On Qiantian Continent, the sun is shining brightly in the sky.
In the jurisdiction of Hongshan, Zhou Wenhao walked forward with a sword in hand, clearing the way with brilliant sword lights.
Behind him, a group of Sword Tower disciples, Dharma protectors, and practitioners from Hongshan followed him.
The crimson mountain has fallen.
The mountain top, which Zhou Qingchen regarded as a pillar of faith and represented the authority of Hongshan, was now inhabited by foreign warriors.
Li Zhaotian's confidante, the current leader of Hongshan, was killed by a powerful ghost on the top of the mountain and then swallowed by a brutal beast.
Liu Lingyun's body is nowhere to be found.
“It’s almost there!”
Zhou Wenhao, who has reached the middle stage of the Nirvana Realm, has vaguely seen several anchored sword boats. He knows that once he enters the sword boats, he will be able to lead everyone to escape the alien attack.
An eighth-level ghost warrior was performing a ritual on an altar built with piles of bones on the green hill that Zhou Wenhao had to pass by.
"Soul-calming!"
Six bone platforms were burning with pale flames.
The souls of many human practitioners howled in the white flames, forming waves of mental frenzy of despair and fear.
These faint white waves, which are invisible to the naked eye, spread out from different green hills and connect with each other.
Then, a layer of soul-suppressing restriction condensed in the void above Zhou Wenhao and his group, causing those disciples from the Sword Tower and Hongshan to suffer instantly.
“Puff! Puff!”
The soul is like a candle that goes out, or a bubble that explodes.
Below the state of concentration, practitioners whose souls have not been forged will have their unformed sea of consciousness and souls eroded in the blink of an eye.
"Jiang Yang!"
"Zihe!"
"Zeng Yulan!"
Qi Qingsong and Zhuang Yuyan groaned, and then they saw several people in their small allies unable to withstand the ghost clan's secret soul techniques, and fell to the ground with black smoke coming out of their eyes.
Tongming Peak, Jiang Yang. Yuyue Peak, Duan Jing, Xu Xuanlun.
Piaomiao Peak, Tang Can. Duanyuan Peak, Zeng Yulan, Song Zihe.
Several members of their small group had died in battle earlier. With the deaths of Zeng Yulan and Song Zihe, all of them except Qi Qingsong and Zhuang Yuyan were killed.
The cruelty of war made Qi Qingsong lose his composure and become bloodthirsty.
He no longer remembered how many ghosts, mountain ghosts and fire warriors he had killed along the way, nor did he know how many powerful and ferocious beasts he had killed. He thought his blood had become numb from killing.
After seeing Jiang Yang's death, he regained some clarity and consciousness from the killing and felt that he was still a flesh-and-blood person.
Rather than a bloody sword that only knows how to kill.
"The rest of you, follow me!"
Zhou Wenhao, who was gentle and elegant in the past, flew forward on his sword with disheveled hair. Sword lights and sword intent cut the earth, broke the ban in the void, and made a way for everyone.
His sword arm was bleeding.
At this moment, he was leading his fellow disciples to fight hard against the enemies and had already forgotten about the secret fight within the sect.
He recognized the cold reality earlier than his master Jiang Ran, and knew that facing the fierce alien beasts from the fifth realm, the fights within the sect were nothing.
If all the disciples of the Sword Tower were exterminated in the racial war and even the Sword Tower no longer existed, then what would be the point of their fight for power
This battle in Qiantian Continent not only dealt a heavy blow to Zhou Wenhao, but also woke him up with a blow.
He no longer differentiated between Qi Qingsong and Zhuang Yuyan, and began to treat them equally. He also took care of his fellow junior brothers and sisters who he used to have to be wary of.
He overdrawn his energy, allowing the spiritual sea in his dantian to dry up quickly, but he still wielded the sword to clear a path.
…
Xuanyou Continent.
Chen Weihuang, who also came from the Sword Tower, led the way with a flaming spiritual sword in his hand.
He was going to take people to an exchange point.
At that exchange point, there are large flying ships docked that can take people away alive.
Behind him, there were some outer and inner disciples of the Sword Tower, as well as some independent cultivators.
His original intention was to help his fellow junior brothers and sisters, but after falling into the Xuanyou Continent, he suddenly found that Pang Jian and Hu Yuanfei had already left.
He did not go with them, but stayed in Xuanyou Continent and participated in the final brutal battle of the Third Realm.
"Mr. Chen, why didn't the Immortal Realm participate in the battle?"
A wandering cultivator from the Soul Wandering Realm, whose best friend had died, followed Chen Weihuang and had just escaped from an attack by a group of Black Horns and Bull Demons. He couldn't help but ask.
“This is a tacit understanding.”
Chen Weihuang answered without smiling.
Behind him, there were dozens of surviving practitioners, all looking at him with blank expressions.
Casual practitioners like Lei Kun and Han Ting are also among this group of people.
When the battle broke out, they followed the Armor-Breaking Army and the powerful practitioners of the Guiji Sect and the Jiuli Sect, and went to the edge of the Xuanyou Continent to intercept the influx of alien beasts.
It went smoothly at the beginning, and both sides were evenly matched.
Later, more and more powerful aliens and ferocious beasts joined in. The ship they were on crashed, and the death toll around them gradually increased.
Seeing that they were about to collapse, they moved towards the locations set up as exchange points when their superiors allowed them to retreat.
However, no Immortal Realm masters from any of the major sects actually joined the war.
They clearly came down!
Lei Kun and others felt that if the Immortal Realm were willing to join the war, they would not be so miserable and would not have to rush to the exchange point in such a mess.
"Tacit understanding? Tacit understanding with alien races?" The casual cultivator shouted angrily.
Chen Weihuang's face was expressionless. He nodded and explained seriously, "We humans don't have any Immortal Realm warriors participating in the war, and the opponent's Level 9 Bloodline Warriors haven't really invested in the war. This is a kind of balance, a tacit agreement that everyone abides by in similar battles time and time again."
"Purgatory, there are only two intact lands in the third realm, and the rest are all broken lands."
"You should think carefully about how those broken pieces of land were created."
After hearing this, many people fell silent.
"One or two Immortal Realm, ninth-level bloodline warriors participated in the war that broke out between the Qiantian and Xuanyou continents. Some broken lands will appear on the land that cannot be repaired permanently. However, once this tacit understanding is broken, more Immortal Realm and ninth-level bloodline warriors will participate."
"Then Qiantian and Xuanyou will also shatter."
"Purgatory, there are not many intact worlds left. Whether it is us humans or the alien races who want to turn the tables, we don't want to take over a devastated world after winning."
After a brief explanation, Chen Weihuang raised his sword and cleared the way.
The people behind him no longer questioned anything and silently accepted this fact.
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The second realm, a broken land called Yinque.
Dong Tianze looked at the ghost altar that had been built a long time ago but had not received any information, and said, "Pang Jian must have been delayed by something."
"Below, the two continents of Qiantian and Xuanyou are being attacked frantically by alien races." Zhou Qingchen said in a deep voice.
After saying goodbye to Pang Jian, the two men flew in a random direction and arrived at this broken land called Yinque.
This fragmented land is home to many low-level practitioners from the Yinling Temple and Hongshan, as well as people from some families in the fourth realm.
In the second realm, the only complete world that truly belongs to the human race is the two continents of Demon Abyss and Qi Tian.
These two continents alone cannot accommodate all the people who migrated here, so more people coming from below were still settled in different fragments of land.
The two people originally wanted to wait for a message from Pang Jian so that they could go to a mysterious place, but they waited for no message from Pang Jian.
Just when the two were hesitating whether to find a way to go down to the mortal world to fulfill their duties as disciples.
An inner disciple of the Demon Sect who was in charge of this broken land came and found the two of them, bringing them devastating news.
Liu Lingyun, leader of the Hongshan Sect, died in battle.
The entire Yinling Temple was captured by foreign races, and the leader Han Zhiyuan was killed on the spot.
After the Demon Sect's disciples left, Dong Tianze and Zhou Qingchen sat against the cold rock wall, unable to recover for a long time.
"Sect Master Liu..." Zhou Qingchen licked the corner of his lips, adjusted his breathing, and said in a deep voice: "We are finished with Hongshan!"
Dong Tianze said nothing.
He suddenly remembered the last words Han Zhiyuan said when he took out the Yinling Blood Halberd and solemnly handed it to him, after instructing him on a few things: "Tianze, I only hope that you can take care of the disciples of the Yinling Temple in the future."
Only then did Dong Tianze realize that his master had already had a premonition that he might not survive.
"call!"
He took out the Yin Ling Blood Halberd, held it gently in both hands, moved his lips twice, and said something vague that even Zhou Qingchen couldn't hear clearly.
“I will do my best.”
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A forbidden place.
The Ice-Armored Eel Dragon dragged the dragon corpse and sank into the palace at the bottom of the lake.
The queen bee and her many subordinate bees and insects captured the dragon soul of the five-clawed golden dragon and brought it into the hive.
Pang Jian was looking at the Source Demon Sword that had pierced the golden dragon horn and the sharp dragon claws on the ground. He was hesitating whether to wait for the Source Demon Sword to take in all the dragon horns and claws, or to leave early.
Through communication with the source demon, he learned that this sword was special and that it could only move when someone held the sword.
The sword itself has no ability to move.
If he was not here, after absorbing the golden sharp magic in the dragon's horn, the sword would not be able to absorb the mystery in the dragon's claws.
But he had an agreement with the Black Turtle, and he also told Zhou Qingchen and Dong Tianze that he would contact them later, and he had been in the strange fog for a long time now.
"As long as the claws and horns of the five-clawed golden dragon leave the strange fog, the old dragon will definitely notice it."
The source demon warned him, "The true god is fearless and dares to hang out in Purgatory holding the dragon horns. As for you, no matter where you are, as long as the dragon claws and dragon horns appear, the old dragon will definitely feel it. Unless, let me fully absorb the mystery."
Pang Jian frowned and pondered for a long time, and suddenly an idea came to him. He said, "There is a place that the old dragon cannot sense. You should be familiar with it."
As soon as he finished speaking, amid the Source Demon's terrified screams, he took out the copper box called the Qiankun Heaven and Earth Box and stuffed the Source Demon Sword, dragon horns, and dragon claws into it all at once.
With these foreign objects in the box, he couldn't put them into the bracelet, so he simply carried the box away.
He first teleported to the bee insect closest to Purgatory, then stepped out of the strange fog, and then relied on a piece of black tortoise shell to reach the Yunhuang wooden house on the rocky ground.
He thus returned smoothly to Purgatory.
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(End of this chapter)