All these dervishes foresaw what was coming, but nothing changed in any of them.

They didn't dodge or fight against this Dao, there was no time buffer, and Helan Heiyun, Wu Guzhi, and the Northern Wei Emperor couldn't interfere in their battle with the Western Patrol King.

In fact, it was only a very short time for the aura on this Western Patrol King to shake to the point of brazen attack, and before that, they didn't perceive the existence of this strong man at all.

The three of them didn't have time, so they could only look at the place in silence.

Whether it was Helan Heiyun or Wu Guzhi or the Northern Wei Emperor, they all vaguely knew the result of this blow in their hearts.

A skull flew up.

The heads of the ascetics who were still alive flew up.

However, to their heart's shock, the sound of these dervishes' heads was still ringing while their heads were flying!

After their heads flew up, the air was filled with the sound of chanting, and finally in the sky, a huge Sanskrit sound sounded again!

This should be the strongest sound of their lives, this Sanskrit sound surpassed all the Sanskrit sounds they had made before, as if the whole heaven and earth were resonating in harmony, and it was only at this time that their disappeared true essence and lost life force seemed to burst out completely.

No one could make out the specific scale of this Sanskrit sound.

All the gods and quasi-gods screamed out in shock.

The power that destroyed and distorted their perception disappeared, and the entire sky seemed to boil, countless killing intents rolled down, and many invisible flames appeared between the heavens and the earth.

Even the Purgatory Gods related to the exercises and true fire would be extremely afraid of this flame.

This kind of flame is between the tangible and the invisible, just like the karmic fire that can penetrate the true essence and divine soul of the person in the legend.

In the midst of these exclamations, there was no joy in the Western Patrol King, who had killed all these ascetics with a single blow.

He knew it was still fake.

These ascetic monks who have been practicing in the cave for I don't know how many years they have cultivated to the end of their lives should even use the means of self-detonation to bloom all their power in anyone's subconscious.

However, everything is fake.

These people are only deceiving and distorting their perception until they die.

It's so fucking ridiculous!

At this time, there were countless voices scolding in his heart.

These people are like liars through and through.

This ridiculous feeling and the incomparably complicated emotions in his heart even made him feel that the appearance and death of these old monks were not very real.

He even questioned the authenticity of these people for a moment.

Did these people really spend their lives in Mobei?

Did these people really exist on the battlefield?

But he also knew that the life and death of these people were extremely real, and even if those fallen flesh and blood bodies dried up, they were still alive before an instant.

Everything is like a dream.

Everything is fake.

There is no such thing as the Divine Consciousness Divine General in the Shadow Dynasty, and then kill the other party after breaking off the six senses of the Absolute Fang.

These ascetics, however, have achieved what they have set out.

His stupid companions wasted their true essence even more violently at this time, pouring their precious true essence into their bodies like a toxin in order to deal with the killing machine that actually didn't exist.

He couldn't even get angry.

These people are like fools who have no cultivation, and as long as the enemy kills them, they die.

His body trembled violently, and he was sure that in the next moment, those god generals and quasi-god generals would realize that they were real fools.

His hands trembled.

He lifted his trembling hands and looked at the backs of his own.

He saw the red glow on the backs of his hands.

These ascetics used their true essence and life, and the only thing that remained in this world was these imprints of vitality that he could not understand for a while.

There was no pain or itching on the backs of his left and right hands, even the true yuan and qi and blood flowed past, and there was nothing abnormal in his perception, but in his sight, the redness on the back of his hand gradually made his skin appear two red spots like birthmarks, and the two red spots were like two red lotus flowers that were somewhat dry.

On this battlefield, all the Northern Wei soldiers who were not cultivators, and even many low-level cultivators, they couldn't see what was going on at all.

They just saw these dervishes die, but those cultivators who seemed to be extremely powerful were like volcanoes being detonated one by one.

......

There is an essential difference between the true power and the false power, when the true element erupts out, pulling the heaven and earth vitality to meet the attack, but it hits the air, all these god generals and quasi-god generals will also really react to what is happening.

The worst situation is none other than the inheritor of the Divine General, the woman who was originally severely injured under the blow of Helan Black Cloud.

She was already close to the end of the crossbow, and at this time, she forcibly forced out the true yuan in her body, but it was like a punch that was finally smashed desperately, but it was completely empty.

Her opponent at this time didn't exist at all.

A large amount of True Yuan was lost and the original wounds on her body were constantly bleeding at this time, and her entire body seemed to be empty.

These monks at this time, plus the previous Helan black clouds... She felt that the world was so abnormal, that these people were really crazy.

"What kind of monsters are you!"

"What kind of madmen the hell you are!"

She finally couldn't take it anymore and sat down on the ground and screamed.

There was blood running down her face, and uncontrollable tears rolling down her eyes.

She was emotionally broken at this time, and she was really going crazy.

......

The figure of the Western Patrol King moved.

As his figure disappeared in place, an extremely pure vitality fell on the back of the Broken Consciousness God General who was about to go crazy, and then quickly penetrated into it, protecting her heart.

The Western Patrol wanted to leave directly, but was forcibly left behind by these ascetics.

He couldn't hide in the human world, and since he had been dragged into such a quagmire, he had to save as many companions as he could to fight with him, and win the battle as much as he could.

"The two of them can communicate with each other, so you two don't attack the two of them at all, you are responsible for killing the woman of the Light Holy Sect, those two, I will try to drag them down with the rest. ”

At the same time, his voice with a chilling killing intent came into the ears of the Purgatory God General and the Heavenly God General, "There is no True Yuan to waste on you, and there is no room for you to be timid, I guarantee that the two of them will not have any True Yuan power that can fall on you." ”

The faces of the Purgatory God General and the Heavenly God General were extremely ugly, but they understood his words and knew that the two people he said were Helan Heiyun and the Northern Wei Emperor.

The body of the Western Patrol King appeared at the side of the Annihilation General.

His face was even more ugly than that of the Purgatory God General and the others.

He was originally the most sober of all these people, and the one who did not despise human power the least.

At this time, he felt that he really understood why the Youdi Dynasty was so powerful back then, and why the Youdi and the Patrol Kings and Divine Generals who left them to inherit were so powerful, but they were defeated by the rebels and the world.

The will even transcends life and death.

Sometimes, you can really be above pure power.

And the Emperor of the Ghost only believes in power.