The crowd converged into a black current, stretching from the ground to the sky, from near to far.

Chu Feng never thought that when the crowd gathered to such a point, it would look so terrifying from a distance.

No one knew how many monks there were in the ravines of Yin Mountain in the distance.

Almost all the aspiring monks of the entire Six Realms have gathered here.

Lakh?

Million?

Nobody knows.

The only thing that can be known is that the tide formed by the gathering of human hands at this moment is too terrifying, even more terrifying than the angry tsunami of the sea.

At this moment, even if an emperor who was enough to despise ordinary monks dared to stand in the way of this terrifying frenzy, he was afraid that he would be turned into a white bone in an instant.

No one can stop such a frenzy.

Even if Chu Feng's cultivation was already the limit under the rules of heaven and earth in the new era, in the face of such a frenzy, it was just a dam that was about to collapse at the touch of a button, and it could not be stopped at all.

Chu Feng silently looked at the terrifying frenzy, with some sadness in his expression.

These people will pay a terrible price, and death will be the fate of the vast majority of them, it is almost certain.

And those inhabitants of the ghost country, I am afraid that they will also pay a terrible price, their peaceful life will be disrupted, and how many people will turn into unjust souls?

It's so sad that something like this happens.

Ling Hongluo and Shen Fangsi both patted Chu Feng's shoulder lightly and did not speak.

This kind of thing has been happening since ancient times, but this time the scale is beyond imagination.

Half an hour later, there was only silence left in Yinshan.

Those who are still in Yinshan are almost only one emperor left.

The smoke and dust that enveloped the main peak of Yin Mountain in the distance finally settled, and a strange spatial rift appeared on the main peak of Yin Mountain, and the crimson spatial rift was like eyes stained red with blood, staring indifferently at the earth of the world.

The earth was silent, silent like never before.

They were all quietly waiting for a result, waiting for the time when they would enter the Yinshan Ghost Country.

However, at the same time, an undercurrent has also surged out among the emperors, and the emperors' divine thoughts began to spread in all directions without reservation, pulling the emperors hidden in the shadows into the moonlight.

If you can't see each other with the nearby Emperor, it will be too dangerous.

In the past, the emperors did not do this because they were afraid of causing unnecessary disputes before the appearance of the ghost kingdom, but now there is no need for this.

From the moment the ghost kingdom appeared, the restraint that had barely been maintained in the past few days had come to an end.

The only thing that can make the emperors of the new era temporarily give up their disputes is to dig out those emperors of the old era, so that they can share the same hatred.

Sadly, however, they didn't find any of the old emperors tonight.

All the emperors of the old times were absent from the feast tonight.

No one knows where the emperors of the old era have gone, which makes the emperors of the new era vigilant and hope that those emperors of the old times will never appear again.

What they didn't know was that at the entrances of the various spatial rifts that connected the human world with the other five realms, they had already turned into the battlefields of the Great Emperors of the Old Era at this moment.

At the entrance to a spatial rift leading from the ghost world to the human world, an old man in Tsing Yi stood silently.

The old man's green shirt was stained with old bloodstains, both his and his enemies.

The old man's gray sideburns were a little scattered, and they were stirred by the night breeze, adding a bit of desolation.

The old man was tired, and he had been holding this place for ten days.

For ten days, he was constantly facing the Emperor, even if he was a strong man in the past era, he was dragged out of internal injuries, but he didn't even have time to recuperate.

But the old man still stubbornly held on to this place, without the slightest wavering, as if in some past years, he stubbornly held on to a relic that had never been his responsibility for countless years, towering like Mount Tai.

The old man's mood was very calm, but there was a bit of sadness and tenderness in his expression.

"Meng Zhangjun, do you want to die here?" A hoarse voice was full of coldness.

The old man smiled slightly, looked at the familiar face of the old man in front of him, smiled calmly, and said, "You and I have lived long enough, and death is our proper destination. ”

"I refuse. The man was full of mockery, "I still have to live, even if the Seven Realms are destroyed, I still have to live." ”

Meng Zhangjun said bitterly: "After so many years, do you really think that you are still alive? Those people and things in the past have been gone, and we live in this world, just a remnant of the body, and there is no sense of being alive for a long time." ”

The man didn't, and all he answered was a sword light.

At the entrance to the fairy world somewhere, there stood a figure in white.

The figure in white stood very upright and straight, as if every bone in his body had been straightened, and at a glance, people would think of a dead pine in the snow.

The long silver hair of the man in white was meticulously groomed, every strand of hair was properly bound under the crown of hair, and even the robe on his body was neat, without even a trace of wrinkles.

The man was carrying a coffin behind him, a coffin that looked ordinary and simple, but that coffin had been a conversation with this man in the past for a while.

Many people have guessed his origin, the origin of the coffin, but no one has ever guessed for sure.

He had a new name, a geist, and he walked the world like a geist, and there were only a handful of people in the world who could remember his original name.

And at this moment, the person standing in front of him is one of them.

The voice of the man standing in front of the geist was full of mockery: "Aren't you dead, why did you come back from the dead?"

The wandering soul looked at the person in front of him silently, and after a long time, the words were correct and round, the pronunciation was clear, and he said without annoyance: "Your Excellency is ......"

The man was slightly stunned, and the mockery was even worse: "Don't you even know who you are, it's really sad." ”

The spirit thought for a moment before shaking his head and saying, "It doesn't matter if you know or don't know. ”

The man's expression showed a little surprise, and he looked at the wandering spirit in front of him with some consternation, and then sneered a few times, and said, "Haven't you been looking for your past in the Six Realms?"

The geist nodded and said, "It was true in the past, but ...... When I experience more and more, I have friends, lovers, joys, sorrows, and sorrows, my mind is filled with the present world, and it is no longer so important to forget what those years are. ”

"Hah, then I'll tell you your real name,......" the man smiled coldly, but before he could finish speaking, the coffin in the geist's hand had already smashed down.

"Sorry, I'm not interested. ”

Such things were playing out in various places in the passages between the human world and the other five realms, and the battles were going on, and blood stained every passage.

And on the wasteland in the north of Yinshan Mountain, under that treasure tree, a figure was projected.

"Found it. The figure shrouded in the shadow of the broad cloak leaned down, and a white hand reached out to a small tree beneath the treasure tree.

A branch stretched out abruptly in front of the white bare hand.

"Sister, what do you want to do?" the figure raised its head slightly, a few strands of white hair fell from the wide cloak, and said with a little smile, "Do you want to stop me and him?"

The treasure tree trembled, and the branches swayed.

"But you can't stop me. The crisp voice was full of joyful colors, "Don't forget what kind of mission we were born into this world. ”

The treasure tree was silent, and then suddenly, the treasure tree retracted, and a young girl stood under the tree, her small hand in front of the hand.

The girl wore a jasper-like dress, which was very elaborate in both cut and workmanship, and wore it on her body as if it should have been born in her.

The maiden wore a wreath of flowers on her head, which was woven from wicker and the lines were softly wound around her head. On the wicker, there are delicate flowers, white, yellow, red, blue, blue and purple, colorful, crowded on the wreath, intertwined and messy, but not messy.

The girl's eyebrows were very light and curved, like a shallow stream. Her eyes were large and bright, constantly shining with curiosity, as if she was full of curiosity about the world. Her nose and lips were a little smaller, and the dots on her small face were more and more delicate.

"Sister, do you really want to be my enemy?" the voice was slightly cold.

The girl nodded solemnly and said, "I have seen too many of your ancestors, they are like you, they live in ignorance, understand the love, hatred, joy and anger of the world, and then awaken, the mission of talent and their own emotions torment them repeatedly, some of them choose to end themselves, and some of them have completed their mission in remorse...... None of them ever felt happy. ”

The figure under the cloak of "......" was silent.

"Are you relaxed?" asked the girl, "you don't care about the things that have happened, those people, do you?

"It's important. The figure said stubbornly, but his voice trembled a little, "Then if you do this, you give up the mission you have been given, and this world that you have tried everything in vain to protect, is it so important?"

"It's important, it's really important. The girl smiled slightly, turned her hand and held the white little hand, "Because there are too many people and things here that I care about, and there are also people and things you care about, aren't they?"

"It's been so long since you came to this world, you should have understood love and hate, joy and sorrow. The girl sighed earnestly, as if she were very old, "You should have been able to get rid of that natural mission, and think for yourself about the meaning and value of your existence, what you want to do." ”

The image of the girl gradually became a little thin and dim, and then scattered into beautiful peach blossoms, scattered with the wind, dissipating invisible.

The white hand hung silently above the small tree, a little hesitant.