Strange World Little Cooking Saint - 974. Chapter 956

Shi Yu had another feeling. The time around him suddenly accelerated, and the figure of the master and father quickly disappeared. The Huan Zong’s plants are blooming and flourishing, only in an instant.

She flew to Wangyou Valley, which changed all the time, and people in the Bieyuan had already been empty. Turning around, she saw Senior Huanfusheng retreating at the bottom of the lake and practicing, and Huan Yong had changed from youthful to mature, and she seemed to be able to stand alone.

“Huan Yong!” Shi Yu yelled at him. She struggled hard, hoping that time would pass more slowly so that she could be alone.

I don’t know if her struggle had an effect. Time really stagnated for an instant, but Shi Yu still couldn’t reach him. He could only watch him kneeling in front of the Sect Master and begs to come down the mountain: “Now the monsters outside the sect are in trouble, the creatures are overwhelmed, and the sect is supernatural. The outside world can be ignored, but the disciples can’t. Teacher, disciples do not cultivate for the sake of living in a corner, greedy for life and fear of death!”

Sect Master looked at him, his cold face didn’t move at all, “As a descendant of the Illusion Sect, you should stay in the Sect.”

Huan Yong’s eyes immediately turned red, “Because the disciple is a descendant of the sect, so he must shrink within the sect and let those monsters slaughter the human race? Then the teacher will take back this descendant order.”

As he said, kneeling in front of the Sect Master, he respectfully took out the Qingjin Ling and placed it on the ground, then banged his head three times towards the Sect Master, and walked away without turning his head.

Shi Yu tried to hold him, but the surrounding scenes turned around. Huan Yong with blood-stained clothes was standing on the wasteland. The corner of his mouth was bleeding all the time. The blood stained the jade flute beside his mouth, but the sound of the flute never broke. pass. All the green vines on the wasteland danced wildly with the sound of the flute.

“Don’t…” Shi Yu was trembling all over, she could see that Huan Yong had run out of oil, and if he continued to force it like this, once his sea of consciousness collapsed, he would be completely abolished.

However, Huan Yong couldn’t hear her voice at all. Not only did he not stop, but the spirits commanded the magic vines to harvest the lives of the monsters more violently, like a desperate bet before dying.

“Don’t…” Shi Yu could only watch him go crazy for the last time.

“Puff!” Before the song was finished, Huan Yong spewed out a mouthful of blood. The flushed complexion instantly turned into gold paper, and the surrounding plants stopped dancing at the moment the flute stopped, and then the surrounding wasteland ice The snow melted, revealing the blood-stained lake in the illusion, and all the obstacles in front of the monster army disappeared.

Huan Yong was already unable to support, he could only hold the jade flute in his hand, kneel down in front of the monster army, his face was cold, his eyes seemed to be catching the last prey, so as to contribute the final value.

“It turned out to be the illusionist, why, are the group of tortoises from the phantom sect finally showing up?” Someone among the monster beasts sneered, looking at Huanyong with greed, “I heard that the illusionist has the best skin and flesh. The taste is much higher than that of ordinary cultivators. We never had a chance to taste half of it before, but now God has sent a big gift in front of me. It seems that we have a good taste tonight.”

When Shi Yu heard this, he was about to split his canthus, they wanted to eat Huan Yong!

“Oh, do you want to eat me?” Huan Yong looked at them, his eyes provocatively wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth. Although the blood on Jun’s face was mottled, he did not hide his grace, “You don’t have the chance to see you.”

“Why, do you still want to explode? The space around you has been sealed off, so you should just obediently catch it.”

As the monster said, he walked towards Huan Yong. But before he could get close, he suddenly burst into flames.

Soul fire, the last move of the illusionist, is the same method. At the cost of his own soul and life, he releases the soul fire to burn nothingness. As long as people are caught in the fire, they basically can’t escape. But the magician who casts the spell is also completely dissipated.

Shi Yu watched the spreading soul fire, and the roars around begging for mercy were endless, but the person in the fire was always calmly admiring this last masterpiece. With more and more dead monsters, his figure is getting lighter and lighter.

Just as he was dying, he suddenly moved his eyes and looked in the direction where Shi Yu was.

The two stood in different time and space, looking at each other. Then Shi Yu saw him wave his hand. The wind blew, completely blowing him away with a faint smile.

“Huan Yong…” Shi Yu looked at the place where he disappeared with tears, sobbing.

Behind him, the lord stood on the dome of the Cloud Palace all night, and when the sky shattered, his head turned into white snow.

But the chaos is still going on, sadness can only be suppressed when hovering around midnight.

The four saints rushed around, and the smell of blood finally awakened the Spring and Autumn Dreams of the Human Race. On the Terran Land, blood became the only color, and wailing and fear were the only tune. Dark clouds obscured the starry sky, and it seemed that even the moon could not bear to see this miserable world.

When Ye Li used a long spear to pierce the abyss, and he slept in his own exhaustion at this time, the bloody human race was finally aroused. Finally no one escapes, because escape will only die faster.

Shi Yu saw that even a seven-year-old boy was holding a sword in his hand to fight the monster beast to the death. There is no innocence on their faces, some only hate monsters.

“No, you can’t go, you have to live well. Go to the ninth heaven, there is the last hope of the human race.” The serious adults on weekdays are rare and gentle.

Facing the powerful slaughter of monsters, all sects almost reached a consensus-to send the young disciple to the ninth heaven. Although it is barren, there are great roads to suppress it. Even if the monster wants to do it, it won’t take advantage of it like it does now.

“As long as you live, there is hope.”

The enlightenment in the hands of Wen Xuan and his wife fluttered in their hands, allowing the formation to wrap the two brothers in their dreams.

When the two sons were sent into the void, tears flickered in Wen Xuan’s eyes, “Go to sleep, it will be dawn when you wake up.”

With no worries, the couple rejoined the fight.

Although the four sages of the human race are famous, there are many sages and royal families in the monster beasts, and the Shanghai beasts are partial to the monster beasts.

After Ye Li’s death in the battle, thousands of fantasy masters of the fantasy sect were born, and they took the responsibility of dragging the monster beast to the ninth heaven and wandering on the battlefield.

There are few illusions, and illusions are extremely weird, making people hard to guard against. Although there are only a thousand illusions, the battlefield has been stuck for a while, and the human race has won a little respite.

Among these people, Shi Yu knew most of them, and some of them had even talked about the sky and broke the formation together. She even saw Granny Xue, her old man’s wine was a healing weapon, but in the end, she drank a bowl of wine made by herself, and ended her life of being sung with soul fire sacrifices.

In the fantasy sect, all the disciples have soul lamps. Kill one, destroy one. After the soul lamp on the Taiqing Palace was almost extinguished, all the disciples who were left knelt in front of the dream lake and prayed that the elder Taishang could take the last step and save the common people.

I don’t know if their prayers were rewarded, or the heavens couldn’t bear it. After Wen Xuan and his wife blew away the four demon saints and the master of the fantasy sect, they used their own power to fight the two demon saints. Suddenly the wind and clouds changed color, and the thunder was overwhelming, but the weird thing was that the withered vegetation on the ground grew wildly like the rain in the spring.

“Omen of Ascension! It is an Omen of Ascension!” The human race who lost three human saints in a row has long been desperate, and now seeing this situation, the light of hope suddenly burst into their eyes.

Hundreds of years ago, the human race had great power to ascend like this, the world was a vision. I didn’t expect that at this time of survival, there would be another human race soaring.

“The sky is not dead, my human race!” Countless people cried with joy, holding each other’s headaches and crying.

Seeing the joy on their faces, Shi Yu in the void couldn’t help hiding her face and crying.

They won’t know that what is recorded in the ancient books of later generations is that the result of this ascension of the predecessor of Floating Life is a failure.

Behind hope is despair, and there is nothing more cruel than this.

Under the changing color of the wind and clouds, the golden thunder thunder gathered in the fantasy sect. Huanfusheng stepped towards the void, Jie Lei struck him, and he didn’t move. After every tribulation thunder struck, there was a fairy air lingering around him.

Ninety-nine-nine-eighty-one thunder tribulations have struck him, and he will completely take the last step.

However, when he experienced the eightieth thunderstorm, his surroundings were transformed into survivors. The immortal energy lingering around him seemed to be deprived of something, and he went back into the thunder pillar and disappeared.

When the last robbery thunder came down, without the immortal energy body, he couldn’t bear it at all. He spurted blood and fell from the void, and the road to ascend was interrupted.

Why is this happening!

Even though Shi Yu already knew the ending, she still wanted to ask aloud why the gods were like this. If the immortal energy does not disappear, can the predecessors of the Floating Life ascend successfully, and the Human Race can be freed from the raging waters?

Shi Yu wanted to help the old man who was several hundred years old in an instant, but because of the gap between time and space, she could see this already as extravagant hope.

“Shi Yu…” She suddenly heard someone calling her.

It’s a phantasmagoria.

He opened his eyes, as if he had seen her through a river of time and space, and was talking to her, but Shiyu couldn’t hear his voice.

Every time he said a word, Shi Yu saw another crack on his body that was the same as Wen Heng’s original crack.

“Don’t say it, you will die!” Shi Yu kept shaking his head, hoping that he could stop, but Huanfusheng didn’t seem to see it, and insisted on saying something.

When the fifth crack appeared on his body, the time around Shi Yu suddenly accelerated, and there was no longer a half-minute stagnation. When Shi Yu wiped away the tears, she found that she was still standing in the maple grove of Huan Zong.

The red maple inside was like a fire, but there was no one to take care of, and there were weeds overgrown. Shi Yu subconsciously flew towards the sect, and the scenery inside was vaguely visible from the past, but this was indeed not the past.

The stone mountain is right in front of me, and the stone mountain where weeds did not grow now also has moss and weeds. Shi Yu rummaged in the grass, and finally couldn’t help crying when he touched a stone with traces of burning.

It’s all true.

Meeting is true, parting is true; the past is true, and now is true; birth and separation is true, and death is also true.

It’s all true!