Once upon a time, when I was still following my grandfather, I always heard my grandfather's old friends mention the collision between the wind and the world in those Xuanmen.

At that time, I had no contact with the affairs of the Xuanmen at all, so I didn't agree with them.

I think that when dreams and bread are in front of you, choosing the latter is a sign of maturity.

Choosing the former is a useless insistence, and it is a manifestation of self-deception.

But only now do I understand the truth, there are some things that should be persevered, even at the cost of life.

It's like saying that these Daomen seniors in front of me, their cultivation is still shallow, but they still fight with the group of corpses without hesitation, knowing that they will die, they would rather choose to scatter their skills and blow themselves up, rather than bow down to Miao Ziwei.

Who will remember them after they die?

No one!

But when they died in battle, they could still laugh loudly, speak in a heroic dialect, and they were worthy of this uniform.

This courage and style is inherited, and it is also where Zhang Qingyun and Brother Li, the younger generation of Xuanmen children, need to learn.

Dare to die is nothing, the real power and domineering thing is that you can still go on the road with a smile knowing that you are dead.

In less than a stick of incense, there are not many comrades left in the main hall, and everyone is struggling to support, and the drought is even more beaten and vomits blood and falls to the ground, making it difficult to fight again.

After the marbale fell, the pressure on our side increased dramatically.

These living dead are not afraid of swords and guns, fire and water, and their power is infinite, and ordinary spells and spells have no effect on them at all.

Even if they cut off their hands and feet, they still fought in front, and it was really difficult to do it.

If it drags on like this, the final result is that our brother Li, Zhang Qingyun and the three of us were overwhelmed by the group of corpses, and we became a member of the living dead.

"Capture the thief and capture the king first, you two cover me, I'll rush once."

Zhang Qingyun has become a bloody person at this moment, and if you don't look carefully, even his face is difficult to see clearly.

Brother Li wantonly released his resentment, and after repelling a living dead, he waved his arms and used all his strength, and one turned around and blasted the head of the living dead behind him, and then gasped and took a few steps back to look at Miao Ziwei on the throne in the main hall and gritted his teeth and said: "This old turtle is guarding us, it's not easy to get close." ”

"Then you have to fight again."

I clenched the sword with both hands, gradually exhausted, my consciousness began to blur, and my arms were trembling slightly.

With my shout, Brother Li and I tacitly ran to Zhang Qingyun's left and right, and after looking at each other, we launched a final charge against this large group of living dead.

The rest of the surviving comrades-in-arms are also aware of the hindsight, and after understanding the meaning of the three of us, they are constantly moving closer to us to reduce the pressure on the three of us.

Zhang Qingyun did use his strength to eat milk, dancing wildly with dragon spears, and truly achieved a bloody way.

Brother Li and I also tried our best to cover him, falling down again and again, almost without a pause.

But...... In the end we still failed, the number of living dead was so huge that we repelled a group, and there was a group with no end in sight.

At this moment, it is not only a sense of powerlessness that wells up in my heart, but also despair, the despair of being too lazy to struggle.

Brother Li has been forced to a dead end by the group of corpses, trying his best to resist this.

And Zhang Qingyun was already lying in a pool of blood, his life and death were unknown, and I couldn't see the rest of his comrades-in-arms at all, and I could only occasionally hear their screams.

At this moment, it seemed that I was the only one fighting alone between heaven and earth.

I used to be afraid of death, and after the mouth of the Yin River, I despised life and death, but now, my realm seems to be more sublimated, and I begin to fear life and death.

Some Xuanmen masters always say that if the heart does not die, the Tao will not be born!

Now I finally understand the deep meaning!

The sword kept draining the power from my body, making my fighting spirit continue to rise, and I enjoyed the feeling, even though I knew that my final result would be to die of exhaustion.

But I'm really grateful, I didn't lose my grandfather, I didn't lose the Zhang family, and I deserve to be called Mr. Yin.

I did everything I had to do, I could do everything!

I really...... I did my best.

Just when I was about to fight one last time for the sake of dignity and die with dignity, a spear burst through the air, plunged into the ground, and blocked my steps.

I looked back, and the drought man stood up and looked at me with difficulty, with a very mixed emotion in his eyes.

I'm not interested in so-called myths, but I've always been in awe of the drought.

"In my name, kill her, for the seventy-two heroes of the Jiuli clan, shame!"

Drought Fish's words are actually very easy to understand, when Chi You first raised the army, there were only seventy-two soldiers and horses with him.

Although the seventy-two people belonged to the same clan and also married Jinlan under the leadership of Chi You, due to the rapid development in the later period, each of them established their own forces.

Among them, there are the Miao and Yao clans, which are also the most powerful combat forces among the Chiyou soldiers and horses.

At that time, these seventy-two people swore that they would live and die together, and the noble and the lowly would accompany each other.

However, looking back at what Miao Ziwei did now, it is really a bit shameful, he doesn't understand such a superficial truth as not causing trouble to his family.

What revenge for his relatives and revenge for his father is just an excuse for his own selfish desires.

He has only one goal, to live forever and dominate the world.

These dead clansmen, the Miao people who were killed, were all stepping stones for him to take the throne of God's king.

Otherwise, if he just wants revenge, why bother to pull his own people together?

Isn't that a contradiction? Does that make sense?

Just as I was recalling the confused account, the voice of the drought fish rang out again.

"The sun rises and sets, the clouds roll up, the years are endless, the years are withered, I have seen the drought, I have no regrets in this life, I hope you will be kind to my divine power, don't raise the peak again, cholera Kyushu."

"The sword is pointed at Kyushu, the heroes are magnificent, and in the end it is the people who suffer."

Standing in her perspective, she sighed, slowly closed her eyes, opened her arms, and then saw her form begin to dissipate, gradually turning into a beam of light floating in the air.

Then, as if sensing it, her blade began to hum and rise into the wind.

It was also at this time that Miao Ziwei's eyes lit up, his excited body kept trembling, and he kept shouting this in Yao.

As soon as the words fell, the spear burst out of the air again, heading straight for me.

In an instant, the entire underground palace was shaking violently, and the spear pointed at it, and the pillar of light rose to the sky, directly piercing the entire main hall.

Endless power poured into my body, and at this moment, I was not desperate, but on the contrary, there was a pride that wanted to use my own strength to conquer the world.

"Miao Ziwei, how about I screw your head off?"

The corners of my mouth unconsciously flashed an evil smile, holding the sword in my hand, tilting my head, and looking proudly at Miao Ziwei who was hiding behind the corpses.