Yang Jingtian didn't want to die, although he had never been afraid of death.

In fact, Yang Jingtian himself is also very clear that as a member of the palace guards, he may die at any time due to some inexplicable reasons. He still can't forget, more than ten years ago, when he first became an official member of the palace guard, he heard the old captain mention that there was a guy who was on a routine night patrol in the palace, and because of bad luck he bumped into the royal shame, he was killed directly by Shen Xingsi with an excuse.

To be able to die in battle to defend the palace against the rebels is now the most honorable death for a court guard.

But not being afraid of death does not mean that there are no regrets, he also wants to live a few years of leisure after retiring, and wants to spend some time with his children and grandchildren to practice martial arts, and he also wants to share the joy of family with a rare reunion in a year.

Originally, it was only the last week before these long-imagined fairy days, and even just now, Yang Jingtian was still thinking about whether to send his two handsome little grandsons into the palace to inherit the mantle of his palace guards.

In an instant, everything changed.

As early as when he felt the ferocity of the toxin entering the body, Yang Jingtian had already understood that he should be more than lucky in this battle. This toxin is so cunning and strange that no matter how much you urge your true qi, you can't expel it from your body, but instead quickly invade your internal organs with the flow of your true qi.

The effect of paralysis became more and more obvious, and his movements were visibly slowed down, in the late stage of the battle with the three soul bodies, Yang Jingtian was already trying his best to block his vital points with his horizontal sword, trying to dodge, and he was completely powerless to fight back.

Unwilling, really unwilling.

Looking at Mo Yinghan's domineering face, looking at the grinning monster with grinning teeth, and looking at the mutilated bodies of the palace guards all over the ground, Yang Jingtian had never been so angry in his life as he was now.

For the court guards who practice Tianxuan True Qi, self-cultivation and calmness have always been the first step in the introduction of martial arts. When every court guard apprentice first came into contact with the Heavenly Xuan Mind Method, he was required to maintain absolute calmness and concentration no matter what situation he encountered in the future.

Anger, sorrow, pain, joy, these unnecessary emotions are meaningless to the battle of the palace guards, and only affect the purity of the sword.

Yang Jingtian has been persistent for many years, although he never sees himself as a person who can control his emotions well.

Fortunately, the current situation does not seem to be necessary to continue to refrain from it.

Yang Jingtian only felt that he had a monstrous anger at this moment, partly to these bold traitors and thieves, and partly to himself who was powerless to change the situation of the battle.

If I could go further, if I had the strength of the chief commander, maybe what happened today would not have developed like this.

To become the chief of the palace guard, the most basic condition is: the strength must reach the realm of gods. Goshoya

The geese have left the glow, and the gods have left traces.

It is only one step away from the highest peak transcendent realm that mortals can reach, the standard of one party's power, and the threshold of the three sects and ten masters. Yang Jingtian was always only one step away from that realm, and he couldn't make a breakthrough.

Perhaps it is because Shenliu is a boundary between humans and immortals, and there is an essential difference between the realm of Shenliu and Shenliu. As long as the strength reaches the level of the gods, the cultivator can briefly jump out of the Three Realms and not be among the Five Elements. Live with the sky and prosper with all things. Only by maintaining the consciousness of abandoning the physical body can it be possible to bear the weight of heaven and earth and attract the aura of all things to gather in one's own body.

Among the palace guards, Yang Jingtian is not very old, and the three chiefs, including the chief of the palace guards, are all more than 100 years old, even among the captains, he is not the eldest one. With Yang Jingtian's strength to break through the peak of the Sky Realm, even if he worked in this position for decades, there was only one reason why he still insisted on retiring after the clan grand ceremony.

I don't have the heart anymore.

A significant proportion of the palace guards were orphans. Some are from poor families, and some are refugees from poor families. Because these children have no concerns, they are able to devote themselves to martial arts and dedicate their entire lives to the royal family.

Yang Jingtian, who was born in a family of eunuchs, is obviously very different from them in terms of mentality. Yang Jingtian has a wife and parents, and has lived a worry-free life since he was a child, and he became a palace guard purely because martial arts have a greater attraction to him than civil officials.

Practicing martial arts is a hobby, but it is not a pursuit, let alone the whole of his life.

Because of his outstanding talent, he was able to reach the level of the peak of the Sky Breaking Realm, and because of his concern, Yang Jingtian was never able to take the step towards a higher realm.

No one has counted the success rate of the failure of the Skybreaking Realm to promote to the Divine Retention Realm, but what is known at present is that there are only ten masters of the Divine Retention Realm on the bright side of the entire Tunan Realm, and there are hundreds of masters of the Breaking the Skyclave Realm. Almost every year, there is news that the master of the Skyclave Realm has failed to cross the catastrophe and his god form has been destroyed.

Yang Jingtian couldn't make up his mind because he couldn't give up everything he had now.

Sure enough, people just can't have a choice. Looking at the sword wind that came to his face, Yang Jingtian said self-deprecatingly.

When there is only one way to live in front of you, there is no need to hesitate, even if the ghosts and gods stand in the way, you can only move forward bravely.

"Drink!" Yang Jingtian roared, and he could clearly feel that a string in his mind that had been taut had broken. Suddenly, anger, sadness, regret, reluctance, and the instinct to survive were intertwined, like wave after wave, madness rushed into his mind. And the few true qi left in the hundreds of limbs also tumbled and boiled.

Even if he was seriously injured, the gap between Yang Jingtian and Mo Yinghan's true qi realm still objectively existed. This time, Yang Jingtian's true qi exploded like a return to the light, instantly dispersing the sword wind wielded by Mo Yinghan, and an astonishing momentum suddenly rose.

Mo Yinghan was not a fool either, knowing that Yang Jingtian was planning to make a last effort, he hurriedly took a few steps back, avoided the impact of the first wave of true qi, and directly issued an order through Blood Ruyi, allowing the remaining high-level soul bodies to attack Yang Jingtian again.

The body of the Soul Losing Body was not afraid of the attack of True Qi, even under such an astonishing wave, it could move at high speed as if it were nothing, and within a few breaths, several high-level Soul Bodies surrounded Yang Jingtian again.