As soon as these words came out, everyone's faces became solemn, and they finally slowly came back to their senses from the fall of the Xuanjian Ancestor, and devoted their minds to the war and discussion.

Zhao Shenbi was also deep-sighted, and his heart began to constantly speculate and think.

He originally thought that with the promise of the Heavenly Evil Supreme, this battle between the two clans should have been nine out of ten.

It turned out that this was not the case at all.

First, the Heavenly Evil Supreme is not really reincarnated with Nirvana supernatural powers, and it has to be subject to many restrictions, and it cannot be as independent as Zhao Shenbi.

Therefore, the Heavenly Evil Supreme later realized that even if he occupied Wang Dingran's body, he would not be able to easily leave his immortal soldier, Tianyuan Mountain.

Another reason is that the Heavenly Evil Supreme is also from the demon clan!

Although at this point, the level of life has changed, and he is no longer confined to the shackles and shackles of the race.

But the Heavenly Evil Supreme seems to be cold and ruthless, evil and tyrannical, but in fact he is a person of flesh and blood and heavy feelings.

Deep in his heart, he still has a trace of attachment to the demon clan, and he is unwilling to fight.

If it weren't for the fact that the war was to be quelled as soon as possible, so that Zhao Shenbi could leave smoothly and go to the heart of the mountain and sea realm, to find an opportunity for his father to reverse the way of heaven, he would not even go to sea to kill the previous demon ancestors.

So this big war, after all, they still have to rely on themselves to fight.

Just as Zhao Shenbi was still thinking about this matter, Wang Xuanji continued to speak.

He sighed and said, "Originally, although this demon tide riot was far more than before, it could be described as unprecedented, but my Tianyuan Continent has been fighting against the demon clan for so many years, and it is not that I don't know their heritage and strength, at most, I will pay some more tragic price, and I can still defeat them." ”

The people did not speak, but waited.

Wang Xuanji paused, and his tone suddenly became high-pitched, "But what I didn't expect was that this group of Kraken clans not only linked up with the land demon cultivators on the edge of the continent, the dense forests in the south, and the mountains in the northeast, but even didn't know how to use to collude with the Krakens in the depths of the ocean and close to other continents!"

He raised a finger, "Now the power of the demon clan is more than twice as strong as before! Not only has the first layer of the South China Sea battle line been torn apart and almost collapsed, but the coastlines of other continents have also been violently attacked by the demon clan, and the lives have been ruined, and the blood is drifting!"

The faces of the monks present changed drastically, and there was an uproar and discussions.

Even many of the Yuan Infant Ancestors couldn't sit still at all, and they no longer had the calm and relaxed appearance they had before.

Wang Xuanji ignored the restlessness in the square, and said without seriousness, "And the second battlefield in the east that was opened up before is also in danger at this moment! Under the leadership of the leaders of the three waves of demon clans, hundreds of fourth-order great demons have poured out and launched an unprecedented attack!"

"Now Xiushui, Fuyao, Juma and other cities are in danger, if there is no support from the army, within seven days, the eastern battlefield will all fall, and no one can escape!"

Wang Xuanji's words were like a meteorite falling from the sky, causing an uproar in Zhao Shenbi's heart!

After hearing the news that Xiushui City had fallen and no one would escape, Zhao Shenbi only felt that his heart trembled suddenly, and there was a dull pain in his heart.

He remembered Lan Xin.

That woman who is soft and weak, but is as tough as a sword at a critical moment, even if she risks being punished by the sect and stands on the opposite side of all the monks, she must choose to believe in Zhao Shenbi and save him from fire and water.

And from beginning to end, she has no regrets.

The surrounding discussions and quarrels continued, but everyone's faces were as dead as ashes, and no one noticed that Zhao Shenbi's eyes were confused, obviously out of sight.

"The demon clan has doubled...... This...... How can this battle be fought!"

"Sect Master Wang, isn't there the slightest hope?"

After Wang Xuanji took a deep breath, he said solemnly, "The only hope now is that although the number of demon clans has doubled, for some reason, the top combat power has not changed in the slightest!"

Together, everyone's eyes seemed to rise up again.

"So, after discussing with the elders of the sect, I proposed two plans!" Wang Xuanji said word by word.

He looked around, "First, all the monks poured out, cut off all retreats, and directly launched the final decisive battle with the demon clan, although there are many opponents, but my Tianyuan Continent has a profound foundation in the cultivation realm, and in the case of the major sects, there may not be no possibility of victory!"

Without giving everyone the slightest respite, Wang Xuanji said in a hurried tone, "Second, it is to give up fifty percent of the territory first, and all the monks will shrink the continent on all fronts, and with the help of the sect formation, the mountains and rivers are advantageous, to start a tug-of-war with the demon clan." We occupy a favorable location and continue to encroach on the demon clan, and when the time comes, we can counterattack again and regain the lost territory!"

His tone darkened suddenly, "It's just...... This is equivalent to sacrificing half of the sects, abandoning all the coalition forces fighting on the front line, and burying them in the mouth of the demon clan in vain, without the slightest chance of life. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone smelled a strong and cruel smell of blood.

Even Wang Xuanji himself couldn't help but shudder.

After glancing at everyone sadly, he said, "So, let's vote!"

Before the words fell, the voices were boiling.

"My generation of monks, how can I retreat directly in the face of a crisis if I am a cultivator with a breath of heart! Moreover, this kind of cruel and ruthless thing of abandoning my comrades cannot be done by my Langya Mountain!"

"The old man agrees with the second proposal, the demon clan is now menacing, if we respond to its edge, wouldn't we be in the middle of it? If it will collapse at the touch of the moment, wouldn't it be impossible to turn the tables by half a point?"

"Old thing, what do you do to let those garrison monks who are fighting bloody on the front line and fighting for us desperately? I heard that there are countless disciples in the eastern battlefield in your Guanjian Waterfall, and you don't care whether they live or die?"

"Hmph, now that the catastrophe is coming, I can't take care of my own safety, and I still think about others?"

“......”

The monks present immediately divided into two groups and quarreled fiercely.

The ancestor of the Sword Waterfall was even more ruthless, and it was clear that there were still many elders and disciples fighting on the front line, but he still resolutely chose to shrink the hinterland of the continent.

Wang Xuanji looked at this scene with complicated eyes, and only felt a chill in his heart, as if the snowflakes falling from the sky were even colder.

He looked at Zhao Shenbi, there was still a faint light in his eyes, as if he hoped that he could stand up and make a final decision.

But Zhao Shenbi couldn't feel his gaze at all now, and he couldn't even hear the quarrels around him.

He only knew that if Silk City was completely destroyed, then tens of thousands of monks and many living beings would not be able to escape.

He knew that now was not the time to think about it, but he still remembered a lot of images in his mind.

I want to think about the scene of entering Xiushui City at the beginning.

remembered the picture of Lan Xin blocking in front of him after he fell into the demon.

Thinking of that night, the fireworks and streamers at the head of Xiushui City, the woman's thin figure stood in the night breeze.

And now, all this is going to fall apart and be completely shattered under the sweep of the demon tide.

He just felt like his heart was about to break.

He knew that well, after all, it was not love, and the unchanging difference between them was always like a ravine, and it was destined to have no result.

But the woman was going to die, could he really be indifferent?

The storage bag she sent was still hanging on Zhao Shenbi's waist at the moment, and he promised to reforge the flying sword for Lan Xin, but he hadn't done it yet.

Before anything could be done, some irreparable sorrow was about to inevitably happen.

He didn't want that.

When the Wheel Hall fell, he experienced such a feeling.

He knew what it was painful and hopeless to see with his own eyes that all the beautiful things that were worthy of his affection withered, withered, and broken like flowers, while he did nothing.

With such a feeling, he didn't want to try it again for hundreds of millions of years to come.

So Zhao Shenbi finally spoke.

"I choose to fight!"

"This kind of thing of abandoning comrades, using their flesh and blood to live and die, and doing a shield for themselves, I Zhao Shenbi can't do it, and I believe that there are many Taoist friends who can't do it!"

His gaze slowly swept over the crowd, and everywhere he went, the sound of discussion stopped abruptly.

The scene of Fang just killing the Xuanjian Ancestor resurfaced in front of everyone's eyes, making people feel a cold breath spreading from their backs to their heads.

Zhao Shenbi's aftermath is still fierce.

"I heard a sentence just now -- the cultivation of my generation of monks is based on the breath of the heart, a determination and courage to move forward and never retreat! If we have to cower in the face of setbacks and crises, or retreat without a fight, then how can we monks and monks walk in the sky, how can we compete with the way of heaven, how can we go straight from the vast earthly world, and how can we pursue the ethereal truth?"

"I just want to ask everyone here, we can retreat today, but in the next 1,000 years, 10,000 years, whenever we encounter such a life-and-death situation, what we can do is just retreat and retreat!?"

Zhao Shenbi's voice was not loud, and there was even some hoarseness.

But it was a lion and tiger sound, better than the roar of a million sheep.

He raised a hand, "Therefore, in my capacity as a member of the Council of Elders of the Alliance, I hereby declare that I, Zhao Shenbi, do not want to retreat! Even if I am in a desperate situation, even if I fight to the last moment, I will shed my last drop of blood, and my life will not stop, and the battle will not stop!"

"May the deceased, in three days, form a battle with me and fight the demon clan to the death!"

Before the words fell, all the voices were gone.

The eyes of countless people began to surge with a dull and fiery light, like a burning torch, about to burn the canopy to ashes.

At this moment, whether you are willing or unwilling, whether you feel deep identification, resonance, or with all kinds of thoughts and tricks.

No one dared to raise any objections.

"I am willing to fight to the death with Zhao Gongzi!"

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