My talent is resurrection

Chapter 430
When the mountains and rivers are overturned, can you sacrifice your life for righteousness regardless of your own safety?
The monk at the head of the border city trembled, looking at the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood in front of him, his pupils widened in horror, and he frequently turned his head to look at Tianguangzhou behind him. He didn't want to stay at the border, fight, or die.

He went up to the mountain to practice Taoism since he was a child, and now he has just grown up, only in two realms, he was forced to be sent to the border by the sect, and became the scapegoat of the suzerain's son.

He has always stayed in the city and never went out to fight. He worked hard for those great monks and dared not complain.

Now those big monks in his eyes have all gone out and died...

But he couldn't be happy at all, the fear in his eyes was getting deeper and deeper, he didn't even have the courage to lift the weapon in his hand, he could only watch the monster race start to climb the city wall, his body trembled, and it was almost difficult for him to run.

"Kid stay away!"

A burly old man pushed him away without turning his head, and said indifferently: "If you want to survive, run farther back, hide in some small sects, and don't show your head."

Without waiting for a reply, the old man had already descended the city wall without any hesitation.

The young cultivator was stunned for a moment, but for some reason he had the courage to approach the city wall and look down.

"Porf."

Fresh, warm blood splashed across his face.

He looked horrified, watching the burly old man fall under the city wall, the head of which was trampled on by the demon clan, he was so frightened that he couldn't make a sound, collapsed on the ground weakly, and couldn't help weeping in a low voice.

run, where are you going?
He cried out sadly.

"The mountains and rivers have collapsed!"

The flywheel spun, blood flashed, and the head fell to the ground.

The first monster climbed to the top of the city.

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Among the Bone Taoist Temple in Tianguangzhou.

Sitting opposite each other, the two old men are the old scholar who guards the secret place of Kongtong and the master of the Bone Temple.

The old scholar slightly raised his hand, turned out the teapot and tea set, made a cup for the Bone Monastery, and said softly.

"Are you really willing to see the mountains and rivers of Tianguang Prefecture change hands?"

The Lord of the Bones Temple was not polite, he reached out to take the teacup, and drank it in one gulp. It was not a good tea, it could only quench thirst. It was not surprising that this poor old scholar had never produced any good tea. He returned to the teapot, not in a hurry. Slow down.

"This is not what I want, and it is the trend of the times. All I can do is to be optimistic about the three-acre land of the Taoist Temple of the White Bones. If you have some monks who want me to protect them, you can send them to the Taoist Temple of the White Bones. Keep them alive."

The old scholar was silent, with lowered eyebrows and eyes, knowing that the Lord of the Bone Monastery had done his best to say this, after all, it was true that everyone felt sorry for him.

The old scholar poured another cup of tea for the Lord of the Bones, and said sadly.

"Yao Tianchang may die."

The Lord of the White Bone Temple took the tea with a trembling hand, his brows were frowned, he didn't drink the tea, and asked, "How much?"

"Several Heavenly Venerates have done the calculations, probably [-]%." The old scholar lowered his head and said sullenly.

[-]% of what?
The Lord of the Bones Temple didn't reply, but he knew it in his heart.

[-]% will die.

So he didn't drink the tea, he returned the teacup, got up and wiped the dust off his body with his sleeve robe, with a very serious expression, saying every word.

"I said thousands of years ago that I will not participate in the fight between you and the monster clan in the future, and I will not leave this bone temple, so as not to worry you. Now that I am in trouble, I think of me, the abandoned old man. Come on, all the wishful thinking in the world will be finished by you, it's really funny!"

The Lord of the Bone Temple gritted his teeth tightly, and couldn't help roaring: "I really forgot what I did to me back then, or is it because I have a good temper and can let the past go?"

"Bah, bullshit!" The Bone Monastery turned around and was about to leave.

Just two steps away, a humble begging sound came from behind.

"I beg you."

The old scholar knelt down on the spot, spread his hands, grabbed the ground with his head, and kowtowed to the Lord of the Bone Temple to beg.

The Bone Temple turned his head in surprise, looked at his old friend with a complicated expression, stepped forward, helped the old scholar up, and pursed the corners of his mouth, feeling very uncomfortable.

"You're pushing me."

The old scholar kept his head down, feeling ashamed, but what could he do, he was no match for those monster clan supreme saints in the sky.

With his hands behind his hands, the Lord of the Bone Temple seemed to have aged a degree, looked at the old scholar in a complicated way, and said softly.

"I will never forget what the Academy and Taoism have done to me, and I will never forget the thousands of years of friendship between you and me. If I make a move today, I will forget the grievances and forget the friendship between you and me. "

The old scholar didn't know how to answer, his lowered head was flushed with shame, and tears even flashed in his cloudy eyes. He felt ashamed of persecuting his old friend.

The Lord of the Bone Temple suddenly stomped on the ground with his feet. The ground trembled for tens of miles, and the mountains and rivers shook.

The Lord of the Bone Temple stepped out of it, summoned the underworld to pave the road, and went straight to the gate of heaven. He walked straight up the long road, and in an instant he reached Huanyu.

"Emperor of the Underworld, Heavenly Lord of the Nine Nethers, avoid living creatures!"

The Supreme Saints of the Monster Race and Yao Tianchang were surprised. They knew the origin of the Lord of the Bones and the past, so according to expectations, the Lord of the Bones would not participate in the battle.

"Human, you really have no backbone and dignity, the pain you used to forget so quickly?" Yinhu sneered.

The master of the Bone Temple made a move, and said coldly: "It's just to help."

The supreme sages of the monster race all sneered, but they had to take it seriously, not daring to underestimate the Lord of the Bone Temple.

If it hadn't been for the great change of thousands of years, the Lord of the Bone Temple might become the second Taoism now.

The second person of Taoist Tianzun!
His Nether Emperor, Jiuyou Tianzun is not talking nonsense, there is such a thing!
Originally, Yao Tianchang was extremely difficult to fight, but now it is somewhat difficult to add another Taoist Tianzun level character who is good at fighting.

Among them, the Lord of the Bone Watch is not the key point, after all, he is at most a tie with the Yinhu who the Lord killed.

The key point is not to let Yao Tianchang get a chance to breathe and recover, and Yao Tianchang must be directly pressed to death!
Yinhu's huge real body swung, tearing apart the void, spit out a big mouthful of blood from the corner of his mouth, covering his whole body, and shouted angrily.

"Blood burning!"

The rest of the supreme saints were surprised, this is a desperate way to play!
Yinhu tore the universe with both hands, and unexpectedly forcibly pulled out a large piece of heaven and earth, and forcibly wrapped the Lord of the Bone Monastery in it. When he disappeared, he shouted angrily with the rest of the supreme saints.

"Siege and kill Yao Tianchang!"

In an instant, Yao Tianchang had disheveled hair, holding the Flying Sword of Fate in his hand, his pupils were frighteningly cold, the corners of his mouth kept bleeding, and Feijian whined every inch, and he said to several Supreme Saints.

"I am the one who besieged and killed you."

The blood dripped on the flying sword, intending to fight with his life.

(End of this chapter)