The heroes of the world are all moved, they are witnessing a generation of Tianjiao take off from now on, if he can live.

His opponents are all the best of today, not only did he not flinch in the slightest but became more and more courageous, dare to ask who else in the world dares to say such arrogant words?

"If I hadn't seen Xiao Dingshan, I would have thought he was back. "Great Elder Ouyang of the Canglan Sect stood up, it is true that the others have not made a move yet, and it seems that it is not his turn to appear at the bottom of the box. But he didn't bother to let those people consume Ling Yuan's physical strength, and true heroes needed respect.

Ouyang Nan no longer regarded Ling Yuan as his junior, but as a martial arts peer on the same level as him. Don't talk about his age, or even look at his cultivation, just his chivalrous heart is the only thing he has seen in his life.

Everyone has their own selfishness, real heroes and heroes are rare in the world, Xiao Dingshan is counted as one, and this Ling Yuan is also counted as one!

"Xiao Daxia's chivalrous reputation is far and wide, and the younger generation naturally admires it. "No matter what the power is, no matter what kind of identity it is, Xiao Dingshan's impression in people's hearts is a real hero.

"I will use what I have learned in my life, no matter what others think, I hope you can survive and you will have a wide world. Ouyang Nan said, it is true that it is more in the interests of the Canglan Sect for Ling Yuan and Zi Yan to die, but he does hope that the two of them can live.

What is a warrior, is he fighting with the heavens and the earth, is he born without yielding, he is not afraid of blood, what is he afraid of death? If he lives with his backbone bent, it is better to die. If those juniors rely on their old guys to suppress their peers to gain a foothold in this world, then there will be no heroes in this world. It's just the walking dead.

"The juniors know, the seniors make a move. Ling Yuan's eyes were calm, Ouyang Nan made a move at this time out of good intentions, the other sects present had not yet made a move in the late stage of the Guiyi Realm, they could only consume their own physical strength if they couldn't kill themselves. But what about after that? Ouyang Nan and Shenyin are both at the pinnacle of the Unified Realm! Even if they have the strength to save their lives under the hands of the two of them, what if they are already exhausted before they get to the two of them.

Everyone present also wanted to save face, their strength was not as strong as Ouyang Nanqiang, if he didn't succeed in winning Ling Yuan, they would naturally be embarrassed to go up again. Besides, Ouyang Nan said that he would go all out, they didn't believe that the junior kid could survive. The slightest difference is the next day!

Canglan Sect is good at sonic power and illusion, and the two complement each other. If one of them is alone, the Canglan Sect will not achieve today's status at all, once the two are combined, they can even fight beyond a realm, not to mention that Ouyang Nan is already a top-level combat power in the mortal world!

"A dream breaks the soul, and a thought is long. "Ouyang Nan's weapon is a long Xiao, his one move is a song, and when the song ends, it is over.

Martial artists have their own obsessions, and if they don't have this obsession, how can they withstand the boredom and pain of practicing martial arts? How can they fight and gain a foothold in the bloody rivers and lakes here, and everyone has long been gone to seek comfort. Obsession will be a person's motivation, but it will also become a warrior's inner demon.

Regardless of whether the martial artist has internal force, internal qi or true qi in his body, he needs to be controlled by the martial artist in order to exert the power to destroy the world and destroy the world. If you lose control, you will go mad, the light ones will be cut off in the meridians, and the martial arts will be lost, and the heavy ones will be scattered, and they will die!

A song of conscience, I'm afraid no one in the world dares to answer it. If he resists with his strength, Ouyang Nan is a top master in the late stage of the Guiyi Realm, and as long as he shows a slight flaw, he will be attacked to death. If you use your own heart to resist, hehe, who hasn't had some dirty things in their hearts. Once the mind is lost, it is already a life and death crisis without Ouyang Nan's action.

Everyone is looking at Ling Yuan's choice, his skill is not as high as Ouyang Nan, but it doesn't mean that there is no chance, after all, Ouyang Nan only makes one move, and he will never kill again when he is barely supporting.

Who knew that Ling Yuan directly sat down cross-legged and began to heal and recover, he chose the second option: Conscience!

There are too many things hidden in his heart to say, and he has come to this day step by step, and his hands have long been stained with blood. No one knows, only himself. Does he feel guilty in his heart? Does he regret it? If he doubts himself, he will die.

True Qi flowed slowly, and Ling Yuan finally had a chance to breathe, but this was in exchange for throwing himself into a greater crisis. He could have chosen the easier path, but he didn't. He wanted to know, he wanted to see clearly, everything he did. Maybe it's the biggest crisis in my life, maybe it's just a little dream, and life goes on after waking up.

"Are you homesick?" asked a woman with a scarred face, and although she was ugly, there was endless tenderness in her eyes. The beautiful woman could not survive here, she could only scratch her face in order to live, because if she died. Her child will be left with nothing, and he will die here.

"Where mom is, home is. A five-year-old boy said, his little face was immature but showed a strength that did not match his age, and he smiled like a warm sun.

"Kill Xiaobai, we have no food. The woman said ruthlessly, Xiaobai is the child's pet and his only playmate, she can't bear it, but there is really no way.

"Mother......" Ling Yuan hugged the little rabbit in his arms tightly, his eyes were red, but he didn't shed tears, his father had told him to be strong, and his mother could only rely on her to protect him in the future.

"Poor child. The ugly woman kept her child tightly, she didn't want him to see her tears, he was so young, but he had to mature quickly.

"I'll do it myself, I'll not be hungry soon, good," he tried to reach out and wipe the corners of his mother's eyes, even though he was already in tears.

"Are you going to betray us, how would we be here if it weren't for your father, you wild bastard!" a man in a black mask roared, his voice uncontrollable with fear, and he was followed by several people in the same costume, shivering.

"I said that whoever you are, you have to live like a person. "A young man, his white robe is spotless, it is hard to imagine that in this yellow sand-covered land, he is like a porcelain doll that has not been polluted by this heaven and earth. Behind him was a burning village, and the ground was covered with corpses, mostly men. A group of unclothed women leaned close together behind him, as if looking for a safe place.

He was still very small, after all, he was only fifteen or sixteen years old. But his figure was like a wall of steel, separated between the beast and the weak, and could not be crossed.

"Kill him, no one will know that we did it!" The few men in black in front of them looked crazy, they couldn't escape, and the only chance was to kill the person in front of them, although he was the Demon King!

He and his mother came out of the lowest and dirtiest places. He protected her, washed the filth from the ground with blood, and decorated the scenery on the road with the heads of others.

They are a group of homeless people, but they can't evict people from their homes. This is his bottom line, and if he touches this bottom line, he will kill him cleanly. Even if someone in it is related to him, it is not wrong to kill him, and people are born the same. Weakness is for protection.

At last he made it to his throne, though the road was covered in bones and blood. But there were many more people who bouquet flowers for him than his brothers and sisters, and he was the only king they recognized, and his name was Aotian!

Yes, if someone could see the illusion in Ling Yuan's heart, they would find that he was the current leader of the Sun Moon Demon Sect, Aotian!

The illusion continues, and he unites the shattered Cult of the Sun and Moon and kills all those who oppose him. He and his mother never had to live in hiding anymore, but was it enough?

He was twenty-five years old that year, the youngest leader in the history of the Sun and Moon God Cult. His parents were mid-level followers of the Sun and Moon God Cult, and if there was anything special, his father was a disciple of the old demon.

He didn't want to talk about the merits and demerits of the old devil, since he was already the sect leader, he had to take up this burden. His father died in the Heavenly Demon Battlefield, and his mother wanted to go back until she died. These thousands of congregants also hope to return to the Central Plains one day, to return to the holy land in their hearts, and they want to go home.

"Then let's go back. Aotian decided that this was his mother's last wish and everyone's wish. Those who stand in their way will be undying enemies, because he later understands that there is no absolute right or wrong in this world. The weak will bully the weaker. Standing in this position, he thinks far more than the question of survival.

He knew that after making this decision, the world would eventually be bloody, and he would lead everyone to fight to the death, and he would lead everyone to behead others. He can not be afraid of life and death, but he is afraid of having a guilty conscience. Is that the right thing to do?

Aotian's true qi began to be unstable, everyone stared at him tightly, as long as one was not careful, he would go mad, and his cultivation would be in vain!

To save some people is to kill some people, and that's what he needs to consider when he stands in this position, and it has always been. The blood on his hands has never dried up, and those who support him have never minded that he is a real demon king, that he is a blood-colored sun that will eventually bring war and destruction to the world!

"Do you want to go home?" your mother's voice still rings in your ears, but you're gone.

"Where do I still have a home?" asked his heart to be confused, and he took a wrong step in the Nine Pyloric Gate. Aotian was confused, he didn't know what he was doing anymore, he thought he had thought it through, he thought he had made a decision, but he didn't, his demons were about to move!