Thousands of flying swords fell in front of Gu Qingshan, motionless, as if waiting for his call at any time, and they wanted to destroy the demons and kill the enemy and kill all the injustice.

Gu Qingshan looked around all the flying swords and looked at the heroic spirits.

The heroes still smiled with Xi and looked at him quietly.

The wind became silent.

It seems that the whole world is waiting for something.

In a moment.

Gu Qingshan sighed and said, "You sword cultivators are obviously dead..."

He stretched out his hand and held it in the air.

In an instant, hundreds of millions of long swords emitted infinite sword energy, and the sword energy rushed to the night and turned into a resonant sound that shook the world.

The swords left in front of Gu Qingshan, fell behind him one by one, and disappeared in the void.

From then on, they will fight with him.

Gu Qingshan looked at the heroes and said:

"Your will has been conveyed to me, and in the future... I will try to save all living beings in this world and all those who are like you."

The heroes nodded together, and their bodies gradually became dim and turned into a shimmer of light and disappeared away.

A voice remained in Gu Qingshan's ears:

"The saints...are also standing on the side of sentient beings..."

Immediately afterwards, a scene appeared in Gu Qingshan's mind.

When the picture ended, a strong wind blew on the sky and the earth.

For a moment, the sun and the moon were gone, and all traces of the previous battle were completely destroyed by the strong wind.

Even the huge ash mountain was completely blown away.

There was no more evil spirits of flesh and blood in the huge pit.

The heroes covered everything up.

This is a good thing for Gu Qingshan.

The strong wind whistled by.

——That aspect realm gradually leaves the main world.

The whole world has returned to normal.

Gu Qingshan found himself still standing in front of the huge pit.

But what's different around it.

Hundreds and millions of flying swords followed him.

There are still countless sword cultivators who are protecting them in secret.

They are with him.

Gu Qingshan recalled the scene he received before, and slightly judged the direction, then turned into a afterimage and quickly left.

After several hours.

He found the lonely grave in a desert.

When I opened the tomb, I saw a dead corpse of a cultivator lying inside.

"It's indeed a sword cultivator..."

Gu Qingshan squatted forward and gently took the things from the corpse's hand.

——It was an old bronze lamp.

On the outer wall of the lamp, many complex patterns are carved, showing the appearance of a dark world of wind and rain.

Gu Qingshan pondered for a few breaths, pressed his hand on the bronze lamp, and urged him hard.

The spiritual power was quickly injected into it, activating countless hidden runes on the inner wall of the bronze lamp.

A breeze-colored light appeared on the wick.

When the light suddenly appeared, a faint female voice sounded:

"I have been in seclusion for many years. Who is calling me with my token?"

"Who are you?" Gu Qingshan asked back.
Chapter completed!