"The martial arts are immortal, and the human race will last forever!"
"The meaning of a cultivator's existence is to protect."
"Our own homeland, we will defend it ourselves!!"
The mortals stared at this scene in a daze, at the monks who built the Great Wall with their flesh and blood to block them.
I couldn't help but burst into tears, crying so hard that I couldn't make a sound.
I don't know who yelled: "The performance of martial arts is immortal, and the human race will last forever!!"
The hands of mortals are held together one by one, surrounding young children, old people and women.
In the eyes of fear and hesitation, now there is a determination to die.
They are always ready.
Once the defense line of the cultivators is broken through, they will use their flesh and blood to protect the last hope of the human race.
They are weak, but they will protect their homeland at all costs.
…
boom! !
At this moment, there was a violent explosion in the sky.
The blood pupils of the seventh-level ghouls who had been watching the show suddenly opened wide, with a stern look on their faces.
In the void, Yaori, who had already taken full advantage, unexpectedly had a crack.
The cold light of Yinyue flourished, and the nine stars quickly moved towards Yinyue.
Jun Muyan actually gained the upper hand in the battle with Mo Qingshan.
Or, for the first time, it gained the upper hand.
This is, not so good.
The blood pupils of the seventh-level ghouls turned around, and their evil and calculating eyes fell on the battlefield below.
Instead of allowing Jun Muyan to survive, re-establish the rules to prevent it from occupying this world.
It would be better to let Mo Qingshan survive.
Because it knows that Mo Qingshan is going to the main world through the gate of the sky.
Even though Mo Qingshan is stronger and more terrifying, the threat to it is not that great.
Thinking of this, the seventh-level ghoul disappeared in place.
…
Under the gate of the sky.
Mo Qingshan looked down at his chest expressionlessly.
There was a hole in there.
Different from Jun Muyan's blood hole, in the blood hole on his chest, only a spar-like thing can be seen.
That is Mo Qingshan's [Raksha Heart], and it is also the core that carries his life and soul.
Only when Rakshasa's heart is completely shattered and disappeared, his life will end.
But at this time, a crack appeared in the heart of Rakshasa, which was supposed to be invincible.
Moreover, the crack is still expanding and spreading, like a spider web.
Mo Qingshan stroked the chest, and the wound disappeared, but the crack on [Raksha Heart] did not disappear.
Scary bluish-black cracks appeared on his face again.
A pair of icy blue eyes that seemed to be dull and mechanical fell on Muyan, with some difficulty pulling out a complicated expression on his face, "I was worried about the safety of those mortals and monks below, so it was all acting from beginning to end?"
"Because of the performance just now, the power of faith continuously provided you with strength. You pretended to use Kagmusha skills to heal and assist them, but you were actually accumulating energy just to give me a fatal blow. Right?"
Muyan panted violently, her face turned pale.
Sweat rolled down her forehead, merging with blood.
She didn't answer Mo Qingshan's words, but quickly circulated the divine power in her body to repair the injuries on her body.
The melodious sound of the piano came from not far away, making the nine stars and the moon in the sky look even more sacred.
Mo Qingshan nodded slowly: "I take back what I said before, you are not a woman at all. In terms of cruelty, you are more cruel than me... Have you ever thought about it, in this way, the seventh-level ghoul, Those humans below will not be spared."