Countless alien races poured in, and in the ancient battlefield, countless powerhouses of the three sects entered it to resist the alien races that came to attack.

The two sides were like huge waves colliding with each other, and each impact would splash countless droplets of blood.

Both sides had their own casualties, but no matter how they killed, those aliens didn't feel much changed, and the number was still so many. But the decrease in the number of people in the three sects is clearly visible.

The methods of those alien races were extremely cruel, and all the three strong people who were killed were eaten by their flesh and blood, and their bones were swallowed, and they could not even leave their corpses.

The three of them didn't say much, and in such a situation, they naturally joined the battlefield as quickly as possible.

Zixi's phoenix flame burned from the ancient battlefield, the wind flame burned all over the thousands of miles, the terrifying wind flame, as if it would never be extinguished, under the burning phoenix flame, I don't know how many alien races were burned into ashes.

And the Emperor's Heavenly Love Holy Sword came out, and a sword light cold nineteen continents, and the slaughter of foreign races under this sword did not know how many.

At this time, the truly top powerhouses of the alien race began to dispatch, and each of them was a powerhouse beyond the realm of the emperor god. There are even some powerhouses in the same realm as the masters of the three sects.

Jian Erqiao, Dao Changqing, and Shakya all began to attack, and the entire ancient battlefield collapsed and cracked, as if heaven and earth would be shattered in an instant.

The power of the confrontation of countless strong men is too great, but although the ancient battlefield is shaking, it is not broken in the slightest.

The alien race has been suppressed for thousands of years, and the seal is finally broken, so naturally it will not let go of such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

All the powerhouses of the alien races almost poured out, and the powerhouses of the three sects began to retreat one after another, and all the top powerhouses of the three sects were pinned, while the number of the remaining alien races with slightly lower realms was really many to a terrifying point.

Emperor Tianqing looked at the countless alien powerhouses, and asked the machine spirit: "What is this alien race, how can there be so many of them, if this continues, I'm afraid the three sects won't be able to hold the wasteland."

Once the desolate realm is broken, the inland will not be able to be saved, and the Star Luo World will come to an end. ”

The machine spirit spoke, "The reason why those aliens are so large is because they don't have the same ethics as we do. Any woman can reproduce with any man. It doesn't matter what the relationship is, it's fine. ”

As soon as he heard the words of the machine spirit, Di Tian felt a burst of nausea, what are the things, no wonder there is no humanity.

Emperor Tianqing then spoke: "If I use the Heavenly God Thunder, plus so many strong people, can I slaughter these alien races with lower realms." ”

As long as all those low-realm powerhouses that are more terrifying than the number of locusts are killed, then this battle will be won, and maybe, they can take this opportunity to slaughter all those alien races.

The machine spirit opened his mouth and said: "This is impossible, although it is said that the master's brother's Heavenly God Thunder is extremely powerful, but the power of the user is consumed too quickly. I'm afraid that before the master's brother slaughtered those aliens, he died of exhaustion first. ”

Seeing that there were more and more alien races, Emperor Tianqing got such an answer from the machine spirit again. But no matter what, the defense must not be broken.

At this time, a sword aura swept by, and the locust-like alien race was forced to retreat. I saw Zhang Xiaojing standing proudly in the sky, and the power of a knife was so terrifying.

Those aliens looked at Zhang Xiaojing with some fear, obviously those aliens also knew Zhang Xiaojing, and it didn't look like they just knew it.

Those aliens stopped and began to retreat, thinking that those aliens were going to retreat under Zhang Xiaojing's oppression.

At this moment, the sky became dark and gloomy, and countless ghost-like things descended.

Emperor Tianqing and Zixi could see at a glance that this was the ghost, they never thought that the spirit had not disappeared, but had taken refuge in a foreign race.

Emperor Tianqing opened his mouth and said, "I really didn't expect that Lingyun would take refuge in a foreign race. Damn!"

With the help of the ghosts, those alien races instantly doubled their strength. The people of the three sects are already a little struggling, and they can't stand it now. The most important thing is that these ghosts are even more difficult to deal with than those aliens.

The most important thing is that these spirits are almost immortal and immortal, which is tantamount to adding insult to injury to the current people of the three sects.

At this time, the Spirit Emperor came out of thin air and fought with Zhang Xiaojing. The Spirit Emperor actually tied with Zhang Xiaojing. The Spirit Emperor restrained Zhang Xiaojing, and the rest of the Spirit and Alien races began to attack again.

The people of the three sects really couldn't resist its edge, but in a short period of time, the people of the three sects suffered countless casualties and began to slowly retreat.

Just when everyone thought that the three sects were going to be destroyed, the wasteland and the entire Star Luo world would be occupied by aliens.

At this moment, the sun between heaven and earth was shining, and I saw three people standing in the sky with golden light, and the three of them spoke: "The gods and demons of the heavens obey the order, take my blood and body, and sacrifice it, live forever, and fall forever......

The gods and demons of the heavens obeyed the order, and sacrificed my blood and body, and lived forever and eternally, and fell ......forever."

The sound of this kind lasted for a long time, and it spread to every corner of the entire wasteland.

Everyone may not know them, but Emperor Tianqing knows that these three people are the living ancestors of Jialan Temple. The three of them have now sacrificed themselves to seal the alien race again.

It is strange to say that the cultivation of the three of them is only the Great Emperor Realm, but after three days of formation, they slowly forced those alien races back to the sealed land.

Slowly the seal was constantly strengthened, and all the aliens were resealed.

He said: "Today, the three of us re-sealed the alien race, but the seal can only last for ten years, and after ten years, the alien race will break the seal and come out. At that time, there will be no more sealing methods, and I hope to prepare for it as soon as possible. ”

After speaking, he looked at Emperor Tianqing, concluded his knowledge of the grievances between Emperor Tianqing and Jian Erqiao, and said: "When the seal is completely sealed, the wasteland and the inland will be completely separated. Ten years later, it will be merged into one place.

I can't wait for the head to be handed over to Your Majesty, so let's help Your Majesty one last time. ”

The people present were wondering, but they saw the three of them waving at the same time, and Emperor Tianqing and Zixi were sent out of the wasteland. And at the moment when the two of them left the Wasteland, the seal was completely strengthened, and the passage between the inland and the Wasteland was completely broken.

Ten years, Emperor Tianqing only has ten years, if within ten years, he can't be as strong as the realm of the second sword bridge, I'm afraid that ten years later, the moment the seal is broken, it will be his death.

And the three of them disappeared between heaven and earth. They gave their lives for heaven and earth, sacrificing themselves, in exchange for ten years of peace in the Star Luo world, I have to say that this is great.

It's not a good thing to be a person who everyone praises. There are really people who meet their expectations, and it is even more uncomfortable.

I know that it is pure hypocrisy, vicious hypocrisy, and arrogant self-satisfaction, but I continue to comply with everyone's expectations, which really makes me want to vomit.

I don't know who asked me to stop sacrificing myself. What kind of nonsense is that? What is the real self-sacrifice in order to meet everyone's expectations, in order not to hurt anyone?

Without hope for the future, the spirit of self-sacrifice and mutual support cannot be cultivated.

If today is all we have, we will desperately seize some of it.

We will be floating in a sea of nothingness, and any small piece of shipwreck will be clung to by us as if it were a tree of life.

On the other hand, if all good things are ahead of us and have not yet come, we will be willing to share everything we have with others, with our eyes in front of what we already have.

The mutual help of the members of the Downer Migration Corps when they had hope and their mutual suspicion when they lost hope reflect the spirit of solidarity and the need for hope to back it up.

As soon as hope is lost, the crowd is divided, and everyone desperately tries to take care of their own interests.

If there is only common suffering and no common hope, there can be neither unity nor shared suffering. When the Hebrews were enslaved in Egypt, life was very difficult, but they quarreled with each other all day long.

Self-sacrifice is really an incurable abyss, but fortunately there is this opportunity...... The ups and downs eventually return to dust, the story ends prematurely, and is completed prematurely, no one reads and is forgotten in the dust, leaving only a very few people who can remember forever.

Reminiscing, remembering, and finally, smiling slightly. Those laughter, those tears, those pains, those helplessness, those confusions, those reluctances, finally relieved, including the illusion called "life".

It has been said that silence is our worst enemy. Chatting is extreme self-sacrifice, even the greatest dedication within human power, and without the slightest reciprocation.

Finally, one day I realized that in this era of group supremacy, the so-called survival value of the individual does not exist at all. As long as they are in the group, any individual can be forced or unforced to sacrifice himself, like garbage, in order to reach a peaceful consensus of the hypocritical group.

No one wants to be sacrificed

I know it's just my ugly self-satisfaction of being arbitrary, but I still can't stand this one-sided oppression.

Sure enough, I still don't understand anything.

And at this moment, Emperor Tianqing, who was standing outside the Xuanqi Land, was holding Zixi's hand, and sometimes, he really didn't know whether to be happy or to be happy.

If Emperor Tianqing didn't let go of the three of them at that time, then today, I'm afraid that the desolate realm would be shattered, and the Star Luo World would also be shattered. And Emperor Tianqing and Zixi are afraid that they will have to die in the wasteland.

Everything seems to have its own fixed number in the dark. It seems that the old saying is still right, you have to be forgiving and forgiving, and you can see each other in the future by leaving a line for doing things.

The avenue is fifty, Tianyan is forty-nine, and one of them is gone, and the heavenly way is ruthless to leave a glimmer of life for the common people, not to mention people?

Emperor Tianqing opened his mouth and said: "Let's go, Xi'er, let's go home first, in the three years that you have been away, a lot of changes have taken place in the mainland." ”

Zixi nodded, and the two headed towards the Great Qin Dynasty.

And at this time, in the desolate realm, Jian Erqiao had a black face, and now that the desolate realm and the inland were completely cut off, even he couldn't break the seal. In this way, it is really going to make Emperor Tianqing live for ten more years.