Stunning beauty

Chapter 809 Dao Ran

The setting sun is like blood, and the sky breaks in front of the mountain.

Wen Daoran, who was seriously injured and had his right knee pierced again, knew that it was impossible for him to escape, so he sent Yan Xiaoyu out of the battle with his palm.

"Old Palace Master!"

Yan Xiaoyu's heart was shaken, and at this moment, she couldn't help showing sadness on her face.

"Son of God, don't be afraid of running out of firewood to keep the green hills alive, remember everyone present, and avenge me in the future!"

Wen Daoran turned his back to Shenzi who was sent out of the battle, burning with the power of light, blocking the sharp rays that pierced through the air.

The nineteen fan bones flew back and merged into one. Li Ziye held the fine steel fan and looked at Yan Xiaoyu who was going away, with coldness in his eyes.

Sure enough, he still couldn't kill the rotten fish.

"Amitabha, I'm sorry, it was the little monk who was careless and let him escape."

On the side, Sanzang recited the Buddha's name and apologized.

"none of your business."

Li Ziye calmed down and said, "How is your injury?"

"Still hold on."

Sanzang said softly, "No vitals were hurt."

"That's good."

Li Ziye responded, looked at Wen Daoran who was seriously injured in front of him, and said calmly, "Now, can the old palace master die in peace?"

"Junior, even if I die, I will drag you into hell together!"

Wen Daoran suppressed his injuries, shouted angrily, stepped forward, and took the initiative to strike.

"Be careful of his move of burning jade and stone."

When Li Ziye saw this, his eyes froze, he stepped on his feet, and quickly retreated a hundred feet away.

Hearing Li Ziye's reminder, Sanzang backed away quickly.

The two retreated, Tao Yaoyao's figure flitted past, and a sword slashed across, facing Wen Daoran who was desperate to counterattack.

The clash of palms and swords was earth-shattering, and the two strong men at the pinnacle of martial arts launched a fierce close-to-hand fight, and the surrounding area was devastated.

Out of battle.

Li Ziye and Sanzang looked at each other, then nodded at the same time.

The fine steel fan flew over, with dazzling sharpness, and flew towards Wen Daoran who was in the middle of the battle.

"Three degrees of Bodhi, the path of blood shines through the Tathagata!"

The moment Li Ziye made a move, Sanzang also activated his demonic power, and the eerie and strange statue of the Tathagata appeared, with a monstrous aura, and his palm burst out of the sky.

"boom!"

Wen Daoran turned his palms to block the Supreme Sword, the power of light surged all over his body, and then he blocked the monster power coming from the sky.

There was a violent impact sound, and the violent sand swept across. He covered his eyes for a moment, and the sharp light flew over, breaking through the pulsating power of light, and piercing through Wen Daoran's left knee.

Both knees were badly injured, Wen Daoran staggered and couldn't even stand stably.

Two fists were no match for four hands. Wen Daoran, who had already lost an arm, had already reached his limit under the joint attack of the three of them.

"Despicable boy!"

Wen Daoran braced himself, looking at the young man holding an iron fan not far away, his eyes could not suppress the anger.

"The old palace master is too famous."

Li Ziye responded politely, with an indifferent expression on his face, and said, "The battle of life and death, of course, is to take advantage of your illness to kill you. Now that the old palace master's knees have been destroyed, if he can still die with us, then this junior will really be convinced!"

Wen Daoran heard the kid's ridicule in front of him, and his anger became more and more intense, but he also knew that what the kid said was the truth.

Now he doesn't even have the strength to die with them.

ten feet away.

Tao Yaoyao looked at the ruined knees of the old master of Tianyu Hall, fell silent, and remained silent.

As a nephew of hers, she never adhered to any principles in doing things. She could only say that Wen Daoran was very unlucky.

Today, if someone else came, this Wen Daoran might have escaped, but unfortunately, there is no such thing as anything.

"Heavenly oracle."

Pushed to the limit, Wen Daoran endured heavy injuries and reproduced the untold secret of the Temple of Heaven.

"Pure world sky light!"

Under the setting sun, light descends from the sky, incomparably majestic, purifying everything, seeking nothing but entering hell together.

When the sky came into the world, Li Ziye, Sanzang, and Tao Yaoyao retreated at the same time to avoid Wen Daoran's final counterattack.

In the shocking scene, with Wen Daoran as the center, the light spread rapidly, swallowing the sky and destroying the earth. In order to pull the three of them back, Wen Daoran burned everything, including his own life and cultivation, and activated the strongest magic in his life. .

Everyone has attachments, and Wen Daoran is no exception.

The speed at which the light spread was so fast that in the blink of an eye, everything within a thousand feet was swallowed up by the light.

"Heavenly Sword!"

"The Taishang will kill Xuanhuang!"

Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, Tao Yaoyao's expression sank, and the Supreme Sword finally appeared, stepped forward, and rushed into the light.

A sword that cuts off the Xuanhuang of heaven and earth, breaks open the light, illuminates the eyes, and seals the throat with a sword!

Suddenly.

In the center of the Bright World, Wen Daoran knelt down on his knees, his arms hanging down weakly.

Drenched with blood, the ground in front of him was stained red.

Until death, no regrets!

Wen Dao suddenly died, and the light in the sky quickly dissipated.

The sun goes down and the night comes.

Thousands of feet away.

Li Ziye stepped forward with the little monk, and looked at Wen Daoran who was out of breath in front of him, silent.

"Amitabha."

Sanzang closed his eyes, chanted the Buddha's name, and showed his unbearable expression.

"Send them back to the Tianyu camp and let them have a good burial."

Tao Yaoyao wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with her hand, and said.

"Ah."

Li Ziye nodded without any objection, stepped forward and brought a horse, and put Wen Daoran's body on it.

The three then returned the same way.

The night was as cold as water, Sanzang turned his head, looked at the mess behind him, and said softly, "Brother Li, it doesn't feel good to kill someone."

"I know."

Li Ziye said calmly, "However, we have no choice. In the world, there are not so many things that go well, and more are still involuntary."

They had no enmity with Wen Daoran, but they still wanted to kill him.

Is Wen Daoran a heinous person, maybe, maybe not, it doesn't matter.

They killed him only because of different positions.

This is still the case among the human races, not to mention the human race and the monster race that are already opposed to each other.

Great Merchant Barracks.

Qingqing stood still, looked at the two people walking back, and said calmly, "What, isn't it going well? It seems that you are both seriously injured."

"Smooth, very smooth."

Li Ziye smiled peacefully, and replied, "I just wanted to kill a fish, but in the end, I killed a tiger instead."

After finishing speaking, Li Ziye looked at the little monk beside him, and said, "Little Bald Donkey, your injury is not serious, you should rest earlier."

"Amitabha, brother Li too." Sanzang replied softly.

Li Ziye nodded, without further words, he walked back to his tent.

In the tent, the ice-cold water washed away the blood on his hands little by little, but the strong smell of blood could no longer be washed away.

Heavenly Mandate Palace Barracks.

In front of the handsome tent.

A silver-armored iron cavalry soldier hurried over, with a sad expression on his face, he said, "Commander, the old palace master."

When Mu Shouzhi saw the expression of the guard in front of him, a bad premonition rose in his heart, and he immediately got up and walked out of the tent.

Handsome outside.

A blood-stained war horse came carrying an old man covered in blood, but the old man had long lost any breath.

When Mu Shouzhi saw this scene, his body trembled, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it anymore.

Western Regions.

In the lofty Heavenly Mandate Hall.

The scholar who was closing his eyes to rest his mind suddenly opened his eyes and looked to the east, his expression shocked.

After a while.

The scholar got up and bowed his hands.

See off the old palace master.