Jingzhou City is like a reef in the middle of a big river, and the army of the two demon and ghost clans is like a river, surging mighty and constantly colliding together.

Every moment, whether it is a human race or a demon race, someone dies.

Among the human race, the stronger the strength, the more they stand in front, guarding the ordinary people in the city with layers of human walls, but those ordinary people do not hide at home and wait for death, but spontaneously take to the streets with weapons and stand side by side.

Although they are very weak and weak, even the most ordinary demon and ghost clans can easily torture and kill them, but they are fearless, and guarding their homes is not only the right of the strong, but also their masters.

Under the battle flag, Jing Lao's body trembled slightly, and his face was full of painful expressions, but the only thing he could do at this time was to stimulate the battle flag and try his best to enhance the potential of many Terran powerhouses.

In this way, more and more Terran powerhouses fell into madness, and even at the last moment of their lives, they did not give up, but chose to blow themselves up, die with each other, and die in the most vigorous way.

One after another, I don't know who is the first, let alone who will be the last, are you really not afraid of death? Obviously, it's impossible, but at this time, life and death are secondary, and you don't even have time to imagine what it's like to die.

The human race and the demon clan have a blood feud that has lasted for hundreds of thousands of years, and it broke out in full force at this moment.

Who can grow up a strong human race, who has not formed a grudge with the demon clan, and who has not relatives and friends who died at the hands of the demon clan?

Avenge! Avenge! Avenge!

This is the only belief in the hearts of many people, and with the blessing of the Terran battle flag, they are in a state of fanaticism.

Zhu Huo and King Tianxiang are the focus of the attack of the demon and ghost clans, after all, their strength is too eye-catching, in comparison, Zhu Huo is much more embarrassed, not because his strength is not as good as King Tianxiang, but because he does not have the backing of King Tianxiang, and there is no continuous supply of power.

And in the face of this kind of siege, any skill is fake, only absolute strength, absolute defense can block all this.

And the king realm of the human race, in just a while, has fallen by one-third, and even continues to decrease, as for the king realm, there are even more falls, and this is no way, fortunately, the two demon and ghost races cannot be coordinated, otherwise the loss of the human race will only be greater.

In addition, the Terrans are fighting against the tide at the moment and have no way to retreat, but the two demon clans are different, they are also afraid of death, so they will inevitably restrain themselves in battle, which is another reason why the Terrans did not collapse with one blow and were directly destroyed.

However, no matter how tenacious the Terrans are, it is impossible to change the situation of the disparity between strength and weakness, and with the continuous death, the Terrans gradually began to stand up, and the other three city walls were also destroyed in the battle, leaving Jingzhou City bare on the ground.

On it, the blood slowly gathered into a stream, flowing in every inch of Jingzhou City, completely dyeing Jingzhou City red.

In mid-air, Mu Yi couldn't help but shoot a few times, but he was still a line away from igniting the fire in his heart, if he made a move at this time, he would be ruined, even if he saved Jingzhou City, but in fact, he lost the entire human race.

Before, Mu Yi resolutely came to Jingzhou City, although he had already put life and death aside, but when it was really time for him to make a choice, he understood the pain of the two Holy Venerables of the human race, they chose not to rescue Jingzhou City not because they were cold-blooded, but because they could not be saved, they were burdened with the entire human race.

It is certainly pleasant to use it for a while, but the consequences are not something that the human race can afford, so they must live, even if they have to endure the pain of their hearts.

What about Muyi? He understands even more that as long as he succeeds in igniting the fire in his heart, all this will no longer be a problem, not to mention Jingzhou City, even if it is to shelter the entire underworld human race, it will be easy, at that time, it is the demon and ghost clan that should be afraid.

It is precisely because of this that he can do nothing now, but to watch the Terrans continue to fall and die miserably.

Is it to seek a well-intentioned understanding, or to take into account the overall situation and bear the burden of humiliation for the future of the human race?

Originally, it was a simple multiple-choice question, but when it is really put in front of you, you will find out how difficult this choice is.

"Tell me, old man, how do I choose?"

Mu Yi closed his eyes in pain, not daring to look at the tragedy under his feet, but his ears could still hear those unrelenting cries, the brightest bloom at the end of his life, all of which were like poisonous snakes, tearing at his body.

Does it hurt? It hurts!

But he could only endure it as hard as he could, and even Mu Yi felt that this kind of pain was beyond all the previous pain, and it was more of a kind of spiritual torture and torment.

At this time, Mu Yi thought of Lao Dao, who took him to the rivers and lakes and taught him the truth of being a man, let him understand what is good and evil, what good people and bad people are, understand survival, and understand life.

In a trance, Mu Yi seemed to have returned to Funiu Mountain, at the last moment of Lao Dao's life, he carried Lao Dao to Funiu Mountain, the last foothold, from then on, there became Mu Yi's home, a simple, but let him feel at ease.

Because there is an old way buried there, buried the destination of his soul, as long as he is there, he will feel extremely peaceful in his soul, he can not think about anything, he can sit there in a daze, bask in the sun, and return to the life of an ordinary person, without so many worries, let alone pressure.

"Idiot."

At this moment, Mu Yi seemed to see Lao Dao, he stood in front of him, looking at him with tenderness and pity.

"It's good to see you, old man." Mu Yi smiled, like a baby, full of satisfaction.

"Tired, aren't you? When you're tired, take a good rest and don't think about it so much. Lao Dao said softly, with a kind of heartfelt concern, as if in Lao Dao's eyes, everything in the outside world is not as important as Mu Yi.

"I'm tired, but I can't rest, the human race is still waiting for me to save, I want to become the emperor, I want to fish you out of the long river of time and space, how can I rest? What if I fall asleep? Mu Yi shook his head and said.

"The Terran business is not your business, so why do you have to carry everything on yourself? As for me, to be dead is to be dead, and what is the use of being alive again? And that me, it's not me anymore, you know? Lao Dao said softly.

"You know what? Do you understand? ”

This voice kept echoing in Mu Yi's ears, making him completely stupid, yes, does he understand? Does he really understand?

Suddenly, a jade pendant flew out of the lamp and stopped in front of Mu Yi.