After all, it is still difficult to let go, and it is impossible to forget.

The seventeen people who appeared behind the Ghost Gate, not far from the people of the Nineteen Continents, stood there in the air, holding sharp swords, looking ahead, full of high spirits!

How many people have glimpsed a little indescribable familiarity from the demeanor of this moment?

On the nineteen continents, there are only two sects famous for their swords!

One is Kunwu, the other is Yashan!

Looking at the temperament and uniforms of these seventeen people, they have nothing to do with Kunwu in any case......

The monks of Kunwu were already looking at each other, and the other side of the cliff mountain was in an instant commotion, talking to each other, as if they were all talking about the origin of the seventeen monks who had suddenly appeared.

Only a monk who knew the inside story fell silent for a moment.

That oppressive, dead silence!

As early as when I saw that I was out of the Extreme Domain Liberation Heaven Creation Array, and returned to Yashan through the Tomorrow Star Sea, the piles and piles encountered in the Extreme Domain Ding Dispute back then were all told to the elders in the door in detail, and later there was a Tomorrow Star Sea Discussion, this lot of urgent news, Of course, it can't be hidden from the rest of the Nineteen Continents.

Otherwise, if you encounter it and there is no way to deal with it, disaster is imminent.

It can be said that when they heard about the matter of Zhong Lanling in the Extreme Domain from the place of sorrow, these powerful people on the Nineteen Continents were already secretly worried, and they were really going to encounter it, how should they face it?

They have been cultivating for hundreds of thousands of years!

But even though they had imagined the situation in their minds hundreds of times in their minds about what they were encountering at this moment, when these puppets who seemed to be no different from living people appeared in front of them, they were uncontrollable grief and anger!

This is tantamount to asking them to slash their old companions!

Seeing that I was standing on the top of that wasteland, looking at the seventeen figures standing fluttering in the heights from afar, and only echoing the old days in the midst of hell fighting, Zhong Lanling, who was holding the piano, was confused......

And the horrific scene she saw on her back then.

At this moment, she didn't dare to open her eyes and look at the seventeen people!

However, she is already powerful at the moment, why should she open her heart again?

The eye is completely transparent!

In the eyes of others, those seventeen people were brilliant and charming, but in the eyes of the powerful monks, they were all monsters pieced together from pieces of pieces!

The eyes are one and the nose is the same, the neck is one and the shoulders are another, the palms are the same, and the legs are another......

Some are from the youth, some are from the elderly;

Some are from men, some are from women!

But faintly, there seems to be a strange force, like clay, gluing these pieces together, making "them" look like a living normal person, and even the expression on their faces is so vivid!

Compared with Zhong Lanling back then, "they" are more perfect.

Even from such a long distance, I could clearly feel the powerful beating in their chests......

It's hearty!

It has its own mind and consciousness!

She seemed to be able to hear the sad songs of every part of "their" body, as if she could hear the most desperate roars that echoed in the years......

And yet all this!

All hidden under this seemingly perfect body and calm face!

Hatred, disgust, anger, sorrow......

All kinds of emotions suddenly surged up and intertwined, and she felt that her stomach was cramping for a while.

She couldn't take a step, and even the sword in her hand seemed to be unsteady.

Under the surging offensive of the Nineteen Continents, the Extreme Domain Ghost Cultivator, who had lost the power of the formation without Yan Jun to suppress the formation, was almost defeated.

Yan Jun has run away, where can they bear it?

After a while, those who scattered and fled had already retreated behind the Ghost Gate, and those who dared to fight were wiped out!

On this wasteland in front of the Ghost Gate, there are countless traces of devastation, leaving only the seventeen "monks" to confront nearly ten thousand cultivators in the nineteen continents!

"The ...... of Sin"

Seeing this situation, the three masters of Zen Buddhism in the rear could not help but recall the injustice created by Buddhism back then, and they had closed their eyes for a while, and could not bear to look at it again.

But most of the monks still didn't understand what was going on.

They only keenly sensed something unusual from the incomprehensible expressions and incomprehensible silences of the elders of their respective divisions, and slowly quieted down.

In the Yashan monk formation, there was also a sudden silence.

Others don't know, can the few disciples under the seat of the Fudao Mountain People still not know?

Kou Qianzhi, Shen Qi, Bai Yin, and Chen Weishan all clenched the swords in their hands at this moment, but they could look around, where were the enemies they wanted to kill?

The seventeen people in the high place are clearly old people!

Even if there is no face of the old man, it is full of the breath of the old man!

They have drawn their swords thousands of times to the injustice, injustice, and innocence of the world, but at this moment, with the long sword in hand, they can't pull out an inch!

Jiang He, the eighth junior brother at the bottom of the list, also had a kind of confusion on his slightly chubby face.

His gaze slowly turned, but finally fell on the person in front of him.

Fudao mountain people.

The usual rough and unkempt figure always seems to be the same, but nothing in the past can make him tremble.

Because he is the road of Yashan!

He is the highest-ranking monk in Yashan, the person with the highest status in Yashan, and the law enforcement elder of the Nineteen Continents Central Region!

But today, the thin figure is clearly trembling!

Holding the nine-knotted bamboo tightly, the back of the hand is already full of muscles and bones!

There were green tendons on his forehead throbbing, as if something in his chest had burst open, and he was about to be swept into the unknown and turbulent undercurrent......

As early as when I heard Chou mention this, I should have known that there would be this scene in front of me.

But why......

The emotions that have passed eleven years are still resurrected, making people fall into uncontrollable hatred and unwise anger?

The Fudao mountain people tried their best to control their emotions that were not in control at the moment.

Hengxu Zhenren had already heard the sigh of "sin" coming from behind, and there was an instant move on his face, but he was the first of Kunwu, and he was the leader of the righteous path!

It's the chaos of the world, and he shouldn't be in chaos!

His eyes were slightly closed, and all the unstable emotions under his eyes were forcibly covered and suppressed.

He knew that this battle had been won, and all that remained was to sweep away this insignificant "tail"!

When I opened my eyes again, my face was full of coldness!

Hengxu Zhenren calmly and firmly ordered: "Zhao Zhuo, Yue He, Wu Duan! Go, quickly destroy these seventeen demons and evil monsters!"

Zhuo Ran Sword Zhao Zhuo, Jiangliu Sword Yue River, White Bone Dragon Sword Wu Duan!

The three of them didn't expect Hengxu Zhenren to give this order, and the three of them were all people who knew the inside story, and they were stunned for a moment, and then they understood Hengxu Zhenren's intentions.

These monsters are no longer Yashan monks!

Now the Yashan cultivators, especially the people of Fudao Mountain, see the breath of the old man appear at first glance, but they are afraid that they will be unbearable, and they may not be willing to do it, even so, it is better for Kun Wu to be this wicked person, kill these seventeen "people", and completely end this battle!

But no one expected that just as the three of them were about to kill, a furious shout exploded directly on this devastated wasteland!

Nearly 10,000 monks in the Nineteen Continents heard it clearly!

It's the voice of the Fudo mountain people!

"Get out of my !!"

"Fudao!"

Hengxu Zhenren didn't expect that the people of Fudao Mountain would speak out to stop him, and he didn't suppress it for a while, but he was also really angry and shouted at him!

"The overall situation comes first, don't be rash!"

"You also get out of the way!"

In response to the real person, it was a louder but hoarser shout, and when the Fudao mountain man turned his eyes, his eyes were already red!

His thin body trembled and did not listen, and his chest rose and fell even more.

One sentence out, almost every word crying blood!

"The old soul of my Yashan, I have my Yashan people to kill!"

At this moment, the tears in his eyes rolled down.

A ray of heaven trembled and screamed in her hands!

She could only use all her strength to hold it, and she also clenched her sudden surging and cathartic murderous intent!

How can it be?

What can it be?!

Even if you know that most of the living people are pieced together from the souls of the former cliff mountain gates, those people in the past are really gone......

It's just one ugly phantom after another.

You should use the coldest and hardest heart to raise the sharpest sword in your hand, and cut down all the enemies who stand in your way, so that "them" will be wiped out, and the smooth road to the sky will be paved under your feet!

But whose heart is made of iron and stone?

It beats hot in the chest, so that the sad emotion and blood spread all over the body, to every corner of the soul, to uncover the deepest old scar in the heart of the heart, so that everything is cruel and bloody!

In the midst of the soldiers, under all the cliff gates, when she raised the sword in her hand, she felt that the great irony and pathos had submerged her whole person and suffocated her!

Ten thousand sword lights fell in an instant!

At this moment, I didn't keep up.

She took a slow step back......

I didn't look at how the sword light fell, nor did I see how the seventeen "people" who were puppets holding swords but couldn't move were overwhelmed and destroyed by this endless familiar sword light, and I didn't see what kind of expressions they had on Yashan Mountain......

It's like in a dream.

Seeing sorrow, he turned around and swayed his steps.

The sword is in hand, and the crowd is surging!

One after another, familiar and unfamiliar, faces passed in front of her eyes and past her, but she didn't seem to hear any sound, only walked towards the other end of the wasteland that was sparkling white by the sword light in the brilliant light of the ten thousand sword lights behind her......

Against the crowd.

On this day, it was the nineteenth day of the resumption of the Yin and Yang Realm War, and nearly 10,000 monks from the Nineteen Continents abandoned their prejudices and finally worked together to capture the Ghost Gate Pass, which was the gateway to the seventy-two cities in the Extreme Domain, and won the crucial first victory.

Countless monks, the stars are shining!

Many people's tricks and resourcefulness have left a strong mark in the history of the Nineteen Continents, and the names of people such as Jianchou, Qu Zhengfeng, Xie Buchen and others have been passed down for a long time in later generations.

As if it was a big win without a doubt.

But at this moment, I was worried, but I was only thinking about one question in my confused heart: what is losing and what is ......

Win again?

Did they really get a big victory?