After all, it is still hard to let go, let alone forget.
The seventeen people who appeared behind the Ghost Gate, not far from the people of the Nineteen Continents, stood there in mid-air, holding sharp swords, looking forward, with high spirits on their faces! m.166xs.cc
How many people have sensed a sense of indescribable familiarity in his expression at this moment
Among the Nineteen Continents, there are only two sects famous for their swords!
One is Kunwu, the other is Yashan!
Judging from the temperament and clothing of these seventeen people, they have nothing to do with Kunwu...
The monks of Kunwu were already looking at each other in bewilderment; on the other side of Yashan, there was an instant commotion, and everyone was whispering to each other, as if they were all discussing the origins of these seventeen monks who had suddenly appeared.
Only the monks who knew the inside story fell silent at this moment.
That oppressive, dead silence!
As early as when Jianchou escaped from the Jiyu Shitian Creation Array and returned to Yashan via the Tomorrow Star Sea, he informed the elders in the sect of everything that happened in the Jiyu Ding dispute that year. Later, there was the Tomorrow Star Sea meeting, so of course, these important news could not be concealed from the other powerful people in the Nineteen Continents.
Otherwise, if you encounter it and have no way to deal with it, disaster will be imminent.
It can be said that when the powerful people in the Nineteen Continents heard about the matter of Jiyu Zhong Lanling from Jianchou, they were already worried in secret. If they really met him, how would they face it
They have been practicing for hundreds or thousands of years and are already powerful beings!
But even though they had imagined the situation they were facing at this moment in their minds hundreds and thousands of times, when these puppets that looked no different from living people appeared in front of them, they could not control their grief and anger!
This is tantamount to asking them to kill their former companions with their own hands!
Jianchou stood on the wasteland, looking at the seventeen figures standing in the distance. All he could hear was the confused words of Zhong Lanling holding his zither in the old days during the battle in Hell...
And the horrific scene she had seen on him.
At this moment she didn't even dare to open her eyes and look at those seventeen people!
However, since she is already powerful now, why should she open her mind again
Everything you see is completely transparent!
In the eyes of others, those seventeen people were outstanding and each had their own charm. However, in the eyes of the powerful monks, they were all monsters pieced together from pieces!
The eyes are one shape, the nose is another; the neck is one shape, the shoulders are another; the palms are one shape, the legs are another...
Some of it comes from the young, some from the old;
Some parts come from men, some parts come from women!
But there seemed to be a strange force that, like clay, glued the fragments together, making "them" look like living normal people, even the expressions on their faces were so vivid!
Compared to Zhong Lanling back then, "they" are more perfect.
Even though they were so far away, Jianchou could still clearly feel the strong beating of their chests...
It’s intentional!
It has its own mind and consciousness!
She seemed to be able to hear the sad songs from every part of “their” bodies, as if she could hear the most desperate roars that echoed through the years…
But all of this!
All of them are hidden under this seemingly perfect body and calm face!
Hate, disgust, anger, sadness...
All kinds of emotions suddenly surged up and intertwined, making her feel her stomach cramp again and again.
She couldn't take a step forward, and even the sword in her hand seemed to be unstable.
Under the fierce offensive of the Nineteen Continents, without the support of Lord Yama and the advantage of the formation, the ghost cultivators of the Extreme Realm were almost defeated.
Even the King of Hell has run away, how can they withstand it
After a short while, those who were fleeing in all directions had retreated to the gates of hell, and those who dared to fight were all wiped out!
On the wasteland before the Ghost Gate, there were countless traces of scars, leaving only those seventeen "monk"s confronting nearly ten thousand monks from the Nineteen Continents!
"Sin..."
When the three Zen masters in the back saw this scene, they all recalled the injustice that the Buddhist community had committed in the past. They immediately lowered their heads and closed their eyes, unable to bear to watch any longer.
But most of the monks still don’t understand what exactly happened.
They just keenly noticed something strange from the difficult-to-read expressions and incomprehensible silence of their respective teachers and elders, and slowly quieted down.
There was a sudden silence among the monks of Yashan.
Others may not know, but how could the disciples under Master Fudao not know
Kou Qianzhi, Shen Jiu, Bai Yin, and Chen Weishan all clenched their swords tightly at this moment, but when they looked around, were there any enemies they wanted to kill
Those seventeen people on the high place are clearly old friends!
Even without the old friend's face, it is full of the aura of the old friend!
They had drawn their swords thousands and thousands of times to fight against the injustice, injustice and unfairness in this world, but at this moment, with the swords in their hands, they were unable to pull them out even an inch!
Jiang He, the eighth junior brother who ranked last, also had a look of confusion on his slightly plump face.
His eyes slowly turned and finally fell on the person in front.
Fudaoshanren.
His usually unkempt and shabby figure seemed to remain the same, but nothing in the past could make him tremble.
Because he is the guide of Yashan!
He is the most senior cultivator currently living in Yashan, the person with the highest status in Yashan, and the law enforcement elder in the central region of the Nineteen Continents!
But today, that skinny figure is clearly trembling!
Holding the nine-section bamboo tightly, the muscles and bones on the back of the hand are fully revealed!
Veins on his forehead were throbbing, as if something in his chest had suddenly exploded, dragging him into the unknown and turbulent undercurrent...
As early as when I heard Chou mention this matter, I should have known that this scene would happen.
But why...
The emotions that have lasted for eleven decades seem to be rekindled, making people unable to control themselves and fall into unknown hatred and unwise anger
Fudaoshanren tried his best to control his emotions which were out of control at the moment.
Zhenren Hengxu had already heard the sigh of "sin" coming from behind, and his face was moved for a moment, but he was the chief of Kunwu, he was the leader of the righteous path!
Even if the whole world is in chaos, he should not be in chaos!
His eyes closed slightly, and all the unstable emotions in his eyes were forcibly concealed and suppressed.
He knew very well that he had already won the battle, and all that remained was to clean up this insignificant "tail"!
When he opened his eyes again, his face was full of grimness!
Master Hengxu calmly and firmly ordered: "Zhao Zhuo, Yue He, Wu Duan! Go, quickly destroy these seventeen evil monsters!"
The Zhuoran Sword is owned by Zhao Zhuo, the Jiangliu Sword is owned by Yue He, and the White Bone Dragon Sword is owned by Wu Duan!
None of the three had expected that Master Hengxu would give such an order, but as they all knew the inside story, they were stunned for a moment and then understood Master Hengxu's intention.
These monsters are no longer considered monks from Yashan!
Now, the cultivators of Yashan, especially the cultivators of Fudaoshan, may not be willing to take action when they see the aura of their old friend. In this case, it would be better for Kunwu to be the bad guy and kill these seventeen "people" to put an end to this war once and for all!
But no one expected that just as the three men were about to charge forward, a furious shout exploded directly above the devastated wasteland!
Nearly ten thousand cultivators from the Nineteen Continents heard it clearly!
It’s the voice of Fudaoshan people!
"Get out of here!!!"
"Help!"
Zhenren Hengxu did not expect that Shanren Fudao would actually speak out to stop him. He could not suppress his anger for a moment and also became really angry and shouted at him!
"The overall situation comes first, don't act on impulse!"
"Get out of here too!"
What responded to Master Hengxu was a louder but hoarser shout. When Fudaoshanren turned around, his eyes were already red!
His skinny body was shaking uncontrollably, and his chest was rising and falling.
Every word is so heart-wrenching!
"The old souls of Yashan will be killed by the people of Yashan!"
At this moment, tears rolled down Jianchou's eyes.
Yixiantian was trembling and wailing in her hands!
She could only use all her strength to hold it, and to clench her sudden and unexpressed murderous intent!
What can I do
So what?!
Even though you know that most of those living people are made up of the souls of former Yashan disciples, those people in the past really no longer exist...
It was just one ugly illusion after another.
You should use your coldest and hardest heart, raise the sharpest sword in your hand, and kill all enemies that block your progress with the sword, let "them" be reduced to ashes, and pave a smooth road to the sky under your feet!
But whose heart is made of iron or stone
It beats hotly in the chest, and the grief spreads along with the blood throughout the body and to every corner of the soul, uncovering the deepest old scar in the heart, making everything cruel and bloody!
In the army formation, when all the disciples of Yashan raised their swords high, Jianchou felt that the great irony and sorrow had overwhelmed her and suffocated her!
Ten thousand sword lights fell in an instant!
At this moment, Jianchou did not follow.
She took a step back slowly...
He did not look at how the sword light fell, nor did he look at how the seventeen "people" who were holding swords like puppets but did not move at all were drowned and destroyed by the endless and familiar sword light, nor did he look at the expressions of his fellow disciples on Yashan Mountain...
It was as if in a dream.
Jianchou turned around with unsteady steps.
With swords in hand, the crowd surges!
Familiar or unfamiliar faces passed by her one after another, but she seemed to be unable to hear any sound. She just walked towards the other end of the wasteland illuminated by the sword light in the dazzling light of thousands of sword lights behind her...
Against the crowd.
This day was the nineteenth day since the Yin-Yang Realm War was restarted. Nearly ten thousand cultivators from the Nineteen Continents put aside their prejudices and finally worked together to capture the Ghost Gate, which was the gateway to the seventy-two cities in the Extreme Realm, and won the crucial first victory.
Countless monks, shining stars!
Many people's ingenious plans and wisdom have left a strong mark in the history of the Nineteen Continents. Names such as Jianchou, Qu Zhengfeng, Xie Buchen and others have been passed down for a long time in later generations.
It seemed like this was an undoubted big win.
But at this moment, Jianchou was only thinking about one question in his confused heart: what is losing, what is…
Win again
Did they really win a big victory