The Sword Immortal Pavilion was in chaos in an instant, and the eight major sects ran around, running to the way down the mountain, Lu Yao turned around, and the demon flame could not be found in the crowd, she was suddenly anxious, grabbed a junior brother and asked: "Have you seen Changsheng?"

The little junior brother said urgently: "Run, senior sister, who cares where he is now, let's go." With that, he dragged Lu Yao and ran.

"Changsheng, senior brother Changsheng" Lu Yao shouted anxiously, and the disciples who came down the mountain rushed out and rushed down the mountain.

The whole Tianlun Mountain began to tremble, the birds within a radius of ten miles flew away in fright, and the people under the mountain heard the movement and walked out of their homes one after another, looking at the top of Tianlun Mountain in the night fire, no one knew what was happening.

In the Sword Immortal Pavilion, the second master ordered the disciples to evacuate, and in the Hall of Enlightenment, the third master wiped the body of the unwarranted, the copper basin under his feet was stained red with blood, and he sorted out his clothes and hat for the unwarranted, he sat next to the corpse and carefully wiped the sword in his hand.

Outside the door, Han Jiangxue rushed in, saw the third master in the main hall, his eyes fell on Mo Xuyou, his handsome face turned pale in an instant, he ran over quickly, came to Mo Xuyou, looked at Mo Xuyou's quiet and serene face in disbelief, trembled and stretched out his hand, his fingers fell on the back of his cold and stiff hand, his eyes instantly reddened, and tears fell.

"Master" cried, he clenched his cold hand, tears pouring down.

Why, why

The third master looked at him calmly and said, "With the beacon fire, get out of here, the demon extermination rift is about to collapse, and the entire Tianlun Mountain will be swallowed, let's go, go as far as you can." ”

Han Jiangxue cried in pain, her eyes were scarlet, and she asked angrily: "Where are those who are worshiped as gods, where are those gods who rule over the living beings in the world, where are the ancestors that we think we are proud of, where are the heroic righteousness that we think are the Tao?"

Collapse, everything will fall apart.

What is cracking is not the Demon Elimination Rift, but the faith and spirit that the Sword Immortal Pavilion has adhered to for thousands of years from generation to generation, and it will collapse overnight.

In the face of disaster, human beings seem too small, so small that they pin their hopes of life on the heavenly immortals, and they are so small that they face life and death, like the battle of trapped beasts.

The third master closed his eyes in pain, gritted his teeth, and could not answer, nor could he answer.

Outside the door, the second master walked in, his snow-white robe was twisted by the wind, and when he came to Han Jiangxue, he said in a low voice: "This place is about to collapse, Jiang Xue, take the rest of the junior disciples, leave here, go to the east, don't look back, don't come back." ”

Han Jiangxue's eyes were red, she gritted her teeth with tears, stood up, and asked, "Aren't the two uncles leaving?"

The second master walked over, stood behind the third master, and said: "There must be someone to fight to the end, we have been in this Sword Immortal Pavilion since we were born, it is born, we are born, it is dead, we keep each other with our lives, this is our fate, and it is also the way we stick to." ”

Outside the window, the night wind was rolling, the earth in the back mountain trembled even more, the whole Tianlun Mountain made a deafening mountain sound, the molten slurry in the cracks began to leak out, the mountains and forests began to burn, and the billowing smoke went straight to the sky.

In the wind, the snow fell heavier and heavier, the wind ripped the windows and clanged, Han Jiangxue knelt down heavily, kowtowed heavily to the two masters, turned around and went to the front of Mo You, bowed three times and bowed nine times, and stood up.

(Markor Literature-)