When mountains and rivers collapse, can you sacrifice your life for justice regardless of your own safety?

The monk at the frontier city trembled his hands, looking at the sea of ​​corpses in front of him, his pupils widened from horror, and he frequently looked back at Tian Guangzhou behind him. He didn't want to stay in the border, he didn't want to fight, or die.

He went up the mountain to practice Taoism since he was a child. Now he has just become an adult, and is only two realms. He was forced to be sent to the border by the sect, becoming the scapegoat of the sect leader's legitimate son.

He has always been in the city and has never left the city to fight. He has been a cattle and horse for those great monks, and dared not complain.

Now all the great monks in his eyes have gone out and died...

But he couldn't be happy at all. The fear in his eyes became deeper and deeper, and he didn't even have the courage to lift the weapon in his hand. He could only watch the demons start climbing the city wall, his body trembling, and it was almost impossible to run.

"Kid stay away!"

A burly old man pushed him away without looking back and said calmly: "If you want to survive, run farther back and hide in some small sects, and don't show your head."

Without waiting for a reply, the old man had already stepped down from the city wall without any hesitation.

The young monk was stunned for some reason. He was brave enough to look down at the city wall.

"Bor."

Fresh, hot blood sprinkled on his face.

He looked frightened and looked at the burly old man falling under the city wall and being trampled by the demon clan's head, frightened to the point of being unable to make a sound, collapsed to the ground with powerlessness, and couldn't help crying in a low voice.

Run, where to go?

He cried sadly.

"The mountains and rivers have collapsed!"

The flywheel swirled, and blood suddenly appeared and the head fell to the ground.

The first demon clan climbed to the top of the city.

———

In the White Bone Taoist Temple in Tianguangzhou.

The two old men sat opposite each other, and were the old scholars and the white bones master who guarded the secret realm of Kongtong.

The old scholar raised his hand slightly, turned out the teapot and tea set, brewed a cup for the White Bone Temple, and said softly.

"Are you really willing to see the change of ownership of Tianguangzhou Mountains and Rivers?"

The owner of the White Bone Temple was not polite, so he reached out to take the teacup and drank it all in one go. It was not a good tea, but only quenched his thirst. It was not surprising that the poor old scholar never could produce any good tea. He returned to the teapot and said without rushing or slowing down.

"This is not what I want, and it is the general trend. All I can do is to be optimistic about this acre of three-part land of the White Bone Taoist Temple. If you have some monks who I want to protect, you can send them to my White Bone Taoist Temple to protect them from death."

The old scholar was silent, his eyebrows were drooping, and he knew that the White Bone Sect could say this sentence had actually been done with all his kindness. After all, everyone was really sorry for him when they were in the past.

The old scholar poured another cup of tea for the White Bone Temple, and said sadly.

"Yao Tianchang may die."

The White Bone Temple owner's hand trembled, his eyebrows were curled up, and he didn't drink tea, and asked, "How many?"

"A few priests have calculated it, 80%." The old scholar lowered his head and said dullly.

What is 80%?

The White Bone Temple Master did not reply, but he knew it in his heart.

Eighty times will die.

So he didn't drink tea, so he returned the teacup, got up and swept away the dust on his body with his sleeves, with a very serious expression, saying word by word.

"I said thousands of years ago that I will not participate in your fight with the demon clan in the future, and I will not leave this White Bone Taoist Temple to avoid worrying you. Now that I am in trouble, I think of me, an abandoned old man, and you will be beaten up all the wishful thinking in the world. It's really funny!"

The White Bone Temple Master gritted his teeth and couldn't help but roar: "I really forgot what I did to me, or do I have a good temper and can I keep it from being blamed?"

"Bah, shit!" The White Bone Temple turned around and was about to leave.

As soon as he took two steps, humble mercy came from behind him.

"Please."

The old scholar knelt on the spot, spread his hands out, grabbed the ground with his head, kowtowed and begged to the White Bone Site Master.

The White Bone Scene turned his head in surprise, looked at the old friend with a complicated expression, flashed forward, helped the old scholar up, pursed the corner of his lips, feeling very uncomfortable.

"You are forcing me."

The old scholar kept lowering his head and was ashamed, but what could he do? He was no match for the supreme saints of the demon clan in heaven.

After the White Bone Temple held his hands, the whole person seemed to have grown older. He looked at the old scholar in a complicated manner and said softly.

"I will never forget what the Academy and Taoism have done to me, and I will never forget the friendship between you and me for thousands of years. Today, I will just forget the grudges and the friendship between you and me."

The old scholar didn't know how to reply, his lowered head turned red because of shame, and his turbid eyes even flashed with tears. He felt ashamed of forcing his old friend.

The owner of the White Bone Temple suddenly stepped on the ground with his feet. The earth trembled for dozens of miles, and the mountains and rivers were shaking. The White Bone Taoist Temple, which was silent under the ground, slowly emerged. It was made of a lot of white bones. It was just the pressure of murderous aura and rotted the vitality of the ground and turned into Civic.

The White Bone Temple Lord walked out of it, called the underworld to pave the way, and went straight to the sky gate. He went up along the long road and arrived at the universe in an instant, occupying a place in the battle between Yao Tianchang and several supreme monsters, and said loudly.

"The Emperor of the Underworld, the Nine Nether Heavenly Lord, the living creatures avoid it!"

Several Supreme Sages of the Demon Clan and Yao Tianchang were both surprised. They knew where the White Bone Temple came from and what happened in the past, so as expected, the White Bone Temple would not participate in the war.

"Humans, they really have no backbone and dignity. I forgot the pain of the past so quickly?" Yinhu sneered.

The White Bone Temple master waved his hand and said coldly: "Just just help."

Several Supreme Sages of the Demon Clan all sneered, but they had to take it seriously and did not dare to underestimate the White Bone Sect Master.

If there had not been the great change for thousands of years, the White Bone Sect Master might have become the second Taoist sect now.

The second Taoist Heavenly Lord!

His Netherworld Emperor and the Nine Nether Heavenly Lord are not talking nonsense, this is the case!

This is a very difficult person to fight. Now, there is a little bit difficult to add a Taoist Tianzun-level character who is good at fighting.

Among them, the White Bone Scene is not the key, after all, he is only a draw with the Tiger who is the main killer.

The key is that Yao Tianchang cannot get a chance to breathe, so as to recover, and he has to press Yao Tianchang to death directly!

Yinhu's huge body swung, tearing the void apart, and spitting out a mouthful of essence and blood from the corner of his mouth, covering his whole body, shouting angrily.

"Blood burn!"

The other Supreme Sages were surprised. This was a desperate fight!

Yinhu teared the universe with both hands, and actually pulled out a huge world, forcibly wrapped the White Bone Sect Master into it. When he disappeared, he shouted angrily with the other supreme saints.

"Ambuds and kill Yao Tianchang!"

In an instant, Yao Tianchang disheveled his hair, holding his natal flying sword in his hand, his eyes were so cold that it was scary, the corners of his mouth kept bleeding, and the flying sword whined inch by inch, and he said to several supreme saints.

"I am surrounding you."

Blood dripped on the flying sword, intending to sacrifice one's life to fight.
Chapter completed!