Fellow Daoist, your script is really good.

Just as the charging Qiongqi was only half a body length away from Su Li, Marin blocked Su Li's path and threw a punch!

Marin's punch landed squarely on Qiongqi's head.

The immense force of the punch pierced through Qiongqi's body, even creating ripples in the air!

At this moment, Marin stood motionless, like a wall.

Su Li's eyes flickered.

Because the old man's figure reflected in Su Li's pupils was slowly disintegrating.

This is Marin's strongest punch ever!

This punch propelled Marin from the seventh level of martial arts to the ninth level!

But this was also Marin's last punch in his life.

Su Li opened the script system and looked at the script on Marin's head.

Su Li wanted to open it, but the moment she opened the script, cracks appeared on it like glass!

"Splash..."

In the end, the script above Marin's head was shredded as if by a paper shredder, turning into pieces of paper that floated in the air.

"General Su, I'm entrusting this to you."

Marin turned his head and gave Su Li a tired smile.

There was no regret in that smile, only relief—relief that he could die on the battlefield.

"To die on such a vast battlefield in my life, it was all worth it!"

As Marin finished speaking, he exploded into a cloud of blood mist with a "bang".

At the same time, Su Li slashed his longsword down at Qiongqi, the sword cutting through the space in front of him, leaving behind a fine mist of blood droplets.

Chapter 791 Yes, who knows? (4000 words)

Su Li swung his longsword down at the Qiongqi in front of him.

In the eyes of this Qiongqi, the long sword kept getting bigger.

Qiongqi tried to get away.

His instincts, deep within his soul, told him that he had to get away.

But it was already too late.

One sword strike and it's over!

This was the purest sword strike, as clean as the water in the icy pool of a thousand-year-old snow mountain, without the slightest impurity.

Before Su Li, the world was shattered.

It was a big "一" character.

This huge "一" character pierced the sky with a dazzling light, piercing through everything.

It spread like a wave of light towards the boundless horizon.

This single character "一" is enormous, so enormous that everything in the world seems so insignificant in front of Su Li.

The void was cleaved open by Su Li. Within the void was chaos, without light, without water, without anything, not even darkness.

You can't explain it clearly.

It seems that these things are the foundation of this world, the essence of this world!

Qiongqi separated from Su Li by the space between his eyebrows, his eyes wide open, his pupils reflecting Su Li's calm appearance.

This was the last scene he saw while he was alive.

Soon, just as a thin thread cuts through a piece of tofu, the two perfectly symmetrical sides of the Qiongqi began to separate.

There was no blood splattering, only deathly aura continuously spreading from his body.

"Splash..."

The sword energy remaining on Qiongqi's body turned into flames.

This flame quickly set Qiongqi's body ablaze, giving him the most solemn cremation!

In an instant, the Qiongqi was burned to ashes, and the ashes transformed into countless spiritual energies that drifted in the sky, leaving no trace behind.

It was as if this Qiongqi had never existed.

The cloud pillars surrounding Antenna Valley slowly dissipated, and a gust of wind blew them away like a thin mist.

ended.

Su Li defeated Qiongqi, saving the lives of hundreds of thousands of soldiers. However, Su Li also knew that Qiongqi had killed him.

This is the price to pay.

Su Li's body began to become unstable.

Su Li felt like he was a sandman made of countless grains of sand, and that before long he would turn into countless grains of sand and drift away in the air.

This will be my final end.

Su Li didn't feel much about dying again.

I've already died once.

Moreover, Su Li was actually quite fortunate, because her death would not be painful at all, just like slowly falling asleep.

But just as Su Li calmly faced his own death.

Suddenly, Su Li felt her body gradually stabilizing.

Whether it's the soul, the body, or every drop of blood within one's own body.

They are constantly stabilizing.

Like a sandman that was about to break apart, these sands come together and eventually coalesce into a rock.

Su Li turned around and saw a woman standing in front of her.

The woman was already quite old, a full two or three thousand years old.

The woman wasn't particularly beautiful; she was only slightly above average.

However, Su Li could always sense a tranquil temperament in her, a peace that transcended worldly concerns.

This kind of temperament and tranquility can only be possessed by people with extremely rich inner worlds.

This quality is gentle, like water, capable of encompassing all things.

"How did you do that...?"

This was the first question Su Li asked Hua Mei.

Hua Mei's left hand gripped Su Li's wrist.

Su Li felt everything returning to normal, her life becoming increasingly stable, but cracks appeared on the other person's cheeks, like parched earth...

At this very moment, the person who is about to turn into sand in the wind is this woman.

"It's very simple."

The woman smiled gently, just like her paintings.

“Every cultivator who reaches the fifth realm has their own trump card, and as someone who is immersed in the Dao of Painting, I am no exception.”

In your view, the world is real, and the painting is fake.

In my view, this world is fake, but the painting in my hand is real.

Truth and falsehood, reality and illusion, everything is so blurry.

The secret technique I possess is to transform your injuries into nothingness; your survival is what truly matters.

The only price is my life.

Because everything in the world is in balance.

Since I saved you, I must pay the price.

“Stop…” Su Li’s tone was calm, but it carried an undeniable authority.

"It's unstoppable. The spell has already been cast. If you, Su Li, forcibly refuse my spell, then the only result will be that we die together."

She smiled, her eyebrows arched and her eyes crinkled.

"What? You want neither of us to survive in the end, and for me to die in vain?"

Su Li: "..."

"Su Li, Sisi needs you."

The world needs you.

I can see that whether Wanfa Tianxia can defeat the Wanyao Kingdom, and whether the lower realm can bring down the so-called high and mighty Heavenly Court, only you can do it.

If lives are considered equal, then clearly, exchanging my life for yours is a gain for me.

Hua Mei grasped Su Li's wrist, slowly walked to Su Li's side, and gently raised her other hand to flick Su Li's forehead:

"Little one, keep walking carefully."

Tell Sisi that you believe in her and that whatever she wants to do, she can do it.

However, Sisi lacks such confidence.

She has always been a source of pride for her teachers.

Su Li...

Sisi, I'm begging you...

By the way, that drawing you did when you were little was actually pretty bad~

As soon as Hua Mei finished speaking, a small hand slowly lowered from between Su Li's eyebrows.

Su Li's pupils narrowed, and she reached out to grab Hua Mei's small hand.

But the moment Su Li grasped Hua Mei's small hand, Hua Mei instantly shattered, turning into sand of spiritual energy that scattered with the wind.

The specks of spiritual energy, like fireflies, drifted and danced around Su Li until they disappeared.

Su Li's thoughts drifted back twenty years, to a time when a boy of no more than ten years old knocked on a woman's door with a painting in his hand.

"Young friend, what are you doing?" A gentle and kind woman walked out of the room and smiled.

"I..." the little boy swallowed hard, "I want to sell my paintings..."

“Okay, let me see,” the woman said.

Throughout the entire ordeal, the little boy never said his name, and the woman never asked.

The little boy grew up, but he still remembered that woman who bought his painting, which gave him and his junior sister seven days' worth of food money.

When the young man, now in his thirties, saw the woman again, he didn't mention what happened back then, assuming she had forgotten.

However, that was just what the little boy thought.

......

In this great battle, Xuanxiao's army lost.

However, Su Li felt no joy in her victory.

In Antenna Valley, all the soldiers shouted Su Li's name, but Su Li felt that the shouts were so far away from him.

The sky gradually broke into dawn.

This great battle lasted only one night.

But Su Li felt as if a hundred years had passed.

Su Li gazed at the rising sun, which appeared as usual, for an unknown period of time.

Soon, Zhao Lingxue and Zhuang Mou's army arrived at Antenna Valley.

Looking at the hellish scene in Antenna Valley, Zhao Lingxue and Zhuang Mou both frowned.