and then turned into a kind of greed that hated the humble and weak and wanted to become stronger than now.

The scene in front of me gradually became blurry.

Xi Zhaozhao blinked hard, but found that she could not see the things in front of her clearly. There was a strong feeling of dizziness in her head, forcing her to close her eyelids involuntarily.

What's going on? Are you too tired...

[The soul is the most boring and useless thing...]

Who is speaking......

[Only by discarding this most useless thing can you become strong and get everything you want. Come... embrace everything that belongs to you...]

[Give me your soul...]

I want to...become stronger...and discard the most useless things...

[Transaction, completed...]

“Zhao Zhao!!!”

A shout exploded in my ears.

It sounds familiar, but not as gentle as I remember.

Strange, why do I feel like I heard the voice of Eighth Brother...

Is this an illusion?

"Wake up! Don't believe the nonsense about 'greed'!"

"Once you sell your soul, you will no longer be yourself. You will be a puppet at the mercy of others for the rest of your life! No matter what, you must always stand firm in your beliefs!"

"Selling your soul is equivalent to betraying yourself!"

"Wake up! Otherwise... don't blame me for slapping you!!!"

"Don't...don't, I'm afraid of the pain...I'm awake...I'm already awake..."

Xi Zhaozhao answered in a daze, and her scattered consciousness became clear at this moment. What came into view was an anxious face full of worry.

Lao Ba noticed that the black lines on Xi Zhaozhao's hands were fading rapidly, and the green scales on his neck were also turning from solid to virtual, and then from virtual to faint, until they completely disappeared.

He looked delighted, as if the heavy stone in his heart had finally fallen.

"Thank God you're okay."

Lao Ba let out a long breath, and then asked with concern: "How do you feel now? Are you feeling any discomfort? Does the wound hurt? Do you want some water? I have some water here..."

"Brother...you..."

Lao Ba quickly moved closer to Xi Zhaozhao's face and listened attentively, "You talk, I'm listening."

"it is good......"

"Hello? Good morning or good evening? Evening?"

"So long-winded..."

Lao Ba:...

"Are you okay?"

Hu Yanming, who was standing by, heard the noise and quickly stopped breathing. He came over to look at Xi Zhaozhao, who was carefully helped up by Lao Ba and was rubbing her eyes as if she had not woken up yet.

"What's wrong with me?"

Xi Zhaozhao said a little sleepily.

"What else? You're almost frightened to death!"

Hu Yanming said in fear: "If Senior hadn't woken up in time..."

"A monster broke in?"

"I almost died under your sword!!!"

"what?!"

Xi Zhaozhao pointed at herself, her eyes widening, "Me?!"

"Yes! It's you!"

Hu Yanming gestured rapidly with his hands and said seriously, "Do you know how scary you looked just now? There are black lines growing all over your hands, and scales on both sides of your neck... And here, in the middle of your forehead, there's an extremely ugly horn!"

"Ugly?"

“It’s ugly!”

"Then why do you look so envious and jealous?"

"No, you saw it wrong."

Hu Yanming turned around in anger, grabbed a branch and squatted down to draw small circles, muttering to himself, "I'm not envious, really, not at all..."

The corners of Xi Zhaozhao's mouth twitched, and he felt slightly embarrassed.

She immediately turned to look at Lao Ba, who had gathered some dry firewood and was preparing to start a fire to keep warm. After a moment's hesitation, she asked, "Brother, can you speak now?"

"That's it."

Lao Ba chuckled. "I don't know what happened. I suddenly became able to speak normally. I was shocked myself. After all, I have seen doctors over the years, and they said there is no possibility of recovery. But it doesn't matter. I'm used to it..."

Lao Ba said a lot of things, but I don’t know what he wanted to express.

Pull this way, pull that way...

Xi Zhaozhao stretched out two fingers and silently blocked her ears.

When Lao Ba finished speaking and turned to look at her, she immediately put down her finger and put on a sweet and bright smile: "Yeah! It's great to be able to recover!"

"Yeah, you think so too."

The smile on Lao Ba’s face grew wider.

As expected, Zhao Zhao understands him best.

Looking at these two people, one was talking incoherently and the other was just smiling, not interrupting and only saying "hmm" twice after speaking, Huyan Ming scratched his head in confusion.

How did this conversation come together...

By the way, what on earth is the senior talking about? What the hell is fried rice cake with eggs?

Eggs... can you fry rice cakes? That would burn the whole pan!

"This place is full of monsters."

Seeing the opportunity, Hu Yanming quickly interrupted, looking anxious, "It's not a good idea to keep hiding like this. What are you going to do? Why not come back to Mingshen Sect with me?"

"Indeed, hiding all the time is not a solution."

"Then let's..."

"We still have to take the initiative!"

"..."

Lao Ba pondered for a moment, and after lighting the fire, he seemed to remember something and turned around to ask, "Have you all seen that master? He's the little monk with the long ears."

"Did he say anything to you?"

"Don't mention it."

Hu Yanming shook his head dejectedly. "That guy actually said that if we can't completely eliminate them, no matter how many people come, it will be useless."

"You must be joking. No matter how powerful the Black Demon Hall is, can they single-handedly overthrow the Five Realms?"

The Black Demon Hall can't do that, but if it's the King of the Abyss, that's not necessarily the case...

Lao Ba thought for a moment and then asked, "What else?"

"Is there any specific instruction on how to restore a monster to normal?"

"The young master didn't elaborate on this matter."

Xi Zhaozhao took over the conversation and added, "But Master said that we alone can't turn the tide, unless..."

"Unless?" Lao Ba raised his eyebrows.

Although it is not stated explicitly, it also points out a direction.

The master is compassionate.

After all, I can't just sit back and watch...

"Let the extinguished flame be rekindled."

Xi Zhaozhao frowned and said, "After my repeated questioning, the young master also said that there are only two ways to rekindle the flame. One is to offer sincerity and awaken the dormant will, and the other is..."

"What is it?"

Lao Ba looked at Xi Zhaozhao strangely as she suddenly choked up.

Not only his little junior sister, but Huyan Ming also showed a strange expression.

"You're still a monk, your six senses are not pure, and you have wild ideas."

Hu Yanming complained.

"what happened."

Lao Ba asked with a smile, "How can the six senses not be purified? Tell me, what is the second method?"

"The second method is..."

Xi Zhaozhao held her chin with her hand and said in confusion:

"Do a dance that warms people up."