"Fellow Daoists, rest assured, Yan is here to swear to you today that within two years, he will definitely recover the lost land of Shenzhou, so that the surrounding barbarians will not dare to invade an inch of my Shenzhou again."

With that, get up.

"Congratulations to all fellow Daoists returning to their places!"

Jiang Wenming shouted loudly.

"Congratulations to all fellow Daoists returning to their places!"

"Congratulations to all fellow Daoists returning to their places!"

“……”

Voices came from all directions, and immediately after that, the monks began to cast spells.

The land in the square turned into a stream of water, gradually rippling.

The corpses began to sink slowly, and finally sank deep underground.

"Gua Wazi...... How can you bear to let my white-haired person send a black-haired person. ”

"Father, didn't you promise me to come back? Why did you leave us orphans and widows alone......"

"Stone, you are good, old man, I will open a single page of genealogy for you when I go back, I hope you have a spirit in the sky and can see it."

“……”

Seeing the corpse sink into the ground, the surrounding family members could no longer hold back the grief in their hearts and began to cry.

Listening to their cries, Jiang Wenming only felt that his eyes were a little sour.

These people were chosen by him, and they were the ones he stepped into under his orders.

Also died because of his orders.

"Master......"

Agarwood saw that Jiang Wenming's expression was a little wrong, and called softly.

"I'm fine, you go back and talk to the monks here, let them take good care of the families of these heroic martyrs, and if there is any need, just come to me, or find someone from the Demon Court.

Don't let these people shed blood and tears! ”

"Yes, Master!"

Agarwood replied and looked at Jiang Wenming with some concern.

Because his face was pale and frightening at this time, and there was no trace of blood at all.

"I'm a little tired, let's go get some rest."

Jiang Wenming didn't want to see these partings of life and death, so he made an excuse and flew out directly.

On a cliff outside the city.

Jiang Wenming sat here alone, looking at the endless mountains below and the endless sea.

The backlash of the Spirit Spell gave him a splitting headache, but his heart hurt even more.

He told himself countless times that as long as it was a war, it would definitely kill people, and he could only try to save as many people as possible.

But when he saw the corpses that had died in battle, he was overwhelmed by a sense of powerlessness.

"It's still too weak, if I can break through as soon as possible, maybe this won't happen."

He unconsciously clenched his fists.

"Drinking?"

A voice came from behind him.

Jiang Wenming was startled and hurriedly turned around.

When he saw the comer, his expression relaxed again.

"Why are you here?"

Jiang Wenming looked at the friend in front of him who he hadn't seen for a long time, and barely squeezed out a smile on his face.

"I'm done with the East China Sea, and I got the news from you using the Demon Gathering Banner, it seems that you haven't had a good time during this time, and you haven't noticed that I've been here for a while."

Ao Fan casually walked to his side and sat down, and then reached out and handed him a jar of wine.

"Drink what you stole from my father."

"I thought you wouldn't dare steal."

Jiang Wenming took it with a smile, stretched out his hand to pat the mud seal on it, and a rich aroma of wine came to his nose.

"Good wine!"

Jiang Wenming raised his head and poured a mouthful, only to feel a warm current flowing down his esophagus into his stomach, and suddenly his limbs were warm.

"This is a fine wine that has been sealed for thousands of years, and of course it is a good wine, dry!"

Ao Fan smiled, raised the wine jar and touched him.

In this way, the two of them pushed the cups and changed the lamps, drinking one jar after another.

No one in the middle said a word.

Ao Fan didn't ask Jiang Wenming why he was so disappointed, because he knew that the other party didn't need his comfort.

At this time, he only needs to drink with the other party, and if he wants to talk, he will naturally speak.

After drinking four or five jars in a row, Jiang Wenming's consciousness began to gradually blur.

He didn't deliberately dissolve this drinking power, but let it get himself drunk, and only at this time could he vent with the strength of the wine.

"Somersault Cloud!"

Jiang Wenming staggered and summoned a somersault cloud and flew directly into the sky.

Through the clouds, through the barriers of the Kyushu world, to the void.

"Here comes the sword!"

Ten divine swords slowly emerged from the void, lined up in front of him like soldiers waiting to be reviewed.

Jiang Wenming didn't look at the other nine swords, but locked his gaze on the last sword.

Xuanyuan Xia Yu sword!

That is, the only sword of the Holy Path that he can't use yet!

"You don't recognize me, you think I'm not worthy to be your master, and you'd rather watch the people of the world suffer than help. You...... Is it still worthy of being called the Sword of the Holy Path? ”

Jiang Wenming had completely lost his mind at this time, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

He just wanted to find an excuse now to vent well.

Just as his words came out, Xuanyuan Xia Yujian suddenly began to tremble, as if expressing his dissatisfaction.

"Heh, you still dare to slam your mouth, don't you! I'll make you pout! Makes you pout! ”

Jiang Wenming said, picked up his fist and smashed it towards Xuanyuan Xia Yu's sword.

The sword spirits of the nine divine swords around them appeared at the same time, looking at this scene in disbelief.

Xuanyuan Xia Yu sword!

The legendary Sword of the Holy Path!

Someone was beaten today?

Although they are sword spirits, they are somewhat conscious, and they have always had a sense of awe for Xuanyuan Xia Yu Sword, but after seeing this scene today, somehow, it seems that the sense of awe in their hearts suddenly collapsed.

"Enough! You bastard! ”

Suddenly, an angry shout sounded from Xuanyuan Xia Yu's sword, and a little boy came out of the sword, staring at Jiang Wenming with an angry face.

"Where did the little hairy boy come from, go aside."

Jiang Wenming was drunk at this time, and pulled Xuanyuan Xia Yu's sword spirit aside with a slap, and continued to punch and kick Xuanyuan Xia Yu's sword.

"You are the little hairy boy, I am the sword spirit of the Sword of the Holy Dao, you dare to disrespect me?"

When the little boy heard this, he suddenly became even more angry, stretched out his hand, and moved the Xuanyuan Xia Yu sword into his hand, and smashed it at Jiang Wenming is head and face.

"The little kid still dares to hit me, see if I don't open your ass."

Jiang Wenming was furious, his figure flashed, and he appeared directly beside the little boy, stretching out his hand to grab him.

However, Xuanyuan Xia Yu's sword spirit moved extremely fast, and as soon as his body was short, he avoided his attack, and at the same time, he did not forget to raise the sword of the Holy Dao in his hand and poke Jiang Wenming.

Although he didn't pull it out, he still poked Jiang Wenming's teeth.

"Here comes the sword!"

Jiang Wenming stretched out his hand, wanting to summon nine divine swords.

But his hand stretched out for a long time, and he didn't sense any sword falling into his hand, which made him turn his head to look.

It turned out that the nine divine swords still had their sword spirits, and at this time they were looking at the sky, looking at the toes, looking at the toes, and even showing their affection.

It's just that no one pays attention to him.

"A bunch of pit goods, I can't count on it at all."

Jiang Wenming couldn't help but scold angrily.

The nine sword spirits drooped their heads and didn't dare to respond, so they pretended not to hear.