The smile on Dongfang Sansan's face was tired, and he said: "So this time, it is imperative to warn the world with blood. Otherwise, once we people are gone, no one can cure this kind of corruption. Because for future generations,

, they will not have the prestige and intimidating power of creation like us, let alone the courage and qualifications to scrape bones and cure poison!"

"We are cleaning up now. We can withstand the pressure of counterattacks from all the famous families. But if we are not behind, even if the descendants are stronger than us, they will not be able to stop the counterattacks of the famous families all over the world! You know!"

Xue Fuxiao asked in confusion: "Why are you so pessimistic today? Are you always saying that we are not here? How could we not be here?"

Dongfang Sansan looked at the white clouds in the sky with his hands behind his hands, and said calmly: "Because I have a premonition that the final battle between the Guardian and the Solipsism...should not be far away."

"After such a tragic decisive battle... we will definitely wither in the battle... Even if we win after one battle and destroy the Solipsism, our mission will be completed."

"As long as the Solipsism is destroyed, even if we are still alive, we have worked hard for thousands of years and don't want to stay in this position for a long time and continue to work hard. You understand."

"So by that time, whether we wither on the battlefield or retire after success, we will inevitably hand over power to future generations."

"It would be better if we succeeded and retired from this continent, because although we are not in power, we are still alive after all. But if we really die in the battle...I am afraid that internal riots in the world will come soon!"

Dongfang Sansan said calmly: "So I must clean up this world before the decisive battle! Let all our generation carry away this boundless killing!"

"Leave a truly peaceful and prosperous age for at least the next few thousand years!"

Dongfang Sansan smiled and said: "Xiaoxue, it is of course our mission to resist the Solipsistic Orthodoxy and protect the continent. But it is also our mission to clean the continent, scrape the bones and cure poison, and leave long enough peace for future generations to thrive...

!”

"It is our responsibility!"

Dongfang Sansan sighed.

Xue Fuxiao was a little stunned: "You have actually planned to wait thousands or even ten thousand years later?"

"Otherwise?" Dongfang Sansan smiled.

"But this continent is not just for ten thousand years. So what about the next tens of thousands or tens of millions of years?"

"That...I can't control that."

Dongfang Sansan smiled, with infinite longing in his eyes, and said: "Perhaps...by that time, there will be another Dongfang Sansan, Xue Fuxiao, Rui Qianshan and others appearing..."

Xue Fuxiao also laughed happily and said: "Yes."

"But there shouldn't be another Fang Che."

The Three Three Ways of the East.

"Um?"

"Fang Che is a killing sword."

Dongfang Sansan had infinite admiration in his eyes and said, "His achievements will far surpass yours in the future! Do you believe it?"

Xue Fuxiao scratched her head and said, "Maybe."

"Haha..." Seeing Xue Fuxiao's obvious disbelief, Dongfang Sansan laughed again.

Asked: "Is this time easy?"

"It's much easier than in previous years."

"Then take it easy."

Dongfang Sansan said calmly: "You will be busy soon."

"ah?"

…

Fang Che, the 'sword of killing' that Dongfang Sansan calls, is flying across the mysterious realm of Gu, killing people constantly.

As his cultivation progressed faster and faster day by day, Fang Che once again found the feeling of 'coming and going freely and calmly' in the mysterious realm of Gu.

But of course not invincible.

During the whole process, he met two strong men again, both of whom were the kind of strong men who would have to flee after fighting hard.

The cultivation of these two people gave Fang Che a very familiar feeling: they were basically the same as the first person he killed!

Fang Che has already figured out the cultivation level of one of them.

Saint level five!

This is far beyond the scope of Fang Che's leapfrog fighting.

Fang Che's highest combat power, if he uses his trump card, should be on par with the third-level saint level, but he can't beat the fourth-level one!

But I didn’t expect that there were actually several fifth-grade saints in it!

Moreover, these guys have so much advanced cultivation that after hiding their auras, even Fang Che can't tell them apart unless they are actually fighting each other.

This is very helpless.

"It's so insidious! These old guys are so insidious! They are at the fifth level of the Saint level and they still come in to have sex!"

Every time Fang Che was chased, he would curse him thousands of times.

But the Night Demon's killing power and its huge potential for leapfrog fighting have aroused the fear and murderous intent of many saint-level masters!
Chapter completed!