Zhang Daoling's defiant attack caused this army of foreign monks to ashes in an instant... Only the only one who was left was the Holy Lord who was not dead.

The red-haired young man's eyebrows flashed, and strange runes appeared on his body. A golden ancient painting floated in front of him, resisting the erosion of black and white light.

"You...you can actually make me lose my life. Who are you?" A trace of blood overflowed from the corner of my mouth, and my face shouted fiercely, with a hint of fear mixed in my roar.

He has just passed the life tribulation of three losses and seven disasters. Compared with other true immortals, his life span is not too much, and now he suddenly finds that his fate is one square less. How can he not be afraid?

"It's a pity that you can't take your life if you try your best."

After the light disappeared, Zhang Daoling turned into his own state and sighed.

Although he held the whisk in his hand and looked as usual, his skin was quickly dry and old, and his vitality was rapidly weakening, just like the old man who drooped in the wind.

In order to use the "deprived fate" in the Tianji hexagram, Zhang Daoling not only sacrificed the billions of monks in the Realm Protection Alliance as a price, but also exhausted his life energy!

Zhang Daoling's idea is very simple. Even if the Protection Alliance tries all his strength, he may not be able to surpass the Holy Lord and this group of monks from the Outer Realm. Instead of making useless battles, it is better to sacrifice the entire Protective Alliance's monks and launch the strongest attack.

This can still weaken the strength of this Holy Lord.

If this is not done, the Alliance for Protection will have no value or significance.

There are a large number of human monks in the Realm Protection Alliance. If it were the past, Zhang Daoling might have cared about the lives of these human monks.

The reason why he protected the human race in the past was to wait for the savior to appear.

But now, the savior has appeared, and Zhang Daoling does not need to care about the rise and fall of the human race and the inheritance, and there is no concept of good and evil in his heart.

Except for the savior, the lives of other monks are completely unimportant to him.

"Damn it! Old guy, you have caused me to lose so much life span. If you don't give up your body and destroy it today, you will be killed by souls and souls, I will not be a demon!"

Chiyang's eyes were filled with blood, and a violent roar was heard from his mouth. Extremely strong flames were gushing out of his armor, and thousands of red centipede phantoms suddenly appeared behind him.

The entire sky was rendered red, and a terrifying evil spirit swept across the world.

"Die! Die for me!"

A crazy roar from Chiyang's mouth, and the thousands of centipede phantoms behind him instantly killed Zhang Daoling's old body into powder!

In the moment before his death, Zhang Daoling did not dodge or avoid, and his vitality was completely lost, he was no longer the enemy of Chiyang Yilian, so he simply closed his eyes and counted his fingers to calculate the last hexagram.

Zhang Daoling's goal has been achieved. Chiyang's fate was deprived of one of the elements by the Tianji divination plate, and his strength will inevitably weaken significantly. Next, the Wan Yao Alliance should have some chance of winning against Chiyang.

"Ze Shui is trapped...not too bad."

After Zhang Daoling said this softly in his mouth, his body collapsed, his body was completely bombarded by Chiyang, and turned into a true form, a piece of ancient black and white fragment.

"It's actually a spirit of the weapon?"

Chi Yang flashed, pinched the black and white fragment flying in the air in his hand, and stared at it for a while.

The black and white fragments are old and old, with mysterious runes engraved on them. They are unknown, but judging from their appearance, they look a bit like the corners of a hexagram.

Back to the mountain.
Chapter completed!