Chapter 307: [The Top of the Dead and the Living] Twilight of the Bats

"What's going on?"

At the back of the table, the beauties could not see what was happening in front of them, and they were straining their necks to see what was happening.

Chu Wanning's high embankment was solid, but it was no more than a mound of earth before the Kyushu ocean. As the Nine Songs boundary began to break and water flowed out from the vine leaves, the beauty mats were in a state of confusion, shouting, "What's happening?

Someone else glanced back and instantly paled: "The path of martyrdom has collapsed"

"What."

In this way, the Beauty Seat clan is trapped internally and externally, with the Devil's Gate closed in front of them and the Devil's Bridge collapsing behind them. And beneath their feet was an endless abyss, where could they escape to?

In a moment of porridge and chaos, Shi Mei snapped, "Come to the front, don't panic."

"The Patriarch of China"

Amplification carried his voice to the end, "I told you. I will bring you back to your homeland."

It was something he had been seeking for two lifetimes, and it was his mother's long-cherished wish. At this point, he would never back down again.

"But Master, how can we stand up to a demon ambassador?"

Shi Mei's eyes are sideways, her light brown pupils reflecting a vision of doom.

"Once upon a time there really wasn't. But now?"

Only when he said that did the panicked Beauty Seats suddenly remember that, because of the breath that had flowed from the opening of the Devil's Domain, they all had more or less recovered some of their demonic spiritual energy.

Shi Mei said, "Come back behind me and gather together to slow the annihilation of the path of martyrdom."

"And what about you, Patriarch?"

Shi Mei raised her eyes to the skeleton wielding an axe and shield in front of her and said, "I'll defeat him."

At the sound of the words, the demonic skeleton had roared and lunged.

"Patriarch beware."

Shi Mei was not impressed, he had never before received such a surge of spiritual energy, a demonic breath that ran through him, making him go on and on.

In fact, the Butterfly Bones should have been such a strong tribe themselves, but because of the betrayal of one man, they had to suffer from this unjust fate for millions of years

With hatred in his eyes and a blazing flame in his palm, he hurled himself towards the skeleton without saying a word.

The skeleton dodged and the ball of flame crashed into the magic door, a charred black mark.

"How dare a traitor do anything?"

Shi Mei said angrily, "Is it my fault what kind of blood I carry in my body, that because of the blood of the Gouchen mother, I was exiled from the earth and denied a spirit core? Because of the blood of the heir of the gods, I was denied a home. What have I done that makes me a traitor?

The skeleton simply repeated solemnly and stubbornly, "How dare the traitor do anything?"

It is like a Buddhist hymn from the mouth of a monk.

Like a golden body made of yellow clay.

Something that is clearly so ethereal and untraceable, yet so logical.

In the sky, Chu Wanning is struggling against the torrent, while in the distance, the people of the Xianxia realm have retreated almost to the meeting point of the two red dusts, where they have built the Xuanwu boundary.

Right now, Shi Mei is in a life-and-death battle with a demonic skeleton.

Each of them has their own mission and their own choices. They may have fought against each other over their interests, but at this moment they are no longer able to fight each other to the death.

The faces of the people are so similar when the penalty of fate finally comes

I may be humble. But unwilling to be tied down.

"The path of patriarchal martyrdom is nearly collapsing to its end."

"We can't hold out any longer."

Some of the younger beauty seats could not help but weep in despair at the prospect of death.

They were crying, their cries filling the gale and crowding Shi Mei's ears

It was as if his thin body had banged hard against the cold stone doors of the Tianyin Pavilion that year.

The door opened and he saw his father, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, and his mother, flesh and bone, and he heard her screaming in agony, her bloodied body scraping against the floor as she cried out at him, tearing her heart out.

"Run! Run!"

Run, get out of here.

Run away, to a place where there will be room for us after all.

With all the people who were being bullied. That was my mother's lifelong wish to sell her soul, sell her body and finally sacrifice her life.

Run.

"So where exactly have I wronged the Demons?"

It was his last question and he had no intention of waiting for an answer.

Shi Mei leapt up and dodged the heavy axe of the skeleton, then, as light as a paper kite, she sank to her knees and knelt on the skeleton's shoulders, clamping down on the spinning skull.

The road beneath their feet shook more and more, the bridges made of Zhenlong pieces were rapidly collapsing, and the corpses were falling into the endless abyss without even hearing the echoes of the landing.

Shi Mei glanced up and saw that his people were already huddled together, these people forcing out the demonic breath they had just acquired in their bodies, trying their best to slow the death of this homeward journey.

They are pure-blooded beauty seats, birds of prey returning to the nest and themselves

There is the sound of bats fluttering their wings in the abyss.

Shi Mei's palm glowed with an eerie cold light, and a thorny thorn sprang up, quenched with the sharp fury of a demon. He raised it high and aimed it at the heart of the demon's skull

Stabbing down

What exactly does a bat count as?

A bird that soars in the sky or a beast that crouches in the darkness of the night

Perhaps neither side would recognise him. His blood was dirty, and wherever he went, he could only be a traitor.

A few moments of dead silence. The devil's skeleton fell to the ground in a flash, turning into a thousand points of grey and black and vanishing into thin air. Shi Mei leapt to the ground and swept up to a high place, using his flesh and blood to temporarily support the closing relief stone door.

He turned his head towards the bewildered, still tear-stained beauty seats below and bellowed, "Why are you still standing there?"

Run!

"Run," Hua Gui's dying scream came through the clouds in Shao Guang, still tearing at the heart after twenty years, "Ah Nan, run."

With his eyes closed he could clearly see her arms torn open, the tendons in her legs and feet broken, writhing and struggling in a pool of blood, fighting for her life as she lunged forward and tugged at her husband's legs and feet, just to make way for her child.

"Run! Run! Don't look back! Don't come back!"

The man stomped down and her face shattered and blurred.

At the last moment, she said with all her might, "Run."

There was a click.

Broken larynx

Shi Mei gritted her teeth and poured her demonic breath into her body, her bones rattling, yet she still tried desperately to hold on to the door and keep the demonic realm from closing there.

He looked down, sweat seeping from his forehead, blood flowing from his lips as they were devoured. He was trembling all over, his sinews were being squeezed and his bones were being crushed. The closing of the devil's door had slowed down, but the force was half-heartedly relaxed, applying high pressure to this body of flesh and blood with such majesty and indifference.

One inch, two inches, one foot, two feet

The bruises are sticking out and the cheeks are ruddy.

But still, looking down at the surging tide of panicked people, he hissed, "Run."

Faster, faster.

I said I would let us go home. Even if my hands are full of blood and people scold me for deceiving my teacher and leaving my family. I've been through all the wrong things and I've done everything for this path.

But I am not a traitor.

The bones seem to be dislocated and crushed, yet they are still holding up that huge, huge door.

At that moment, a loud boom could be heard not far away

Shi Mei reluctantly lifted his sweaty face and peered out through the wet slit of his eyelashes. He saw Chu Wanning struck by a wave that swallowed the heavens, the wall forged by the Heavenly Questions and Nine Songs already shattered, the dam that had been so painstakingly held together by the master's fall from the sky crumbling to pieces.

He witnessed Chu Wanning being knocked into the water by a huge wave.

"Master."

The walls collapsed and the flood was unstoppable, sweeping towards the meeting point of the two worlds with the force of a broken river, flattening mountains and buildings and filling ravines and valleys. In an instant, everything sank into the wind and waves.

The world is not like yesterday.

The sea has changed.

In this instant, the pressure from the devil's gate was raised by several percent, and Shi Mei felt his bones splitting and his spiritual energy being exhausted.

He looked down at the last dozen or so people who hadn't made it over in time.

With a cry of rage, his eyes were wide open, the meridians of his neck were bursting out, and he was on his hands and knees trying to block the closing door.

"The Patriarch of China"

The beauty-seats that had crossed the border were not far away, but all gathered below to watch him, though Shi Mei could no longer see their faces, and everything was dense before his eyes.

Last eight five three

The face, distorted by pain, smiled with vengeance, blood dripping from her mouth, her teeth bright red.

What fate of heaven and earth, what demons and gods and ghosts, what blocking my way back, what ruining my previous work

It's still not enough to beat

A heart as hard as iron.

This whole body is stubborn and hard to move.

Last one

"Run"

Shi Mei laughed heartily, not to say that a mayfly cannot shake a tree, but as long as the heart is hard, an anthill can break its dike.

He did it all in the end, didn't he?

"Bang!"

The door to the magical realm closed with a bang, and there was a sudden blur of red and black, red for blood and black for the sky. The last sound this bat heard in this world was a crunching sound.

Creepy.

It's a shattering of the skull

Or the echoes of my mother's neck being trampled off as a young child

"The cries of the butterfly-bone clan were cut off from the rest of the world with the closing of the magic door.

The gates of the devil's domain were drenched in blood, and in the cracks, the shattered limbs of Hua Binan fell but immediately afterwards a terrifying wave struck, and the path of martyrdom made of billions of bones was washed away without a trace.

When the wave has passed, the magic door is gone.

Only the summit of death and life remains, plunged into the waves of the sea, the Tongtian Tower collapses, the red lotus is obliterated and the Loyalty Palace is swallowed up in a flash of tumbling bricks.

Chu Wanning choked and coughed several times, and tried to call Huaisha to come out of the sword several times, but he was unable to do so because his spiritual power had been suspended.

Another overwhelming wave hits Chu Wanning's chest with a powerful pressure of water, wrapping him in a piece of broken driftwood, and he sinks violently into the depths of the sea, frowning in agony, unable to breathe or grasp any life-saving straws.

With his white clothes flapping and his green hair scattered, he sank and sank in the water. The halo of light in front of his eyes slowly fades, he is breathless and gradually has the feeling of being out of his soul.

Xue Meng and the others should have retreated to the Xuanwu boundary.

What happens after that, do they make mistakes

And Mo Ran

Mo Ran

His eyes opened slowly, the sky was distant in the cold water, and a few tiny bubbles floated from his lips. He leaned upwards in a dazed and hollow way, probably dying of suffocation, and he was hallucinating.

He saw an inky figure diving towards him like a mermaid, close enough to see familiar eyebrows, pupils so dark they were purple, and even the thin, branched scars on his face.

It was the mark left by his unsuccessful attempt to split the body.

Chu Wanning closed his eyes suddenly, probably because he had been too cruel. So in the end, even the hallucinations before he died were tormenting him.

He said hoarsely, "I'm sorry."

The lips open and close, but there are only tiny bubbles.

Suddenly, a hand tugged at him so hard that before he could react, he fell into a firm, wide embrace. That bosom was cold, without a single speck of warmth, yet even the sea seemed to be steaming dry from the strong, wild scent of this man.

" Chu Wanning ."

He faintly heard someone calling him.

" Wangning "

In the scattered consciousness, someone took his lips, the slightly cool lips opening and closing, sending in a wisp of spiritual energy.

"Do not return, summon."

The man grabbed hold of it and the stranger carried them towards the water with the speed of light. In a flash, they emerged with a crash and Chu Wanning was soaked to the skin, shivering slightly in the cold water, his lips blue and white, bloodless, gasping for breath.

It took a few moments to catch my breath before I suddenly realised what had just happened.

He looked up unexpectedly and met, unerringly, a pair of deep, moist eyes, no longer confused and bewildered, but clear and crisp.

Mo Ran was also panting slightly, his lips sensually slightly parted and slightly moist. His black shirt was also soaking wet against his muscular chest, and he just stared down at Chu Wanning without speaking.

Who is this?

Is it a puppet or a living person

Is it Fairy Tramper, or is it Ink Master?

Chu Wanning's throat caught in a lump and he couldn't make a sound for a while. The knot in his throat twitched for a while and then he tried to speak, but at that moment a drop of salty sea water slid down his forehead and into his eyes.

He closed his eyes all at once, the ends of them red.

It was at this moment when he closed his eyes that the man embraced him in the water and his slightly cool lips pressed against his forehead.

"It is my seat that is late."

""

" The shackles of Hua Binan Shi are unlocked and no one can control this throne anymore." He kissed his forehead, his eyelashes, still panting a little from swimming so fast to save his life.

Fairy Tramper looked into Chu Wanning's eyes, which were slowly opening again, and raised her hand to rub Chu Wanning's hair for a moment before raising her eyes to the flooded earth.

His voice was low and deep as he said.

"Go. Send you back to your world."