Chapter 291: Lights Go Out and People Die

HThe scorching temperature caused his body to suffer great pain, and every cell was groaning in pain.

If it continued, he might soon become a roasted corpse.

Tuoba Feng's clone gradually became transparent, as if it would disappear at any time.

The figure became more and more illusory, and he had no strength to speak anymore.

The once powerful soul power was also gradually weakening, like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time.

I don't know how long it took, but in Shen Lang's perception, every second was so long and tormenting.

Time seemed to freeze, and every minute and every second became extremely long.

At a certain moment, the shadow that was almost transparent completely dissipated.

At that moment, it seemed as if the whole world was quiet.

Shen Lang watched Tuoba Feng's clone disappear in front of his eyes, his heart filled with grief and helplessness.

And at the moment when Tuoba Feng's clone dissipated, Shen Lang completely lost the protection of the barrier.

His body was exposed to the hot magma and the snake group, without any protection.

The scorching heat hit him instantly.

The snakes also approached him more frantically at this moment, as if they saw their prey.

Thousands of miles away.

Tuoba Feng, who was practicing in seclusion, was originally immersed in the state of practice, with a calm and focused look.

However, suddenly, her eyebrows tightened suddenly, as if she was stabbed by an invisible needle.

Then, a mouthful of blood came out of her mouth without any warning.

The blood dyed the ground in front of her red, which was shocking.

Her whole breath suddenly weakened and weakened in an instant.

It was a tremor and pain that burst out from the depths of her soul.

Tuoba Feng tried to suppress this pain as much as possible. She clenched her teeth, fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her hands were clenched tightly.

But no matter how hard she tried, she could not eliminate this pain.

The pain seemed to be deeply rooted in her soul, like a shadow.

For Tuoba Feng, losing a soul clone was no different from losing half of her life.

She could clearly feel the huge trauma brought by the disappearance of her soul clone. It was not only a weakening of her power, but also a spiritual blow.

Her face was as pale as paper, and her eyes were full of fatigue and pain.

And misfortunes never come singly. The most fatal blow to her was the disappearance of the Taoist companion line.

Tuoba Feng's heart sank, and she immediately realized the seriousness of the matter.

Shen Lang was in trouble!

It was not just Tuoba Feng who sensed this.

Almost at the same time, there was a quietness in the back hall of Lingxiao Sword Pavilion.

The elder of the sect, who was closing his eyes to rest and meditate, was originally immersed in an ethereal state.

The air around him seemed to solidify, and it was so quiet that only his slight breathing could be heard.

Suddenly, the elder heard an extremely subtle "click".

The sound seemed to come from a distant place, so weak that it was almost imperceptible.

However, for this sect elder with a high level of cultivation, this subtle sound exploded in his ears like thunder.

The elder of the sect suddenly woke up from his meditation, his brows furrowed tightly.

Just as he was about to look for the source of the sound, he suddenly saw one of the many natal lamps in the hall suddenly go out.

The lamp was originally emitting light, like a twinkling star in the dim hall.

However, at this moment it went out without any sign, as if the light was gently wiped away by an invisible hand.

Among the bright lamps in the hall, the only extinguished flame was very obvious.

Death is like the extinguishing of a lamp.

The natal soul fire went out, and another disciple in the sect died.

A heavy grief and helplessness surged in the heart of the elder of the sect.

He knew that each natal lamp represented the life of a sect disciple.

The extinguishing of the lamp meant the disappearance of life. He immediately stood up and hurried towards the extinguished lamp.

After he understood the situation of this disciple, he reported the news to the head of the sect.

"What did you say? Shen Lang's life lamp went out? How is it possible? Did you see it right?" Xing Tianzi was full of disbelief when he heard the news.

His eyes were wide open, full of shock and confusion, as if he could not accept this sudden bad news.

He couldn't believe that the dazzling and dazzling son of heaven that day could just disappear like this.

In his memory, Shen Lang was so outstanding.

He seemed like a bright star, illuminating the entire Lingxiao Sword Pavilion.

However, now he was told that his life lamp went out, and his life disappeared silently and without a trace.

Xing Tianzi's heart surged with a strong sense of grief and loss.

"Shen Lang was able to escape successfully when the Tiandao League was trying to suppress him. Later, he specially reported his safety and told everyone that he was training in the demon domain. But how long has it been? How could he be gone?"

In Xing Tianzi's view, with Shen Lang's strength and talent, it is impossible for him to stop here on the road of cultivation.

Shen Lang has always been outstanding among many disciples. He is very powerful, and his ability to use magic and respond in battle is amazing.

His talent is even more outstanding, and his speed of understanding various skills is far faster than that of ordinary people.

In the eyes of Xing Tianzi, Shen Lang has unlimited potential and possibilities.

Xing Tianzi even planned to train Shen Lang well. He imagined that in the future, he would give Shen Lang more resources and guidance so that he could go further on the road of cultivation.

He had imagined that one day, Shen Lang would become the mainstay of Lingxiao Sword Pavilion and lead the sect to a more glorious future.

He even planned in his mind to pass on the position of the head to Shen Lang, looking forward to Shen Lang's ability to shoulder this responsibility.

But now, everything has become a bubble.

Shen Lang's life lamp went out, his life disappeared, and Xing Tianzi's hopes and aspirations were shattered in an instant.

His mood was extremely heavy, and he looked at the extinguished lamp and could not speak for a long time.

The faces of the elders of the sect were full of grief, and their hearts were full of regret and sadness.

Shen Lang, that was the most talented disciple in the history of their Lingxiao Sword Pavilion.

His talent was so high that it was amazing.

From the moment he stepped into the road of cultivation, he showed extraordinary potential.

Whether it is his ability to comprehend the techniques or his speed of progress in the process of cultivation, he is far superior to other disciples.

He is also the disciple who advances the fastest in cultivation.

In a short period of time, he has grown rapidly from a newcomer to a powerful cultivator.

Moreover, Shen Lang is the disciple who is most likely to ascend in the future.

Everyone believes that as long as he is given enough time and opportunities, he will be able to successfully ascend and become the pride of Lingxiao Sword Pavilion.