Don't be afraid, fairy, I'm blind

Chapter 339: Darkness of the Rainfall (Part )

This group of the most elite cultivators below the Feather Transformation Realm in all the five continents gathered on the ruins.

The pitch-black night and the rampant evil puppets surrounded them. They were as long as the pouring rain, so long that it seemed like they would never end.

And in the center of the ruins, there is a imprisoned mad giant snake.

It held its head high, and its eyelids covered with three-yuan purple gold made its snake pupils look strange and enchanting.

It just stared indifferently at the holy white snake that it had strangled, watching her life gradually slip away under its control.

Ji Xueruo was strangled to the point that her pupils bulged out and she whimpered in pain. But she still tried her best to resist the absolute suppression of power and the suppression of blood in her body.

Her unyielding attitude made Qi Snake even more angry. Qi Snake had been waiting for thousands of years. It saw a lot of things through the eyes of the White Snake, such as the snake clan that was gradually moving towards revival thousands of miles away.

That despicable group that shouldn't even exist.

To it, these "people" are all thieves who stole its power, and it will never recognize them as its offspring. On the contrary, after dealing with the weak white snake in front of it, it will swim directly from the South China Sea to Japan and catch all those evil women in one fell swoop.

It will become an immortal dragon, and offspring have no meaning for an immortal god.

Thinking of this, it almost couldn't help but increase the strength of the binding, but it still held back.

If you want to activate the blood in this white snake's body, you have to do it slowly. Being too hasty will only turn her into a dead snake before she wakes up, and the dragon blood inherited into her body will be completely lost. Such a loss is unacceptable to her.

Long Chiyu withdrew her gaze. She didn’t quite understand why the snake demon was being ravaged by the crazy python, but she knew that the girl was about to die.

She should be with him...

Even when he was leaving, the girl was by his side, and they were so reluctant to part.

Long Chiyu didn't know why she observed so carefully. She had never been a person who liked to meddle in other people's affairs.

But she was really dying.

However, Long Chiyu couldn't even think of saving her. She had no time to care about the giant snake disaster behind her, and the endless evil tide in front of her had already made her physically and mentally exhausted.

Many people even silently thanked the white snake demon for its efforts, even though they didn't know Ji Xueruo's name. In their opinion, it was the snake demon who used her life to hold back the giant snake for them, thus preventing them from falling into a desperate situation of being attacked from all sides.

Zixun and Sihan wanted to save Ji Lingruo, but they couldn't get close to the giant snake that looked like a snake god. The pressure from Sanyuan Zijin came from it. It made it difficult for the geniuses to move when it was asleep, and no one could get close to it after it woke up.

"Help me! Help me!"

A tragic cry for help rang out throughout the rainy night. It was from a monk from Beiaozhou who fell from the ruins due to exhaustion.

Long Chiyu and other Northern Aozhou monks were ready to rescue them, but after a brief hesitation, they all stopped. Although they were known for their extremely exclusive and united character, and were regarded as notorious "countryside savages" by people from other continents, they still watched their compatriots being swallowed by the evil tide.

Because going down means never being able to come up again, this piece of ruins made up of huge rubble is a barrier they cannot leave.

The disciple who was calling for help was pierced through the body by a hand, and then was lifted up and torn into two. His head was stuck in the hand of the evil puppet, so the evil puppet that pounced on him twisted his head off like twisting dough.

He never closed his eyes until his death. Long Chiyu clearly saw the look in his eyes, which was more complicated than the most complicated classics that Long Chiyu had ever read. So many emotions were wrapped in it, as if they were all transmitted to her through the eye contact, making her feel suffocated and powerless.

This scene will surely become a nightmare that anyone who witnesses it will never forget for the rest of their lives. Of course, this is not a misfortune, but something to be thankful for.

Because their lives are short and will be over soon.

Bei Aozhou, who was used to working together, had suffered the least losses among the four forces guarding the ruins of Sanyuan Mountain. Even the Xuanxiao Sect, which came to help from all directions, had several deaths.

The death of people not only shook the morale of the troops, but also made this makeshift iron barrel leaky.

Fu Heng held the dying Duanmu Jin. He couldn't even feel sad because his sadness had already been used up and turned into numbness.

Duanmu Jin is the person who has killed the most evil spirits among all people. He finally realized his sword intent in the endless battle with the evil puppets, but this sword intent can only be used once.

This was exactly in line with his original intention of learning swordsmanship. Ancient myths said that the world was split by a great god named Pangu. He was yearning for this, and from then on he aimed to swing the sword that split the world. The Eighth Elder liked this kind of tyranny, because most people's tyranny was only directed at people, but there were few such pure and reckless men who could not stand the heavens or the earth.

The Eighth Elder had high hopes for this disciple, and Duanmu Jin did not disappoint his master's expectations. His sword smashed the entire evil tide in the east for more than a hundred meters, and the gully created by the collapse of the ground became a natural obstacle for the evil tide to advance again.

Unfortunately, such brutal sword intent cost him his life.

"Tell me about this blow of mine... Master..."

Duanmu Jin held Fu Heng's arm, and he died completely after saying this last sentence.

He clearly looked like a young man full of vigor and vitality, but he acted like a desperate criminal at the end of his rope.

Fu Heng closed his eyes for him and sighed in his heart:

"If I could go back..."

Even he no longer had any hope of survival at this point.

He trusted the taciturn blind junior brother. Once when he went back to hand in a mission, he was shocked to see the numerous achievements belonging to the Son of God in the merit book. In half a year, the Son of God had sent out dozens of missions without a single failure, no matter how terrible the evil was that he faced.

But he felt that he probably wouldn't be able to hold on until the Son of God ended this trial.

This group of living monks was very powerful, but they were helpless against the evil tide, which was too numerous and impossible to kill. Cutting off the limbs or heads of the evil puppets did not stop them, and they could even pick up other people's heads and put them on their necks to revive.

For some reason, Fu Heng had an illusion that those hundreds of uninvited people who were put on the island were simply consumables prepared by the Immortal Zhengyang.

It is natural for a worthy genius to suppress two or three people of the same realm, but geniuses who want to defeat five, six or even more people of the same realm are extremely rare.

"I told you that passing on the inheritance to that loser from the Condensed Water Realm is a death wish!"

Tong Hui's face was hideous, with several bloody holes on his body. The reason why he was so angry was not because he was injured, but because the cultivators from Nanyang Continent suffered the most casualties.

It’s not that the cultivators in Nanyang Continent are weak, but that the ruins in the south are the shortest and the most difficult to defend.

"How can you possibly expect him to save us?! You guys are truly crazy! Hope can only be held in your own hands!!"

The sounds of fighting among the monks of Nanyang Continent were endless. Tong Hui had had enough of it. He roared:
"Nanyang Continent monks, listen up! Follow me and fight!"

"Tong Hui! If you want to die, don't take your people with you!" Fu Heng called out to Tong Hui in a low voice. If Tong Hui left, the entire southern defense line would be lost, and the hope of survival would be even slimmer.

Tong Hui just looked back at him and said through gritted teeth:
"I'm trying to save them!"

Fu Heng was speechless when he heard this. He was unable to refute Tong Hui's words. The probability of staying here and surviving was actually the same as the probability of rushing into the evil tide and then fighting his way out. Both were zero.

He did not continue to try to keep her because he felt he was not qualified.

The impending departure of Tong Hui and the monks from Nanyang Continent further shook the morale of the remaining monks. They were also hesitating: should they hold on or give it a try?
But at this moment, these originally stupid evil puppets suddenly launched a more fierce charge! They even pulled and trampled on each other, as if they had received an order that could not be disobeyed and must immediately flatten the ruins!
Tong Hui was stunned immediately. Faced with such a violent evil puppet, he didn't even have the courage to enter.

Fu Heng frowned, sizing up the appearance of these evil puppets and muttered:

"They...seem to be afraid of something..."

Tong Hui murmured softly, "We are all going to die..."

He was full of confidence one moment, but his face turned pale the next. If there was still a being that the evil puppets feared after the evil tide, then their death was inevitable.

He stretched his eyes and stared at the end of the dark rainy night, when suddenly a flash of fire caught his attention.

The flames raged wildly in the rain, the earth shook faintly, and a soul-shattering roar could be heard from afar.

Someone recognized what it was from a distance, "That's a fire armadillo!!"

"It's over. It's really over..."

Some people completely gave up hope and sat down on the ground. The person who spoke was actually the little saint who had always been very low-key.

His presence shouldn't be so low, but he was seriously injured after the battle with the fire armadillo, and it was a great effort for him to survive until now. Because of this, he is the one who knows the power of the fire armadillo the most.

The others were also infected by him and even forgot to resist the evil puppets trying to climb up the ruins.

Despair filled the ruins, but Fu Heng was not infected by the emotion of despair, because he knew that the direction of the evil tide that mutated first was the direction that You Su left!
"There's someone up there!"

Sihan saw a figure of the fire armadillo!
Her cave was full of Shenming Valley Qingcao, a spiritual herb for clearing the eyes. When Zixun first met Yousu, she used this spiritual herb to trick Yousu into going to her cave, but in fact, she didn't grow this kind of herb at all. Later, she searched for seeds everywhere, cultivated them carefully, and transplanted many spiritual herbs with similar functions to plant in her own medicine field. Over time, her own eyesight became extraordinary!
"people?!"

Everyone repeated Sihan's cry in disbelief.

"They are here to save us! We are saved!"

Hope is ignited instantly by this fire that is getting closer and closer.

"Why is it You Su..."

Sihan saw clearly the owner of the figure, and she muttered to herself in surprise.

"What?! Why is it him?!"

But many people still heard her whispers. Tong Hui was so angry that her eyes widened. The hope that had just ignited turned into boundless anger:
"We placed all our hopes on him! He turned back in vain out of fear! What a loser!"

In his view, this was not a savior at all, but the final nail in the coffin of a death situation.

You Su's return meant that the inheritance had not reached its end, and the constant ups and downs in mood made everyone a little numb.

You Su rode a fire-breathing beast that was more than ten meters long and rushed over with the force of thunder. He looked like the god in mythology who brought fire to the cold world, or like the evil demon in hell who was covered with ghost fire and took lives.

The speed was so fast that the people in the ruins had no chance to avoid it. Or rather, they were surrounded by enemies and had no way to avoid it.

"Is he here to save us? Or is he here to kill us?" Zixun asked foolishly.

She no longer had the energy to think about the reason why You Su came back. The boy's temperament made her feel a little strange. Like everyone else, she couldn't figure out the boy's purpose of returning, nor could she tell whether he was good or evil.

"He came to rescue her."

Sihan's eyes suddenly became firm, as if she believed it without a doubt.

Fu Heng's mind was racing. He didn't really know You Su, but he believed in You Su.

Not many people knew about You Su's achievements, and he was one of them who was interested in finding out. When you know all that, it's hard not to believe that he can do everything. So when competing for the Three Yuan Purple Gold, he, who has reached the Perfect Water Condensation, took the lead and became a supporting role in the Lower Water Condensation Realm.

"Everyone separate! Let him pass!!"

Fu Heng roared, then picked up Duanmu Jin who was lying on the ground and rushed to both sides.

At his command, everyone immediately woke up and took action.

As Sihan ran away, he finally saw You Su standing on the fire armadillo's head. He was expressionless and looked as ugly as if he had crawled out of a coffin.

The fire armadillo leaped ten meters high in front of the ruins, with scorching flames spewing from its mouth.

His target was indeed the invincible giant snake!

Sihan wiped the rain off her face and suddenly smelled a hint of blood on her palms.

She wasn't bleeding, so whose blood was this?

Under the reflection of the fire, the raindrops in the sky also turned orange-red, but Sihan keenly noticed that some of them were even deeper crimson.

Is he still going to rush to save her even though he has shed so much blood along the way?
Sihan thought blankly, not knowing why she was so envious of the white snake that was about to suffocate.

A tear fell down her cheek along with the rain, "But you can't save her..."

……

Outside the fairy island, Immortal Zhengyang slowly opened his eyes in the heavy rain.

He used his eyes as bright as the sun to scan the group of silent monks below him, and suddenly spread his hands and smiled:

"Since you want to see it, I will show you the final battle of this trial..."

(End of this chapter)