Li Changshou walked beside the army, looking at the overlapping figures, and he was still a little embarrassed.

Behind him, Feng'e searched the crowd with a little puzzled understanding, looking for the missing piece of his Taoist heart.

The Suiren, who was walking in the front of the army, had a trembling body, like a candlelight about to be extinguished, but he still stood proudly in the wind.

The sound of the horn stopped, and the Qiankun Tunnel, which seemed to have no end, extended infinitely under the feet of Suiren, only the sound of uniform footsteps, and the creaking sound of the wheels rolling.

It's been years.

‘Chief, there is no food here, everyone can’t hold on anymore.’

‘How long can I last?’

‘Six puns, seven puns, at most, there will be only seven puns. It will take seven days to get to the next crypt. Now that we don’t move, we may starve to death here.”

‘Don’t worry, the army of the demon clan has not withdrawn yet. I will think of another way to do food.’

The hunched figure sat cross-legged in the wet crypt, looking at the firewood and sticks in front of him, and lowered his head and rubbed slowly.

At that time, I always thought, when will this day of hiding and hiding end?

…

‘This is the only way.’

The old man looked at the inscription illuminated by the torch in his hand, and raised his hand to stroke the lines of words on the inscription.

‘Chief, let’s do it.’

‘I am the strongest and the highest cultivation level in the clan. Only I can resist the invasion of the Demon Ancestor’s remnant soul…’

The old man whispered, his eyes full of determination.

‘The leader is too dangerous, if you can’t resist it!’

‘Then kill me, turn my body into spiritual energy, and cultivate the next leader.’

The big hand pressed on the stone tablet, crushing the stone tablet directly, and swallowed by black light, but his eyes were always firm and unyielding.

Just a magic flame.

…

Under the sky, there are rolling palaces and endless army of demon clans shrouded the entire sky.

On the earth, countless men, women, young and old holding weapons stood quietly, but the anger was about to soar into the sky.

At the front, at the front.

There were 30,000 figures wrapped in black gas. They devoured endless light, burned with hot red fireworks, and looked at the old figure in front of them with fanatical eyes.

Men...

Give me your lives and leave your faith to those who come to the future.

The demonic energy enters my soul, and the demonic magic weapon is stained with blood.

The sky belongs to the demon clan, the earth belongs to the witch clan, and the human clan has only companions, and only you and me are left. We move forward so that our descendants do not have to hide from each other, and that our descendants stand upright on this land to look at the sky!

The torch is endless!

The torch is endless...

‘Yes, where is the sword?’

In the flame tunnel where the Qiankun collapsed, the old man walking in the front raised his hand and touched his empty waist, and then thought of something.

In front of the sea of ​​chaos, the old man's memories gradually faded away.

Suddenly, thunder sounded, and boundless thunder rushed over, easily shattered by the flames gushing out in front of the old man.

Another thing was seen as the wind of annihilation was blowing from all directions. The old man raised his hand and drew a simple and mysterious symbol. The sound of the wind stopped and returned to silence.

Behind him, countless heroes were moving forward, silent, and a faint fire burned on their foreheads, making them not afraid of the tearing of the chaotic aura or the squeeze of the universe.

The eyes were still firm, just like the moment they had faced death.

Widths of Taoist rhyme that can give birth to the inner demons fill the path, but they cannot shake any of these heroic spirits.

They live for the only faith.

They have only the last spirit and obsession left.

Just like the old man in front, lying at the bottom of the lake and looking at the sky, they were always looking at the old man's back, waiting for him to raise his arms and shout, waiting for him to point where he points.

On the chariot, Emperor Xuanyuan was in the middle to dispatch it, and the thoughts were conveyed, and the battle formation was constantly changing as it progressed.

Zixiao Palace is right in front of you.

What they have to face will be the strongest will in this world;

What they do is to make a shout that the human race should have!

It doesn’t matter whether they sacrifice or not, they have long been ancient people in the book.

Suiren kept his steps, constantly blocking the attacks that appeared in the tunnel, and using flames to resist the endless pressure from outside the tunnel.

Li Changshou had a little uneasy in his eyes. He flashed and appeared directly in front of the army. He quickly caught up with Suiren and followed him.

"senior……"

"Needless to say, I probably know," Suiren smiled gently, "You have your difficulties, and it is already very gratifying for me to speak out for the human race.

Since the Human Emperor has become a Human Emperor, it is the backbone of our human race. The unreasonable suppression of the Heavenly Way is like killing our human race.

Our clan has never owed the way of heaven, so why did he suffer this insult?

It should be beaten.

But you have to remember to protect yourself no matter what happens later.

Also, the Taoist ancestor should not trust it after all."

Li Changshou clenched his fists slightly, and boldly took the Suiren's arm, and a wisp of information quickly passed.

That was his voice, and it was also the matter related to the human race in part of his calculations and planning.

Suiren frowned and turned his head to look at Li Changshou, and his steps were paused.

But then, he continued to move forward, suddenly chuckled, and then patted Li Changshou's shoulder with his backhand.

"You're fine, go do it.

Remember not to take action today, act according to your plan, we old ones first."

"Senior, I feel guilty."

"Don't want mother-in-law, the human race doesn't need these, go there, the way behind you are still going to go."

Suiren broke away from Li Changshou's support with his arm.

The Huangdi Xuanyuan lit a white cloud in the back. Li Changshou lowered his head and sighed, stepped into the clouds, and landed on the frame of the Huangdi Xuanyuan Huangdi along with the young E behind him, standing behind Huangdi.

The legendary emperor who commanded the three armies of Heroes turned his head and looked at Li Changshou with a little smile, and then continued to look at the palace at the end of the tunnel.

"Senior is going to work hard again."

Li Changshou was speechless and closed his eyes to calm down.

Heavenly Court, Lingxiao Palace.

The Jade Emperor in white sat quietly on the throne, wearing golden armor, holding the sword of the Emperor of Heaven, and quietly standing below the hundred righteous gods.

A treasure seal gently rotated in front of the Jade Emperor, and endless heavenly power was emitted on it. A scroll was projected below the treasure seal, which was a large army of human heroes walking in the long tunnel and heading towards Zixiao Palace.

Below, the gods remained silent, and they could only remain silent at this time.

Mu Gong stared at the figures with complicated eyes...

Once upon a time, he was also a part of it, but he was lucky enough to live and was placed in the heaven by a saint.

Alas, today is no longer the bloody nature of the past, but what flows in the body is still the blood of the human race.

"Your Majesty," said the god of justice in a low voice: "Heavenly Dao summons us to let the heavenly soldiers guard Zixiao Palace. If we don't move forward at this time, we may miss the opportunity to fight..."

"His Majesty!"

Mu Gong bent his legs and knelt down, shouting in a calm voice: "The rules of heavenly court, the divine power granted by the way of heaven, establish the order of the three realms, protect the heaven and earth and living beings!

There is no such thing as protecting Zixiao Palace!"

All the ministers in the palace were shocked.

Mu Gong closed his eyes tightly, his whole body trembled lightly, and his heart twisted into a ball.

He, he's desperate!

when!

The Jade Emperor in white put the sword in his hand in front of him and said calmly:

"Waiting for the will of the ancestor of Taoism."

The gods continued to remain silent, and the general who had spoken before also lowered his head and knelt down, his body still motionless.
To be continued...