Outside the hidden cave, Yu Qinglian waited anxiously and looked into the distance from time to time.

"Isn't finished yet, but... it's too late."

"Yu'er, the devil you created is too terrible. This world cannot withstand such a demon..." He clasped his palms together, as if he had made up his mind and looked resolutely into the distance.

"Since everything arises because of me, why should Yu Qinglian cherish this body? All kinds of sins are borne by me, and thousands of demons and obstacles are all involved in my body!"

He finally glanced at the cave behind him, recited the scriptures silently, and strided towards the distance, with a solemn expression, bathed in the sun, as if Buddha was coming to the world.

Wudang Mountain, a blessed land of immortals.

It should have been a paradise, but now it is full of mess, as if it is hell.

Yan She's hands shine with gold and silver luster, like metal, extremely strange.

He stood coldly at the top of Fumo Gorge, with several hideous heads under his feet, including Shangguan Jinhong, the leader of the Golden Gang, the head of Wudang, the fourth iron sword of the weapon list, and the world's number one swordsman Xue Yingzi. They are all famous heroes, and now they have become dust.

Looking back on the shocking battle with Shangguan Jinhong just now, Yan She had no fluctuations in her heart.

Shangguan Jinhong's combat power is indeed above the old man Tianji. The power of the dragon and phoenix ring is not the so-called "no ring in the hand, but the ring in the heart", but the word "stable".

Compared with ordinary weapons such as the mother and son, dragon and phoenix ring, the powerful is greater than the character "女" and the character "女". Such weapons are originally used by second-rate experts and are difficult to become first-rate and noble weapons.

Throughout history, many masters have either used weapons such as swords or directly used fists and feet. They have almost never used weapons such as double rings, darts, and fine needles. Even if there are, they are not as mainstream as swords.

Because such weapons are difficult to become the first-class level.

There are sword gods, sword gods, fist gods in the world, but there are almost no ring gods, dart gods, needle gods, etc.

But Shangguan Jinhong practiced this strange weapon to a level that was comparable to swords. In his hands, the dragon and phoenix rings were an open weapon.

Such achievements are enough to be called a master of the generation.

But in the face of Yan She's two unique hands, he had the only way to lose his destruction after all.

This martial arts is the essence of Yan She's lifelong skills. It is said that the peak of martial arts can become an immortal and a Buddha, and the Vajra will never be destroyed, and will remain immortal for thousands of years after death.

Yan She was still far from that level, but he practiced his hands to that level.

Although his hands are still flesh and blood, they have a supernatural power. Even the hardest steel is still like tofu under his fingers, and can be crushed at will.

So when the dragon and phoenix double rings were shot out, he did not dodge or defend, he just grabbed it simply.

Then, the pair of double rings made of fine iron became fragments, like cutting tofu.

Shangguan Jinhong's neck was crushed later.

Such a pair of hands can be called "holding life and killing, and your life is up to me"!

No weapon can match it.

"Report to the leader of the Sect, we have forced the remaining disciples of the Jinqian Gang and those righteous sects into the Fumo Gorge. Now we only need to block the exit and shoot arrows at once, and they will surely die."

Yan She nodded and looked at the more than a thousand people blocked in the canyon below. These were all hard-working players. Even though Shangguan Jinhong and others were dead, they still refused to surrender. Under the leadership of A Fei, they made a final struggle.

"You are the ones who are stubborn and will send them on the way!" Yan She was a little excited. Success was already in front of him, but he felt lonely.

People at the top are always lonely.

Because there seems to be no goal ahead of them.

Yan She didn't know what he would do after unifying the world.

Can you get involved in the country and carry out the great cause of rebellion? Or study the martial arts of the world to see if you can use martial arts to enter the Tao and break the void?

Just as he was thinking, a thick breath approached here.

"It's him!" Yan She's eyes moved and looked down at the cliff in the distance.

The monk in gray clothes slowly approached here, his face very calm, as if he had seen through everything in the world.

Step by step, he came outside the Demon Gorge.

This canyon, which was originally used to destroy evil and heretics, is now full of corpses of righteous people, which is ironic.

And there were more than a thousand people in the canyon, making the final resistance.

The exit was blocked, and above the canyon, thousands of elite demon cults held bows and arrows, facing below.

He seemed to have not seen these things and walked towards the canyon step by step.

The vast true energy surged out from his body, and the power of the Wuxiang Divine Power hit the surrounding rocks, and even opened a gap in the sealed passage.

A Fei walked out of it and looked at him: "Master, thank you."

His expression was very sad.

After seeing Shangguan Jinhong and others being killed by Yan She using the most cruel means, his heart was already dead.

In such a situation, where is there hope?

Yu Qinglian nodded to him: "You have done a good job. Go and find Li Xunhuan. He can definitely stop all this."

A Fei asked, "Where are you, Master?"

Yu Qinglian looked up and said calmly: "Save people."

Ah Fei stared at more than a thousand people behind him, and then watched the gap that Yu Qinglian had opened with her skills and could only be passed by two people at a time.

"It's impossible. As long as they shoot arrows at once, we can't escape."

"No, I have a way!" Yu Qinglian said calmly and said to the top, "Master Yan, I want to make a deal with you."

Yan Shemoran said: "What deal?"

Yu Qinglian said: "I use the secret book of the Wuying Divine Art to exchange for the vitality of these thousand people."

Yan She said: "Oh, what do you want to do?"

Yu Qinglian's figure flashed and had already arrived in the canyon, pointing to the passage: "As long as I am still standing here, Master Yan will order his subordinates not to attack others and let them pass."

Yan She said coldly: "How long do you think you can resist the attack of the five thousand elite soldiers on your own?"

Yu Qinglian said: "I only believe that there will be no more casualties in the place where I stand today!"

Yan She laughed and said, "Okay, just as you said!"

Yu Qinglian took out a booklet and threw it into the air.

After Yan She took it, he ordered: "Everyone obeys the order. Do not attack others before this person falls."

Hearing Yan She's order, the Demon Cult immediately reacted, and five thousand elite soldiers pointed the bow and arrow in their hands at Yu Qinglian.

As long as the monk is shot to death, the others will still not be able to escape.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The sharp sound of the wind breaking through the canyon, and under the sad eyes of Ah Fei and others, thousands of arrows were shooting towards the place where Yu Qinglian was.

"The Magical Art of Foresight!" Yu Qinglian roared, gathering her lifelong skills. The magnificent true qi spread like a smoke, like a dream, and an invisible and qualitative manner. It formed a wall of qi three feet away from the whole body.

Even if the rain of arrows is over, no one can cross this wall.

"Where I stand is the boundary, and there will be no more casualties behind me!"

The heroic sound resounded throughout the canyon, and behind him, thousands of people were evacuating quickly. They turned around from time to time, their eyes filled with tears.

None of them knew Yu Qinglian, but at this moment, they always remembered this monk in gray.

"Master!" Someone cried in grief, looking at the rain of arrows rushing towards Yu Qinglian's tiny body, with a dull expression.

"Quick...get away!" Yu Qinglian's voice gradually became hoarse.

With the body as the boundary, the place behind him is hard to enter, and it consumes not only his skills, but also his life essence.

But he has no regrets!

"Puff!" Suddenly, he spat out a mouthful of blood and dyed the gray monk's robe red.

But his body didn't shake, and the invisible air wall was still there, and no one passed the boundary with an arrow.

Even Yan She had to be moved: "Is it worth it for these people?"

"Worth it!" This is Yu Qinglian's answer, which is shocking.

"Master, go, we are not worthy of your like this!" someone roared.

Originally, under Yan She's power, although they were still resisting, they were already desperate, but at this moment, their hearts were filled with shock.

It turns out that there are such people in this world!

No matter how dark the world is, the light will remain forever. Because there will always be heroes in this world who will fight to do things that others are unwilling to do.

They don't want to let such a truly great person die for their own reasons.

A Fei stood in the distance, his only remaining right arm was clenched tightly, his nails pierced his palm, and he roared in grief and angry: "Let's go, we can't let the Master's sacrifice be wasted!"

He whistled to the sky!

Everyone was also sad and finally evacuated the mountain gorge.

"Good... Very good..." Yu Qinglian said hoarsely, her eyes staring into the distance, where there was a woman in white.

"Yu'er, I..." Before he could finish his words, he could no longer support him and fell to the ground and drowned in the dust.
To be continued...