"It's funny. Maybe this is the reason why the Chinese nation has been passed down to this day. The idea of ​​not being able to die has been rooted in the blood."

He sighed, "Including my blood."

"What is an immortal? A mountain next to the character "Honey" is suppressing all your thoughts you shouldn't have. In fact, I have long understood that practitioners who live for themselves can climb to heaven."

I remember Jiangnan bent down in pain, and his legs could be seen into powder with naked eyes. He said tremblingly:

"I have walked a long way and suffered a lot, but I still can't do it."

"There are gods who raise their heads three feet high, but the palms are three inches high, and the world is the homeland of suffering."

The lonely confession drifted away with the wind, and the old monster in the abyss slowly closed his eyes.

What is an immortal?

The explanation of Zhongyuan is just right.

People and mountains.

They understand that they try their best to escape the responsibility of the turbid world and stay in the abyss to practice.

But can we escape today's humiliation?

The deeper you fall in the world, the further away you are from the sky.

Damn Han slave!

"You don't have to feel guilty. I died for the nation. You can bring hope to the nation more than I do."

The voice of recalling Jiangnan became more and more hoarse, and my body was cracked inch by inch, and blood was like a magnificent spring.

"Actually you should have killed in." He continued to look at the boundless corpse, and also looked at the unmoving figure in the muddy and blood bones.

Gu Changan was silent and looked up at the gilded city wall, "I know this road is right, but I never walked before."

"Because it's too hard." Yi Jiangnan followed suit.

The two of them had blood seeped each other and they looked at each other and smiled.

“It’s really miserable to be a hero.”

I recall Jiang Nan whispering helplessly and slowly closed my eyes.

He remembered his hometown. When he was a child, he often walked alone in the rain with an oil-paper umbrella, lightly crossed the bluestone path, and crossed several bridges. He didn't know that his sleeves were half wet.

But that was also a memory from thirty years ago. Jiangnan was left with only moisture in his heart and the drizzle that would never last forever.

"It's not too late, but unfortunately I couldn't die in Jiangnan."

Taoist priests who lived for their whole life only had their own life to die for the Chinese nation and died suddenly.

It’s a pleasure to die when a person dies!

The military exercise was more thorough than a heavily broken porcelain, with only the tattered Taoist robe left on the ground.

The scattered qi turned into a strange phenomenon and swept through the air, which seemed to be swept into the hearts of countless people in the Holy City.

Helpless and confused.

The moment the cross ghosts shattered, their hearts almost burst.

Who will judge?

Who will punish sanctions?

Let the demons slaughter the holy city endlessly and slaughter them forever...

"Rise the sword and see off!"

In the dead silence, just four short words suddenly burst into sounds, shooting towards every corner with violent and violent storm.

The collision sound of "clang clang" seems to wash away the anger of the nation!

The five thousand swords that had been inserted into the skull first flew away from the sky spirit cap and flew into the air. Then four thousand swords hung in the air from the scabbard cultivators for no reason.

Nine Thousand Swords!

The holy city is filled with world-weary sword force, covering the sky and the sun emitting a hideous sound of swords.

“Stronger…”

Countless practitioners suddenly felt suffocated and looked up at the green streaks covering their heads.

The black and white skinned people crawled on the ground, their bodies trembling constantly.

The first time was five thousand swords.

Now it is nine thousand swords.

The more you kill, the more terrifying it is, the devil is completely!

"Where is God..."

The devout believer begged and ended his desperate day as soon as possible.

It turns out that war is so terrible, and it turns out that being invaded is so helpless.

But the sword hangs without falling.

Gu Chang'an jumped up gently, and suddenly he broke away like a storm, galloping with thunder and pointed directly at the golden foil city pillar.

"bar--"

The shrill roar shook the city wall.

The half-pillar sky gate was filled with light, and the chaotic turbulent waves of qi rolled in white hair, and seven land gods rushed towards them like lightning.

puff!

Gu Chang'an's flesh and blood exploded one after another, and the wind roared and avalanches wherever he went, like white ribbons sprinkled in all directions.

Tuobatian's body was stiff inch by inch, and he watched the soul shadows filled with blood mist rushing towards him quickly.

Thirty feet apart.

Twenty feet.

Ten feet.

...

Five zhang.

Nine Thousand Swords fell instantly.

The endless wailing sounds of the holy city gathered into a graceful poem, and nine thousand people died suddenly at the same time.

The lonely soul, which was originally smashed into flesh and blood by the land god, now grew out of arms and sleeves.

The snow-white sleeves actually made the purple boy in Tuoba Tianxia sting.

Turn into a sword with your body.

She will die...

A pair of dragon horns on her head flashed with electric light as thick as a bowl's mouth. The electric light swam to her five fingers. She only glanced at the old woman in the wedding dress beside her, clenched her fists and hit her back, and then turned around and escaped.

clang!

Gu Chang'an's body emitted the crispest sword sound in the world and rushed towards the old woman.

Although the latter is blocked by a horizontal fist in time, the energy is disordered due to the heavy force pushed from the waist and back, and the body is cut into two pieces by the "sword".

From the abdomen, the lower body exploded and embedded into the city wall, and the upper body was carried by a bloody hand alone.

Gu Changan looked at the figure of the dragon robe who was running away with regret, then grabbed the old woman's blonde hair and knocked her down to the golden foil city pillar.

The old woman in the wedding dress swung and shook her head forward and backward, left and right, and her head hit Jinzhu and made a dull sound. Her eyes were red because of the blood, and her facial features were twisted beyond recognition.

Ten thousand long swords with great momentum were hung in the air again, and the old woman in the wedding dress was smashed to pieces and died.

Ten thousand swords!

"She has blocked the disaster for you." Gu Changan stared at his twitching fingers, stood on the top of the pillar and chuckled.

The laughter was calm, calm, and there was no emotional ups and downs.

But the entire holy city is like a gloomy tomb cellar, without a single sound.

Everyone knows that this sentence is said to the God Crown.

They all saw that scene, the God Crown Grandpa made the most shameful move in order to escape.

If it weren't for pushing the Abyss Messenger to the "Sword", she might have died.

O God!

The leader of the Supreme Kingdom of God and the lord of the City of Sky, would be so cowardly.

"kill!

"Tuoba Tianxia's hair was disheveled, hovering in the air where saints gathered together, and giving orders like crazy.

The saint of the abyss was secretly hurt and almost killed the monarch.
To be continued...