Chapter 1: His amazing perseverance has no audience

The sun hangs high in the sky, spreading its light and heat impartially to the world. It does not distinguish between old and young, high or low. Great love is like ruthlessness.

As the young deer fords the stream, birds fly through the forest.

At first, all I could see was a dark red spot on the horizon, approaching in the blink of an eye.

The tail of the flames connected into a line of fire, like a god swiping a pen, cutting through the sky.

Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in Zhuang Kingdom were almost ignited by this line of fire. Suddenly, a black light shot up into the sky and blocked the road ahead.

A cold connection is established between heaven and earth, and the vitality surges. The southeast, northwest, and evil are suddenly connected!

The sky in this corner of the northeastern corner of Zhuang Country was shrouded in dark clouds.

Sunny and then dark.

A muffled groan rang in the air: "Nine Evils Xuanyin!"

The light spot only entangled with the evil cloud for a moment before falling from the sky.

The light spots fall faster and faster, and become bigger and bigger, until finally...

Howling like a falling star!

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There are few people in the countryside outside Maplewood City. There is only a small Taoist temple, which has long been dilapidated and abandoned.

"boom!"

The fire point fell to the ground, creating a huge deep pit, but it seemed to be restrained by some kind of force, and the aftermath did not expand. When the billowing smoke and dust dispersed, a man in a flame robe appeared.

This man has sword-shaped eyebrows on his temples, a handsome figure, and a red flame robe with complicated and elegant patterns, which makes him look extraordinary. It’s only now that his temples are messy and his robe has cracks, which makes him look a little embarrassed.

"I didn't expect that I, Zuo Guanglie, would die in such a remote place..." The man in flame robe turned his eyes, looked around, and asked with an inexplicable sadness: "What is the name of this place?"

The day suddenly darkened again, and the meteorite fell again. The few beggars living in the poor temple were already frightened to death, and they were kowtowing in front of the gate. When they heard the question, one of them said tremblingly: "Immortal...

...Master Immortal, this is the outskirts of Fenglin City, this Taoist temple...I...we don't know the name."

The flame-robed man moved his fingers slightly, ready to wipe away these beggars.

In today's world of great strife, countries are constantly conquering. But in recent years, no war has been as intense as the great battle between Qin and Chu. Both sides invested nearly 100,000 cultivators. In the valley and plains at the center of the battle, there was not even a blade of grass.

To survive, the ground collapsed for hundreds of miles.

As the core figure of the losing side, especially when he broke through Hangu Pass alone and almost reversed the situation of the battle, there is no need to complain about being chased from heaven to earth.

However, these beggars are also beggars of the Zhuang State. The Zhuang State dared to secretly help the Qin Dynasty and allowed it to set up an ambush in the territory... These people should all die.

But Zuo Guanglie turned his hand again and extinguished the sparks from his fingertips.

"Zuo Guanglie, Zuo Guanglie, is this what you want? To vent your anger on these poor people who no one cares about?"

Zuo Guanglie muttered and sighed, "You guys go."

He put his hands behind his back and turned his head, already looking towards the ink-stained sky. His enemies were there, those strong men hiding in the dark, approaching like a pack of wolves, were the ones Zuo Guanglie wanted to kill!

The beggars stood up and ran away as if they had received amnesty. Only the beggar who answered first hesitated for a moment, but the companion next to him pulled him to his knees: "Do you want to die?"

The beggars ran as fast as they could. They had probably never run like this for themselves in their entire lives.

Zuo Guanglie did not change his gaze, but frowned slightly, "Aren't you going to take your companions with you?"

Within the scope of his spiritual insight, there are no secrets.

The wooden statues in the Taoist temple have long since disappeared, or were burned by beggars as firewood. But there is still a weak beggar lying under the altar table, motionless, probably counting the days and waiting for death - this is the beggar from before.

Reasons for hesitation.

It is human nature not to carry any baggage when escaping. But Zuo Guanglie could not ignore it.

Those who have come out of the battlefield know the meaning of companions best. Zuo Guanglie is very aware that his body is almost exhausted, but he will never forget what brought him to where he is today.

The beggars did not dare to refuse the words of the mysterious immortal. They even ran back in a swarm.

Trying my best, panting.

But in the eyes of some people looking at this place, they are no more tenacious than an ant, nor slightly faster than a snail.

It's really... too slow!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

There was a sudden and intensive scream on the other side.

Countless translucent water arrows flew in like a swarm of locusts, gathered together by some force, and shot towards Zuo Guanglie.

The water energy is surging crazily in this world.

The translucent arrow rain was in the shape of a huge funnel, covering half of the sky!

This is a very representative Taoist technique of large-scale destruction by the Qin army, a rain of arrows.

"coming!"

Zuo Guanglie looked up at the sky. The strong wind stirred up his flame robe and long hair. He raised his right hand high. The wide sleeves of the red flame robe fell down, revealing his arms that were like jade sculptures.

White and powerful.

A red light group was born in the palm of his hand, and the next moment the light exploded. Violent strong light radiated in all directions.

Just like Zuo Guanglie, he raised a sun with one hand!

This is his original Taoist technique, and he became famous in the Yellow River Society with this technique when he was fifteen years old.

Blazing sun!

Countless translucent water arrows refracted the sunlight falling from the sky into various colors, and were dyed red the next moment.

It was an extremely violent, extremely fiery red color!

With Zuo Guanglie's right hand as the center of the circle, the sky with a radius of hundreds of feet was shrouded in red, and thousands of arrows rained down into the sky.

This scene is so magnificent that it is difficult for anyone to notice the faint ink marks on the corners of the scroll.

Before the blazing sun spread, countless arrows had already escaped and fell. The running beggars fell to the ground one after another. The corpses were densely covered with holes.

They didn't even have a chance to scream, and they were already dead.

Life is so fragile.

"Killing indiscriminately is your way?" Zuo Guanglie's lips curled up with a touch of sarcasm. He didn't know who he was talking to. But his eyes as bright as stars were gradually covered by a cold emotion.

"Whoever dares to hold back when killing Zuo Guanglie is a complete idiot." Accompanied by a cold voice, a group of monks wearing black standard robes landed on the ground, faintly sealing the four directions.

The head cultivator has a thin face and pale complexion. The mysterious robe on his body has frost patterns embroidered on the corners of the robe.

He had a pair of narrow eyes, and he stared at Zuo Guanglie with those eyes: "Is this a mere ant in your eyes?"

While he was speaking, the Xuanpao cultivators who followed him were already performing the rituals. Their movements were surprisingly consistent, as if they were carved from the same mold.

A series of eighteen translucent water snakes suddenly took shape, screaming in the air, and biting towards the left Guanglie.

From showing up to taking action, not a breath of time was wasted.

The low-level Taoist skills such as the Binding of the Snake are particularly powerful and fierce under their skillful control.

Zuo Guanglie's expression remained unchanged, he pulled his hands together, and a flaming sword took shape in his palms.

"Ram white."

He held the flaming knife in his hand, turned it several times in the air, and cut the approaching water snake into two pieces.

He no longer needs to kill a Taoist technique of this level like the Flame Knife.

"Since even the Nine Evils Xuanyin Formation has been moved here, why are you still wasting your and my lives with this boring Taoist magic?"

"Please don't get me wrong..." Gongyang Bai spread his clasped hands in front of him and suddenly raised them, "My respect!"

The bodies of the water snakes that fell to the ground not only did not melt away, but instead jumped up one after another in the next moment, cutting off their tails and regenerating their heads, and then adding half of their heads to their tails.

One divided into two, two divided into four... Under the influence of the Nine Evils Xuanyin Formation, these water snakes became more and more ferocious.

This is a brand new change of the Binding of the Snake, which has never been seen before. It can be said that it gives a new life to the Binding of the Snake, giving this Taoist technique a wider application space. It must be the result of painstaking research by the Qin State Military Department.

It is the Cave of the Troubled Water Snake.

Hiss~hiss~hiss~

The sound is heartbreaking.

Zuo Guanglie was surrounded by dense and ferocious water snakes. As far as the eye could see, it seemed as if he was trapped in an endless snake cave!

He seemed to be in dire straits.

But his voice still sounded, clear and firm.

"Yingwu is even willing to use the Nine Evils Xuanyin Formation, so I deserve to die. But this Taoist temple doesn't even have a name... How can this nameless place be qualified to bury me, Zuo Guanglie!?"

Flames suddenly burst out from his body.

Burning, with teeth and claws.
To be continued...