The four powerhouses launched a fierce battle in mid-air, the sky was dark, the sun and the moon changed color, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the blood rain continued to fall.

The battle had been going on for several hours, and the powerful forces from all over the country had heard the news and rushed to watch the battle.

Peng Cheng, Yu Ming, Jun Ling'er, Liang Chao, Zhang Heng, Zhang Yuanxin, Liu Feng, Wang Hanshi, Li Miaoyuan and other young people gathered around and watched Xin'er's battle carefully.

It was the battle scene of the Martial God, the God of Martial Arts, and it was the most rare learning opportunity for them as martial artists.

At the same time, they are also silently praying for Xin'er in their hearts, praying that this child they have watched grow up can defeat the strong enemy and return safely.

Fairy Xuanyi and Qi Xiaoyu stood on the edge of the city wall, holding each other's hands, and they could see each other's nervousness from the white fingers.

Zhao Long held the Long Ye Sword in his hand, let the blood rain lap on his armor, and stared coldly at the battlefield outside, he wanted to go out and fight, but he also knew that this war did not belong to him, and it did not belong to the Zhenbei Army.

It is a war between the gods.

The Yin Yang Sect, the Huayin Sword Sect, the Wushen Sect, the White Horse Temple, the Donglin Academy, the Qi Family and other forces all came, either floating in the air or standing on the roof to watch.

On the tallest building of Yumen Pass, on the roof of the main hall of the Zhenbei Palace, there are also people standing here to watch.

There is an emperor wearing a dragon robe, a queen dressed as a heroine, a shoufu wearing a first-grade red robe, and a group of second-grade powerhouses.

There are several women beside the emperor, led by An Xi, the deputy palace master of the Wa Palace.

Since the fall of the Wa Palace, An Xi and the others have been living in the palace, waiting to rebuild the Wa Palace after eradicating the Demon Lord.

"I feel sorry for Xin'er."

Nian An looked at Xiao Yuxin, who was struggling with the Demon Lord in the distance, and couldn't help shedding tears in distress.

"I'm also distressed, when we first saw her, how old she was, not more than three feet tall, a little little bean ding, would hide behind the adults, timidly afraid to look up, no one was allowed to hug her, and she spoke in a milky voice, and I even went to buy milk and goat's milk for her to drink.

But now, the little children who used to drink milk are now standing in front of us and protecting us, which really makes me want to cry."

His Majesty the Emperor sighed.

Nian An glanced at him and snorted coldly,

"I was willing to follow you back to the capital in the first place, or because the little cutie called me sister, otherwise I wouldn't have followed you back."

Wang Fugui took his hand, glanced at the bedroom in the north, and said viciously,

"Han Yun, a dog thief, didn't he break through quickly, just watching our Xin'er being beaten by bad guys, wouldn't he feel distressed?"

In the bedroom, Han Yun sat cross-legged, his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.

He seems to be quiet, but who knows what kind of danger he is experiencing in the world of consciousness now.

Han Yun's sea of consciousness was full of mixed and chaotic consciousness, and countless thoughts of sentient beings were madly eroding Han Yun's soul.

Han Yun was like a drowning person at this time, desperately trying to swim out of the water, but the endless will of sentient beings was like a pair of hands, dragging him to death, pulling him, wanting to drown him.

He has a sword in his hand, a sword condensed from the immortal personality, but it has not yet been fully formed, and he can't cut off the endless mortal dust to achieve the immortal position!

He was trapped in it, firmly dragged, and every time he tried his best to swim ashore, he was stopped by the endless resistance.

Han Yun's heart was bitter.

He relied on the power of sentient beings, but he was trapped in sentient beings, dragged here to death.

As Wang Fugui said, water can carry a boat and capsize a boat, but the boat cannot do without water.

He waved the fairy sword in his hand hard, trying to cut off the minds of those beings who were pulling him.

He didn't know how Emperor Xi cut off the mortal dust when he was a weak monk and became an immortal with the help of the mental power of all beings.

He couldn't.

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The power of life is too strong, too vast, like an endless ocean, to drown him alive, a drowning person.

Is it just because he is a human being, not an immortal, that he can't cut off the endless mortal dust?

But if you don't cut off the mortal dust, how can you become an immortal!

At this moment, the long-lost system suddenly spoke,

[The host can comprehend the way of the sword with his heart, cut off the mortal dust with the fairy sword in his hand, and achieve the supreme sword immortal, and only practice one natal fairy sword for the rest of his life, and prove the Tao with the sword]

Han Yun was silent, and after a moment, he asked,

"I only practice one sword in my life, the Dao method is too extreme, and the avenue is too narrow, once the sword is broken, the sword heart will also be broken, and I can't make any more progress in my life.

The sword is just a weapon, how can it be allowed to control my heart and occupy my way.

My Tao should allow all things in the world to be my weapons, and if my weapon can only be a sword, then it is too restrictive for me.

It should be for me, not for my master.

My Tao is the gossip, the five elements and the four elephants, yin and yang, not a sword.

I know that the way of the sword is the first way to attack among the immortals, and the way with the strongest combat effectiveness.

However, attacking is not what I want, and my way should be all-encompassing, exploring the mysteries of the endless rules of the universe.

I believe that the first person to create the system of cultivating immortals is by no means to be able to kill people better, but to be able to explore more rules, more Taoism, and a deeper understanding of everything in the world.

Sword Immortal, it's not my wish, if I want to say my grand wish, it's to become an all-knowing and all-powerful immortal."

The system no longer speaks, it just makes a suggestion, and the decision is still in Han Yun's hands.

Han Yun looked at the immortal sword in his hand, smiled, and then let go of his hand and threw the immortal sword in his hand into the endless ocean of mental power at will.

This is the life-saving straw that he has been holding on to before, but now he has abandoned it.

"The so-called immortals, according to the literal understanding, are just people who live on the mountains, and every immortal is not born to be an immortal, but from a weak person, nine deaths and a lifetime, thousands of troops have become immortals like crossing a single-plank bridge.

How many ancestors have fallen on this road of cultivating immortals.

You can't stop admitting that you are a person just because they have become immortals.

Even Emperor Xi has said that he is a human race.

So since it is a human being, what is the difference between it and an immortal?

Then in the next, I have to ask the immortals, why do you break the mortal dust!

Could it be that if you become an immortal, there will be no people's seven emotions and six desires? Is there no love and hatred? Don't you have the faith to protect your homeland?

If that's the case, don't do it, because I became an immortal to protect my homeland, to protect those I love deeply and those who love me deeply."