A heavenly obstacle became abyss of despair that blocked the cultivators of Tianyuan. After working hard to escape here, I found that I still could not escape. This made them feel desperate. The saints and tribulation that some people speculated were all over the tribulation, and it was impossible for them to appear to save them again, which also made them feel endless panic... If they escaped and could not find the saints or the old cultivator to overcome the tribulation, then what's the difference between whether they escape or not? Sooner or later, they will be found and suppressed by the creatures of the gods, then...

That kind of thought of surrender has arisen from the hearts of many people again!

"Those who are slaves live, and those who are unyielding die!"

In the distance, there was another loud shout from the gods' creatures in the battlefield. As most of the monks fled to the edge of the battlefield like they were dead, the gods' creatures were chasing behind them, and the battlefield core was also moving towards the edge. Above the nine heavens, several terrifying figures descended, divided into three directions, and rushed towards the Tianyuan monk who was waiting for a breakthrough in the Tianzhan area. The strong man among the gods' creatures who were entangled by Master Tu Ling and had not been separated for a while, at this time, he finally divided up several people to kill all directions.

"Supply the three sons, otherwise they will rob their clan and destroy their mountains!"

Someone also shouted at the center of the battlefield. It was the nine masters of the little fairy world who had freed up their hands. Several people rushed out. At this time, the old immortal Yuan, who had been forced into a disadvantage, was powerless to stop him. He was already at the end of his strength, covered in blood, and the divine light on his body had dimmed. The nine masters of the little fairy world had already divided six people, two of them to chase their original targets. Only three masters of the little fairy world were surrounding the old immortal Yuan, suppressing all kinds of magical powers and magics, and preparing to take his life in the end.

"There is no way ahead, there are pursuers behind us, so we can't escape..."

At this moment, someone screamed in despair and knelt down sadly: "...Surrender!"

"We are immortal species, high above. Our immortal ancestors have been clear and magnificent in the world and have brilliant books. My hometown, Tianyuan, was once known as the center of the universe and the place where the Tao begins. We are destined to be with the sky and shine with the sun and the moon. How can we be slaves to the evil demons outside the territory?"

Someone even shouted at this time: "The descendants of the Immortal Ancestor would rather die than surrender and fight with them!"

At this time, the two major choices that lie in the minds of all cultivators. Some people are really afraid, even if they are slaves, they must live, and some people think that instead of dying here, they will save their lives for the time being. In the future, some people would rather die than surrender, thinking that the glory of the Tianyuan Immortal Ancestors is there, and that glory has melted into the blood, forming a kind of pride. For this kind of pride, even if they die in battle, even if they end up with a soul scattered and vanished, they will never bow to the creatures outside the domain and are willing to be slaves...

Rumble!

The figure descending above the nine heavens has approached from above!

The little immortal world master who was chasing in the center of the battlefield has led endless creatures of the gods, and tides are coming!

At this moment, no matter what the cultivators think, one thing is certain, that is, despair has come to their hearts!

"Three Auntie, what do we do?"

The female disciples of Fuyao Palace were also full of sadness and looked at the fairy girl who had broken her arm.

The one-armed fairy glanced at Fang Xing, who was now being held in the arms of Lao Wu, and fell silent, with his eyes hesitant.

"The little fairy world is targeting him. If we don't hand him over, there will be only a dead end!"

The Five Fairy Aunt said calmly, without any feelings.

The one-armed fairy girl naturally understood this truth. She couldn't escape now. If she didn't hand over Fang Xing, then they would not even have the chance to surrender and would only be killed. The angry little fairy world masters have clearly explained this...

"If he was Hong'er, would you still think about handing over him?"

The one-armed fairy girl was silent for a while and suddenly said coldly.

A group of disciples of Fuyao Palace immediately became awe-inspiring. They looked at each other and stood outside with swords. Facing the creatures of the gods who were surging from the sky and the ground, the one-armed fairy girl also flew into the sky, looking at the little fairy world master who was rushing towards him. The fairy girl holding Fang Xing took a step back and stood at the core, hugging Fang Xing very tightly, almost making him feel breathless.

"Whoever dares to resist, kill him or her!"

The powerful gods who rushed up from Jiutian shouted, waved their palms to suppress them, swept their power to sweep the realm with great force, and some of the monks of the Heavenly Yuan who fled to this edge were red at this time and rushed to the sky. Instead of fighting for the death, some of them also weakened their knees and fell to the ground...

The little fairy world master was even more focused on a group of female disciples in Fuyao Palace, especially looking at Fang Xing who was held in their arms. His eyes were terrible and his murderous intent was endless. One of the world masters was a short and dark-skinned old man. He swept over the one-armed fairy and suddenly sneered: "Fairy Mu Xin, hand over the person..."

"Won't!"

The one-armed fairy answered quietly and even asked back: "Do you think the fairy of Yaochi is afraid of your miserable dog's words?"

Hearing the four words "The Dog of a Betrayal", the dark old man's eyes were as sharp as a sword: "This little devil made a big fuss in the Yaochi Immortal Club during Kunlun Mountain and stole the Peach Garden. I saw it all. Do you really want to die and protect this enemy?"

His words also attracted the attention of many monks around him and his eyes turned.

Faced with so much attention, the one-armed fairy's eyebrows slightly drooped, as if she was also thinking about this question. After a while, she finally raised her head and answered Feng Qingyun Dan, but she was unwavering: "We Tianyuan, our own people have conflicts, quarrels, and even fighting and killing, which is all their own business. Just close the door and solve it. How can you outsiders turn to point fingers?"

boom!

Such an ordinary sentence seemed to touch a string in the hearts of many practitioners, and made them think of something.

And the little immortal realm master became extremely angry and shouted: "Then you are looking for death!"

"Speaking so much nonsense to them is so much that since you are seeking death, you will fulfill her!"

In the air, several creatures of the gods shouted loudly and directly waved their palms and hit them down.

The vast divine power swept the surroundings, descended from the sky, and fell straight towards the female disciples of Fuyao Palace. Under such terrifying power, even the cultivation of the Nascent Soul Mahayana such as the one-armed fairy was clearly unstoppable. The group of female disciples seemed to have no strength to hold the sword. They looked at the air almost desperately, and someone had closed his eyes and waited for the arrival of this power.

However, until this time, they still held the sword in their hands and no one let go.

"Haha, I have learned the truth for my whole life, and this is the truth that is most in line with my wishes..."

However, just as this terrifying power came and the disciples of Fuyao Palace were already in despair, a voice sounded faintly from afar. The sound seemed to be far away, but it made people hear it clearly. It seemed very calm, but it seemed to contain endless terrifying power. As soon as the sound sounded, the faces of the several powerful gods in the air changed suddenly, withdrew their palm powers, and condensed their magical powers on themselves, and then swept vigilantly towards the place where the sound came, full of surprise.

And around this heavenly barrier, all the practitioners also looked at the place where the sound came.

Outside the sky barrier, in the void, an old man in Confucian clothes walked slowly over with his shoulders hunched over, holding a rusty sword in his hand. His aura was extremely dim, as if he was much worse than ordinary martial arts mortals, but he had some strange characteristics, which attracted the attention of all heavens and worlds, making people unable to help but look at him and pay attention to his every move!

He didn't walk fast, but he got closer to the sky barrier, but he didn't mean to stop at all.

"It's him!"

The owner of Bai Yujing Danxiang Tower, who was standing outside the sky barrier and trying to save people, saw this person, was so frightened that his face changed drastically. He immediately led the disciples to the side, then hesitated for a moment, and shouted: "Senior, that day barrier is unbreakable..."

Before he could finish his words, he closed his mouth.

Because when the sky barrier was still a hundred feet away, the old Confucian scholar had already produced a sword.

The rust sword, which seemed to be about to decay, was handed out by him at this time, and he drew a distance towards the towering sky barrier!

“Wow…”

It seemed like a huge curtain fell to the ground, or it was like glass shattering. The translucent huge barrier of heaven was suddenly covered with cracks when his sword was slashed, and it rumbling down. The endless divine light and thunder were annihilated, causing several huge cracks to appear in the void, and then completely disappeared between heaven and earth. Even the huge light pillar standing in three directions suddenly became extremely dim at this time, and then gradually disappeared. During this process, the old Confucian scholar slowly withdrew his sword, not even slowing down!

"You...who are you?"

Whether it was the Lord of the Little Immortal Realm or the powerful people of the God Clan, they were alarmed, and some people shouted loudly, their voices trembled slightly.

"I?"

The old Confucian scholar glanced forward and looked at the old immortal Yuan who was suppressed by three small immortal realms in the middle of the battlefield and was in full swing, and looked at Bai Qianzhang, who was fighting fiercely by the sky barrier in the other direction, and also looked at the helpless disciples of Fuyao Palace. They were already tightly held by them and rolled their eyes. At the end, he finally sighed deeply: "I am a loser in seeking the truth, a dead man who has been forgotten, a sinner who has been imprisoned for three hundred years, and an old man who helps people take charge of the account and watch the door..."
Chapter completed!