A drop of bright red blood slowly flowed down from Chen He's forehead.
The vision in his right eye was a little blurry, his fist was deeply sunk into the neck of a red-furred beast, and the sharp claws cut through his right arm. The fangs and fangs of these fierce beasts were all poisons. Even after death, their souls would not disperse, and they would gather together into a body and reincarnate as before. Their flesh and blood looked the same, but after all, some things were different.
They can only attack, bite the throat of the monk, tear the body, but can no longer eat people.
There is no poison on the claws and fangs.
Therefore, the monks of the Heluo faction have repeatedly saved their lives.
The back of the mountain wall was full of people who couldn't afford to be injured. Those with mild injuries were recovering from meditation, while those with serious injuries were already unconscious and needed someone to put the elixir into their mouths.
Some of the ferocious torn wounds are extremely terrifying. Fortunately, these are all cultivators of the Nascent Soul period, and they have almost left the mortal body. As long as they are not killed by one blow, they can move the blood vessels and meridians by themselves in an emergency, so as not to bleed to death. .
The tattered robes, the horrific injuries, the suppressed pain... The Heluo faction looked extremely miserable.
What made them feel ashamed in particular was that the little Taoist priest brought by Chen He and Changmei was still holding on on the mountain wall. They were two realms higher than the juniors, and as a result, they were wounded and retired the fastest, and very few remained on the front lines of the battlefield.
After all, the cultivation world had not seen such a tragic battle for many years.
The Daoists of the Heluo faction were caught off guard. Instead, Chen He, who entered Dao by martial arts, and Tianyan, who was reborn and experienced, were more suitable for the battlefield.
Eight thousand years ago, in the ancient and desolate period, it was really not just a magic trick to compare with supernatural powers. The ancient monks on the mountain walls all held ice blades in one hand, and magic weapons in the other, and occasionally cast spells. The attack that came, and the bite of the fierce beast that climbed the mountain wall vigorously.
The old man with long eyebrows was even more restrained. He only dared to use half of what he could do. He had to be distracted and stared at Chen He's safety, and he also had to pay attention to the little Taoist priest at the foundation-building stage.
"That won't work."
Daoist Longmei summoned a thunderbolt to slash a few Luoluo birds, picked up Tianyan Zhenren who kept dodging and threw spells in the gaps, and stepped back, and dragged Chen He out, who was fighting with the beast.
Seeing a group of people with scars under the mountain wall, the old man with long eyebrows hated the stubborn footsteps: "You are really embarrassing the Heluo faction."
The crowd hung their heads weakly.
What Tianyan Zhenren wanted to say, but looking at these "master and ancestor-level" classmates, only half of them were familiar with their appearance, and the rest must have died on the battlefield of the righteous path and demon cultivation long before he became the head of the sect. Keep your mouth shut.
"And you!" The old man with long eyebrows roared at Chen He, "You don't squat in the back, but also climb up the mountain wall, what do you want to do? Any beast can gnaw you to death!"
Chen He wiped the blood from his forehead and looked at the mountain wall.
The strength of the ancient monks is very different. There are people in the Jindan stage, and there are many people in the foundation stage. There is no such thing as people with low cultivation base being protected behind, obviously Shuihuangu has no way out that day.
"Daoist, I will be very careful." Chen He said.
"You—" The long-browed old Taoist blew his beard and stared, almost saying what use is there to have more of you, but it can't affect the battle situation. Then he thought of the Heluo School's Nascent Soul monks because they have been nesting in the mountain gate all the year round. thing, suddenly dumbfounded.
"Senior brother is waiting for me outside, I won't die." Chen He said seriously.
The long eyebrows hummed and pulled Chen He: "Wrap up the wound on your arm!"
He turned around and rebuked the crowd:
"The ancient monks have guarded this mountain wall for countless years. They have rules for advancing and retreating. You are just throwing spells at the beasts. What are you doing? Pindao brought you out, not for your funeral! They are all clever. point!"
As he said that, he slapped the real person Tianyan on the shoulder, almost knocking the little Taoist upside down.
"You are not as good as this little Taoist priest!"
Real Tianyan, who was forced to act as a role model, was under a lot of pressure under the gaze of all kinds of complicated eyes.
"Ahem, this junior is chasing demons in Yuzhou City to make a living. He has no teachers or friends, poor cultivation, and is good at observing battles... Well, observing the situation." Tianyan Zhenren knew more about Heluo Sect colleagues, and immediately lowered his eyebrows to explain.
Immediately, many Taoists were relieved, and being scolded by the elders in such a veiled manner, they really couldn't hold their faces.
"Elder...Is there no other way for us to break the fragments of the small world?" said a seriously injured Taoist from the Heluo faction weakly.
"Where's the way?" The Taoist man with long eyebrows scolded.
The eight-tailed fox who opened the small world fragment is dead, just destroy the spiritual balance of this ancient desolate world—
This is a simple thing. Take the gesture of plucking the hair of the wild goose, pluck away the spiritual grass in the fragments of the small world, dig out all the ore and jade that can make magic weapons, and kill the beasts inside. Destroy the aura cycle, and the fragmented world will collapse naturally.
Who would have known that there are two sides with souls that will not be separated, and the war will last for countless years.
"Leave those who are seriously injured. Others are not allowed to go up the mountain wall. They are not allowed to do anything. Stay beside the ancient monks to help them resist the attack." Daoist Changmei said irritably, tugging at his beard. I won't save my life, and I will go back to the mortals in the valley as soon as possible."
This time there was silence.
"Walk!"
A Taoist from the Heluo School silently drew a trace on the mountain wall to record.
There is a bright sun hanging in the sky of the fragment of the small world, day and night, in fact, it is a mass of sunlight essence, with the broken world hanging forever in the sky, it is very hot.
Within the barrier established by the Heluo Pai, the valley has never been safe.
This is the first month of the month, and every household has food in storage. Most of the Thirteenth Square in Xicheng are civilians with little family property. The well water is dry, but there are many mountain springs in the valley.
It was just that a sudden change happened, people were in chaos, and every day they heard the roar of killing outside, gods flew around, and occasionally there were ferocious birds.
There is no spring and no autumn, and finally people accept the fact that they can never go out again.
A large number of people died, and infighting happened again and again, and finally everything returned to peace.
The valley orchards were plucked, and more fields were reclaimed.
There were many graves along the edge of the forest, and there were not enough incense sticks, so stones could only be built on the graves. They are in stark contrast to the neat and dense scratches on the side of the mountain wall.
Whenever the wind blows the sand and dust from the bones of the beasts under the Baizhang mountain wall to the end of the sky, ancient monks will appear on the silent mountain wall. tomorrow.
"Little brother, get up."
The ancient monk holding the round shield magic weapon woke Chen He up.
Although he didn't remember Chen He very much, he was used to this person lying near him.
Every time the immortal souls appeared, they always thought that it was the eve of the arrival of the beast tide. They gathered on the mountain wall and waited for the battle that would determine the fate of their homeland.
The Taoists of the Heluo faction also ended their breath adjustment and stood up in twos and threes.
Everyone's robes were tattered, and the clothes and elixir in their storage bags were almost exhausted.
Chen He didn't count the number of nicks on the mountain wall. He only knew that the Heluo School Taoist who was responsible for adding a notch every time the tide of beasts appeared, had already replaced four.
All the dead are not buried.
Cultivators almost have a storage bag in hand, which can store things when they are alive, and can also be used as a high-level straw mat when they are dead, waiting for the same door to bring them back to the Heluo School.
- No matter how careful you are, there will always be misfortune.
The first time they saw the souls of the deceased appear, many Taoists from the Heluo School didn't hold back and let out a roar.
Before, the entire head of the eight-tailed fox was shot through by silver arrows, and nothing escaped, so that people forgot that in this lost ancient world, even if they died, they could not leave.
As a cultivator in the Mahayana period, the old man with long eyebrows boiled his eyes red, and his eyes were full of dark blues.
Those who were in a trance were all driven to the bottom of the mountain wall.
It seems that only Chen He is left, and even Tianyan Zhenren is exhausted.
The old man with long eyebrows stared at Chen He anxiously for many days, and finally remembered that Chen He had a mirage bead that Shi Feng grabbed. If Chen He wanted to forget, as long as the mirage bead was sealed, every day would be brand new to him. .
The long eyebrows were instantly relieved, not knowing that Chen He, who kept silent every day, had not forgotten anything.
Standing on the mountain wall, Chen He looked at the surging beast tide in the distance, silently thinking about the Primordial Primordial Palm who had just learned a new trick yesterday. There are deep and shallow scars all over the back and legs.
Scars can be cured with just a single high-grade elixir. Before they can go out, Chen He doesn't care about them at all.
He was just as cautious today, staring at the beast climbing up, choosing a target he could attack, and cooperating with the ancient cultivator with a round shield to defend him.
The roar was endless, and the flesh and blood flew under the claws.
There are ancient monks falling down and turning into dust, and this scene is always repeated.
- To survive, senior brother will wait for him outside.
Chen He pursed his lips, dodging a rhinoceros-shaped beast, and the spiritual power emanating from his palm had turned into a rich golden color, which was a sign that he could form pills, but this state had been going on for a long time.
Even the real person Tianyan was successfully formed not long ago, and Chen He has not moved.
Only Chen He himself knew that the large amount of spiritual energy he had accumulated did not catalyze the formation of elixir, but instead poured all of it into the sleeping stone fire. Every time he wakes up from pranayama, he can see that the seal of the fire in the stone is missing again.
soon, soon...
After kicking off a human-faced spider, Chen He twisted off its claws with his backhand, and poked at a huge ape with protruding teeth.
The round shield cultivator who was almost killed by the ape escaped, holding a hook-shaped magic weapon, pierced the ape's chest, and kicked it down the mountain wall, then the ancient cultivator smiled at Chen He.
Such a tragic war, with no hope of victory every time, once led many Heluo cultivators to despair.
The efforts they made seemed to only slow down the death and injury of the monks—until those souls who were addicted to fighting felt the presence of the Heluo faction and began to cooperate tacitly. The few smiles that appeared, separated by eight thousand years, were like Still alive like that.
These memories will never reach the soul of tomorrow, who can best chat with them
Everything turned to dust again, and the round shield fell at Chen He's feet.
After a few hours, the ancient monk would ask with a smile, "Little brother, where are you from?"
"Really, little brother wants to know about the Beixuan Sect? It's a very big sect. I heard that there have been many immortals, but unfortunately it's too far away from us, and we can't wait for rescue."
"The battle between the Northern Profound Sect and the Southern Hezong Sect? Who knows, we Jindan stage cultivators are just ordinary cultivators of the Great Wilderness.
Every time, I can only say one sentence before waiting for the tide of beasts to come from the end of the sky.
Chen He only had time to ask a question.
It wasn't just Chen He who did this. Daoist Changmei had already led the crowd and asked the ancient monks on the mountain wall. Although the process was not as smooth as Chen He's, he knew almost all the names of the ancient monks.
Including the Mahayana practitioner with gold armor and silver bow.
Futianshan Ji Changge, 8,000 years ago, Futianshan was quite a sect, but after the catastrophe, they allied with Nanhe sect disappeared.
After the outbreak of the war, this Ji Changge returned to his hometown, Shuihuangu, and finally died here.
The silver bow and gold armor fell into the dust, just like anyone else.
Looking at the surrounding mountain walls returning to calm, the old man with long eyebrows rubbed his brows and said, "What do you think this time? If we can't come up with a good idea, we can only continue to spend it here. There are still three hundred years of poor life, and we can always endure it. Among you, the Nascent Soul Stage has advanced to the Divine Transformation Stage, and you can add some help to me."
The crowd remained silent.
Chen He suddenly swayed, as if he was about to fall.
Old Daoist with long eyebrows stood up in shock, but saw a fire rising into the sky, and the flames pierced through the hole. The flames burned completely unobstructed.
"How is this going?"
Chen He sank his spiritual energy, and the flame broke away from his body, wrapping it into an oval ball.
"Chirp." Shi Zhonghuo jumped in the air excitedly.
Chen He didn't bother to rub against the fire in the marble, and ran down the mountain wall without a word.
"Chen He?" The old man with long eyebrows couldn't be relieved and stretched his head to look around.
"It's alright, I'm going to get a pill."
"Oh!" Changmei was as puzzled as everyone else, and if she formed a pill, she would have formed a pill. What are you doing in such a hurry
Chen He didn't explain, and he couldn't help it - as soon as Shi Zhonghuo escaped, his dantian's spiritual energy was so much that he was about to burst his meridians.