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Elder Wu and True Monarch Wuji had little spiritual power due to the consumption of attacks over time.

His face was pale and bloodless, and he didn't know how to continue to maintain the current predicament.

Take out snacks directly to absorb and replenish spiritual energy continuously, and maintain high-intensity spiritual energy to run and attack.

It can only sustain a short attack, and its body is already weak.

Even Zhenjun Wuji, who is Zhenjun Yuanying, was unable to subdue the spirit devouring insects because of his speed.

The flesh and blood on their bodies were continuously corroded and many insects were born, which grew rapidly.

This is hard for them to guard against, especially Mo Yuheng who is in a critical period and arranges the formation.

If it weren't for the protection of the two of them, they would have been eaten away by the spirit devouring insects long ago.

The two of them were so anxious that they turned their heads from time to time to see if Mo Yuheng's formation had been arranged?

It's a pity that they still couldn't wait for Mo Yuheng's formation to be arranged, because the high-intensity spiritual energy was too much for the body to operate.

The whole body shook violently, and the last attack went out. Elder Wu slowly fell from the midair, and a huge insect quickly sprayed out ink and covered the opponent's body.

Elder Wu only felt severe pain, and his body was powerless to resist Mo Yuheng, who was full of despair and hopeful, who was constantly arranging formations: "Girl, I believe you can succeed."

Sure enough, Mo Yuheng lived up to expectations.

Pinch Fa Jue with both hands, a series of powerful and mysterious ancient characters slowly hovered from the body and rose into the sky.

Blocking everything within a radius of 1 kilometer, countless spiritual powers were continuously drained.

Noticing something was wrong with the ferocious mouth of the spirit devourer, it rushed over without hesitation and wanted to kill Mo Yuheng.

It's a pity that they came a step late, how could Mo Yuheng give them a chance to survive?

Everything is in his hands, and the array has become the cornerstone of operation with the continuous input of powerful merit.

With silvery white lights dotted, the entire formation looked dazzling.

It happened to be night at the moment, and the whole place seemed very bright.

Some Jindan and Foundation Establishment monks who were originally sitting in the mine were shocked when they discovered this scene.

Pointing to a very bright place: "That's not the direction that True Monarch Wuji and the others are going."

One of the old men had a bad premonition in his heart, and immediately stood up from the futon: "You are right, that direction is the direction where True Monarch Wuji left, and things are in conflict, we must hurry over to help."

"Yes……"

The Golden Core cultivator in front of him was a very prestigious person at the scene, everyone nodded, and they all jumped up into the sky and went out of the formation.

I was extremely anxious and hoped that they would wait until it was too late.

The aura was sucked out all at once, and Zhenjun Wuji couldn't maintain his flight in mid-air.

Falling down all of a sudden, Mo Yuheng was very fast and immediately grabbed Zhenjun Wuji and came to Elder Wu who had spirit-eating insects on his body.

Feeling guilty: "Elder Wu, I'm sorry, I'm a step late."

Elder Wu had already fallen into the sea and was floated up, and his body was covered with spirit-eating insects, unable to return to the sky.

With a faint smile on his face: "I'm fine, I'm old and half buried in the soil, there's no need to be sad when I no longer look at life and death."

Mo Yuheng's throat was blocked and his nose was sore, he spoke first and smiled.

He stretched out his hand slowly, wanting to touch the old face of the old man in front of him again.

"Elder Wu..."

"Girl, don't come near me."

Elder Wu anxiously shouted.

Mo Yuheng kept his hands in mid-air, trembling slightly.

"Elder Wu..."

Even the sound of barking has a nasal sound.

"Girl, it's not your fault, it's my fate."

Elder Wu laughed. He was not afraid of death at all. It was a kind of relief.

"No, I don't believe in fate. Fate should be in my own hands, not the elusive way of heaven."

Mo Yuheng's emotional breakdown should not be because he wants to go against the sky.

I don't care about those spirit-eating insects with their teeth and claws, because they don't have the support of spiritual energy.

The yellow ones became shriveled one by one, and fell from the sky into the sea to become dry octopuses.

Even if there is water, there is no way to replenish them, it is like a piece of paper.

Zhenjun Wuji, who was waiting on the side, stretched out his hand and released flames, burning everything completely.

"Elder Wu, don't worry, I'm here."

True Monarch Wuji gave a guarantee that the inheritance of spiritual cultivation would never be cut off.

They understand each other's thoughts in their hearts.

No matter how difficult it is to find the inheritor, he still wants to find it.

This is a respect and promise to the old man in front of him, and he will definitely do it.

I feel very uncomfortable, and another figure of the older generation is about to die.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, things are changing.

Just like the elder Wu elder in front of him, he hastily drew people's attention and looked up to the sky, looking up at the sky full of wind and rain, accompanied by chaotic spiritual energy, hitting each other against the barrier of the formation.

The squalling wind seemed to be weeping as a new life passed away, and the dark clouds in the sky rolled.

Countless figures came towards this direction one after another to hear the news, and all of them stopped at the spot with incomparable sadness to welcome the old man's departure.

But when I heard what Mo Yuheng said, I didn't believe in fate.

These few words express the dissatisfaction of countless immortal cultivators. Cultivating immortals is originally against the heavens, so why believe in the fate that the heavens have written down for them.

Mo Yuheng clenched his hands into fists, watching helplessly as the light makeup on Elder Wu's body attracted countless auras and slowly dissipated.

He tried to reach out to grab it but couldn't, so he stayed stiffly in mid-air.

My heart is empty, is this the case?

Mo Yuheng's eyes were confused.

"Yuheng, my condolences. Elder Wu has left. This is something we cannot control. The last wish is to keep the spiritual cultivation going."

"Let spiritual practice never cease."

Mo Yuheng muttered to himself, and the people behind him mourned endlessly.

They all watched each other leave with tears in their eyes, maybe they will grow old like him or die from injury in the future.

The joys and sorrows of separation and reunion are precisely because of this, even those who cultivate immortals cannot escape their fate.

"Elder Wu, if you want to pass it on, then you have to come back and look for it yourself. I will definitely not go to spiritual cultivation."

Everyone was shocked when they heard this, and looked at him with condemning eyes.

Even an old man doesn't want to help fulfill his last wish.

"Yuheng."

Seeing the expressions on everyone's faces, Supreme Master Wuji was mostly sternly complaining about Mo Yuheng's inappropriate behavior.

Because how can the dead come back?

This is not a pain that stabs a knife in everyone's heart and stabs it hard.

Mo Yuheng ignored Zhenjun Wuji's reminder and also ignored the indignation of those behind him.

What does other people's emotions have to do with him?
He just wants the old man who always points to him with a smile to return, and he likes to drink and talk.

With his lips tightly pressed together, he slowly took out the token from his own space.

The word "underworld" is engraved on it.