A celestial barrier has become an abyss of despair in front of Tianyuan Zhuxiu. They have worked so hard to escape here, but find that they still cannot escape. This makes them feel desperate, and some people guess that the saint and Dujie They have all been robbed, and it is impossible to save them again, and it also makes them feel endless panic... If they escaped and could not find a saint or an old cultivator who crossed the robbery to help them, then what is the point of escaping? the difference? Sooner or later, it will be the end of being found and suppressed by the gods, then...
That kind of subdued thought has once again emerged from the hearts of many people!
"Live to the slave, die to the unyielding!"
In the distance, inside the battlefield, the shouts of the God Race creatures sounded again. As most of the monks fled to the edge of the battlefield as if dying, and the God Race creatures chased after them, the core of the battlefield was also moving towards the edge. Above the nine heavens, Countless figures with terrifying aura descended, split into three directions, and rushed towards the Tianyuan cultivator who was waiting to break out in the area of the sky barrier. They were obviously among the god race creatures who were entangled by Master Tu Ling and who had not been separated for a while. The strong man, at this time, finally divided into a few people to suppress and kill the Quartet.
"Hand over the third son, or the barbarian clan will be demolished!"
There were also people shouting in the center of the battlefield, it was the Nine Lords of the Little Immortal Realm who freed up their hands, and several people rushed out. At this time, Old Immortal Yuan, who had been forced into a disadvantage, was powerless to stop him, he was already At the end of the crossbow, he was covered in blood, his beard was fluttering, and the divine light on his body had already dimmed. Six of the nine little fairy world lords had been separated. The two of them went to chase and kill their original target, and only The three little celestial masters were surrounding Old Immortal Yuan, suppressing him with all sorts of supernatural powers, preparing to finally take his life.
"There is no way out, there are pursuers behind, we can't escape..."
At this juncture, someone yelled in despair, kneeling down in mournful form: "...surrender!"
"We are the immortal species, high above us, our immortal ancestors once cleared the world, and the books are full of brilliance. My hometown, Tianyuan, was once known as the center of the universe, the place where Taoism originated. We are destined to rest with the sky, with the sun and the moon Tonghui, how can he be a servant of an evil demon from outside the territory?"
Someone even shouted at this time: "The descendants of the immortal ancestors, I would rather die than surrender, and fight them!"
Subduing and desperately became the two major choices in the hearts of all cultivators at this time. Some people were really afraid, even if they were slaves, they had to live on. Later, some people would rather die than surrender, thinking that the brilliance of the Tianyuan ancestors was all there, and that brilliance had already melted into their blood, forming a kind of pride. In spite of Xiao Xiao's fate, he will never bow to the creatures outside the territory, willing to be slaves...
Rumble!
The descending figure from the nine heavens has already approached from above!
In the center of the battlefield, the world lord of the Little Immortal Realm, who was chasing after Hao Dang, has also led endless creatures of the God Race to rush over like a tide!
At this moment, no matter what Zhuxiu thinks in his heart, one thing is certain, that is, despair has come to his heart!
"Third aunt, what shall we do?"
The female disciples of Fuyao Palace were also full of panic, and looked at the leader Xiangu who had a broken arm.
The one-armed fairy girl glanced at Fang Xing who was being held in the arms of the fifth child at this time, and fell silent, her eyes hesitating.
"Xiaoxianjie is eyeing him. If we don't hand him over, we will die!"
Fifth Fairy said calmly, without any emotion.
The one-armed fairy girl naturally understands this truth, and now they can't escape, if they don't hand over Fang Xing, then they won't even have a chance to surrender, they will only be suppressed and killed, those angry little fairy world masters are very clear The Illustrates the point...
"If he were Hong'er, would you still think about handing him over?"
The one-armed fairy was silent for a while, then suddenly said coldly.
A group of Fuyao palace female disciples immediately became awe-inspiring. They looked at each other and stood outside with their swords in hand. Facing the surging god creatures that were coming from the sky and the ground, the one-armed fairy girl also flew up to the sky, looking at the rushing creatures from the distance. The lord of the little fairy world, and the fairy who was holding Fang Xing, took a step back and stood at the core, hugging Fang Xing so tightly that he was almost out of breath.
"Whoever dares to resist will be shot to death!"
The protoss strongmen who rushed up from the Nine Heavens shouted loudly, waved their palms to suppress, and swept the area majesticly. The Tianyuan monks who fled to the edge, some people were red-eyed at this time and rushed to the sky. His knees softened and he fell to the ground...
And the world master of the little fairy world even stared at a group of female disciples in Fuyao Palace, especially at Fang Xing who was hugged by them, with gloomy eyes and infinite murderous intent. The master is a short, dark-skinned old man, he swept past the one-armed fairy, and suddenly sneered: "Xiang Muxin, hand me over..."
"Won't!"
The one-armed fairy replied quietly, and even asked back: "Do you think Yaochi fairy will be afraid because of a word from you, a bereaved dog?"
Hearing the words "Sorrowful Dog", the dark old man's eyes were as sharp as a sword: "This little devil made a scene at the Fairy Fairy Fairy Fair in Kunlun Mountains and stole the Peach Garden. The old man saw it all. Want to fight to the death, but also protect this enemy?"
His words attracted the attention of many monks around him, and they turned their eyes.
Facing so many concerned eyes, the one-armed fairy girl lowered her eyebrows slightly, as if she was also thinking about this question. After a long while, she finally raised her head and answered calmly, but firmly: "Our Tianyuan Conflicts among our own people, quarrels, and even fights and killings are all our own affairs, we can solve them behind closed doors, so how can it be your turn for outsiders to point fingers?"
boom!
Such an ordinary sentence seemed to touch a chord in the hearts of many cultivators, making them think of something.
And the little fairy world lord became very angry in an instant, and shouted: "Then you are looking for death!"
"What are you going to do with them talking so much nonsense, since you are looking for death, you will fulfill her!"
In the air, several God Race creatures shouted loudly, and directly slapped them down with their palms.
The mighty divine power swept the surroundings, descended from the sky, and landed directly on the female disciples of Fuyao Palace. Under such terrifying power, even the Nascent Soul Mahayana, such as the One-armed Fairy, was obviously hard to resist. The group of female disciples didn't even have the strength to hold their swords. They looked at the sky almost in despair. Some of them had already closed their eyes, waiting for the power to come.
However, until this time, they still held the sword in their hands, and none of them let go.
"Hehe, the old man has been comprehending the truth all his life, and this truth is the most in line with the old man's wishes..."
But just when this terrifying power came, and all the disciples of Fuyao Palace were already despairing, a voice sounded faintly from far away. It is clear, it seems to be very calm, but it also seems to contain endless terrifying power, so that the expressions of several protoss powerhouses in the air suddenly changed when the sound sounded, and they withdrew their palms, concentrating on themselves , and then vigilantly swept towards the place where the voice came from, eyes full of surprise.
And around this barrier, all the practitioners also looked towards the place where the sound came from.
Beyond the sky barrier, in the void, there was an old man wearing a Confucian costume, walking slowly with his shoulders bent, holding a rusty sword in his hand. The ordinary people who practiced martial arts are much worse, but he has a certain strange quality, which attracts the attention of the heavens and the world, and people can't help but want to see him and pay attention to his every move!
He was not walking fast, but step by step, he approached the location of the sky barrier, but he didn't have the slightest intention to stop.
"It's him!"
At this time, the owner of the Baiyujing Danxiang Building, who was guarding outside the sky barrier and was trying to save people, saw this person, his expression changed drastically when he saw this person, and he immediately led his disciples to step aside, then hesitated, and shouted : "Senior, the barrier cannot be broken that day..."
Before he finished speaking, he closed his mouth.
Because when there was still a hundred feet away from that barrier, the old Confucian scholar had already drawn his sword.
The rusty sword, which seemed to be about to rot, was handed out by him at this moment, and it slashed towards the towering sky barrier!
"Wow..."
As if a giant curtain fell to the ground, or glass shattered, the huge translucent sky barrier was covered with cracks when he struck it with his sword, and fell rumbling down, endless divine light and thunder force It was annihilated, causing several huge cracks to appear in the void, and then completely disappeared between the heaven and the earth. Even the huge beams of light standing far away in three directions suddenly became extremely dim at this time, and then It gradually disappeared. During this process, the old Confucian scholar slowly withdrew his sword without even slowing down!
"You... who are you?"
Whether it was the world lord of the Little Immortal Realm, or the powerhouses of the God Race, they were all startled, and someone shouted in a deep voice, their voice trembling slightly.
"I?"
The old Confucian scholar's dizzy eyes swept forward, looked at Old Immortal Yuan who was suppressed by three little fairy world masters in the middle of the battlefield, and looked at Bai Qianzhang who was fighting fiercely at the sky barrier in the other direction , and looked at the helpless disciples of Fuyao Palace, Fang Xing, who had been hugged tightly by them and rolled his eyes, finally sighed deeply: "I am a loser who seeks the Tao, a person who has been forgotten. A dead man, a sinner who has been imprisoned for three hundred years, or an old man who helps people keep accounts and guard the gate... "
While rambling on, he took another step: "But no matter what, I'm still a member of my own family!"