Bearing the blue sky

Chapter 235 Spontaneous Combustion of the Nascent Soul! Breaking the Stalemate!

The group chatted and laughed, but their meaning was quite clear.

I'm not leaving!

That's understandable, though. If they left now, these prodigies would probably be very upset.

Of course, that's what she said, but Zhu Ge knew the truth in her heart.

If he doesn't leave this time, he will owe the people here a favor in the future.

After all, no matter what, he had actually foreseen everything that was happening now.

Everyone present was part of the game, so he was grateful.

At this moment, the Wood Taoist suddenly spoke up: "Zhu Ge, I am too old."

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions instantly hardened.

"Master Mu, you—" Zhu Ge was taken aback for a moment upon seeing this, then shook his head: "There's no need for that."

Master Mu continued, "It's alright. I am a native of Yunjiang. I once founded a sect, but it was wiped out by the ghosts of the Three Realms."

"After I cleared the three realms and eliminated that vengeful ghost, I wandered all over the Cloud Frontier and saw far too many things."

The more I see, the more I love this land.

As they were talking, the plague bird in the distance suddenly looked up and let out a long cry.

"Hahaha, I never imagined there were so many humans on this land of Red River Prefecture! Good, good, good!"

The plague bird's cry was deafening, and even the mycelium seemed unable to contain it.

The expressions of everyone immediately became more serious.

Seeing this, the wooden Taoist's smile widened: "Look, this sparrow slaughters my human race, slaughters the memories I left behind as I walked on this land."

"Tell me, if my fellow disciples from the Giant Wood Sect had seen me standing here without making a move back then, wouldn't they have laughed at me?"

As he spoke, the wooden Taoist stood up, and his Taoist heart began to pound.

"No, Master Mu." Zhu Ge took a deep breath and said, "I still have a backup plan—"

"No, Zhuge." Master Mu waved his hand, his smile unchanged.

He glanced around at the group and chuckled, "We, the pride of our human race, may fight for power and profit, and even risk our lives for spiritual creatures, but in crucial moments, don't we unite?"

"If only there were more geniuses like you in the world."

"Zhu Ge, I've always known you have backup plans, but using them might also get you hurt. So, let this old man do it, so you can have less pressure."

The Wood Daoist smiled, then looked at the Plague God Sparrow in the distance, and his entire immortal cultivation surged forth.

"Tianjiao, Tianjiao, alas, if I hadn't left the sect back then, would things have turned out differently? I really miss you, Huan'er—"

The wooden Taoist sighed, and then the figure of an infant sitting cross-legged appeared above his head.

This is the nascent soul of a cultivator!

The next moment, the nascent soul opened its eyes, clasped its hands in a fist salute to the people present, and then grabbed at its own physical body.

"Bang—"

A soft sound.

The wooden Taoist's physical body, spiritual artifacts, and primordial artifacts were all destroyed, turning into specks of light that converged towards the nascent soul.

"Burning Nascent Soul————"

Su Feibai and Guan Julang were both shocked.

Although they could guess from Mu Daoren's words, they were still somewhat shocked when Mu Daoren actually ignited his nascent soul.

Confucianism crumbles, and the path of immortality ignites.

These are all methods that lead to mutual destruction.

However, many Confucian scholars perished, but what about those who pursued immortality?

Once you enter the third realm, as long as your nascent soul remains intact, you will have no hindrance to the Great Dao.

Whether it's possession or rebuilding, it's not difficult as long as you have a nascent soul.

Therefore, very few cultivators are foolish enough to burn everything in their path, sacrificing everything in the process.

However, less does not mean none.

The wooden Taoist in front of them was from Yunjiang, and they had previously fought together for spiritual items.

Now, just as the Plague God Sparrow was about to slaughter all living beings in the Red River Prefecture, the Wood Daoist stepped forward.

"Rumble—"

The Wood Daoist's nascent soul soared into the sky, his spiritual power radiating terrifying fluctuations, even slightly comparable to the oppressive aura of the Plague God Sparrow.

"Master Mu has long been at the late stage of the Third Realm, but he hasn't broken through due to an unstable Dao Heart," Yan Liyuan sighed. "But Master Mu has accumulated a wealth of knowledge; what a pity—"

As Yan Liyuan spoke, the nascent soul of the wooden Taoist burst forth with an extremely intense light.

Suddenly, the phantom of an enormous tree appeared in the sky.

The trees were so dense that they covered the entire sky with dark green clouds.

The verdant green of the trees replaced the eeriness of the dark clouds.

At the same time, the Wood Daoist's nascent soul disappeared, leaving only the giant tree phantom standing high in the sky, breaking the Plague God Sparrow's method of attracting the power of fear.

"No, what is this?!" The Plague God Sparrow was enveloped in mycelium, unable to perceive its surroundings, and struggled even more violently.

"No, no, my incense power is about to break through! Damn it, damn it, who is it?!"

"Who broke my plague's momentum! Who was it?!"

The plague bird struggled violently, and much of the mycelium was also broken free.

Zhu Ge and Hua Liusha have been taking turns controlling it for a long time, as have Zhu Sisi and the bone monster clone.

By this time, everyone was almost completely exhausted, and Yan Liyuan and the others were also trying their best to recover their strength, so they couldn't help.

"puff!!!"

Zhu Ge coughed up blood, and the sound of his surging martial arts heart grew fainter and fainter.

Everyone knew that Zhu Ge was nearing his limit.

Fortunately, the Wood Daoist burned his nascent soul, which stopped the Plague God Sparrow's breakthrough momentum.

"Zhu Ge, do you wish to become my disciple?" At this crucial moment, Yan Liyuan hurriedly asked, "Although Daoist Mu can hold them off for a while, I'm afraid he can't hold them off for long!"

The others were also a little nervous.

They all wanted Zhu Ge to join their sect, so they would have a reason to summon their sect elders.

Even if the elders of the sect cannot arrive in time, at least they can make the Plague God Sparrow, the Locust Demon Prince, and the Red River Dragon Python hesitate to act.

How could Zhu Ge not understand?

However, he didn't want these people to bear the pressure.

After all, he knew that the sects behind these people were all terrifyingly powerful forces.

Those powerful organizations will inevitably conduct rigorous selection processes before accepting disciples.

If they break the rules and recruit him, regardless of his talent, these people's mortal enemies will definitely make trouble for their unruly behavior before he even enters the door.

He had already used Yan Liyuan and the others, and had invited them to fight against the enemy. If he were to use them again now, how could he have the face to be friends with them afterward?

Therefore, Zhu Ge simply shook his head: "No need, everyone, don't worry about me. Whether I live or die, I have no fear."

Birth?

die?

He wasn't afraid in his previous life, so why would he be afraid in this one?

"Brother Zhu—" Yan Liyuan and the others fell silent.

They definitely felt pressured when they were invited to sing.

However, they also admired Zhu Ge's personality and style, so they felt it was okay for him to take on some pressure.

I just didn't expect Zhu Ge to be so fierce.

At this moment, Zhu Ge sighed and then said to the sky, "Red Rice Immortal, your long-term planning is truly amazing."

"only----"

"However, this plague bird is about to break free, and if you don't show yourself soon, I will release it."

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