Little Sumeru Mountain, Daxiong Treasure Hall.

The fragrance of tea lingers, emanating from the teacup of blue and white jade, and the freshly brewed tea floats wisps of white gas, floating in the air, but at this moment, no one is in the mood to taste the rare Luofu fragrant tea in this world.

Today, the most powerful heads of the various sects of the righteous path are all gathered in the main hall, especially the first palace masters of the three authentic sects of Shushan, Kunlun, and Fanyin Temple, sitting on their seats expressionlessly, without saying a word.

The little novice who was waiting with tea and water next to him had already quietly retreated when he saw such a solemn atmosphere in the hall.

Looking at the sect masters and elders of the various sects sitting silently below, Master Burning Disaster sighed, and first spoke: "The poor monk also knows that in the face of such a catastrophe, even after a month, my righteous path has suffered heavy losses, and it is not unreasonable for you donors to consider it, but my Buddha is merciful, once even our people retreat, what will happen to the people in the world, the old man really can't watch the common people being robbed and the lives of the people are ruined!"

Among the people below, Li Changqing of the Xianqiao faction smiled bitterly and said: "What the master said, how could we not have considered it, but after holding on for so many days, the number of those monsters has hardly decreased, but we have suffered heavy casualties. ”

As soon as the words fell, there were already a lot of echoes around them, and almost all of these people present were cultivators with obvious voices in the Xuanmen, like the Xianqiao Sect, Qingcheng Sword Sect such a first-class sect, is the mainstay of the Xuanmen, this catastrophe so far, their disciples have suffered countless deaths and injuries, so that these people do not feel heartache, especially those with outstanding qualifications, thousands of young disciples, one by one young lives are buried under the hands of monsters, what is even more terrible is that those who died were invaded by evil qi and turned into ghosts, turned against each other, and the Tao was better than before death, and they wanted to personally send these people who had fought side by side to hell again, not to mention those ordinary disciples and monks, even they were in a bad mood。

Seeing this, the Master of Burning Tribulation shook his head, recited the Buddha's name, sighed, and did not speak again.

At this time, a cold snort suddenly sounded, "We and other cultivators of immortals, since we boast of the right path, we should naturally take the common people in the world as our own responsibility, the greater the so-called ability, the greater the responsibility, such as the people today have high expectations for us, you say retreat at this time, in the final analysis, it is just that you are afraid of death!"

It was Nie Mufeng, the first seat of the Burning Yan Peak of Shu Mountain, who spoke, and he glanced at everyone coldly, the teacup in his hand fell heavily, and he didn't care about the hot tea splashing on his hand.

There was silence all around.

A trace of pain flashed on Sima Nayun's face of the Qingcheng faction, and he couldn't help but stand up, and said awe-inspiringly: "Senior Nie, then you say, do we keep guarding until all our people are exhausted! I, Sima Nayun, have lived for so many years, when have I ever been afraid of death, how can I not know that if I get rid of one more monster, the world will have less suffering, so I have such a responsibility and I have the right way to do it, but I really can't bear to see those young people die in front of me one by one, they are the future of my righteous path!" Senior Brother Ziyang told me on his deathbed that he must keep the last bit of bloodline of the Qingcheng faction, and I can't let him live up to his last wishes!"

When his words fell, there was an uproar all around, and everyone changed color when they heard it, obviously no one expected that a figure like Ziyang Zhenren, the sect leader of the Qingcheng Sword Sect, would fall so silently, even if these people present were used to seeing many lives and deaths, they couldn't help but feel a feeling of sadness at this moment.

Nie Mufeng frowned, glanced at this person, although the Qingcheng Sword Sect is far away in the West, but also as a Sword Sect, they are also a little familiar with each other, in the past, every time a period of time passes, all the Sword Sects in the world will send disciples to Shushan to further their studies, Shushan is also generous to this, showing the demeanor of a famous faction, Sima Nayun came to Shushan to seek the way of the sword when he was young, and stayed for many years, although the sects are different, but he is also half a disciple of Shushan, Nie Mufeng also has a little impression of this person, the boy in the green shirt who was obsessed with kendo back then, has been absent for many years, and now he has become a character in his own right。

As soon as he thought of this, Nie Mufeng's face softened a little, sighed lowly, and said: "The matter of Ziyang Daoyou, the poor Dao is also deeply distressed, in the current situation, where can we retreat? Have you ever thought that once the catastrophe spreads to Middle-earth and harms the common people, how many years and how many generations will it take for the land of Shenzhou to recover?" Master Burning Bitterness personally went to Shu Mountain that day, and I Shu Mountain promised to put the common people first, even if the death was not hesitated, and now the Master of Burning Suffering and the monks of Fanyin Temple have held up this Buddha array above their heads for us, and for thousands of people behind them, how can we leave?"

The words of the first seat of Shu Mountain's burning Yan Peak, everyone was silent, and they also knew that if they wanted to worry about the disciples in the sect, how could the masters of Shu Mountain and Kunlun really be indifferent, not to mention that Fanyin Temple suffered the heaviest casualties in this catastrophe, and on that day, Shu Mountain, Kunlun and Bing Lan Yun Pavilion, the three authentic disciples of Shu Mountain, Kunlun and Bing Lan Yun Pavilion, broke through with the Lord of the Star Hall and rushed to the 100,000 mountains, but they are still vividly remembered, that group of young people can be said to be Shu Mountain, Kunlun and other authentic elites, and even the most outstanding disciples in the Xuanmen, Nie Mufeng and the others really don't have a little worry, but they have never shown it, these days, they have all relied on them to support the overall situation, and they have persevered until now, and the pressure on their shoulders is far heavier than any of them.

The corners of Sima Nayun's mouth moved, and after all, he breathed a sigh of relief, sat down, and did not speak again, and the people from other sects also looked thoughtful, and the atmosphere on the field was heavy.

Nie Mufeng retracted his gaze, picked up the teacup from the table in front of him, and took a sip slowly, the fragrant tea brewed by the citrine that has bloomed in Luofu Fanyin Temple for ten years and has borne fruit for a hundred years seems to have a trace of bitterness when it tastes on his lips at this moment.

He looked through the crowd, looking out of the clouds and sky in the main hall, the expression in his eyes changed, he didn't know what he was thinking, and he seemed to be waiting for something, and the red flame lotus on his cheeks and neck became more and more bright and hideous.

Master Cangyue and Ling Feng glanced at each other, shook their heads with a wry smile, Shangguan Xi was seriously injured, and the movement of the demon gate mentioned by Ning Yuanshi, only a small number of people on the field knew, if this news also spread, under the chaos of people's hearts, Senior Brother Nie might not be able to suppress that scene.

Master Cangyue's eyes fell on Mingyuechan's face beside her, but she saw this junior sister silently turning her head sideways, quietly looking at the window pavilion on the side of the main hall, looking from the side, there seemed to be a trace of inexplicable fortitude and firmness in the soft curves of her face.

She frowned slightly, and sighed softly, now that she was thousands of miles away, the group of people who were already the last hope of the righteous path, would they be able to stop this unprecedented shocking catastrophe?

No one has a bottom in their hearts!

But she knew very well that this junior sister had always believed in her heart that that man, the man who used to laugh proudly with only a sword.

In the main hall, the atmosphere was quietly solidified, and in this silence, no one spoke, but everyone had complicated expressions and heavy hearts.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly a rush of footsteps woke up everyone in deep thought.

The righteous path masters in the hall jumped in their hearts, could it be that something had happened to the battle situation?

The eyes suddenly gathered in the direction of the gate, and after a while, several disciples appeared in front of everyone, looking hurried and panting.

"What's the alarm, what kind of system!" Qingwei Daoren's eyes were sharp, and he saw these disciples wearing blue and white Taoist shirts from a distance, which was Kunlun's Taoist robe, and he was suddenly displeased and shouted.

It's just surprising that these Kunlun disciples didn't have the stiffness they used to have in the face of the eyes of such a worldly master, and they all had inexplicable expressions of surprise and excitement on their faces, and shouted loudly for the first one: "Master, the main force of the demon tide, those evil spirit armies, for some reason, suddenly turned into green smoke and returned to dust!"

"What!"

Everyone heard that the body was shocked, and was surprised and delighted, subconsciously stood up together, that is, Shushan, Kunlun, Fanyin Temple, a group of people couldn't help but be moved, everyone walked out of the main hall, looked from afar, only to see the depressing black torrent under the mountain, a sensational, such as undulating waves, among which the roaring sky roared, echoing in the sky, under the howling wind, there were countless smoke and dust floating with the wind, fluttering in the air, swept away by the wind, and the dust was dispersed.

Together, the black tide, which was originally dense like a flood and a huge river, slowly thinned out at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Everyone's faces were full of surprise, the eyes of the master of burning suffering were bright, he recited a Buddha horn in a low voice, and the Buddha light shone brightly in his hand, and a piece of light and shadow appeared in the air, presenting the scene under the mountain.

Everyone looked up, but saw the light curtain emerged, those evil spirits that gave them headaches and thorny things, in the screaming and roaring, as if they had lost their strength all of a sudden, and they were unwilling to turn into dust little by little, and countless corpses controlled by the demonic and evil forces finally fell down and never stood up again, thousands of years later, this unforgettable scene is still fixed in the minds of countless people.

On the huge Yunhai Buddha Field, shouts of surprise continued to sound, and among the remaining disciples of the various factions, even if they were seriously injured, they seemed to have completely forgotten the pain at this moment, and they all struggled to stand up, cheering with the equally excited people beside them.

Everyone shouted loudly, excited, and burst into tears, as if they couldn't believe what was in front of them, as if they had the illusion of waking up from a nightmare all at once.

Nie Mufeng glanced at the sky deeply, Yan Jingchen, did you still do it?

"You can't mess with it yet, there are still many monsters and monsters left under the mountain, and it's up to us to ......" I don't know which sect elder shouted, but his voice was quickly drowned out by the wave-like cheers that erupted up and down the Little Sumeru Mountain.

In the vast sea of people, there was a sensation, and many people suddenly involuntarily raised their heads, closed their eyes, and breathed deeply!

The evil aura that has been shrouded in the sky is slowly dissipating, revealing the shadow of the blue sky, and the warm sunlight is once again sprinkled on the world, shining on everyone's face, with a long-lost warmth.