C540 The Sinkhole

Yee Lingsu felt grateful in his heart.

His eyes fell upon Mu Haiyang, who was standing on the altar, and he immediately cut her off. With the momentum of killing and blocking, he rushed straight towards the altar.

All the soldiers around the altar were attracted by Jiaang Yidao and the others. There were only a few people below the altar, and the Dao Attendant on the altar wouldn't stop Yee Lingsu either.

As long as he reached the edge of the altar, he would be able to get to Mu Haiyang's side smoothly.

He had just taken a few steps when a soldier appeared behind him. The soldier was right in front of him. He only saw the soldier in front of him, but did not see the soldier behind him. He only saw the soldier attacking the person in front of him.

Jiaang Yidao saw the soldier behind him raise his hand and stab into his back. He wanted to pierce through his back and go straight for his heart. He exclaimed, "Young master!!"

As the sound fell, Jiaang Yidao had already flown out and landed behind him, blocking the heart-digging blow for him. However, there were also five fingerprints on his chest, like a plum blossom with blood seeping out.

"One slash!"

"Young master, don't bother about me. Hurry up and go!" Jiaang Yidao held his chest and pushed Yee Lingsu away.

The soldiers in front of him acted as if they could not see him. They attacked again. Lingsu cut off their arms and threw them into the air. They landed behind him and stabbed their throats. Green blood splashed all over their bodies.

He slaughtered his way up to the altar. More than half of the people they brought with them were gone, but only five or six of them had fallen. No one had ever thought of this kind of combat strength.

"Ci..."

Yee Lingsu anxiously ran towards the altar.

As he shouted, Mu Haiyang seemed to feel her consciousness trembling and gradually recovering. Even the soul that was about to fly out of her body was left in her body.

Knowing this change, Songqing frowned slightly and said, "Kill him!"

He threw out two talismans and turned them into puppets like those soldiers. Then, he started fighting with Lingsu.

Only then did Lingsu understand that those soldiers were actually formed from talismans.

He didn't pay any attention to the two soldiers. As long as they came up, he wouldn't get entangled with them. He would just charge toward the altar. Now that there were only a few zhang left, Yee Lingsu shouted towards the altar, "Ci, don't you want to leave?"

Mu Haiyang could hear his voice, and her life that was about to dissipate also started to burn. The withering of her body also had some vitality.

The two souls lingered and never left.

Lingsu had already killed two soldiers and went up the stage. He shot out many hidden weapons in his hands, but none of them could penetrate the halo.

The moment he stepped onto the altar, his whole body was shot out and instantly collapsed. He held his chest and spat out blood. However, he did not stop and continued to charge forward.

Songqing furrowed his brows and looked at Yee Lingsu below the stage. He was about to cast two more talismans. However, he heard Qing Yuzhuo speak slowly, as if all his strength had been sucked away. He said, "Don't bother with him. Continue the Heavenly Offering. Only two souls are left. Leave one soul in the bottle. Give it to Cen'er after half a sixty-year cycle. "

"Yes, senior brother!"

Songqing had yet to return to the sect, so he was very respectful to Qing Yuzhuo.

The two of them wholeheartedly continued to cast spells for the Heavenly Offering, wanting to seize the only two souls left in Mu Haiyang's body.

Below the stage, Yee Lingsu was sent flying by the impact countless times. He spat out a mouthful of blood, but it still failed to break the light.

At this moment, Ho Yun'er brought a rescue team over, pulling the defeated Yi Shui Manor into the same fighting level as the soldiers and puppets.

It was all because the soldiers could not feel pain, but they would fall and die.

On this school field, a small battlefield was formed. Death was intensifying and more and more people died on this empty field. Other than this field, the people in King City were as calm as usual.

They did not understand at all that there was a war going on here. They could only see the black clouds in the sky, but they also subconsciously rushed home, not knowing what had happened.

The five fingers on Jiaang Yidao's chest had penetrated his heart. He was fighting against a soldier, but the moment he pushed the soldier away, he fell to the ground. His chest was bleeding.

In an instant, his eyes were empty, and there was no pain at all. In his mind, the scenes of Jade Faced Peach Blossom and her appeared. He switched to Mu Haiyang, Yee Lingsu... Everything he knew, everything he had experienced... And he knew he was about to die.

At this moment, it was as if his entire life was rapidly progressing, quickly entering the drill grounds at this moment...

"Saber!" Wu Ke saw him fall from the crowd and shouted at him.

At this moment, Jiaang Yidao could not hear any sounds of fighting. There were no painful wails on the drill ground. He was only in his world, in the picture in his mind.

In those beautiful memories, a smile slowly appeared on his face. At the same time, the soldier's spear stabbed into his heart.

He could no longer imagine those beautiful memories. Those memories, after a moment of ferociousness, were fixed on the drill ground.

Wu Ke walked towards the direction where he had fallen and shouted in grief, "One slash!!"

"Jiaang Yidao.!"

But Jiaang Yidao could not hear him anymore. He could not hear anyone shouting.

Wu Ke's eyes were bloodshot. His hatred was obvious. He killed the soldier under his Confucianism Fan with a raise of his hand.

He had never thought that such a person would kill someone so decisively with a single move.

The soldier's hand was still stuck on the spear that had stabbed into Jiaang Yidao's heart.

Wu Ke held Jiaang Yidao in his arms and roared towards the sky, "One slash!"

His grief might not be the most sorrowful, but at this moment, it undoubtedly rang in Mu Haiyang's heart. Her heart suddenly twitched, but she was unable to break free from this confinement, and there were tears in her eyes.

It quietly flowed down.

She knew in her mind that Jiaang Yidao was dead. Another person died because of her. She wanted to resist, but was completely suppressed by Songqing.

She could only silently cry. This trial would only end after the Heavenly Ritual. This was something that none of them knew.

She wanted to shout and let them leave! She didn't belong here. This was her own choice. No one else had to sacrifice themselves for her, but she could not shout out these words.

Yee Lingsu's heart was racing against the halo. Even at this moment, he knew that Jiaang Yidao was dead, but he wanted to save Mu Haiyang.

"Ci, wait for me, wait a little longer..." Yee Lingsu had more injuries than anyone else, so he did not care.

Although his every collision was useless, it was not the same for Mu Haiyang's only two souls. Every time he collided, Mu Haiyang recovered 10% of her consciousness, and her two souls couldn't leave her body.

Yue Niancen was also unable to undergo any changes. He remained in the state of missing two souls, but he had recovered most of his memories. With another two souls, he would be a complete person. With complete memories, he would be able to remember anything.

However, Mu Haiyang's two souls still refused to come out of her body, which made Songqing somewhat anxious.