Stick shadows were flying all the way, and broken limbs were flying everywhere.

Like a wolf entering the sheepfold, there is no one who can match it.

At this moment, there are only a hundred spiritual refiners in the life restricted area.

Except for a few Half-Saints with the strength of Half-Saint Bai Yu, the rest are probably nothing more than Taixu and his ilk.

How can any of these individuals withstand the impact of Evil God Yi or withstand the might of Overlord?

"ah!"

"No, don't kill me..."

"Dad! Dad! Let me go, let me go, ah——"

"Master Yue Gongli!!!"

From a bird's-eye view, everyone was running for their lives, like ripples gushing out.

Those who can escape from the restricted area of ​​life will be directly sacrificed by the sacrifice array.

Those who dare not escape from the restricted area of ​​life and huddle on the edge will be overtaken by evil spirits and beaten to death with sticks.

The picture is too horrific to look at.

…

"Don't be like this..."

The Half-Saint Chang Yi watched the people around him fall down one by one, clenched his hands into fists, and then was unable to let go.

He had already learned about Shen Yi's strength.

He had personally tested the overlord's hardness.

When the two of them are given the title of "ancestral god"... how can a semi-saint be able to challenge them?

"Bang!"

The shadows of flying sticks suddenly enlarged in front of my eyes.

His eyeballs were blown to pieces, his head was blown to pieces, and his entire body was turned into powder.

The soul was extracted, the consciousness was suppressed, and even the semi-holy person was swept past and swallowed by the wings of the infant.

"Dream……"

Fighting on the frontline battlefield for so many years;

After following in the footsteps of the leader of the Yansheng Alliance, he was named the "Seven Stars of the Northern Territory" as a war madman;

If you accept the "Order from the Holy Spirit" and say that you can commit suicide when you are tired of playing, you can exit the ruins without any restrictions;

After coming here, any junior I encountered was beaten to a pulp by him with a stick, as well as various young people who had mastered the power of their ancestors;

See the "ancestral god" in person;

"What..."

The pain is too short-lived.

So much so that until the moment before his death, Changyi didn't realize that he would be such a childish saint.

His thoughts stopped at this moment forever.

…

Bang!

Half-Saint Bai Yu's head flew high, and he could already see his lower body that was broken and shattered, moving away from him.

"It shouldn't be..."

Countless images flashed through his mind:

The inherently stunning attributes of the Holy Rainbow Ring;

The game of winning again and again, the youth of never being invincible;

His life experience is like that of a destined son, and he has traveled an unparalleled road across the five realms;

After being canonized, he will be placed at the bottom of the list and allowed to be bullied by others;

I am imprisoned in a corner, with mountains and rivers as my company, and I have spent several spring and autumn years;

Please see the opportunity and try your best to give it one last try, even if you fail and commit suicide to quit this path;

In the Snow Lotus Valley, even a little girl is accompanied by the Holy Emperor. This is called a child of destiny, and she is called a protagonist;

It turns out that the protagonist can also fall so quickly;

Semi-saint is not the end, semi-saint is just the starting point of becoming a slave;

But it can be considered that I have seen the ancestor gods and the world;

"Senior Mo Mo..."

Before his soul disappeared and his consciousness collapsed, Bai Yu looked at a vague headless figure in a white dress from a distance.

He remembered something, his soul blood was still in someone's hands.

He tried his best and spent his whole life shouting.

He could no longer hear the voice that he shouted out and then forgotten when he was thirty years old:

"Give...me...free..."

…

"Life is so fragile."

In a state of isolation, Xu Xiaoshou's eyes were gloomy, and he stared blankly at the evil god of Shura Dao who was also slaughtering wantonly in the restricted area of ​​life.

For a moment, he thought that he could take the risk and rush out, and maybe there would be a chance to save them.

But can they really be saved?

Zhan Dao, Taixu, and even Semi-Saint...

Sang Lao and the Water Ghost are still invincible, and the Half-Saint with average combat power can really persist in this game until the end and get out of the Ranming Ruins?

"The battle between the great avenues is never a child's play and is bound to be bloody."

The shot that the water ghost once fired in the deep sea under Guyin Cliff finally hit Xu Xiaoshou between the eyebrows.

The first time he saw it, it turned out that the half-saint was as brittle as a chicken. He couldn't even scream a complete sentence when he was being chopped to death.

I can't even jump.

“Unless you become a saint, you will always be a slave.”

The words that Bazun said when he first joined the Saint Slaves echoed in his mind unconsciously.

In fact, until the evil god also went crazy, Xu Xiaoshou didn't understand what the standard of "freedom" the Eight Masters were pursuing, and what the "answer" that the Saint Slaves were looking for was.

It seems that someone has explained it, but if you don't experience it yourself, you can't understand it at all.

Until now!

Until now!

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly understood the spiritual core of the struggle and resistance of Ba Zunzhen, Sang Lao, Cen Qiaofu, Shui Gui and others.

He clearly understood that among the ten figures, Que Lei Han, Shen Yi, Gou Wu Yue, Ai Common People, etc., each sought different essential reasons for transcendence in different ways.

Unless you become a saint, you will always be a slave... This sentence should be just a beginning, not an end. It should be followed by another sentence:

"Even if you become a saint, don't you become a slave?"

If there is even a slight possibility that the supreme being in this world would be as crazy as the evil god at the moment.

Then, struggle and resistance are necessary, and the pursuit of true freedom is necessary.

Because this "what if" seems to have become a fact now:

If there is no one who can control Beihuai, all the semi-saints in the world will be Dazai Ci, and all of them will become the playthings of the supreme power.

If Dazai Ci is like this, how can a semi-saint not be a slave?

Even if this is the case for a semi-saint, how can we talk about detachment under a semi-saint?

He is never the only one who is passive. The ten seats under the Holy Temple, the Holy Continent under the Ladder of Heaven, the five Holy Emperor families under the Ancestral God...the whole world is like this!

"I see."

Xu Xiaoshou slowly stood up, holding a headless female corpse in his arms.

This is Momo.

This is Mo Mo who was rescued by Feng Yu Jinxin in time after his body was blown to pieces.

It is said to be "rescuing", but in fact it is just a matter of convenience.

Mo Mo's soul should be in Feng Yujin's hands, and his body without spirit and mind is just an object.
To be continued...