Why should I risk my life?

Seeing this, Wang Ming said smugly, "How about that? Scared now?"

"This protector, although he followed the young master back then, was only one of the weakest followers."

"However, even so, his arrival in this world allows him to suppress it without my intervention."

"When he comes, you will surely die and perish."

"No one can stop him."

At this point, seeing Qinghe uncontrollably transform into human form, he laughed loudly, "How about that? Shocking, isn't it!"

Wang Quan, riding on Qing He's back, nodded blankly: "Shocking!"

Qinghe, on all fours, nodded blankly: "That's so shocking!"

"This is the first time in my life I've ever seen a protector like this!"

Wang Ming put his hands on his hips and laughed loudly.

But as they were laughing, the laughter abruptly stopped.

Because when he laughed heartily, he also saw the projected image.

In the scene, a Taoist priest, dressed in rags and covered in wounds, walks three steps and rests for two.

He had a human head hanging from his waist, leaned on a broken spear, and swayed precariously.

Glug!

Wang Ming swallowed hard: "My protector, why are you in such a sorry state?"

"You are indeed not my protector, are you?"

"You're just a follower of my protectors, or perhaps the lowest of the low, aren't you?"

call!call!call!

The protector, panting heavily and with dazed eyes, said, "I was ordered to stop the extraterrestrial demons, but I never imagined they were so terrifying."

"I fought the Heavenly Demon for three days and three nights, and finally killed him."

"I originally intended to take the head, rest for a while, and then go find you."

"You kept urging me, and now you want me to project my magic power into a projection."

"Right now, my magical powers haven't recovered, so I'm in a rather sorry state."

"Wang Ming, you shouldn't deny my identity."

Wang Ming covered his face, his emotions complex: "I didn't mean to deny your identity."

"I just—can't stand seeing you in such a sorry state!"

The protector, leaning on his spear, took two steps, then collapsed with a thud, convulsing as he cried out, "Wang Ming, I did my best!"

"I can't make it in time."

"Keep running, run towards Qingjiang."

"The strongest protector arranged by the young master is in Qingjiang!"

Wang Ming asked anxiously, "Where are the other protectors?"

"Either you die, or you end up like me..."

Wang Ming's heart skipped a beat: "Seriously injured?"

"No, die now!"

After saying this, the protector twitched a few times, fell to the ground, and remained motionless.

After a short while, his magic power was exhausted, and the projection disappeared.

Wang Ming.......

Royal power...

Qinghe.......

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On a certain mountain, the wounded protector stretched, shattering the imprint in his consciousness, then crossed his legs and stared blankly at the blood-dripping sky.

"What exactly did Wang Ming do in this world? How did he manage to kill off these historical fragments?"

"The world is rejecting us."

"His role as a historical anchor is truly inadequate."

"You're already in such a sorry state, and you still dare to threaten me?"

"What right does a piece of trash with a shattered Dao heart, who has been dead for over thirty eras, have to be so arrogant?"

He glanced at the head beside him; it was the head of a future cultivator.

"You're good with your weapon, but unfortunately, you lack experience in life-or-death combat."

"So, you're the one who'll die."

"But don't worry, if your companions can kill Wang Ming, you can be resurrected."

"When you return to the real world, if you become an immortal one day, you will surely be able to see me again."

"At that time, I will grant you the status of a celestial soldier or general."

"We finally get a break, so let's not let that idiot Wang Ming bother us."

The cultivator hummed a little tune, watching the sky drip blood and the earth decay.

He rarely sees this kind of scene.

He didn't care whether Wang Ming would die or not.

Because he was truly severely injured by the future cultivator.

The identity of this future cultivator who possessed the body was originally that of a prodigy. Now that the restrictions have been lifted, he has unleashed his future supernatural powers.

That supernatural power prevented his wounds from healing, and even caused serious injuries to several realms of cultivators.

Rushing there now would only be suicide.

"It is no easy task for me to refine even a single thought."

"If Wang Ming dies, this historical episode will end, and my thoughts will return."

"But the young master has many historical anchors; one more or one less doesn't matter."

"I am mindful of my thoughts."

"Having one more or one less will have a huge impact on my status."

"This historical anchor belongs to the young master, not to me."

"Why should I risk my life?"

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Wang Ming was heartbroken and ran away, covering his face.

While running around, he frantically contacted other guardians.

These protectors were all arranged by the young master when he became a historical anchor.

Normally, the protectors would not appear in this historical scene. They would only appear when the young master encountered a future cultivator and activated his abilities.

The protectors are all powerful individuals who still follow the young master and are still alive in the real world.

With a thought, they unleashed even more terrifying power using the same bodies.

They are the guardians of this historical fragment.

However, to their surprise, every single one of the future cultivators who arrived this time was a prodigy among prodigies, a genius among geniuses.

Even for them, the outcome of this battle was uncertain.

Someone killed the future cultivator; someone else was killed.

The surviving guardians were also severely injured and couldn't get there in time.

The surviving future cultivators used various means to forcibly heal their injuries, preparing to annihilate the historical anchor.

Meanwhile, Wang Ming, the historical anchor, was limping and fleeing towards the Qingjiang River.

Behind him, Qinghe reverted to human form, taking Wang Quan with her, and relentlessly pursued him.

Wang Quan rode on Qing He's neck, drew his bow and shot arrows, repeatedly piercing Wang Ming's flesh and blood.

Wang Ming screamed in agony as he used increasingly limited permissions to repair his flesh and blood with the puppet butcher.

However, the effect is getting weaker and weaker.

"I am the protagonist of this world, and I will surely meet the last and most powerful protector."

"This protector vanquishes all enemies and safeguards my growth."

"And I will firmly protect this history for you, my lord."

"I am the young master's most loyal lackey!"

"I...will not die, much less be killed by some minor character in the future!"

"The fact that they still can't kill me, and that they're even sending future cultivators to kill me, is enough to prove how powerful and important I am."

"They only came after me when I was just starting out!"

"They...are afraid of me."

Win Learning Launched.

His strength increased, and he accelerated his pace.

Qinghe gasped for breath: "Wang Quan, I can't catch up anymore."

call out!

Wang Quan landed, hoisted Qing He onto his shoulder, and ran off, shouting, "Hurry up and practice your escape spells, then carry me and keep chasing!"

"Ugh!"

A quarter of an hour later, Qinghe had mastered over a hundred escape spells, accumulating some magical power. Then, she had Wang Quan ride on her neck again: "Charge!"

"kill!"

After several hours of travel, they finally saw the Qingjiang River.

Wang Ming laughed loudly, "Wang Quan, you've lost!"

"My protector is right here!"

He pointed to the riverbank.

Two sword cultivators in flowing red robes stood there.

The two sword cultivators stood back to back, motionless.

Sword marks crisscrossed all around them; a vast amount of sword energy filled the air.

A multitude of sword energies, like sprites, clattered and clanged, relentlessly slaying.

Wang Ming was delighted: "Look, two protectors."

"Royal power, what makes you think you can fight me?"

Wang Quan looked at the two swordsmen in red and realized they were a man and a woman.

The two, who should have been dressed in white, were now stained red with blood.

Their eyes were vacant, their minds blank, and there was no heartbeat or sign of life.

Both of them are dead!

They died by each other's swordsmanship.