The pale moonlight shines through the mist onto the cold plateau, intertwined with dimness and white ripples, as if looking up at the sparkling water from the water plants under the deep sea.

Decaying adobe houses are stacked on top of each other at the foot of the snow-capped mountains, forming a small area, like piles of stones on the white sand, or like a tenacious reef resisting the intrusion of the dark tide.

"boom!"

A hole was dug into the wall made of red mud and stone blocks with a hand that was burning with black flames. Then with a sharp stroke, the entire wall instantly fell apart. A man with a hooked nose and dark eyes emerged from the mud rain with a strange and cunning way.

He came out from an angle, waved his hand and once again grabbed the tall figure wearing a hood, "Stab!" It was like the sound of cold water being poured into hot oil, but the man's attack was blocked by a layer of golden light.

"Yuanjue, you all have to die here today!"

The man was forced to take a step back. He hid his smoking fingertips behind his back and said hoarsely. His eyes were as cold as a vulture and his voice was as ugly as a poisonous snake. A golden wall rose between the two of them, but it seemed like

Separate them into two worlds.

But the man in black cassock opposite didn't seem to even want to say a word to him. He had a round face and broad ears like a big Buddha, which made people both approachable and awe-inspiring.

sad.

"You who can't use [White Horse] are just a bunch of mortal monks! What's more, you have to protect those disciples who are not considered to be fighting power," the man said with hatred again: "Learn to be smarter, and maybe you can still save yourself.

Leave a way to survive!"

Behind Yuan Jue, young men in navy blue robes huddled into a small circle. They looked panicked and trembled, and the smell of nervousness filled the air, making the attackers even more arrogant.

Countless figures with black and red flames on their bodies emerged from the darkness behind the man. Houses collapsed and the earth was scorched. Although the golden wall was indestructible, it could only protect one direction, protected by warriors wearing bright yellow robes.

Around the disciples, they formed a defensive circle, and they cooperated with each other tacitly, but they killed enemies faster than they came, and they came in an endless stream.

"It's the smell of a traveler..."

“Tasty…”

"Blood...I want blood!"

The black shadows were like a group of carrion crows. They crazily slammed into the wall where Yuanjue stood, trying to use their own black flames to break down the golden barrier. Even if they were shattered into pieces, they didn't realize it. They completely captured this small town.

The town is surrounded by crazy murmurs, waiting for an opportunity to completely tear this group of tenacious prey into pieces.

"You have no way to escape! The black sun is about to replace the corona of Tibet, but your god has never appeared... The travelers who claim to be holy places are just lingering now, and sooner or later they will be swallowed up by us.

." The man carefully observed Yuanjue's every move, hissed slower, and said seductively: "But you are different, Master Yuanjue, you have a unique talent, as long as you join us, [Black Sun] will grant you glory!"

"Glory? Look at you now, Adamu, you look like a dried chicken!" A thin figure in a bright yellow robe sneered while resisting the dangerous claws in the tornado: "Just because of you

How dare a low-level traitor come out and embarrass himself?"

The figure of the little person is extremely flexible. The voice sounds like that of a young woman. Those twisted claws can be as long as a person's forearm if you look closely. The layers stacked together are about the same as a meat grinder, but her hands are wrapped in a circle of

The ropes intertwined with red and gold lightning did not even take a step back, and actually eliminated many black shadows while moving around. She held up a corner of the defense by herself, greatly reducing the pressure on the entire team.

"Su Xin, you will definitely not be among those people I mentioned!" Adamu gritted his teeth and stared at the female traveler, but he still did not take action because the person he feared most was Yuan Jue...

Su Xin's words really stung his scars. He betrayed the "camp" when he was still a disciple. At that time, he was similar to those young men in blue robes. In the eyes of orthodox practitioners, he was still a low-ranking person.

A child... Once upon a time, he also imagined that he could become a traveler who could stand alone——

Until he failed to withstand the temptation and fell into becoming a believer of [Black Sun].

"Opportunities always pass by, and they can only be met but not sought." Adamu slowed down his tone as much as possible, making his tone softer: "Just like you met me, Master Yuanjue, you can only meet me.

Coming from the same school, I am so patient and give you opportunities again and again in desperate situations..."

He was trying to shake Yuan Jue's heart, even just a little bit. He behaved like a naughty student who begged the kind teacher for forgiveness after making a big mistake: "I still remember that you taught me ten years ago.

I will remember every bit of it, every move you taught me in the martial arts field..."

But the reason why Adamu is so cautious is because Yuanjue is a [blessed person].

He knew that even if the number of shadows increased tenfold, they would not be able to break through the blessing of Yuanjue - [Fudo].

Fudo is the King of Immortality, who is the powerful King of Instructions for all gods and who subdues all evils. He is regarded as the incarnation or messenger of the Great Sun God, and [Fudo] is the [feeling] that King Fudo bestows on perfect enlightenment.

blessing】.

Only by shaking Yuan Jue's heart can they have a chance to break through that annoying barrier.

The barrier created by Yuan Jue's [Blessed] spans the entire town, which is equivalent to directly resisting most of the offensive. In addition, the terrain prevents them from exerting their numerical advantage. This is like the Battle of Hot Spring Pass, three hundred

Spartan warriors resisted a Persian army of 100,000 people.

"If you give up resistance, I will let the people behind you live." Adamu offered the chips.

"Don't listen to him, Master!" Su Xin shouted angrily: "We will never give in to a traitor even to death!"

"Our target this time is only you, and now none of you can escape! Dawn is still far away, can you bear to let them die because of you?" Adamu threatened.

With my eyelids round and half asleep, the orb in my arms is like a little sun that is about to overflow...

At this moment, a scream rang out. Su Xin turned around and saw that a traveler in bright yellow robes had been slashed so hard that half of his shoulder was almost split open! And a black shadow also took this opportunity.

He nailed one disciple's calf with his claws, and the disciple was dragged into the darkness before he could call for help.

"Jianzhen! Song Rui!"

Su Xin exclaimed. The loss of one of her companions made her feel a sudden increase in pressure. When she was distracted, she was hit in the thigh by an enemy who was waiting for an opportunity, and blood flowed out.

The defense line suddenly became precarious, and the attacks of the black shadows suddenly became more crazy! Some disciples who were capable of participating in the battle had no choice but to participate in the battle - before participating in orthodox training, their participation would only disrupt the practitioners' ability.

Cooperation, but now the bigger problem is obviously the lack of manpower... They summoned all kinds of magic weapons, including majestic Zen staffs, mysterious lotus hearts, and swords filled with cold light...

.But the defensive circle is still shrinking inward uncontrollably, and most people have deep or shallow wounds.

“How dare you!!!”

A thunderous shout resounded in the air, causing all the black shadows to move. They all turned their heads like ghosts on the Soul-Dead Bridge, their dark and hollow eyes choosing people to eat...

....But now, the dark golden meteors are all reflected.

The speed of the meteor was unimaginable! It crashed directly into the black tornado, and the golden flames carried the color of a heroic army. The next second the tornado exploded, and the black shadows were scattered in all directions.

Escape, chaos and screams hurt people's eardrums.

"It's Zhan Ye!" A traveler with skinny monkey-like cheeks said in surprise: "He came with a patrol to save us!"

The angry-looking man snorted coldly, and thousands of black shadows retreated three feet one after another. The entire sky was like a black tide, rolling endlessly.

"Kill him quickly!"

Also shocked and angry was Adamu. Among the people he least wanted to meet, Zhankar was among the top few.

A dozen more swollen black shadows rushed over. If you look closely, they actually have the size of a human, but the moment they opened their cloaks, their beaks and sharp claws burning with black flames were revealed!

Several travelers behind Zhan Ye rushed down from the snow-capped mountains. They were wearing bright yellow hooded coats, and their images were somewhere between warriors and monks. They were holding seals in one hand and magic weapons in the other. The moment they clashed with the black shadows, they actually showed...

He was in such a devastated posture! And the shirtless man with horrific scars on his chest and shoulders waved the twisted spear in his hand, and the tip of the spear drew a golden circle in the air, and then he stretched his waist like a full moon.

, throwing the spear like a shooting star!

Wherever the gun marks passed, the black shadows were broken into burning debris. Most of the black shadows just let out a scream and disappeared into ashes, unable to even resist. This burning path leads straight to the depths of the black tide, and will be blackened.

A big hole shot out of the shadow-covered sky!

At the same time, a bright sun rises from the earth, and the pure radiance contains the Zen sound of the Great Sun, which seems to purify the hearts of everyone present, calm anxiety, and speed up the healing of the wounds of the injured...

But the pair of black shadows were not so friendly. Their bodies melted like ice and snow when they touched the light. All the black shadows in the sky disappeared in just a few seconds, leaving only a dozen stronger ones dragging black smoke toward them.

Escape far away.

Adamu has long since disappeared.

Zhan Ye was about to catch up, but was stopped by Yuan Jue.

"It's meaningless," Yuan Jue's voice was gentle and helpless: "The more you kill, the more innocent people will be trapped in this cause and effect."

"what happened?"

Zhan Ye came over with people. He was taller than Yuan Jue. The muscles on his body were stretched. The scars on his skin looked like his whole body had been torn to pieces and sewn back together, especially the fine lines on his chest.

Like tempered charcoal...a scar cut across his lips from his jaw, coupled with his narrow and fierce eyes, made him look extremely vicious.

"We were ambushed. 'You can't use [White Horse] in places you have never reached.' This is an iron rule. As you can see, Song Rui is dead and Jianzhen is seriously injured." Su Xin limped away.

He came over and asked, "Why did you come so fast?"

Zhan Ye laughed and said: "One of you is a coward who tipped off the news halfway."

Among the apprentices, one person raised his hand tremblingly and said weakly: "I made a phone call..."

A brief silence.

"Well done, Mu Siyun, it was you and Zhan Ye who saved us." Yuan Jue thanked the disciple, but sighed secretly in his heart. The past few decades have passed too fast, and someone like himself "

"Old man", it turned out that he was still a little slow to adapt.

In the past, it would take more than ten days for a letter from a carriage or horse to arrive, but now it only takes a moment.

"But we still lost Song Rui..." Mu Siyun lowered his head.

"Don't worry, as a disciple of the Holy Land, even if he has not become a practitioner, the Holy Land will still accept him." Yuanjue took back his thoughts and turned to comfort him. At the same time, he folded his five fingers and saluted in front of his chest: "God bless you.

"

"God bless you." All the practitioners, including Zhan Ye, also folded their fingers and bowed in front of their chests.
To be continued...