My brother is so stable

A ray of sound penetrated into her ears, and a phantom seemed to appear around her. This phantom was pacing slowly, whispering some words.

[Don't understand yet?

This is how you longed for the ancestor. Could it be that your destiny is to become his nourishment?

Even if you are willing, look at your people...

They didn't have any chance to resist, they could only accept this fate, the people who lost their sanity came here, and the true spirit never stayed behind, they could only plead at the last moment.

Iron Fan, just thinking about sacrificing himself, is that really enough? 】

"I, what can I do..."

A wisp of yin and yang dao rhymes circulated, and a long sword fell in front of the iron fan, which was stained with rust.

【Fate is always in my hands.

Creatures like you who cannot help yourself once you are controlled by supernatural powers, the only freedom is to choose life or death before being controlled. 】

"die?"

【Are you afraid of it? 】

"I'm not afraid! But I want to save them, I want to save them..."

【Then go ahead, look forward and make your own choice. 】

Iron Fan looked up and saw the bloody back of Patriarch Minghe, his body trembled a few times, and he lowered his head again.

With a soft sigh, the phantom around her gradually moved away, followed by the shouts of those clansmen before they disappeared.

The only freedom is to choose life or death...

I'm going to save them, I'm going to save them...

Standing up, Iron Fan didn't know where her strength came from. She kept moving forward, and her pace gradually became faster, completely unaware of the several Dao rhymes around her.

Dao rhyme of Taiji diagram, Dao rhyme of Xuanhuang Pagoda, Dao rhyme of Qiankun ruler!

One step, two steps...

Fate is always in his own hands.

always in my hands...

Always in my hands!

Patriarch, the clansmen shouldn't die like this, you should at least ask them if they would like to dedicate themselves!

The back appeared in front of his eyes, and the rusty long sword in his hand...

grandfather...

Life……

'I don't want to die! '

puff!

Iron Fan panted heavily, and his breathing was messy.

She slowly raised her head to look at Patriarch Styx's side face, there was no anger or hatred in those red pupils, only lingering sorrow, and tears kept falling from the corners of her eyes.

"Old Ancestor, that, that is not our fate..."

"How dare you betray me!"

Patriarch Styx's body burst with blood, and the iron fan was directly thrown away, but his whole body was firmly protected by the black and yellow aura.

The figure of Qingniu hurried forward, caught the iron fan, and fell to the side.

Li Changshou sighed softly when he saw this, and the paper Taoist man turned into ashes, and streams of fairy light flew from around him, surrounding Honglian and the ancestor of Minghe...

Beside the city wall, where the eight masters of the Taoist sect fell into their dreams, Li Changshou withdrew his Taoist rhyme and yawned a little tiredly.

Standing up, he walked carefully to Yun Xiao's side, sat down on his buttocks, and sighed slowly.

This Patriarch Styx is the real prehistoric and ruthless man.

"longevity……"

The fairy's dreaming sound reached his ears, and Li Changshou was shocked. He moved closer and listened carefully to the follow-up.

"Kneel down."

Li Changshou: ...

Hmm, dreaming.

5零九章 芭 蕉 扇！【求票】

It took another half an hour after the bloody beam of light cast by the twelve poinsettias collapsed.

Tranquility has quickly returned to the vicinity of this ancient Shura city.

After the aura of Patriarch Styx disappeared, the surrounding Shura tribe fled in a panic while screaming and screaming;

The disciples of the Taoist sect did not pursue and beat them fiercely, but were informed by the masters of the two religions to leave the big city immediately and return to Wubuzhou on their own, and they should not use their sense of immortality to investigate at will.

Previously, the second batch came here, and the more than [-] immortals of the interpretation and interception sects who entered the hall half an hour ago stood solemnly on the edge of the place covered by the Taiji diagram...

The atmosphere is somewhat depressing.

The corpses of the Shura clan floating up and down in the distance made the place a bit more heavy.

"What about this?"

Chi Jingzi asked in a deep voice.

Fairy Qiongxiao's almond eyes were full of light, and she said in a firm voice: "What happened today must not be passed on to the outside world!"

"That's right," Master Lingbao, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals, replied, "You and I should make an agreement that we must never expose the situation here!"

All the immortals nodded at the same time, each made a promise, and then made a simple oath.

Master Huang Long whispered: "Brother, what shall we do next? Are we going to... take them back?"

"No, let's go back by ourselves," Chi Jingzi shook his head, "Just pretend we haven't been here before, and let Chang Geng explain later."