Murong Heng returned here under this circumstance, the puppet shell was taken off before entering the city, the green clothes were sassy, and when he walked to the door of the main hall, the figure had already fallen into the hall, and before the guards could report, an elder beckoned him in.

"Why are you late?"

Elder Hong questioned directly, and he didn't mean to hide it at all, but at this point, many things were more straightforward, and what they thought in their hearts, what they said in their mouths, without any scruples, seemed to be more in line with the way of leisure.

Murong Heng bowed his hand, and after he gave the salute, Elder Zhong's expression on his face softened slightly, Being able to salute proves that he is not yet surrendering to the enemy, this simplest judgment seems arrogant and inconsiderate, but for these people, it is enough to judge, and there should be another hidden meaning.

"This trip is in a hurry, there are always many things that have not been seen clearly, so I deliberately stayed for one or two, inviting the luck of the sky, although I am helpless against the black fog, but I have changed it to a soul array, which can deal with the 'bridge' of the alien race, if the connection between the two worlds can be broken, it is that the black fog is even worse, and the impact will be difficult to cross the void and reach our world, so that the human race can be saved. ”

On the surface, it seems that the invasion of the alien race caused the great crisis of the human race, and it had to build a void battlefield to defend the enemy from the outside, but inside, it is still the black fog that caused the collapse of the world to be too urgent, who knows if it will come directly to this side of the world along the "bridge", forcing the human race to have nowhere to live.

"Oh, the Soul Gathering Array, and your evil formation?"

Elder Hong frowned, rather displeased.

Elder Zhong laughed: "At this time, it doesn't matter if it's evil or not, it's good if it works, how does this soul gathering array work, quickly speaking, if it is feasible, it will be arranged." ”

The sect of the Sword Sect pressed his temperament, listened to Murong Heng's introduction to the Soul Gathering Array, and then asked: "I have heard that the Soul Refining Array has better effect, this Soul Refining Array can converge the souls of other races, but what is the use of it?"

"If it is feasible, can't my human race allow the alien race to survive? ”

After fighting for thousands of years, even if there are enemies of the human race on the battlefield, there are still many new people who have not touched the battlefield, if they do not distinguish between them, they should be killed, which is indeed a bit of an obstacle for the Dao Heart.

The number of Dayan is fifty, and there are nine out of forty. Why should there be a faint one? The Heavenly Dao still retains a glimmer of vitality, if they go too far, they are afraid that they will not be able to find that glimmer of vitality in the future.

The reincarnation of cause and effect is nothing better than that.

Since he is an immortal cultivator, he is familiar with this set of arguments, and he agrees with it, and the people's desire is like this, hearing this, even Elder Hong is impressed by Murong Heng, and he never expected that this person's heart is actually right.

It's really the evil spirit in those means that makes people look sideways, compared to the soul refining array, the soul refining array is really too domineering, and it is not tolerated at all.

In the main hall, not only Elder Hong nodded slightly, but several other elders also seemed to have a look of approval, this kind of heart is what an immortal cultivator should have.

Seeing the attitude of several elders, the sect of the Sword Sect who asked that sentence couldn't help but slap himself in the mouth, and the look of chagrin appeared, and he retracted for a moment, he questioned it appropriately, and clearly suspected Murong Heng's intention to collect those alien souls, but after hearing what the other party said, he made a judgment from above, and he was actually a villain in vain and helped the other party ascend to the sky.

This battle in the heart did not fall into the trace, on the surface, the Sword Sect Sect followed the praise, and even attracted a few young people around to praise together, the hall was harmonious, and it had been agreed to see the effect of the Soul Gathering Array first, if it was feasible, even if they young people could not go deeper, those elders would not restrain themselves and let the juniors end.

"The battlefield is thousands of years, the void is difficult to cross, if the soul gathering array is feasible and clears the universe in one fell swoop, we don't mind going down in person and competing with the juniors. ”

Elder Zhong took the lead in expressing his position, and the other elders also chimed in.

Murong Heng heard the words of "juniors", and suddenly realized that this was not only talking about the proud sons of heaven on the side of the human race, but also about those with low divine power on the other side, these elders, who are in high positions, what they see and think are completely different from them, and the battle situation of life and death is also a junior competition between them, saying that it is not enough to train soldiers on the battlefield, but the meaning of the game world is two.

If it weren't for the fact that there was still Black Fog persecution in the world where the alien race lived every year, they wouldn't have taken this matter very seriously.

On the other hand, if they can regard all the other races as juniors, the hearts of these elders have obviously been raised to another level, which is no longer beyond the reach of mortals.

Murong Heng didn't know how high the cultivation of the elders was, but among the immortal cultivation worlds he had passed, this was already the highest level, and he himself had transformed into a god, and several elders would inevitably go up to a few levels of realm, so that-

[Immortal cultivators cultivate to the end, I'm afraid they can't simply be called human races. 】

Every time you are promoted to a realm, it will bring a layer of refinement to yourself, and after the layers are progressive, those that belong to mortals seem to be washed away, not only related to the seven emotions and six desires, but also some others, such as why it is difficult for high-level immortal cultivators to have descendants, it may be that the relevant abilities have been lost, or the improvement of the level has been difficult to be allowed to pass on to future generations.

[As far as I'm concerned, it makes no difference. 】

The system's answer seemed to be a little indifferent, obviously, the human race in the Great World level, even if it was an immortal cultivator, was still this kind of power, and in its eyes, it was also equivalent to a mortal.

The Soul Gathering Array can stand the test very well, Murong Heng's experience in multiple worlds has accumulated into the merits of this world, and with the approval of Elder Zhong, several elders have arranged the task of arranging the formation, and directly made a super large array, including all the alien races gathered together.

The alien race does not know the formation, even if they also learn from the human race, but these things are not something that can be seen with a few glances, and without noticing, the formation is launched, without any accidents, and they all fall down.

The scene was quite spectacular, Murong Heng and Chen Ziming stood on the flying boat to watch, a small formation was arranged on the flying boat, driven by spirit stones, which could isolate the evil qi outside, but the wind was like fog, and the vision was always a little unclear.

"That's the end of it?"

Chen Ziming looked dazed, looking down, his eyes didn't roll, as if he didn't know what was going on.

There are no traces of vigorous fighting methods, no blood of the long sword, no human corpse has become the mouth of the alien race, and there is no cruel and cruel color of the alien race, in the silence, all the alien races fell, and the crooked body was silent.

"yes, that's the end of it. ”

Murong Heng's words were a little emotional, this was simpler than he imagined, it was something he couldn't have imagined when he first came here, but the key was not these alien races, but whether the "bridge" of connection after the alien race was destroyed because of this.

"It's broken!"

"It's broken!"

"It's broken!"

There seemed to be some roaring sound between heaven and earth, coming from afar, one by one, and everyone who heard it was shouting this, and the voice was full of joy.

Murong Heng looked at it from afar, his eyesight couldn't reach that far, as if he knew what he was thinking, a water curtain took the sky as the curtain, releasing the scene ahead, the almost flesh-colored "bridge" was broken, as if it was dissolving, without the shackles of the "bridge", the world that was forced to dock next to the void battlefield gradually disappeared, the rules of the two worlds were different, it was difficult to meet, I don't know how the alien race found this place at the beginning, but now that the connection is broken, it will naturally return to their respective tracks.

The world gradually faded away, and the appearance was able to be seen more clearly, not a cohesive circle, there were some uneven bumps in many places, like sarcoma at the root of a tree, a little ugly, and the colors on it, including the black of the black fog, added to this ugly feeling.

As it gradually moved away, Murong Heng's heart also relaxed a little, as if the dark clouds above his head had finally moved away some distance.

The void is shaken, and thousands of years of war have maintained a relative equilibrium, and when one side is completely broken, the balance is also shattered.

"All disciples, hurry back to the city!

The picture disappeared, a voice went straight into the sky, everyone was startled by this loud voice, and quickly returned to their positions, the magic circle of communication continued to flicker with spiritual light, and one news after another came, with the destruction of the alien race, the void battlefield could not be maintained, and the extinction was in the blink of an eye.

Before that, they must complete the transfer of the remaining combat readiness resources, and return to the world in batches quickly, otherwise the Void Battlefield will be shattered, the Humane Array will be shattered, and the people who are still on the Void Battlefield will be thrown into the Void because of this, and it will be difficult to turn back.

In this regard, Elder Zhong and the others had already made arrangements, and they had already set up teleportation arrays for return in each of the twenty-two cities, and they only needed to rush to the nearby main city within the established time.

After recovering from the emptiness of the sudden victory, the cities were busy again, and everyone packed up their things to prepare for the return, and the order of return was according to the ranking of the major sects, and the disciples at the bottom of the ranking could only wait behind, no matter how much merit there was.

In the Void Battlefield, most of the sect disciples were wearing sect clothes, and watching the well-dressed sect disciples take the lead in stepping onto the teleportation array with joy, and those disciples who had lost their sect who stayed and waited next to them suddenly became depressed in their hearts.

The evil qi follows the wind, and a gust of wind passes, and I don't know how much evil qi enters the heart, and it is hidden secretly.

Chen Ziming and Murong Heng also waited aside, looking at those returning disciples in an orderly manner, Chen Ziming's face was completely unhappy, what if he went back? His sect still doesn't know if it is there, will he re-establish it when he goes back? Which one will give him land and resources?

The mountains and rivers have masters, and the aura has been divided, so what reason does he have to encroach on other people's possessions, then, what kind of cultivation will he take in the future? Without resources, what is the difference between going back to the Void Battlefield?

has embarked on the path of immortals, where will he return to the joy of marrying a wife and having children?

“... ... Senior brother..."

Murong Heng turned around and wanted to say something, his sect was no longer there, the ranking was still after Chen Ziming, Chen Ziming would return first, and he-

"Huh?"

Chen Ziming turned his head, a trace of evil black light crossed his eyes, and his smile was gentle, as if there was no change.

Murong Heng shook his head lightly, he had forgotten what he was going to say, and there was no need to say it again, [In this world, there should be a demonic way. 】

The heavenly demons are invisible, the demons in the heart are invisible, and the Tao is also very Tao, secretly making up for the number of days.

Murong Heng looked at Chen Ziming standing in the teleportation array, nodded at himself, a smile, he also nodded, thoughtful, he heard Chen Ziming say all kinds of things in this world of cultivating immortals, he had never heard of the Demon Dao, let alone the Evil Dao, and those who took the evil path would have a ruined future if they built a foundation, such as them, they could be cut down at will, and there was no need to mention it again.

The absence of the Demon Dao itself makes Murong Heng, who is accustomed to yin and yang, good and evil, puzzled, is it possible that people's hearts are good and good deeds in the world? Now, turning back and thinking about all the causes and effects, the appearance of the alien race is strange, and there are many unaesthetic, and now that the soul has been collected, it is reincarnation, what can it be?

The evil spirit is hidden, the reincarnation of a foreign race, and the disciples who have nothing to gain return to their hometowns, the countryside is still the same, the old people are gone, and there may be a lot of blood debts, recorded in the sect where the disciples of the big faction who once fought side by side are located.

If a trace of inner demon is born and indestructible, it is the genus of the demon path.

[Did I do it wrong, or did I do it right?]

The plot has indeed changed, at least his own ending, he can probably not die now, if he wants, continue to cultivate for a hundred and eighty years, see if he can soar, and where he can fly, it's a cliché process.

However, thinking about what happened, it seemed that he was being pushed step by step, and when he came to the step of the advent of the Demon Dao, Murong Heng suddenly felt a chill all over his body, all the decisions were made by himself, but now that he looked at it, it was like someone else had done it, and he was a little confused.

[What's right and what's wrong?] You're asking the wrong question. 】

The sound of the system is not high, but it is sobering.

Murong Heng stopped thinking in time and exhaled deeply, the evil qi here is too powerful, but he shouldn't have thought about this, whether it is right or wrong, there is one of him, one less of him, there will not be much difference, he is not the center of the world, why bother with whether the fate of other people is related to himself.

Looking.

"This place is too dangerous!"

Murong Heng felt that if he stayed for a long time, he might not be able to distinguish what he really thought, the harm of evil qi could be as violent as a swift wind, or it could moisten things silently, even if he was always vigilant, it was inevitable that he would have been tricked and did not know.

Seeing that he was about to enter the teleportation array, Murong Heng stretched out his finger, grabbed the timeline, traced back to the source, in an instant, tens of millions of years, when the picture exploded, he also bleed from his mouth and nose, missing a glance, and finally was helped by someone to walk into the formation, he was already the last group of people, looking back with one eye, outside the light curtain, the void was shattered, pieces of it were flying, and the twenty-two cities that were once turned into powder, like a dream bubble.

Terrans—

Sighing leisurely, unbearable to look back.

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