Elder Bai Daozi was nailed to the wall, spitting blood.
"Elder!"
Several of us cried out.
We couldn't even break free to check on him.
However, after Elder Bai Daozi stopped breathing, a surge of soul energy erupted from his body.
Under the Heavenly Eye, Elder Bai Daozi's soul detached from his body, still holding his Sword Soul.
At this moment, his face was deathly pale, his gaze sharp:
"We are born to guard the Dao, and have no regrets even in death. Even if our bodies perish and our souls scatter, we will not hesitate. Kill!"
With that, Elder Bai Daozi's ghost once again raised his sword and charged at the horde of evil spirits.
Seeing this, we felt an indescribable emotion.
But it also made our resolve stronger.
We no longer felt so much sorrow for Elder Bai Daozi's physical death.
However, the subsequent soul dispersion of Mao Tu, Xu Gou, Chou Niu, Zi Shu, and Shen Hou plunged me into extreme grief.
Without them on the journey to Wudang Mountain, I would have been a corpse.
Facing the Tibetan evil Buddha toad spirit at the bottom of the old river, I would have had difficulty escaping unscathed without their assistance.
And in the bottomless pit, without their help, I would not have been able to kill that demonic Daoist Miao Nanzi.
To me, they were not just helpers, but life-savers, and brothers bound by life and death.
But now, Sister Mao Tu, Brother Xu Gou, Sister Chou Niu, Brother Zi Shu, and Sister Shen Hou had all fallen, filling me with immense sorrow and fury.
Yet, opposite us, Luo Sen, the Black Demon Right Emissary, mocked them.
"A bunch of demon souls dare to resist the might of my demonic sect, mere beast souls, what a joke."
"Demonic Daoist, shut your foul mouth."
I shouted, raising my sword and continuing to charge at Luo Sen, the Black Demon Right Emissary.
Since I was going to die, I would drag him down with me.
I still had one last resort on me, the Four Spirits Curse, the Chimei Wangliang Rope, which I had not yet used.
This incantation was very powerful, and once unleashed, it was something that demonic Daoist absolutely could not resist.
However, its flaws were also extremely obvious.
It had range limitations, was specific, and its casting conditions were harsh, requiring blood as a guide, with extremely strong backlash.
The one time it was used outside Wudang Mountain instantly depleted the oil I had accumulated over several years.
Now, if I used it, it would mean I would fight to the death within its range.
It was a one-time, targeted, life-or-death strike.
I held my peach wood sword and charged fiercely towards that demonic Daoist, needing to close the distance with him.
As long as I entered its attack range, I would drag him down with me.
"Heh heh, losing your temper! Kid, what can you do to me?
I have over a thousand ghost slaves and hundreds of corpse monsters, do you still want to rush up and perish with me?
What a joke! Hahahaha..."
Luo Sen, the Black Demon Right Emissary, kept laughing.
In his eyes, we were all just struggling lambs.
I didn't answer, only continued to hack.
The casting range of the Four Spirits Curse only required ten meters.
Currently, I was about twenty meters away from that demonic Daoist.
I only needed to advance ten meters.
I charged alone into the enemy formation.
The Blood Elixir kept my spiritual energy abundant, and I fought with utter abandon. I received countless wounds and bled profusely, yet I felt no pain.
Step by step, I fought my way forward.
Twenty meters, nineteen meters, eighteen meters...
Only ten meters remained, but every step forward required a great price.
Every step required cutting down the attacking evil spirits and corpse monsters.
"Qin Ze, you're too far forward."
Xia Qiu Xi shouted, hoping I would retreat.
But old Mo beside me, seeing me recklessly charging towards Luo Sen, the Black Demon Right Emissary, constantly closing the distance, his expression subtly changed, realizing my intention.
He did not stop me, but instead smiled.
At the same time, he turned his head and spoke to Xia Qiu Xi on the side:
"Qiu Xi, we will all die here.
But old Qin has already chosen his path, let him complete it!
Even if we die, we will be the most brilliant."
After speaking, old Mo also grabbed his shirt.
With a "ripping" sound, he tore off his shirt, revealing a body of muscular flesh, as well as numerous shocking scars and incessantly bleeding wounds.
This action alone made Qiu Xi tremble all over.
At this moment, she also understood the reason.
Outside Wudang Mountain, at the entrance of Li Village.
Old Mo and I had used an extremely terrifying move.
The Chimei Wangliang Rope.
Thinking of this, Qiu Xi exclaimed in astonishment:
"You, you're going to, to use it now?"
Old Mo cleaved an evil spirit with his axe, a determined smile on his face:
"I didn't want to use it, because Xiao Yao is still waiting for me.
But now, I see old Qin's back.
I know it's time to write our Dao."
With that said! He roared in my direction:
"Old Qin, I'm coming to help you!"
As he finished speaking, his whole body trembled.
Instantly, arcs of electricity crackled all over him. He raised his great axe and charged towards my direction.
Wherever he passed, the sound of electrical explosions echoed.
"Crackling" arcs of electricity leaped outwards.
At the same time, Huang Jie's scattered bean soldiers had already suffered heavy casualties.
Wu Ke Hang was severely wounded and collapsed, coughing up blood incessantly.
Xia Qiu Xi, with her Jiugong Step movement technique, could only barely parry, teetering on the brink of death.
Above our heads, in addition to Bai Daozi's eight souls, hundreds of ghosts led by the Blood Battle Red Clad Ghost could only barely hold their ground.
"Heaven and Earth are limitless, Qiankun is without law, Destroy!"
With a "boom," another explosion sounded.
The Sword Qi of the Destruction Seal descended, cleaving a path.
Dozens of evil spirits and corpse monsters were killed or injured.
I moved forward rapidly, closing the distance with Luo Sen, the Black Demon Right Emissary.
Fifteen meters, already very close to the casting range.
However, eight Yellow-Clothed level fierce ghosts and one King-level corpse monster stood before me.
Even taking one more step became extremely difficult.
But at this moment, old Mo, accompanied by a streak of electricity, leaped in front of me:
"Old Qin, I know what you're going to do! How can we, the Twin Exorcists, be without me."
Hearing this, I smiled at him:
"Good brother, it's worth it, even if we die."
Old Mo spat, splitting a small corpse monster with his axe:
"These last few meters, let me clear the way for you."
With that said, old Mo directly hurled his axe.
With a "howl," a scream echoed as the axe struck the forehead of a corpse monster, killing it instantly.
And old Mo, at this moment, clapped his hands together.
He directly activated the Four Spirits Curse.
A small black circle instantly appeared on old Mo's chest.
Inside it, the four characters "Chimei Wangliang" appeared.
Old Mo intended to use the Chimei Wangliang Rope to clear the last five meters for me.
And then I would, once again, use the Four Spirits Curse, the Chimei Wangliang Rope, to kill Luo Sen, the Black Demon Right Emissary.
We had spent years together, our coordination was already flawless.
Old Mo understood my actions, and I knew his intentions.
I didn't waste any words, just nodded firmly at him.
Raising my peach wood sword, I guarded him around old Mo.
And that Luo Sen, squinting his eyes, was still smiling:
"Not bad, not bad, you're almost at this emissary's front.
You two keep up the good work, this emissary will wait for you both, hahahaha..."
I looked at him, my gaze filled with murderous intent.
He would pay the price for his words.