Ye Ziyu's consciousness is very clear, but the control of his body is not under his control at this time.

He was more like a bystander, watching himself fall in two steps, saving millions of living beings, and instantly killing the invincible Blood Demon True Blood and the world-shattering Demon Zhou Yiping.

It was all like a dream, but it was a real thing that happened to him.

The two steps just now Ye Ziyu had a very familiar feeling, it should be the nine steps of the dry sky recorded in the second weight of his own Qiantian Haoqi.

This technique really has the divine power to penetrate the heavens and the earth, and the mountains and rivers are moved by Ye Ziyu in one step, and at most it can only suppress the foundation building monks.

In the face of such a powerful enemy as Yang Mingxuan, not only can he not suppress him, but he will also be dragged by him to cause a backlash against himself.

Of course, this is also inseparable from Ye Ziyu's low strength.

But a step of mountains and rivers is unleashed by this one in the hosta, not to mention a radius of ten miles, as if the entire world has fallen under this step.

is so powerful, it simply subverts Ye Ziyu's previous cognition.

Since the beginning of his cultivation, I am afraid that only when he looked back at Cai Du in Qingshan Town, the two Dharma masters who stood up to the sky and the earth could have the power of supernatural powers comparable to this step.

The first step alone was enough to kill the Blood Demon, and the reason why the second step was taken was to completely eliminate the demonic blood planted in the bodies of all beings, as well as those blood seeds that were not easy to detect buried deep in the earth and forests.

The reason why the blood demon is difficult is not that his combat power is amazing, but that his incarnation of tens of millions of magical powers is too weird, and if a drop of true blood is not destroyed, he can use it to reshape his blood body, and then become a disaster.

Only in this way, a supernatural power that can overturn the heavens and the earth, can kill the Blood Demon and not let it have the slightest chance to escape.

Now the overall situation has been decided, but Li Yuanxi, who fell to the ground, made Ye Ziyu sad in his heart.

Perhaps, only people who read each other know each other best.

Ye Ziyu knew that his knowledge could not be compared with this gentleman of the academy, but his persistence in the Tao was not lost to anyone.

Sacrificing one person to save millions of people sounds like a good deal.

But when this share of sacrifice falls on their heads, how many people will die generously?

There is almost no comparison between one person and a million people.

Regardless of whether the chosen one is willing or not, he is wrong from the very nature of the question.

Everyone has compassion in their hearts, so they can become benevolent.

But since compassion is the beginning of benevolence, where does the beginning of compassion begin?

The answer, of course, is the fear of death and even bad things, and compassion is inspired by fear.

It is only when you are afraid of death that you can reach out to others when you see them suffering, which is called pushing yourself and others.

When one person is chosen to sacrifice to save more people, does it mean that the essence of benevolence has been lost?

Moreover, sacrifice is not the sacrifice of one person, nor does it stop at the death of one.

One is just the beginning, then there will be two and three, and even endlessly.

Ye Ziyu admires not Li Yuanxi's sacrifice to protect the people and die, but respects him even if he dies, he is unwilling to twist the Tao in his heart.

Even if he gives up the righteousness and gentlemanly luck that ordinary people ask for but cannot obtain, or even give up the avenue and life, he is unwilling to let his path have the slightest twists and turns.

Such a scholar is really as flawless as the white jade, such a man will remain unchanged until death, how can such a heroic man not be admired?

The mood was flying, the light and shadow in the sky were gradually dissipating, and between Ye Ziyu's eyebrows, the golden sword trembled slightly, and a strange wave rippled out.

"Yes!"

Ye Ziyu was ecstatic, although he didn't know what means this senior would use to save Li Yuanxi.

But since the other party said so, then Ye Ziyu naturally is

100% convinced.

At the moment when the light and shadow were about to dissipate at the end, it was a rare gesture to reach out and point out, and a white light instantly flew from above the sky to Li Yuanxi's corpse below.

Like a bridge connecting heaven and earth, Li Yuanxi's corpse suddenly shook, and Ye Ziyu's heart was overjoyed.

Liu Xiangbei on one side was also beating wildly, could it be that this great god wanted to save Mr. Li, who was already dead? If that's the case, then this battle can be considered a perfect ending.

not only exterminated the blood demon, but also saved most of the people in the capital.

But Li Yuanxi's corpse trembled for a moment, then stopped moving, and soon, a golden dragon the thickness of a thumb roared out of his sleeve.

It is the little dragon of national fortune that was previously taken into Li Yuanxi's arms, this little dragon condensed by national fortune, and even has preliminarily given birth to its own spiritual intelligence, which is a very rare and rare divine object.

It's just that now with the fall of the Yu clan of the Liang Kingdom, the collapse of the ancestral temple and the massive power of national fortune have been squandered by Zhou Yiping, and this little dragon has become a real rootless duckweed.

Not only did he lose the ancestral temple of national fortune that nourished him, but even the only place to stay, the Sun Divine Wheel, was detonated by Zhou Yiping in the war.

Now what awaits him is only the way to dissipate with the wind.

The golden dragon's eyes flashed with an unwilling look, the little dragon screamed, his eyes were full of determination, and he actually wandered directly into the sky, and the golden dragon body split into three with a bang the moment it touched the sky.

The dragon's head, dragon body, and dragon tail swooped down respectively, and they did not enter the bodies of different people.

Wu Jun leaned on the head of the city, his eyes fixed on the huge phantom above the palace, and under his feet were those soldiers who had killed people and killed crazy city guards.

At this time, a golden mang suddenly flashed, Wu Jun's heart jumped, and he just wanted to reach out to intercept it, but he saw that the golden mang impartially submerged into Cui Yanwen's body behind him, turning into a golden line and disappearing.

Wu Jun's face was silent, but there were already turbulent waves in his heart, if he didn't feel wrong, it seemed to be the condensation of the power of national fortune at the time of concentration.

The fortune of the country is such an ethereal thing, unattainable and unattainable for mortals, but for monks, it has many wonderful uses.

Just when he was in doubt, in the camp of the forbidden army outside the city, a wisp of gold disappeared into He Zhangwen's body without realizing it, only the jade card in his arms trembled slightly, but it quickly fell silent.

The pillars of light that connected the heavens and the earth had completely dissipated, and the white rays that illuminated the darkness gradually dimmed, and the white rays dispelled the dark clouds, revealing the crescent moon that was hidden in them.

The moonlight of the dark night vaguely illuminated the ruins of the capital, and in the ruins of the palace, Liu Xiangbei's eyes stared at the cold corpse lying in the center.

With the last bit of white light injected, the corpse's fingers moved miraculously.