At this moment.
In the corner of Xuantian Realm, Chongming stood up with strength, looked at the people disappearing in the passage, looked dazed, and murmured to himself.
"Master Chicken, I'm waiting for you here!"
"this time……"
As if it had thought of something, its voice was filled with sadness, "You must come back, and you can't break your promise again!"
…
Inside the portal.
A piece of blood red!
Under the intertwining of omnipresent divine power, it is infiltrating the spiritual power of everyone's cultivation at all times, as if it wants to transform them into a member of the servants of God!
Highly cultivated.
It feels better.
For those with lower cultivation levels, just maintaining themselves from being infiltrated by divine power consumes less than half of their cultivation level.
Until now.
Only then did everyone realize that Mu Xinghe’s words were not exaggerated at all!
Holy area.
For them, it is more dangerous than the dragon's pond and the tiger's den!
same.
They also understood how terrifying those protoss who seemed so weak and died simply were actually!
Gods!
Always strong!
It’s just that Gu Han and the others are stronger!
That's all!
The front.
Gu Han is wearing armor and holding a sword, and his speed does not slow down.
The sword light was swaying one after another, and the natural sword intent was permeating the air, constantly disinfecting the divine power in the portal, reducing the pressure on everyone behind!
Ghost power.
It exists based on the rules of Quanzi Monument.
Divine power.
But it exists based on the power of faith.
In comparison.
The threat of the latter is greater.
Public pressure.
He also knew it clearly.
"Everyone."
Don't look back either.
He activated his cultivation and said in a deep voice, "It's still too late to exit now, but when you enter the divine realm later, it will be too late!"
No one said anything!
No one is retreating!
From Yuan Zhengyang, the master of the Xuantian Sword Sect, to an ordinary sword cultivator from the Xuantian Domain, everyone remained silent!
"Dare I ask the sword head!"
After a long while, Zhou Yuan suddenly
Then he asked, "What is sword cultivation?"
"..."
The one who was silent this time was Gu Han.
One sentence.
A few words.
He has completely understood everyone's thoughts.
"Sword Cultivator."
After a moment, he whispered, "Go forward indomitably and live toward death."
"Death! Nothing to fear!"
"We, the sword cultivators, should move forward indomitably! Live towards death!"
"This is the true meaning of Xuantian Sword Dao!"
All the sword cultivators spoke one after another, their voices were like thunder, and their sword intentions were flowing back and forth, all with the intention of being brave and unafraid of death!
Looking at Gu Han's back.
A glimmer of enlightenment suddenly appeared in their hearts.
Nine.
Extremely numerous.
As the tenth-generation swordsman, Gu Han is the only one to cultivate, kill the origin, and enter the divine realm...everything he does is breaking the limit! Beyond cognition!
This battle.
Perhaps it is the most glorious, fiercest and most glorious battle in my life!
Death is worth it!
The thought turned around.
The sword cultivators suddenly felt that their sword hearts were much purer, their sword intentions were more harmonious, and the pressure brought by their divine power was less!
"A breakthrough on the battlefield?"
Mu Xinghe raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, and said with emotion, "If there is no destruction, no establishment, there will be a new life! If the end of the road comes, then you will live towards death!"
Gu Han wasn't surprised either.
Not to mention the three thousand Xuantian Sword Sect disciples, the rest of the sword cultivators are also the young elite generation of Xuantian Domain. It is normal for them to gain something under pressure.
"Brother Mu!"
Glancing at Mu Xinghe, he smiled and said, "With this situation, why not compose a poem?"
"Brother, I don't know something."
Mu Xinghe wonders why: “I have always been critical when writing poetry.”
Everyone's mouths twitched slightly.
For the first time, they discovered that Mu Xinghe was still a bit pretentious as a scholar.
"How about making an exception?"
Gu Han smiled and said, "Just treat it as a favor to me."
.”
"That's...okay!"
Mu Xinghe's dilemma only lasted for half a moment, and then the clouds disappeared. His eyes turned and swept past Gu Han, and finally landed on the black sword covered with bright moonlight.
"The sword is born in the red dust cloud, but there is no world in the rain."
"The floating life looks at each other, the sword rises and falls and the stars are cold."
To be continued...