Pain!

Han Yun felt that every inch of skin and every meridian in his body was in severe pain as if he had been poisoned, and he felt that his life was passing rapidly, this was the feeling of death,

He knows

He had experienced it.

"Kill all these monsters!"

"I don't want to die!"

"I can't die, my wife, my children......

"Dad, where are you......

"I just hate that the old man is powerless and hasn't been able to kill all these monsters!"

"The heavens are in calamity, the martial arts have collapsed, the martial gods are dead, who else can save the martial arts!"

"Hate! I hate it! I haven't taken revenge yet!"

Tens of thousands of living beings, the terrifying resentment formed before death, impacted Han Yun's mind, and he felt as if his soul was about to be torn, dissipated, and annihilated.

Han Yun finally knew why the first batch of Demon Cultists who entered the core land were almost all dead, and only one person who came out alive was also crazy.

The damage caused to the soul by such a terrifying resentment impact is too great, and ordinary people will definitely die, and occasionally there are those who are determined or have strong souls, and they will go crazy if they don't die.

He is now impacted by these terrifying resentments, trapped in a cage, and there is no way to escape, and the resentments have accumulated for countless thousands of years, and he will never be able to survive.

A way has to be found!

The pain in Han Yun's whole body made his confused brain clearer, and he quickly thought of a way.

Almost all of these people's grievances come from not being able to take revenge with their own hands, from failing to kill all those enemies named demons, and a large part of their obsessions come from the severance of martial arts and their failure to pass them on.

And these people, in the face of a strong enemy that they can't beat, none of them choose to surrender, they are all fighting to the death, they are all heroes and need to be respected.

Thinking of this, Han Yun gritted his teeth, stood up strongly, clasped his palms and bowed, and shouted,

"Seniors, please listen to the juniors! The younger generation doesn't know how many years have passed now, but it is certain that those monsters, those demons, have all been killed by the humans who rushed to support!

All of them are dead, their bodies have fallen to this earth, and their souls will never be able to live beyond the earth! Your great vengeance has been avenged!"

As soon as Han Yun said this, the impact of resentment around him was indeed reduced a lot, and the pain in his soul was also reduced.

He rejoiced in his heart, and said,

"And the martial arts of our martial arts world have not been broken, and today the martial arts are prosperous, the whole people are martial, there is a Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism inheritance, there are generals to protect the people, there are seven decent forces guarding the righteous path, and there is a strong dynasty guarding the well-being of the people.

I would like to ask you seniors to ...... Return to the ruins!"

Han Yun maintained a motionless posture of bowing and clenching his palms, and the resentment around him gradually began to dissipate, and the tingling sensation on his soul gradually disappeared.

Finally, the last trace of resentment dissipated, and Han Yun felt gratitude from that trace of thought.

He slowly opened his eyes, and the clothes on his body turned into green robes again, and the companions around him also returned, all of them looking dazed and at a loss.

"Just now...... What's going on?"

Fairy Xuanyi asked.

"What do you see?"

Han Yun looked at everyone.

"I saw that the Jade Gate Pass was breached by the demon and barbarian clans, and everyone died tragically under their swords."

Qi Xiaoyu's face turned pale, and he had palpitations.

"I saw that Confucianism and Taoism were shattered, and the people of Dachuan were like barbarians, and Ru Mao drank blood."

Chai Yuan Zhengse said.

"I...... Seeing myself killed by my brother."

Wang Fugui laughed and scratched his scalp in embarrassment.

"What about you?"

Han Yun looked at Fairy Xuanyi.

"I see ......"

Fairy Xuanyi paused when she said this

, her pretty face was slightly red, and she glanced at Han Yun, and she didn't have a good airway.

"You don't care what I see, but what you see, when I was about to wake up, I seemed to hear you talking, what were you talking about? Did you get us out?"

Looking at Fairy Xuanyi's expression, with Han Yun's intelligence, how could he not guess that the other party's illusion must be related to himself.

"It's nothing, let's go, there won't be any more crazy stuff here."

Han Yun took the lead and walked forward, where was the top of a mountain, where the Martial God Temple was located countless thousands of years ago, and it was also the destination of his trip.

He's about to face the ultimate opponent of his trip.

Everyone was preoccupied, no one spoke, and the atmosphere was a little depressing.

Han Yun was still sorting out the key information of the Martial Spirit Realm, the Martial God Temple, the Martial God, and the Buddha.

They were now at the foot of the mountain, and after walking up the mountain for more than half an hour, they saw a man sitting on a stone halfway up the mountain.

This person has a dignified appearance, an extraordinary appearance, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a straight nose, clear eyes with a little vicissitudes, a leisurely chic smile on the corner of his mouth, and a small grass that can be seen everywhere on the side of the road.

He looked to be in his early thirties, dressed in white, simply wrapped around his body, exposing a small half of his chest, holding a wine gourd in his hand, taking a sip, wiping the wine from the corner of his mouth, laughing, as if no one was around, chic and happy.

"Yo, someone has finally walked through that place, it's not easy, and it's hard to wait for you during this time."

The man chuckled, raised the wine gourd in his hand towards Han Yun, and took another big sip.

With a single glance, Han Yun knew that this person was not the person he was looking for.

"Isn't this the Xuanyi Fairy, you're here too?"

The white-robed drunkard laughed, jumped off the big rock, stood in the middle of the road, and looked at the crowd without being cramped at all.

"Chen has no regrets? Why are you here?"

Fairy Xuanyi raised her eyebrows slightly, looking at the white-robed drunkard.

"Chen has no regrets? This man turned out to be ......."

Wang Fugui's eyes widened, and he stared at Chen Wuregret in surprise.

"Who is this man?"

Han Yun frowned and asked.

Wang Fugui looked at Han Yun like a rare animal,

"You don't even know about him? This is a three-grade powerhouse who has been famous for many years, a sword is superb, and he is the strongest swordsman in the world, with the name of the sword fairy, although he is a scattered person in the rivers and lakes, the swordsmanship is stronger than the Huayin sword school, and he is addicted to alcohol, and he must drink every day, and he has created a set of drunken fairy swordsmanship, the sword heart is transparent, and there are few opponents among the three products.

Raise your sword and ask your heart to have no regrets, and a pot of turbid wine is drunk.

Wine Sword Fairy!

Chen has no regrets!"

"Well said, when the float is white, hahaha, come and do it."

Chen Wuregret was drunk, holding the wine gourd and taking another big sip, with a happy smile on his face.

"Chen Wuregret, what are you doing here?"

Fairy Xuanyi frowned and asked.

"Me? The matter of being entrusted with loyalty is only here for the ...... Stop you!".

Chen Wuregret tapped his fingers, his movements were elegant and natural, and the long sword behind his back automatically flew out and stayed in front of him.

(Thank you Miss Flower Fairy for reading, rewarding and urging you to change every day, such a kind young lady, she must be a beautiful little cutie, well, like Xuanyi Fairy)