"Senior Sister Pangang, you are actually very beautiful!"

"Senior Sister Star Shadow, I'm sorry!"

"Senior brother, I like you too!"

……

Those belated confessions, belated apologies, and belated guilt all erupted at this moment. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

When life is no longer possible, they have no fear.

The figure of the young disciple suddenly knocked her down, and she saw the sharp claws of the demon race pass through the back of the disciple's heart, and the fragments of flesh and blood stained her face, warm and sticky, hotter than her tears.

"Lian Zhen Zhenjun, can you kiss me? are you really ...... It's like my mother. This was the last sentence of the little disciple left in the world.

There was still a glint in his eyes, like the stars in the sky, so gorgeous, but also so sad.

She kissed his brow with tears in her eyes, and the hot blood and tears mixed together, becoming the last symphony of blood and tears.

"Karmic fire!"

"Heaven and earth, people, sun, moon and stars, nine from the fire, red lotus open!"

The scarlet firelight reflected the sky in the color of blood, she held a long sword in her hand, the moon-white flowing cloud shirt had turned into blood, behind her, countless demons were wiped out, and the blood paved a road of corpses and bones under her feet, her toes stepped over the white bones, and every step seemed to bloom with flowers on the other side.

Flesh and blood flew behind her, tens of millions of demons, none of them dared to approach her, she was like a tireless killing machine, every swing of the sword would raise countless blood flowers, blood dripping on her eyebrows and hair, reflecting her whole person as a demon crawling out of hell.

"Are you afraid of death?" the corners of her mouth suddenly hooked into a smile, and such a gentle smile looked even more strange and deep against the background of blood.

All the demons were subconsciously stunned, and then the next moment they saw a scene that they could never see in their lives.

The starry sky was flowing in her fingertips, the blood-colored river was constantly flowing, the boiling blood pool was constantly bubbling, and her eyes suddenly turned into a strange dark green, and the emotionless emptiness made people chill to see.

All that was left in her eyes was the desolation of the universe after the destruction, corpses strewn across the field, and everything was reduced to ashes in her eyes.

Only the girl's voice kept echoing in everyone's ears.

"Die!"

The stenking river of blood spread from under her feet, and everyone was swallowed by the river of blood, and all that remained was the boiling river of blood within a radius of a hundred miles.

Her fingertips swept across the sky, and she saw that the universe also suddenly collapsed, and countless flames fell from the collapsed universe, instantly roasting the river of blood dry.

Beneath the river of roasted blood...... All that remained were countless dry bones that had been reduced to ashes.

She had struggled with countless hardships, but never once had she let her mind be so confused.

She's not a god, she's not ascending, she's just a little primordial baby!

But what about a Yuan Baby? When she has someone in her heart who wants to protect, then Yuan Ying will also bloom with the most brilliant brilliance!

The surviving disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect looked at the woman standing in the sea of corpses, only feeling fear but kindness.

This is the Yuanying True Monarch of their Ten Thousand Swords Sect! He can fight against tens of millions of Demon Clan's Yuanying True Monarch with his own strength!

The Yuanying True Monarch who can comprehend the realm that only ascended monks can use with the cultivation of the Yuan Infant!

The thunder of the Nine Heavens fell from the sky, and the roaring thunder was deafening, but the woman in red just stood there proudly, every thunder slashed over her body, but she did not dodge or dodge, but in those dark green eyes, there was a faint flash of thunder.

The seventy-two heavenly thunders were more ferocious than the other, each with a kind of earth-destroying momentum, and the flickering thunder seemed to tear the sky apart, leaving only the world to be completely desolate.

Every ray of thunder stripped her flesh and blood from her body, and on top of her white bones, new flesh and blood quickly grew, and after seventy-two thunder rays, the woman in red had been reborn!

Blood flowed beneath her feet, corpses paved a path for her to the heavens, and above the nine heavens, multicolored light bloomed, and a stairway covered with flowers snaked all the way under her feet, and finally disappeared into the swirling clouds, leaving only a faint silhouette.

Climb the ladder to the sky! As long as you step up, you will soar to become an immortal and attain the path of immortality! That is the ultimate dream of all monks!

However, the person who was supposed to walk up the ladder to the sky only raised his head, and there was no sorrow or joy on her face, and all that remained was countless desolations.

The long sword suddenly unsheathed, and the ladder to the sky, which radiated nine colors of brilliance, was cut into two pieces under her sword, and finally completely dissipated into the sky.

There was no rainbow of light, no clouds, only a gloomy sky that was almost pressed down, only the land stained red with blood.

She walked on the bones, her voice firmly reaching everyone's ears.

"I will become an immortal, but definitely not now!"

Sooner or later, she will ascend, but definitely not now!

She will not throw away her family, her own sect, and the entire cultivation realm at this most dangerous time!

If she chooses to leave at this time, she Shen Yuheng will become a monk in vain, and she will be a person in vain!

At this time, the Ten Thousand Swords Gate was already in a mess, the mountain protection array was broken, and the once prosperous Immortal Gate was now only a blood-colored land, as well as the broken giant sword that stood quietly.

The three words of Wanjianmen have long been stained with blood, but the small lines of words are becoming clearer and clearer under the blood.

- Even if the sword is broken, I will not learn to be cowardly and give in.

"Wanjianmen, it won't just disappear!" Yao Yao Xingying wiped the tears that had crawled all over her cheeks, and the sticky blood and hot tears instantly stained her dusty palm.

"As long as there is still a sword in the world, the inheritance of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate will never be broken!" she clenched the long sword in her hand.

The surviving disciples behind her also clutched the long sword in their hands.

As long as there is still a sword in this world, the inheritance of the entire Ten Thousand Swords Gate will not be broken!

At this time, after the war, there were only seventy-two people left in the Ten Thousand Sword Sect, but even if there was only one person left, they always firmly believed that the glory belonging to the sword cultivation would not be extinguished!

They will rebuild the Ten Thousand Swords Gate on top of the corpse mountain and the sea of blood, and they will rebuild the glory of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate in the endless desolation.

They will not forget all the suffering, but they will not forget the glory of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate!

Everyone secretly made an oath in their hearts, maybe for them now, such ambitions are too illusory, but they will not give up, they will only always, always, all the time to fight for their beliefs, even if the final result is broken bones, that is not hesitation!

At that time, everyone didn't expect that it was these seventy-two people who would engrave the name of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate on the immortal monument.

Their names will always be remembered on the towering monument of heroes, even if they have endured the ruthless changes of the years, they will not be erased!

The moonlight on the horizon is getting lighter and lighter, and the day is coming. (To be continued.) )