Strange World Little Cooking Saint

Shi Yu felt like a speck of dust floating in the void, and the phantom sect in front of her was getting farther and farther away from her, and finally turned into a drop of water, blending into the long river of time and becoming one of them.

You're injured. Fat Cat's voice sounded, and the next moment, Shi Yu returned to the Immortal Mansion's space.

There was no punishment for disturbing the order of time and space. Shiyu was already covered in blood at the moment. Fortunately, she had a special constitution, and the wounds on her body began to heal after entering the Immortal Mansion.

Thanks to you just now. What happened just now happened in an instant. If Fat Cat didn't show up in time, I'm afraid she would make a big mess.

Shi Yu had a different feeling, the time around him suddenly accelerated, and the figure of the master disappeared quickly. The spring blossoms and autumn glory of the fantasy sect are only in an instant.

She flew to Wangyou Valley, Wangyou Valley changes from season to season, and the other garden has already been deserted. Turning around, she saw senior Huan Fusheng practicing in seclusion at the bottom of the pool, and Huan Yong had changed from youthful to mature, and seemed to be able to stand on his own.

Huanyong! Shi Yu yelled at him, she struggled desperately, hoping that time would pass slowly, so that she could say goodbye.

I don't know if her struggle had an effect, time really stood still for an instant, but Shiyu still couldn't touch him, he could only watch him kneeling in front of the suzerain and begged to go down the mountain: Nowadays, the monsters and beasts outside the sect are in trouble, and the people of the sect are detached. You can ignore the outside world, but disciples can’t. Teacher, disciples don’t cultivate to live in a corner and fear death!”

The suzerain looked at him, his cold face remained unmoved, As the heir of the illusion sect, you should stay in the sect.

Huan Yong's eyes turned red immediately, Because this disciple is the descendant of the sect, so he must stay in the sect and let those monsters slaughter the human race? Then, please take back this descendant order.

He said, knelt in front of the suzerain, took out the Qingjin Ling respectfully and put it on the ground, then kowtowed three times to the suzerain, turned and walked away without turning his head.

Shi Yu wanted to grab him,

But the surrounding scene changed, and Huan Yong, whose clothes were stained with blood, was standing on the wasteland. The corner of his mouth kept bleeding, and the blood stained the jade flute around his mouth red, but the sound of the flute never stopped. The green vines and Wanzhi on the wasteland danced wildly to the sound of the flute, forcibly holding back the chasing monsters, and the whole wasteland was full of fighting sounds.

No... Shi Yu was trembling all over, she could see that Huan Yong was exhausted, and if he continued like this, once his sea of ​​consciousness collapsed, he would be completely useless.

However, Huan Yong couldn't hear her voice at all, not only did he not stop, but even more violently commanded those magic vines to harvest the lives of monster beasts, as if he was putting all his eggs in one basket before dying.

Don't... Shi Yu could only watch him go crazy for the last time.

Pfft! Before the song was finished, Huan Yong spat out a mouthful of blood, his originally flushed face instantly turned into gold paper, and the surrounding plants stopped dancing at the moment the flute sound stopped, and then the surrounding wasteland ice The snow melted, exposing the blood-stained lake in the environment, and all the obstacles in front of the army of monsters disappeared.

Huan Yong was unable to support himself anymore, he could only support the jade flute with his hand, and kneel and sit in front of the army of monster beasts, his face was cold and stern, his eyes seemed to be catching the last prey, so as to contribute the final value.

It turned out to be the illusion master. Why, are those turtles from the illusion sect finally showing up? Someone in the monster beast sneered, looking at Huan Yong with greedy eyes, I heard that the illusion master has the best skin and flesh, The taste is much higher than that of ordinary cultivators. We didn't have the chance to taste it before, but now God has sent me a big gift. It seems that we are lucky tonight.

When Shi Yu heard this, his eyes were about to burst, they actually wanted to eat Huan Yong!

Heh, you want to eat me? Huan Yong looked at them, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth provocatively, Jun Jun's face was stained with blood, but he did not conceal his demeanor, I see you have no chance.

Why, do you still want to blow yourself up? The space around you is blocked, so you should just obediently grab it with your hands.

The monster walked towards Huan Yong while talking. But before he could get close to it, his body suddenly caught fire.

Soul fire, the magic master's last move to kill all, at the cost of his own soul and life, release the soul fire to burn nothingness. As long as people are touched by the soul fire, basically they can't escape. But the magician who cast the spell also completely dissipated.

Shi Yu looked at the spreading soul fire, and there were endless screams of begging for mercy, but the person in the fire was always appreciating the last masterpiece calmly. As more and more monsters died, his figure faded away.

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

The two stood in different time and space, looking at each other. Then, Shi Yu saw him waving at him. A wind blew past, completely blowing away the smiling him.

Huanyong... Shi Yu looked at the place where he disappeared with tears in his eyes, sobbing uncontrollably.

Behind him, the suzerain stood on the dome of the cloud palace all night. When the sky broke, his black hair turned into white snow.

But the chaos is still going on, and the sadness can only be suppressed when it lingers in the middle of the night.

The four saints ran in all directions, and the smell of blood finally awakened the human race's spring and autumn dream. On the land of the human race, blood became the only color, and mourning and fear were the only tune. Dark clouds cover the starry sky, and it seems that even the moon cannot bear to see this miserable world.

When Ye Li smashed out of the abyss with a long spear, and he himself exhausted himself to sleep forever, the bloodiness of the human race was finally aroused. Finally, no one escapes anymore, because evading will only lead to faster death.

Shi Yu saw that even a seven-year-old child was holding a sword in his hand and wanted to fight to the death with the monster. There is no childlike innocence on their faces, only hatred for 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 rarely had gentle eyes.

Facing the powerful slaughter of monsters, all sects and sects have almost reached a consensus - to send the young disciples to the Ninth Heaven. Although the place is barren, there is a way to suppress it. Even if the monsters want to make a move, they will not have the advantage as they do now.

As long as there is life, there is hope.

Wen Xuan and his wife danced with aura in their hands, allowing the formation to envelop the sleeping brothers heavily.

When sending the two sons into the void, tears glistened in Wen Xuan's eyes, Sleep, it will be dawn when you wake up.

With no worries, the husband and wife rejoined the fight.

Although the four saints of the human race are famous, there are not many saints and royal families among the monsters. In addition, the sea beasts support the monsters and contribute to the flames. Under the suppression of both sides, the human race retreats steadily.

After Ye Li's death in battle, thousands of Illusion Masters from the Illusion Sect were born, wandering on the battlefield with the mission of holding back monsters and trying their best to let the people go to the Ninth Heaven.

Illusionists are rare, and illusions are extremely weird, making it impossible to guard against. Although there were only a thousand magicians, the battlefield was stalemate for a while, and it gave the human race a chance to breathe.

Among these people, Shi Yu knew most of them, and some even chatted with them. She even saw Grandma 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 sung life with a soul fire sacrifice.

In the illusion sect, all disciples have soul lamps. One dies, one goes out. After the soul lamps enshrined in the Taiqing Palace were almost extinguished, all the remaining disciples knelt in front of the Dream Pool and prayed for the Supreme Elder to take the last step to save the common people.

I don't know if their prayers were rewarded, or if the heaven couldn't bear it, after Wen Xuan and his wife took away the four demon saints by self-destruct, and the master of the illusion sect killed the two demon saints with his own strength, the world was missing. Suddenly the situation changed, and the thunder broke out, but the strange thing was that the withered grass and trees on the ground grew up crazily like the rain in spring.

A sign of ascension! It's a sign of ascension! The human race, which had lost three human saints in a row, was already desperate.

Hundreds of years ago, it was the same when the human race had the power to ascend, and the world was a vision. Unexpectedly, at this time of life and death, another human race ascended.

Heaven will not perish my human race! Countless people wept with joy, hugging each other and crying.

Seeing the joy on their faces, Shiyu in the void couldn't help but cover his face and weep.

They don't know that what is recorded in the ancient books of later generations is that the result of Senior Huan Fusheng's ascension this time was a failure.

Behind hope is despair, and there is nothing crueler than this.

Under the changing situation, the golden tribulation thunder gathered at the Illusion Sect. Huan Fusheng strode towards the void, and when the tribulation thunder struck him, he remained motionless. After each tribulation of lightning strikes, there will be a stream of immortal energy lingering around him.

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

However, when he experienced the eightieth tribulation thunder, the surroundings were transformed, and the immortal energy lingering around him seemed to be stripped away by something, and disappeared into the thunder column again.

When the last tribulation thunder came down, he couldn't bear it at all without the protection of the immortal energy, and he sprayed blood from the void and fell, and the road to ascension was interrupted.

Why is this happening!

Even though Shiyu already knew the ending, she still wanted to ask Tiandao loudly why those fairy spirits disappeared strangely. If those immortal energy hadn't disappeared, would Senior Huan Fusheng be able to ascend successfully, and the human race could also be freed from the dire straits?

Shi Yu wanted to help the old man who had aged hundreds of years in an instant, but due to the barrier of time and space, it was already a luxury for her to see these things.

Shi Yu... She suddenly heard someone calling her.

It's a phantom floating life.

He opened his eyes, as if he saw her through the 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 that there was another crack on his body that was the same as that of Wen Heng back then.

Stop talking, you will die! Shi Yu couldn't help shaking his head, hoping that he could stop, but Huan Fusheng still insisted on saying something as if he didn't see it.

When the fifth crack appeared on his body, the time around Shi Yu suddenly accelerated, and there was no longer any stagnation. When Shiyu wiped away her tears, she found that she was still standing in the maple forest of the Illusory Sect.

The red maple inside is like fire, but there is no one to take care of it, and weeds are overgrown. Shi Yu subconsciously flew towards the inside of the sect, the scenery inside could vaguely see the appearance of the past, but it was indeed not the past.

The rocky mountain is right in front of us, and the rocky mountain that used to have no weeds now has moss and weeds. Shi Yu rummaged through the grass, and when he came across a stone that had been burned by the fire, he finally couldn't help crying.

It's all true.

Encounter is true, parting is also true; the past is true, and the present is also true; life and separation are true, and death is also true.

It's all true!

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