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These people are obviously the human beings who are struggling in this world.
It's been a long time.
An old man who seemed to be the leader said in a hoarse voice: "It looks like those lunatics haven't caught up. Let's eat first and take the time to recover your physical strength and mana."
Hearing this, two people immediately got into the sedan chair.
When they came out again, the two had already taken out something that looked like a plant in their hands.
"Is that all there is?" An old man couldn't help but said, "This is less than the day before yesterday, Master Sixiang, our mana has almost been exhausted, and these spiritual food alone can't go very far."
"This is the meaning of the head." The old man who was called Uncle Sixiang, who was the first to speak, glanced at the person who was speaking, and said in a low voice, "Without the permission of the head, no one will leave. If you want to get spiritual food, you can use it with confidence, and when necessary, the head will naturally arrange it.”
Hearing this, the rest of the old people didn't dare to say anything.
The person in charge of making the spiritual food immediately took out a small cauldron and put the "plants" in his hands into it. In an instant, traces of pure spiritual energy spread out, but all of them were suppressed in the sedan chair. Within the range of the halo emanating from within, everyone was greedy.
Until this time, these old people showed somewhat different colors.
If Mu Xuefei was here at the moment, he would be able to see it immediately.
These are all extraordinary people above the fourth order! Being able to fly through the clouds, move mountains and overturn the sea, in most extraordinary worlds, is the level of a powerhouse!
But at this moment, they are already invisible, and they are full of turbid air.
Both the body and the spiritual energy have been weakened to the extreme, and they are not much stronger than mortals.
Even if everyone has finished enjoying the so-called "snacks", they have only recovered a little, slightly to the level of a first- and second-order superhuman, that's all.
Just when they were about to seal their emotions and travel again.
Suddenly.
The light in the sedan chair was splendid, and the psychic energy poured out crazily, pouring all of it into everyone's bodies. In an instant, as if the years had passed, everyone's white hair returned to black hair in a short period of time, and they looked like Decades younger.
The Uncle Sixiang turned into a young man who looked at most twenty or thirty years old. His skin was smooth, his spiritual energy was surging, and his divine light suddenly appeared. He seemed to have become a powerful transcendent.
But his expression was extremely heavy.
"Everyone pay attention! Those lunatics are chasing after them! Quickly, take the head and go!"
The rest of the people have almost recovered to their peak state, but all of them are pale, and there is naturally a sad atmosphere wandering among them.
But no one hesitated.
Several people immediately carried the wooden sedan chair. Under the surge of spiritual energy, a path of spiritual energy gradually appeared on the sedan chair. Obviously, it was not extraordinary, and Uncle Sixiang urged him with all his strength. Turned into a streamer, carrying most of the people away in one direction.
Only one disciple who looked to be in his forties was left behind.
But it is not omitted.
The man closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened it again, he seemed to be numb.
Soon, a few swoops.
One after another figure suddenly wrapped him, accompanied by various sounds.
"Whee."
"Look at this man, he's so fat."
"Poor, pitiful, like a puppet."
"Nah, nah, let's play together."
"Hahaha, caught you, caught you!"
"..."
These voices are all very confusing, sometimes like a child, sometimes like a woman, sometimes like an old man, people can't tell what these people are talking about, and even if you listen a little carefully, you will feel like yourself His head also began to become a mushy mess, as if more and more people were whispering in their ears, like a gangrene attached to the bones, unable to break free at all.
Take a closer look.
Where are these "people".
It was simply a group of invisible monsters, just like the hallucinations seen after being poisoned. There were villains floating in the air, tentacles like water waves, and even grotesque squirrels and rabbits, constantly twisting and surging all around. Come, more and more, more and more...
Even a normal person would feel disgusted and confused when seeing such a picture.
However, the cultivator who stayed behind for a while did not respond.
He has sealed all his emotions.
"I joined the school to practice at the age of twelve, and it has been three hundred and twenty-five years." He ignored all the weird pictures around him, ignored all the voices, and just spoke slowly in a gentle tone, as if he was talking to himself , "Although eternal life is hopeless, today is the end, however, this is not my fault, it is a great disaster in the world, and there is nothing I can do. If you want to die, you should die in the right place, and you will not be in vain for three hundred years of hard work!"
The voice fell, and the surging spiritual energy suddenly burst out from the body, like a terrifying wave, and it was released frantically.
This is the last battle.
At this time, UU reading should be heroic and tragic, but he is still numb. He can know that he is perishing, and he can know his ending, but even at this last moment, he can't have the slightest Emotions are revealed, but they can only fight numbly, watching all this numbly.
However, under the protection of the halo of the wooden sedan chair, everyone who could release their emotions a little bit clenched their teeth.
"After Senior Brother Mu Huan, it's my turn." A man who looked also forty years old said in a low voice, "In just twenty years, more than a hundred senior brothers have died, and when we are all killed in battle After that, Shizun and the thousands of people are not just waiting to die, so what's the use of living like this..."
"Mu Xin!" Sixiang suddenly shouted, "Pay attention to your emotions!"
The man named Mu Xin was startled. When he looked again, he didn't know when one of his arms became elongated and soft, like a reflection in the waves.
Sure enough, there is not the slightest bit of carelessness.
However, even his three-hundred-year-old brother died in battle for the queen, can't there be a half-point of sadness? Half-depressed? What's the point of this kind of living? It would be better to die in a vigorous battle, or just degenerate like this, it is better than such a meaningless life.
Seeing that the limbs of his few nephews have begun to twist and deform, and the whole body is rapidly changing in an illusory and not human direction.
The four elephants could only raise the sharp sword in their hands.
The rest of the people turned their heads one by one, but they were still expressionless, and they had to control their emotions.
This is not the first time such a situation has happened. What's worse, even if it has reached such a cruel level, they must be patient.
Because even despair can't have it.