Chapter 337 I can't die, they're still waiting for me!

Upon hearing this, Luo Gucheng nodded, his voice deep and resonant.

"Soon."

"The call from that place is growing stronger and stronger; I can't suppress it for much longer."

He looked at his hands.

There was a mysterious law flowing in my palm.

Both old men remained silent.

They all understood what Luo Gucheng meant.

Luo Gucheng was making preparations in advance.

Xiang Meng stayed on Buzhou Mountain, protected by these old guys.

Although strong.

But he is not mature enough.

Luo Gucheng wanted to use this crisis in the southwest region to train Xiang Meng.

This will test whether he has the ability to support the entire human race.

Flowers grown in a greenhouse cannot withstand the fierce storms of the demon race.

The old man in the gray robe gave a bitter smile.

"We old folks are useless after all."

"Occupying a position without using it will only lead to stagnation in one's cultivation."

"We can only place all these heavy burdens on you young people."

As he spoke, the old man shook his head, his back hunched.

They are both saints, yet they cannot shoulder the heavy responsibility and can only place the burden of the entire human race on the shoulders of some young people, which is not easy for them either.

Especially that battle.

The human and demon races are evenly matched, six against six.

The six of them suffered a crushing defeat.

This made them realize even more the current strength and prosperity of the demon race, and they were terrified that a single misstep would drag the entire human race into eternal damnation.

Luo Gucheng stepped forward and patted the two old men on the shoulder.

"You two are too kind."

"If it weren't for you guarding this place, the human race would have been in chaos long ago."

"You will need to continue to watch over Buzhou Mountain."

……

At the same time.

Xiang Meng had already flown out of the area of ​​Buzhou Mountain.

He was burning with rage, and he flew incredibly fast.

I need to hurry to the southwest region to kill a few demon kings to vent my anger.

Old Luo told him not to get involved in the main battle.

Go and bring back a few geniuses.

He agreed verbally, but he didn't really mean it.

When he arrived at the destination and encountered demons killing people, he simply swung his axe at them, and who could stop him?

If the Demon Saint dares to come out.

At worst, we'll just have a fight.

In his entire life, Xiang Meng has never been afraid of fighting.

The worst that can happen is that I get beaten to death.

I'm afraid of yarn.

Warriors from the Western Regions have never lacked courage and fighting spirit.

I was just thinking about it.

Xiang Meng suddenly had a thought.

A faint, yet incredibly tenacious aura emanated from below.

He suddenly stopped and hung in mid-air.

Look down.

This is the heart of the Taklamakan Desert.

Yellow sand flew everywhere.

The environment was extremely harsh.

Even more critically, this area is now within the range of the sage's oppressive aura emanating from Mount Buzhou.

Normally, not even a bird can fly over here.

But now.

In the vast expanse of yellow sand, a figure was seen struggling to move forward.

Xiang Meng squinted and looked closely.

He was a young man.

His entire body was soaked in blood.

You can't even tell the original color of the clothes anymore.

Xiang Meng could even clearly hear the "crack" sound of the bones breaking in that person's body.

"This kid's got a death wish."

Xiang Meng raised an eyebrow.

He could see through the young man's cultivation level at a glance.

Five-Star Martial Emperor.

This person's cultivation level is quite high; they would be considered a local overlord.

But in the face of the sage's oppressive aura at Mount Buzhou, it was nothing at all.

To be able to get this far.

It's simply a miracle.

Xiang Meng crossed his arms and, instead of leaving, began to observe with great interest.

Because he found the young man to be a bit strange.

The wounds on his body had just reopened.

An extremely powerful life force will surge forth from within the body.

The broken bones were reattached.

They forcibly stitched up the torn flesh.

"This healing ability is quite impressive."

Xiang Meng muttered to himself,

"The recovery speed is so fast, it's like an unkillable cockroach."

But he soon discovered the problem.

This supernatural power is powerful, but it consumes a great deal of true energy.

The young man's true energy was almost depleted.

The repair speed has also started to slow down.

However, the sage's aura continued to intensify.

The rate of destruction far exceeds the rate of repair.

This kid won't last much longer.

Xiang Meng shook his head.

Prepare to turn and leave.

Every day, countless people want to climb Mount Buzhou to ask the sage for favors, and one more dying on the way is no different.

He doesn't have the time to meddle in other people's business.

But just as he turned around, he suddenly sensed something was wrong.

The energy emanating from the young man's internal energy cultivation technique felt somewhat familiar.

He turned his head back.

He stared intently at Lu Chuan below.

He closed his eyes and carefully sensed the faint fluctuation of true essence.

"This aura..."

Xiang suddenly opened his eyes.

"It's a bit like Old Luo's sword-forging and soul-nurturing technique."

He had known Luo Gucheng for so many years and was extremely familiar with Luo Gucheng's spiritual aura.

That sharp yet resilient aura is absolutely unmistakable.

But you can tell the difference if you look closely.

I also felt there were some differences.

The aura emanating from this young man was even more profound and domineering than the Sword Forging and Soul Nourishing Technique.

It even carries a sinister air of disregarding even the most powerful figures.

That's strange.

Xiang Meng scratched his head.

"How could Lao Luo's martial arts techniques end up in an outsider's possession?"

"Could it be Old Luo's illegitimate son who was raised away?"

An absurd idea popped into his head.

I immediately became interested.

He was no longer in a hurry to go to the southwest.

He just hung there, wide open in mid-air, watching with great interest the bloodied man struggling below.

He would like to see.

How long can this kid hold out?

If things really can't hold on any longer, he'll step in and try to salvage the situation.

Take it back and ask Lao Luo what exactly happened.

.........

below.

On the sandy ground.

Lu Chuan has reached his limit.

He felt his consciousness gradually slipping away.

The scene before my eyes became blurry.

Only the pitch-black Buzhou Mountain still exudes a cold, oppressive aura at the edge of the horizon.

too heavy.

The oppressive force pressing down on me.

It's no longer as simple as just tens of thousands of kilograms.

That is a suppression that acts directly on the depths of the soul.

With each step he took, his legs trembled violently.

The sound of bones breaking had become a continuous chorus.

The repair effect of the immortal body is getting worse and worse, and the true essence in the body is almost completely exhausted.

Even the meridians began to show signs of drying out and shrinking.

"Am I going to die here?"

Lu Chuan muttered to himself.

Extremely unwilling.

He traversed mountains for tens of thousands of miles, risking his life to reach the Western Regions.

It was all to invite a sage to come out of seclusion.

Now, without even seeing the face of the sage, he's about to die outside the door.

What's the big deal?

next moment.

Familiar faces from the South City suddenly flashed through my mind.

Liu Fuyao.

Lei Qianjue.

Zhao Lei.

Nalan Jie.

Su Ling'er.

Liu Ruyan.

There are also hundreds of millions of ordinary people who may be suffering under the demon race's sword.

"No."

Lu Chuan suddenly bit the tip of his tongue.

The intense pain instantly cleared his dazed mind.

"I can't die."

"They're still waiting for me."

"They are still waiting for news from the Martial Emperor of Nancheng."

……