And the Soul Realm also sent support when the rest of the Qingxuan Continent fell.

But there are so many monsters!

And as more monks fell, the more powerful those monsters seemed to become.

But war, how can there be no death?

It is obviously a prosperous immortal cultivation realm, but it seems that no one can stop this natural and man-made disaster......

"Elder Sheng, when will they come?"

The male cultivator who was still fighting with his hands cut off and was blind in one eye looked at Sheng Huai'an with some eyes.

He wanted to go home.

But until the war ends, he can't go home.

His family is still in that safe place, his children have not yet grown up, his father has lost his fighting power, and his wife has been killed in battle.

If he retreats, if they give up, will he have his elderly father and young children go to war to kill the enemy?

Then he can fight again!

Without his hands, he can use spiritual power to manipulate and hold a weapon in his mouth!

Even if he loses his hands and legs, as long as he still has his life, he can fight to the end!

But he was really homesick......

Sheng Huaian suppressed the tears in his eyes and pulled the corners of his mouth.

"I've received the news that they're rushing to us, but it's just that we're far away from here, and we have to kill those monsters along the way, so it's taken a bit longer. But no matter how persistent everyone is, the rescue will come, but we can't fall down again, otherwise our efforts for so many days will not be in vain? I want to take you home! ”

A group of people felt that their bodies seemed to have some strength again.

At the moment, they don't have time to care whether it's true or not.

If they lived, who of them would want to die?

At this moment, Sheng Huai'an's words are like the last hope.

"That's right! Hold on a little longer! Just hold on a little longer! ”

"Don't give up, everyone!"

"Right...... No...... Release, Abandon ...... Return...... Home ......"

But there are still people here who close their eyes forever.

On the list of war books, names were overlaid.

"Xie Jinshu, Liu Tangyi, Jiang Wanzhou, Han Shuman, Lu Sirou, Sheng Zhijun, Qiyue, An Ruochu, Qiao Xi, Zhiyan, Yun Suiwan, Shu Bai, An Qinghuan, An Ge, Xie Zhiheng, Lanxi, Sheng Huai'an, Fu Sinian, Cheng Yuyuan, Nanxun, Ye Xinghui, Ye Huaishan, Si Yuandao, Jun Yi'an, Ci Yu, Rong Chuan, Wen Xiuyuan, Dai Yanzhi, Xia Xingchu, Fu Huaijing, Gu Qingchen, Zhou Shiyu, Fang Zhiye, Mu Jingchen, Gu Changzhou, Ye Ze ......"

The number of people remaining is still decreasing, and one by one the names have changed from bright red to gray and black.

The disciples left behind in the sect have become foundation building monks.

The new generation of sect masters of Shangyao Sect, Qingyang, who was sixteen years old, sat in the main hall, holding a long sword and a war book.

He will defend the sect until he dies in battle!

He will wait for the ancestors, the ancestors, the masters, the uncles, the brothers, the sisters, and them to go home!

"Quick! Duck in! ”

At the Temple of the Gods on the Mountain of the Gods, several monks of the Temple of the Gods covered in mud greeted those who were exhausted.

The statues of the gods that appeared in the cracks of the temple had long since turned into powder.

Only a few new idols remained, most of them were uncracked, and a few idols with surnames remained.

And this is also a place where those monsters dare not set foot.

Those monks who are fighting near the Mountain of All Beings, when they really can't fight, will come here to get a little respite.

And the robes of the envoys of the Temple of the Gods, which were originally extremely white, had long been stained with stains and blood.