A crack has opened in the world of red and black.

The unpredictable sky comes into view, creating a sense of unreality. Looking down at his hands and body, he felt that it was not real, as if he had been separated from this **, and someone else was controlling the body.

He didn't expect to be alive, and he was a little unsure if what he saw was real.

Is the war over?Is the war over?Is the war over?

Both ears were deaf, and his hands were numb, so he could only try to turn his body and look around with his eyes.

It's still a world of blood and scorched earth, rocks, blades, corpses...... The details were blurred, and I could only see a rough idea, the entire Nine Mountains were the same potholes, the same red and black, no difference.

The ground under his feet was elastic, and he didn't know how many corpses were stacked underneath, making people a little afraid to step forward.

He looked around for a long time, but he didn't see anyone alive like him. He looked up at the sky again, and the changes brought about by the impact of immortal magic never stopped, covering the entire firmament, incomparably grand and magnificent, and then formed a sharp contrast with the earth, like the Zhumen and the Hanmen.

Gradually, the body was no longer hard, and the heavy breathing caused the whole body to stir, making the scene in front of him rise and fall, and making this dead and silent world change somewhat. He felt like he had watched it for thousands of years, and then he had a realization in his mind that he was still alive.

In this war, I don't know how many people have been strangled, it is not easy to erase everyone's names and realize that they are still alive. As for the name or something, it doesn't matter anymore.

After a long silence, he got up and walked towards a relatively tall place in the distance.

The ground was soft and elastic all the way, occasionally hard bones, and sharp bone spurs did not cause much pain when they were pierced into the feet.

The scene is always repeating, as if standing still. He didn't know how long he had walked, and finally he had reached a slightly higher hill.

Looking around, it's still the same scene, unchanged.

He felt a little weak, as if all his internal organs had been hollowed out, his bones had been cut out, and his flesh had been stripped away, leaving only a skin bag containing his soul, which would float out at any moment.

At this time, he could die in the blink of an eye, but he was still alive and gasping heavily.

Suddenly, a person like him appeared in his field of vision, and his body couldn't help but shake.

Standing in place, he stared at each other. The other party stared at him equally. It's like two new species, looking at each other, with too much mixed in their eyes.

"Someone alive?"

"Someone alive?"

Regardless of previous realms, personalities, and experiences...... What kind of gap between these things, such a thought popped up in the minds of both him and the other person at the same time.

A long time passed in the eyes of the two.

For some reason, he and the other person turned around and turned away, not wanting to see each other again, because it was a mirror, and no one wanted to see what they were like.

It is an unfortunate thing to be alive in this war.

Walking on this land, digging through the scorched earth, turning over the charred corpses, scavenging all useful things, swallowing all the elixirs alive, and hanging spiritual weapons on his body.

He finally realized that he was alive, and he had to continue to live.

He had forgotten what had happened before. This war, making him forget too many things, is equivalent to completely blacking out the first half of his life. He can only remember that he wants to continue to live.

The war will not stop so easily, but there will be a brief interlude. The battle will continue, and he still has a chance to die.

Gradually, he passed by some of the people, without looking up, as if passing by a worthless corpse.

More and more people crawled out of the scorched earth and corpses, and people like him were like ants searching for everything, bypassing each other and doing their own thing.

I am afraid that few people who are still alive can say why they are still alive, and they don't know what exactly happened, so that there will be such a short pause, and they can only do what they can.

They are tied to this war, and there is absolutely no escape, only death or victory.

Feeling that the things hanging on his body had reached the limit of bearing, he stopped moving forward, found a position with a decent view, lay down in a depression, closed his eyes, and began to digest the pill in his abdomen.

When a sharp sound breaks through the air, he will open his eyes as soon as possible.

Countless of them are doing the same thing, waiting for the next death.

——

True and false closed their eyes tightly, and the blood flowing from their eyes had already dried into two lines, standing on their faces, looking a little terrifying.

If you don't sense it carefully, you won't be able to detect that there is still a trace of vitality left in the real and false bodies.

Eight Heavenly Immortal Realms to fight for forty-eight Yin and Yang Masters, no matter how many pioneers they occupy, there is no possibility of winning.

After suffering a sword from the master, the Yin and Yang Lords were all injured, and the Heavenly Immortal Realm of the Three Sects seized the opportunity to attack, but it was just a desperate death of the twelve Yin and Yang Lords, and there was only one true or false person left on the side of the Three Sects.

Boom!

The broken bronze bell fell, smashing against the masonry with a loud buzzing sound.

The monks sitting in the scripture pavilion heard the sound, but they did not move, they all silently recited the scriptures in their hearts, and a subtle golden light flowed from the surface of their bodies, converging along the masonry under their knees towards the top of the eighteenth floor.

A drop of water is not enough to catch a river, but no one can stop a drop of water from rushing to the river.

The Zen sect of the three sects showed their strength at this time!

The same people at the lowest level, they were not even qualified to participate in the battle on the Nine Mountains, and after watching a war that subverted everything, the belief in their hearts was still unshaken, and it was impossible for any sect to do it, and they would have completely collapsed into a group of stragglers.

The real and fake bodies shook for a moment, and then spat out a large mouthful of blood. Without opening his eyes, he sat up straight again and whispered the last verse. With the help of all the monks of Zen Buddhism, he will not die immediately.

Blind, true or false, he could still see a lot of things, and through the window, he looked towards the sky.

"How many days will you be able to hold out without the Lord? Will you be able to hold out to the people you are waiting for? Will it really be enough to change all this?"

The Nine Mountains were completely immersed in the abyss, standing on the top of the abyss from the Lord, with swords on their knees and their eyes closed. The red and white hair is draped behind him, which is particularly striking.

Far away, there were Lord Kun and others.

His hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin, and the pitch-black robe wrapped the Kun lord in it. Yellowish skin, a few less obvious freckles on the cheeks, the facial features are not three-dimensional, and the face shape is also round. No matter how you look at it, Master Kun can't be associated with beautiful words, and of course she is not ugly, she can only be regarded as an ordinary woman.

As long as the Kun Lord doesn't hold the sword, then you won't find out that this is the Kun Master.

The remaining thirty-six Yin and Yang Lords stood behind Lord Kun in a row, all bowing their heads slightly, not daring to look beyond Lord Kun's gaze. Behind them, there are also neat yin and yang envoys.

The army of 60,000 Yin and Yang envoys has been completely dispersed, but it is still reorganized in a short period of time, forming an army of 3,000 people, which is still neatly slaughtered.

No one can tell how the coalition forces could be so strong and fight so many Yin and Yang envoys. Only the result is that people have time to see it.

It had been quiet here for a long time, and Lord Heng said in a loud voice: "The Lord has exhausted all his immortal power and cut out his heavenly gate, and he is here to hinder us and others, as long as we avoid his edge, it is not difficult to kill him." ”

It was clear to the Lord that as long as Lord Kun was here, it would be impossible for him to stop the slaughter of Jiushan by other Yin and Yang Lords.

There are indeed not many people left in the Nine Mountains, and the strongest people have all died and lost their original value. But there is a reason for him to come here, and he needs to keep these people alive.

After the Heavenly Immortal Realm of the Three Sects died in battle, the only way to stop the Yin and Yang Lord was to cut out his own Heavenly Gate.

However, the Gate of Heaven can only block one direction. If a person attacks from behind, no matter how strong the Heavenly Gate is, it will not be able to last long.

After waiting like this for a day, the Yin and Yang Lords really didn't understand why they didn't kill the Leaver immediately. Even if it is an offense to Lord Kun, they have to say it.

"Although the Lord is strong, he has already cut out of the gate of heaven, and we can kill him without the help of Lord Kun. ”

"Sooner or later, you have to break this door, and it's better to break it early than to break it late. ”

"If you leave the Lord and betray the Yin and Yang Gate, you should be punished a long time ago. ”

"Breaking through the gate of heaven from the back, it will only take one day for us to wait. ”

Some short and somewhat thick brows frowned slightly, and then let go, and the Kun master, who was carrying his hands behind his back, did not turn around, nor did he speak, his eyes were still fixed on the leaving master.

The Yin and Yang Lords raised their heads slightly, glanced at Lord Kun cautiously, and had to keep their mouths shut.

They had no reason not to believe that Lord Kun would be able to make their heads fall to the ground by turning around, and would not hesitate to kill all the Yin and Yang Lords present without blinking an eyelid during the whole process. Because, one Kun master is enough to replace all yin and yang masters.

So, everyone could only stand here and wait, maintaining a slightly bowed posture, motionless.

As if he was a little tired from staring at things all the time, Lord Kun turned around and left the forefront, disappearing in front of everyone, and he didn't know where he went.

The Yin and Yang Lords glanced at each other, a little unclear, and they all had doubts in their hearts.

Do you want to kill the departed master from behind?

After the thirty-six pairs of eyes touched each other, they came to a unified conclusion and made a gesture to the army of yin and yang envoys behind them.

The slaughtered army of 3,000 formed a black and white line, and attacked the scorched earth of the Nine Mountains again!