But Gongyang Bai just shut up as soon as he said this. He didn't even have time to finish his words. At the next moment, he picked up Zuo Guanglie's head, turned around and ran away.

Because the man in white has turned his attention to him.

His hair, his eyebrows, his eyes, and even the corners of his lips were as sharp as swords. But his eyes were so bland that they were almost lukewarm.

But there is a chilling indifference in this warmth.

Whether it is a genius inherited from hundreds of ancient temple families, or a bloodline of countless famous families in the world.

No one dared to ask why, no one dared to say one more word.

There were only silhouettes of people running away hastily.

…

Zuo Guanglie died, but the Zhurong fire in his body did not dissipate and was still slowly expanding.

This power is beyond the control of Zuo Guanglie, who is exhausted. He is just an introduction and a medium. With his genius and determination, the great power of Zhu Rong's true body can be vented in this world for a moment.

The man in white shook out a black token and stared silently.

The black token was silent for a long time before a domineering voice sounded, "Liang Qing."

As soon as he finished speaking, the token made of extraordinary material seemed to be unable to withstand the sound. It instantly shattered into countless black flakes, slipped through Li Yi's fingers, and fell rustlingly.

It wasn't until all the Taoists left and the tokens in their hands shattered that Li Yi tilted his head slightly and looked at the expanding Zhurong Fire Seed.

He stretched out a long, thin, white hand, with his fingers folded into a pocket shape.

It was only at this moment, when no one could notice, that he showed a trace of childlike innocence amidst his usual meekness and indifference.

He shouted softly: "Bang!"

When the five fingers are opened, it happens to be the time for the Zhurong seed to explode.

An invisible force restrained the explosion, preventing it from spreading. It only exploded Zuo Guanglie's body into countless pieces of flesh.

The red flames bloomed in the small world, shining brightly in an instant and splendidly in one place.

This ultimate beauty can only be appreciated by him alone.

The corners of Li Yi's mouth raised slightly, but it only subsided for a moment.

The fireworks are over.

He didn't even look at what was left behind Zuo Guanglie's body, and he didn't even show any nostalgia for it. He jumped away in the blink of an eye with his sword.

…

From the beginning to the end, no one paid any attention to the nameless battle outside the Poguan.

For a strong cultivator, it is difficult to care about the weak Zhuang country. For the three thousand miles of Zhuang country, Maplewood City is as small as dust. And even for the small Maplewood City itself, this place in the countryside is as small as dust.

Chupo Guan has long been forgotten.

But there are not no people in this dilapidated Taoist temple.

That was a beggar who was dying and just waiting for death.

He was ready to die and was waiting, but he was not dead yet and "heard" this wonderful battle from beginning to end.

When the battle is over, everything becomes quiet.

He is still alive.

He may be lucky, but the word lucky is so inconsistent with him. His ragged clothes, thin and sick face, and even his almost free breathing all illustrate the definition of misfortune.

But he is still alive after all.

He thought for a while, tried his best to turn over, and rolled out from under the altar table.

He gritted his teeth and used all his strength to stand up unsteadily.

He stood up after all.

There are a total of one hundred and thirty-seven steps from the altar table to the outside of the Taoist temple.

It took a total of 324 steps from the entrance of the Taoist temple to Zuo Guanglie's body.

The beggar silently counted his steps and kept telling himself that he was almost there.

Soon.

Every muscle in the body was protesting and trembling.

No one knows where he got the strength to move forward.

His amazing perseverance has no audience.

Now he stood in front of Zuo Guanglie's body, and the journey had finally come to an end - if that pile of minced meat could still be called a corpse.

He slowly, slowly squatted down. Squatting was too strenuous, so he simply sat down.

He was really very ill. From the stains that made his face unrecognizable, you could still see the pale white color of his weakness.

His hands were even shaking.

Trembling, he groped and groped through the pile of minced meat.

Minced meat, minced meat, bone stubble, broken metal, shredded meat, finger bones, half a piece of unrecognizable wood...

A bottle!

After opening the mass of unrecognizable flesh and blood, I found this half-shaped jade bottle!

The mouth of the bottle was completely blown away, leaving only half of the bottle's belly.

The beggar suppressed his slightly heavy breathing and brought the jade bottle in front of him.

He carefully removed the piece of meat that was blocking the bottle and looked at the bottom of the bottle.

He saw the only thing left in the bottle, a black and round pill, and his breathing stopped.
Chapter completed!