"As long as he walks out of Turtle Mountain, there is hope for everything!"

Luo Qingwu's face was resolute, that was unquestionable trust, that was the sustenance of life.

"He will, he will......"

Luo Qingwu began to whisper in a low voice at the end, but a pair of jade hands were clenched tighter and tighter at this moment, and the nails were inserted into the palms, bleeding red blood, as if he didn't realize it.

Another pair of fair-skinned jade hands gently broke Luo Qingwu's clenched fist and held it gently.

"I also believe that he will come out of Turtle Mountain, and he will be the hope of the world!"

Linglongzi whispered in Luo Qingwu's ear, her gaze looking into the distance.

"Qing Wu, I won't die lightly, at least I will do my best to kill the enemy before I die!"

Linglongzi's hatred suddenly arises, and the source of her sadness is from Chuhai, she hates Chuhai, and therefore hates everything about Chuhai.

The vast blue lake is covered by a blue curtain of light, from which the light of the road is constantly flowing.

Thousands of monks on the east shore of the lake sat cross-legged on their knees, constantly integrating their spiritual power into the light curtain.

Outside, tens of thousands of Chuhai monks frantically attacked the light curtain, all kinds of spells emerged one after another, and the rumbling sound was endless, causing the earth to tremble, the clouds and the sky to shake, and the light curtain also shook violently, as if it was overwhelmed and was about to collapse.

The Holy Mother of the Black Wind stood in the clouds, looking coldly at the monks on the east bank within the light curtain, revealing a bloodthirsty light: "See how long you can hold on, as long as the big array is broken, you are all the souls of my Holy Mother of the Black Wind!"

As the monks of the early sea continued to attack the light curtain, the monks on the east coast within the light curtain were all crumbling, and they all became the end of the strong crossbow, making the last resistance.

"Poof"

A monk could not hold it anymore, his face suddenly flushed, and he spurted out a large mouthful of blood, fell to the ground and never got up again.

"Puff"

Three or two more monks ran out of oil and ran out of lamps, and their blood was sprinkled and they fell to the ground and died.

"Puff Puff"

Such a scene spread in an instant, and the whole body was moved, many monks fell, and the shaking of the light curtain became even more violent.

"Endless senior, the big array is about to collapse, how can this be good?"

A thin young man with a pale face, looking very flustered, looked at an old man in gray in front of him and said, not looking out of the light curtain, with monstrous hatred in his eyes.

"Even if the old man has been in seclusion for many years, he still can't escape this catastrophe, in this case, why not give it a go, and die well, at least he can be buried in the place where the old man was born, and he will die without regrets. ”

"Thanks to the rescue of endless predecessors, Linglong and Qing Wugou survived, let me fight side by side today, bravely kill the enemy, and be fortunate to be buried on this blue wave lake, then there will be no regrets!"

A faint voice came, and the figures of Linglongzi and Luo Qingwu floated in, and the two bowed deeply to the endless.

"That's fine!"

The same scene played out at the entrance to the Death Jedi Holy Wind Ridge, and the situation was still dire.

A group of monks on the east coast were forced to the edge of the Holy Wind Ridge by the army of the First Sea, which can be described as a dilemma, with a strong enemy in front and a death Jedi in the back, they have reached a difficult situation where there is no way to advance and no way to retreat.

Li Ruolan, Xu Zitao and Master Ye Zihua are also among them, looking at their swaying figures, the injuries are not light.

The three of them all looked at each other, looking at the Chuhai army not far from them, with a light of hatred and grief in their eyes.

Li Ruolan didn't know how many tears she shed along the way, as long as she thought of her father and mother who died tragically, she felt a pang of cramping in her heart.

The entire Tang Empire was full of blood, from the emperor officials to the common people, almost all of them were spared and died completely.

The Tang Empire is only the tip of the iceberg, and the Song Empire and the Han Empire are also unable to escape the doom of life, and they are almost dead.

The source of all these evils comes from the first sea, they exterminate human nature, they violate the way of heaven, they have a thirst for killing, they are miserable, even the poultry do not let go, and one by one they become the souls of the sword.

Therefore, Li Ruolan can be said to hate the Chuhai monk to the core, her fists are clenched tightly, and her eyes show a monstrous murderous aura, even if her cultivation is low, she has to fight the enemy desperately.

Xu Zitao is also the same enemy, and he has a bitter hatred for the Chuhai monk. He watched his fellow disciples die tragically at the hands of the enemy, and watched the ancient Yue Sect turn into ruins, but he was powerless and could only flee for his life like a lost dog with the help of his master Ye Zihua.

At this moment, on the verge of being a Jedi, he would rather die with his enemies than die in the Holy Wind Ridge.

Such a voice represents the determination of the only remaining monks on the east coast here, and they will not retreat again, but fight to the death.

The army of the first sea roared from the sky and the earth, almost close at hand, and immediately met with short soldiers, and perhaps the next moment everything that had been there would be vanished.

"Little junior brother, are you okay?"

"Little junior brother, farewell!"

Li Ruolan and Xu Zitao suppressed the concern in their hearts, and they had already put life and death out of the way!

......

West Bank, Turtle Mountain.

The army of Chuhai gathered here is not much more than the monks stranded on the east coast, I am afraid that there are no less than 100,000, and at a glance, it is densely packed, which only makes people's scalps tingle.

They surrounded the entire Turtle Mountain, and they suspected that life was coming in and out.

At the entrance of Turtle Mountain, it was surrounded like an iron bucket, and the palace master of the Heavenly Palace, as well as many of his early sea powers, all descended there.

Because it was the only way to enter the interior of Turtle Mountain, at this moment it was occupied by the remnants of the monks on the west bank, and with the help of its natural and inherent array, they made a final resistance.

Among them, there are Wang Ji Qiankun, Demon King Fu Yujing, Old Demon King Shi Demon, as well as Mo Qianyin and Evil Sword Tu and others, but they have all been seriously injured, if it weren't for the Turtle Mountain Great Array to block them, they would have been more than lucky.

The interior of Turtle Mountain is also full of dangers, and with their remnants at this time, if they enter, the chance of survival is almost zero.

I could only watch as the Turtle Mountain Great Array was weakened little by little, and there was nothing I could do.

"The general trend has gone, the first sea is too strong, and now the trapped beasts are still fighting, and there is little hope!"

Human King Ji Qiankun sighed faintly, and looked out of the big array, the nine demon beasts were frantically attacking the big array, revealing a bloodthirsty light.

"The Lock Beast Ring was born, the Nine Demon Kings of the Ten Thousand Beast Forest were captured, they were controlled by others, and they turned against each other, how can they resist with our meager strength?"

The old demon king's face was dejected, and because of his extremely serious injuries, the death intent on his body was getting stronger and stronger.

"Maybe there is still a glimmer of life, according to my intuition, that Terran kid Xu Shui, as long as he appears again, will definitely dance the mountains and rivers...... Turning the world upside down......"

The demon king Fu Yujing's eyes were vicissitudes, and she tried her best to recall everything about Xu Shui, and her deep eyes, the tranquility of the immovable mountains, seemed even clearer when she finally said "dancing mountains and rivers, turning the world upside down".