A weird wave was expanding in the crowd, mixed with a trace of morbid and distorted power. Lu Zhiling turned his head, his pupils waved, and said in a flat tone: "Teng snake."

"Are you working with Teng Snake? Why?" The cold and gloomy aura entwined in the fainted crowd can clearly distinguish it from Yinglong's violent breath.

The demon blue that came into Lu Zhiling's eyes made him judge the source of this power as the "dead" Teng Snake.

why? Ying Long lazily raised his eyelids and looked at the apprentice he had raised when he was bored.

——The formation left by Teng Snake "before death" is a formation that can transform any living person who is contaminated with the breath of the devil into a fierce beast.

It is said that using this as a medium can draw out the remaining beasts that have lost their whereabouts.

How could Ying Long not know that this medium can also call back the "dead" Teng Snake. Teng Snake can return at any time by capturing people who have transformed into beasts.

After all, he just wants to use Ying Long, which is indeed called Ying Long's discomfort——

But why would he still follow Tengshe's idea?

Ying Long grinned, revealing fangs that humans could not grow: "Whether he calculates or plots, I don't care. I just want to see how many human beings can transform into my companions?"

He pointed to a mortal who collapsed on the ground, watching her bow tight and her body trembling, but still couldn't resist the slow change of her body step by step. There were metal scales turned out from her neck, densely twisted. The ground is spreading in clusters, and gurgling blood seeps from the joints of the scales.

Ying Long's pupils became brighter and brighter: "They were so weak that they could be crushed with a single finger, but now... only then did I see a little value in them."

It's just that, he thought casually, how many of them would truly transform into fierce beasts? It should be less than one percent or one thousandth. Except for this part, the rest will die--

"Don't talk about it, do you still have a chance to control them now? Can you really save them?"

During their conversation, they did not stop attacking each other, and the slowness and idleness of speech never affected the speed and killing intent during the fight.

Not enough, not enough. Ying Long looked at Lu Zhiling. His apprentice could be regarded as a person of extraordinary talent, but for Ying Long himself, he was too ordinary.

He wouldn't have made such rapid progress in fighting as Moshang, his whole person was fixed. Not to mention the things that Lu Zhiling is good at, all have the shadow of Professor Ying Long, and his flaws and deficiencies have all fallen into Ying Long's eyes through his previous dealings and teachings!

So... Ying Long’s sword attack almost cut off Lu Zhiling. Fortunately, when Lu Zhiling was suspended in the air, he forcibly broke the bones on his body and didn’t let the giant sword hit the spot. But even so, he instantly flew out, bloody. Splash!

Lu Zhiling stood up swayingly, but his breath was obviously weakened. Mo Shang also took advantage of Ying Long's sword to split his right wrist, but compared to the price Lu Zhiling paid, it can be described as negligible. !

The sound of blood splattering was reflected in the deadly space where the fainted people were. Before thinking that they had found a way to get rid of the pain, the next second I saw a stranger who I knew died suddenly in the form of half human and half monster. The person mumbled.

Their only little hope is extinguished, and no one dares to bet whether they will die as well if they choose to become a companion!

This is simply cutting off both ends of the road, yet constantly inflicting painful torture to force people to make choices.

How do they choose! They don't want to choose--

Monk... can those immortals rescue them? ! There are people in the mundane world crying depressively, begging for the pity of the gods. They obviously do nothing, but live a normal life day after day. Why do they suffer such sins!

Some monks heard the crying of people in the ordinary world, but at the same time they felt anguish in their mouths—how did they save these people? They are here by themselves, it is hard to protect themselves...

A monk with a higher cultivation level did not come in... Is there a way...? Can anyone have a solution? !

The mortals begged the immortals for help. The monks expected to have a high level of cultivation to break through this space, but they waited for a long time, only to hear Ying Long Ruoyouruwu's voice: "Can you really save them? "

Ying Long's voice was jokingly tight, like a heavy hammer hitting people's hearts. They didn't have the means to get in touch with the outside world, and they hoped that they could be rescued, and their only hope was hanging on outsiders and immortals.

Ying Long’s words are enough to directly disrupt this fragile trust. What's more, people outside really didn’t find a way to break in——

After this sound, the people in this space heard the sound of sharp weapons clashing, as well as the sound of water, no, and blood flowing. This tortured them and made them want to betray humans. , Go for the plan to become Yinglong's kind!

But for the time being, only a small number of people think so, and most of them are anxious and even desperate.

Can they really wait for rescue? Fairy... monk! Who will save them, they don't want to die so unexplainably——

Despair tore their souls, especially those with open eyes in the outside world, gradually covering their eyes with gray shadows, they are still alive, but as if they have already died.

Are there any gods in this world? !

People in the outside world are also in a stalemate. Most of the people in the world of immortality have been dragged into it, and there are some lucky ones or monks with high cultivation levels.

However, in the communication between the parties, only a brute force solution was found.

But this method of cracking requires people's vitality. God knows how panicked Bai Yue was when he discovered this. Ying Long’s power in this space even surpassed his power to fight Lu Zhiling and Mo Shang——

This shows that there is absolutely no room to deal with things, even if Ying Long loses, it is impossible to let the people trapped in the space after being coerced! When he came this time, what he did was to get everyone to bury the idea if he didn't win... Therefore, his existence made Tiandao even give an early warning for him.

If the monks don't do anything, the realm of cultivating immortals may really perish under Ying Long's own power!

Bai Yue hopes that the cultivators can unite. He has made up his mind that he will devote his life force to break this space, and must not let them choose... the path of becoming a fierce beast in the devil world.

but……

A middle-aged elder said haha: "If I have less lifespan, there will be no more. Sorry, my lord."

Bai Yue looked at him, but clearly remembered that this monk had just advanced, and he still had a life span of several hundred years.

Some people hesitated: "I will think about it again, I will think about it again." But the illusory figure he appeared in the sound transmission note looked around, afraid to look into Bai Yue's eyes.

Bai Yue's heart, which was a little warmer, slowly cooled down, and then think about it, when did he think of it? Are you satisfied with the thought of all these people being tortured to death? !

After he had asked everywhere, what he heard was often pushbacks and hesitations. What was ridiculous was that even more monks avoided Bai Yue's questioning by pretending that they were also among the crowd hit by the meteor!

Yes, the vitality is directly linked to the number of lifespan... But even so, they can completely output a little less vitality, and they can get rid of this space by accumulating less and more.

Bai Yue's cultivation base is not high, and his life span is not as long as these old immortals, but he dared to give his life force to save people... Why? Are there all the people who are shrinking? !

A monk wailed and raised his head to signal Bai Yue to look at Mo Shang's room: "Well, suzerain, um, Lu Zhiling is estimated to die in the hands of the beast, but there is Mo Shang. He won, the people who fell into that space Isn't it saved?"

Bai Yue wanted to roar, wanted to roar, but when he looked at the monk winking his eyes, he felt that he didn't know how much cold water had been splashed, even if a word was stuck in his throat, he could not get out.

What can he say? What can he do? Can he kill all these people in front of him! ?

These monks with the highest cultivation base and high merits were the first to surrender to the fierce beasts of the demon world! They are...worms!

"Look at it, how ridiculous." Ying Long glanced at the monk's infighting contemptuously, "Such a fool, do you want to protect them? How about..."

Mo Shang did not evade and responded to Ying Long's blow, just to draw a deeper mark on Ying Long's old wound.

He was still smiling slightly, even though new and old wounds crisscrossed his body, there were even long and thin scars at the end of his eyes, even if a veteran of the immortal world was the first to betray the enemy.

Mo Shang uttered the words lightly, and his tone was full of contempt, but he also had a certain emotion that made Ying Long sneer and even bored: "They are indeed the moths of the immortal world, but the whole world of immortality is not all Eaten by moths."

"Oh? How to prove it?" Ying Long smirked.

But seeing Lu Ya shook his **** severed hand and walked to Bai Yue, he indifferently said, "Hey, if you break the formation, add me."

He lowered his voice, glanced in the direction of Lu Zhiling of the enchantment, and whispered in a voice that no one else could hear: "The Lord is fighting alone there, how can I...do nothing?"

Bai Yue laughed frustratedly, and moved his lips for a long time before squeezing out a word: "Unexpectedly, the only one willing is..."

The people of the magic way.

There was still some warmth in his heart, and before he could finish speaking, Bai Yue heard several overlapping sounds.

"Bah, dog stuff, just a little life span, my old man can still afford it!"

"It's time to make a contribution after living so long."

This sound was like a trumpet blown before the war, and like a stone igniting a thousand waves, amplifying the subtle sounds infinitely, making people who are not greedy moths a step forward to stand up.

"We...Although the cultivation base is a little low, can it help?"

"Add me. It would be great if you can help me. I have never done anything for the world of immortality."

"I……"

"Me too..."

Their voices converged into a torrent, pressing the sneers of the **** into the mud, causing Bai Yue's heart that was about to cool down to rekindle.

He looked at these people, his expression swaying, and a crystal light flashed in his eyes. Bai Yue choked up and said, "Okay...", and heard Mo Shang's light laugh across the barrier.

"Look..." Mo Shang said, leaning on his side, with blood stains on his cheeks, but there was still an unstoppable grace, "The world of immortality can be saved--"

"By them?" Ying Long sneered.

"No, by me." Mo Shang also smiled back at him. In an instant, the barrier was distorted to a certain extent. In Bai Yue's vision, he saw a torrent of terrifying aura gushing out, covering his whole body. The people under the cold breath were wrapped up, and the dark breath was unwillingly torn out, visible to the naked eye.

But they didn't die, but instead they twisted into thousands of ropes, Ruyan rushed towards Mo Shang like a forest, and poured into his body!

People who fainted everywhere felt that the pain they had suffered was as if they were pulled away. When their consciousness gradually returned from their bodies and opened their eyes, they all looked in the same direction as if they were being guided.

They "see" the dark aura far away, and saw the re-convergence of the dark aura in the distance. People should be terrified that they all penetrate into one's body——

However, countless people's eyes still focused on that direction, without fear or panic, only the joy of escaping from death and gratitude to Mo Shang who stood in that direction.

They know... the pain they endured was not disappeared, but perhaps it was taken up by the person in front of them alone!

"Are you crazy?" There was a split in Ying Long's manic appearance. He looked at Mo Shang incredulously, completely unable to understand why he did this. "You have to bear this pain for all of them? Bear thousands of people. Thousands of pains stacked up?!"

Mo Shang just smiled.

At that moment, Bai Yue slightly raised his head and looked at Mo Shang. There was an invisible vibration in his heart, which finally turned into a movement and a voice.

He curled his eyebrows, and happily turned his head in the direction of Mo Shang. He nodded softly and said, "Yes, you are the number one in the world deservedly--" At this moment, Bai Yuezhu completely admitted Mo Shang, the son of destiny. , Finally completely convinced of the existence of Mo Shang.

That's it for Mo Shang... God promised.