The potential is almost exhausted, there are no big opportunities, and the possibility of continuing upward is basically lost.

After him, several more white-haired old men stood up.

Their situation is similar to that of Gui Zanghu. Although they have the cultivation level of Daluo Jinxian, without a great opportunity, it is difficult to break through Hunyuan.

"Deacon, we are going to a sea of ​​blood and there are many dangers. These young people still have a brighter future, there is no need to let them go."

"That's right. We old guys have half our necks buried in the ground. It's an honor for us to devote ourselves to the sect before we become Taoists."

Looking at the elders with smiles on their faces and looking down on life and death, all the Chongshan disciples in the hall showed reverence.

Nanshan Kun looked solemn.

"The juniors are well aware of the good intentions of the elders. But I, Chongshan Disciple, am not an impassioned and loyal person? How can I let you charge forward while we, the stronger juniors, stay behind?"

"What the deacon said is true."

"I think I am a man with a strong stomach, so why should I back down when things get tough?"
Chapter completed!