As Sun Bihua's voice echoed among the mountains and rivers, all the disciples of the Donglin Sect couldn't help but raise their heads and look at the three figures that swept towards the sky.

From the three of them, they felt an aura of inheritance and resonance like blood.

Tears flowed endlessly.

The mountain gate was full of calls, "Ancestor!"

Among the three of them, the second-generation ancestor who was like a fourteen or fifteen-year-old demonic boy glanced at the fourth-generation ancestor in the sky with some emotion, and his eyes were extremely complicated.

Turning around, a punch was delivered.

There was no flow of spiritual power, but like a ship oars stirring the surface of a lake, the entire space was stirred up like a current, forming a huge whirlpool that was constantly rushing, exuding an indescribable suction power.

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the second-generation ancestor, and he said with a murderous intention, "The little insects of the Blood Luo Sect, it seems that they should have directly destroyed the door back then!"

With a gentle push, the spatial vortex rushed out, like a black hole, instantly engulfing the red light ejected from the Blood Ancestor's eyeballs.

Mud cattle into the sea.

The Blood Demon Ancestor's head was about to explode, "This...... What kind of person is this!"

Gao Lu stood up from the dragon chair suddenly, his face distorted and hideous, "How can there be three Dao Yun!"

The so-called Dao Yun refers to the powerful monks who have reached the Great Perfection of the Yuanying Realm within a clan and a clan, and even touched a trace of the threshold of channeling, but have never been able to break through the Dao, before the time comes, they connect with the land of the sect, suppress the soul and body with secret methods, and fall into an endless sleep.

At the cost of losing reincarnation, in exchange for a chance to make a move for the sect.

High in the sky, everyone looked at these three ancestors of the Donglin Sect who had dedicated themselves with trembling hearts, as Dao Yun, with both fear and indescribable respect.

As the second-generation ancestor waved his hand to cut off the treasure of the Blood Luo Sect, the seventh-generation ancestor on the left side also spat out his mouth, spewing out a giant eagle entwined by the wind, setting off a storm that tore through the space, and instantly swallowed the crows that fell like rain in the sky into his stomach.

In the end, an edict was issued at the beginning, enshrined Zhao Shenbi as the ninth generation ancestor of a sect, hugged Zhao Xiuyun in the air, and went straight to Zhao Shenbi.

He stood in front of Zhao Shenbi and looked at Li Yujue, Shi Kun and others with a blank face, his expression was full of relief and joy.

A long sword slowly emerged from his hand.

After he finally looked at Zhao Shenbi, who was still unconscious, he laughed lightly, "It's good that I have you in the East Lin Sect." ”

A white sword light that pierced the void shot into the sky, blocking the attack that poured down like a torrential rain.

The heavenly soldiers can no longer hurt Zhao Shenbi.

After the Nine Generations Ancestor shattered the thousand-foot mountain revealed by the Great Seal of the Mountains and Rivers with a sword, his body gradually became illusory.

But he didn't pause.

His sword was extremely fast, and the slash intensified.

The three ancestors of the Yuan clan, the Ma clan, and the Lu clan watched as the treasures of their own clan collapsed inch by inch and turned into nothingness.

The blood in the mouths of the three of them spurted wildly, and they fell into the realm more than once, and hundreds of years of cultivation passed like rushing waves.

Even Yuan Ying trembled and was unstable, almost bursting directly and returning to the Jindan realm.

In the distance, the blood-colored eyeballs burst open, and after a terrible scream, the Red Ghost Ancestor died and disappeared.

The talisman that exuded a strong forbidden power like a curtain, and the huge pen that constantly outlined the pitch-black crow, as if they had been cut off by the waist, turned into two in an instant.

It was swept away by a violent storm, completely dissipated between heaven and earth, and turned into nothing.

After the three ancestors did all this, they stood on the top of the east Linzong Mountain, their bodies were as majestic as a mountain, and they were also like the war spirits guarding the sect.

The three of them took one last look at the place that had left them with countless memories and joys and sorrows, and their figures gradually became illusory.

There is reluctance, attachment, relief, and blessing.

The second-generation ancestor laughed, "I am in the east of the sect, in the past, there were the first generations of ancestors who did not retreat, and after that, there were four generations of children who did not descend, and now there are more than 10,000 monks from the sect, fighting to the death with the Tao!

Then, it completely dissipated into the sky, as if it had never appeared, as if it had never appeared.

The world is like a send, and there is no return.

That piece of Yuanying powerful battle group, even if three ancestors were born, three people were severely damaged, one person was killed, and several treasures that destroyed the world were destroyed, it was still showing a trend of inadequacy at this moment.

Among the land immortals, people have finally begun to fall.

First of all, Gao Tian, the ancestor of the Gao clan who was like the god of fire descended into the world, took the lead in sweeping out the big array, and killed Zhao Shenbi's crotch, after being shot through the heart by the palace master of the Yin Moon Palace, a beautiful woman in palace clothes with a cold expression, and then penetrated into the sea of knowledge by the powerful ghosts of the Yin Luo Sect, and completely fell into this world.

Then there is the newly promoted earth immortal monk of the Donglin Sect, Tian Zhengqing.

That pot-bellied, short-tempered old man who had fought for Zhao Shenbi in the Hall of Elders, and was about to start a war with the Blood Luo Sect if he didn't agree with him.

In order to protect the three high-grade human tattoo masters, who were already covered in blood, they were swept by the black light of the Shattered Sun Ship, and they immediately turned into flying ashes, leaving no bones.

He has just stepped into the realm of Jindan, and he should have a long life and time to feel the magnificent scenery of mountains and rivers.

Between heaven and earth, the sunset completely sank into the West Mountain, leaving only corpses and scattered spiritual weapons all over the mountain, full of tragedy and sorrow.

However, even at this time, whether it was high in the sky, or between the earth, or the war group under Gao Yu's command, no one showed the slightest retreat and remorse.

It's just a generous death.

That's all.

Before the start of the war, Zhao Shenbi, Gao Yu, and more than ten Yuanying Jindan Immortals had a secret conversation.

After weighing the weight of several Gao clan ancestors, they once asked worriedly: "If you really try your best, but you still lose in the end, what should you do?"

No one spoke, only Zhao Shenbi stood up, and his voice was unprecedentedly firm.

"Until the last moment, we will never know if we will really fail, even if every time we try, every time we fight, we will be wiped out by greater setbacks, but we can't give up the pursuit of the one hundred and first one, the chance of final victory just because we have failed a hundred times before. ”

"Although sometimes this is the case, even if we try our best and exhaust everything, we will inevitably fall short in the end, and there is no hope in sight. ”

"But the point is, you know it, and you still do it. ”

There is no answer, and the body with the courage to fight and die without falling down is the best answer.

On the ground, surrounded by group cultivators, even if there were dreams to resist desperately, but it was still a group of people who had gradually bottomed out with the long-term battle, and their physical and spiritual strength had gradually bottomed out, and at this moment, their heartstrings suddenly trembled, and they looked at the figure sitting cross-legged behind them.

Zhao Shenbi slowly opened his eyes, and the golden light in his eyes was overflowing, like a demon slaying King Kong.

He stood up, looked at the people beside him, looked at the top of the mountain, looked at the distant canopy, and roared: "The ancestors of the Donglin Sect, the predecessors, the grass and trees living here since ancient times, the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, those heaven and earth souls who have fallen here, today Zhao Shenbi, the Taoist son of the Donglin Sect, is here, I implore you to help me!"

There was no response.

Gao Lu sneered, and after confirming that Donglinzong no longer had any backhand, he finally drove his own expedition, left the high sky, and stormed towards Zhao Shenbi, "You Donglinzong, you have exhausted your means, since this is the case, accept your fate." ”

However, in the next moment, the sky trembled, and a majestic luck that the human body could not bear gushed out from among the clouds, from the rain, from the earth, from the cracks in the stones, from every grass and river, from every animal and creature.

Zhao Shenbi opened his arms, let the luck pour into his body, and his whole body cultivation soared wildly, temporarily entering the Yuanying realm, and still rising.

However, his body, which was already in the pure Vajra realm, was also poured out by this terrifying luck, constantly collapsing and disintegrating, flowing golden blood all over the ground.

In the distance, Mengjue suddenly turned his head and said in shock: "The way of all beings!"

I cross all beings, and all living beings cross me.

Zhao Shenbi gently stroked the scarred green feather, turned it into the size of a palm and put it in his sleeve, and after solemnly bowing to the beings in this heaven and earth, his body flew directly into the sky.

Every move is full of violent power.

On the horizon, several primordial infant breaths were approaching rapidly.

"Tianmen is here to help!"

"Hehuan Sect is here to help!"

"Ghost Creek Stream, I'm here to help!"

"The incident happened suddenly, and I just learned that the old man Wang Shi was late, and I ask for forgiveness from Donglin Sect. ”

After Zhao Xiuyun glanced at each other, he laughed loudly, and the old tears were all over the place.

Heaven and earth are all working together.

Farther in the air in the north, Shuiyue Mountain, Luming Villa, Tianshui Tower, a total of more than 20 Jindan monks with a strong breath, under the leadership of the three ancestors, took a majestic and huge immortal ferry, and came through the sky.

At the same time, the war spread and swept through Hanzhou in the North Continent and Zhongzhou in Middle Earth, and together with the Yuanzhou battlefield here, it spread to the entire continent.

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