Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

At this moment, a figure took the lead and jumped onto the highest and most dangerous rock at the edge of the mountain pass.

It’s Gu Jinzhi!

It was unknown how this young man had managed to sneak all the way from the brutal main battlefield and followed here. Although he was now covered in wounds and his clothes were torn, his eyes were surprisingly bright.

He stood on the top of a dangerous rock, his hands on his hips. The howling mountain wind blew his hair wildly. He looked down at the bottomless abyss where demonic energy was surging. Instead of fear, his face showed a brilliant smile that was a mixture of youthful vigor and cynicism. He said loudly:

"Hey! I say—in this vast sea of ​​people, in this world of mortals, for a group of us to be able to gather together, to know each other, to walk here side by side... Hey, how can this not be considered... a wonderful 'retribution'?!"

These seemingly absurd and unruly words miraculously penetrated the suffocating demonic howling wind and reached everyone's ears clearly.

When everyone heard this, they were stunned at first, and then burst into laughter and scolding.

"Gu Jinzhi, you are the only one who talks too much!" Ning Rongrong held her forehead, also impressed by him.

"Retribution"? Perhaps it was fate that bound them here, to face this world-shattering catastrophe together.

But doesn’t this “retribution” also contain deep comradeship and common beliefs?

The crowd's uncontrollable chuckles, and even hearty laughter with sobs, echoed one after another at the Demon Abyss Pass.

"Hahaha! Gu Jinzhi, you kid... well said!"

"That's right! It's 'retribution'! It's the 'retribution' we give to these devilish bastards!"

"To be able to share this 'reward' with all of you fellow travelers, I have no regrets in this life!"

Amidst the laughter and scolding, there is the open-mindedness of seeing through life and death, the heroism of sharing the same ideals, and the determination to never look back.

No one retreated, but instead moved forward more firmly, gathering at the edge of the devil's abyss that seemed to be able to swallow everything.

Lu Wensheng stood at the front, his clothes fluttering in the violent devilish wind.

He lowered his eyes and stared at the rolling abyss, as if he wanted to see the legendary glimmer of hope through the endless darkness.

He slowly raised the Fuguang Sword, and the sword's light flowed, illuminating his calm and resolute face.

"If the world is a chessboard, and all things are as insignificant as straw dogs, trapped and trapped..." His voice was clear and deep, yet it carried a resolute power that could split the chaos and sever the shackles, and it was clearly heard by every companion. "The only thing we have is to sharpen our blades in the frost, unsheathe them in the cold, and use our bodies as pieces to break this deadlock!"

Who doesn't fear death? It's an instinct imprinted in the deepest part of every living being.

Who doesn't have attachments? The love of parents, the affection of teachers, the friendship of brothers and sisters, unfinished ambitions, the scenery of the world...each one of them is as heavy as a thousand pounds.

But precisely because this attachment is so deep, so passionate, I must take this step! With my flesh and blood, for the one I love, for the place I love, I will fight for a bright and clear world, in exchange for a place where the smoke from cooking fires never stops!

This is the real character!

They have the strongest pride in the world and will not bow to power or fate; they have the most open-minded and magnanimous hearts and clear ambitions, but they are upright and resolute, and act with integrity; they have also cultivated an earth-shaking and righteous spirit that can fill the ocean and penetrate the sky!

Lofty aspirations and heroic spirit should be expressed in desperate and dangerous situations; a romantic chapter should begin when one is young and fearless!

The next moment, someone let out a long roar first, and figures, wrapped in various colored spiritual lights, like falling stars or moths flying into a flame, leaped into the bottomless abyss where the devil's energy roared without hesitation!

The light of swords, talismans, and magic weapons flashed in the thick darkness and were quickly swallowed up by the rolling evil spirits.

The leaping figure, like pearls from a broken string, fell into the ink pool, its clothes fluttering in the strong wind, like a bird with broken wings, but also like a moth flying towards the flames, carrying the heroism of sacrifice, the determination to pursue light, and the tragic grandeur of illuminating the eternal night.

The strong wind on the top of the cliff swept up the remaining spiritual power, making a whimpering sound, as if playing a desolate and heroic elegy for these young heroes who dared to live in the face of death, which was also a supreme praise.

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The monks who were fighting fiercely at the foot of the mountain, in the intervals between the flashing of swords and the flying of blood and fire, in the hazy vision of blood and fire, occasionally looked up and saw that on the towering mountain top that was shrouded in demonic energy, there were tiny dots of spiritual light, like dandelion seeds blown by the wind, or like autumn leaves that resolutely left the branches, floating down from the thousand-foot cliff.

That was the brightest young generation, the future and hope of the clan family, but at this moment they risked their lives without hesitation, sacrificing themselves, and resolutely jumped into the legendary devil's abyss where all things returned to silence, as if they were thrown into a furnace that burned everything.

Every disappearing point of light is like an invisible needle, piercing the heart of everyone who witnesses this scene at the foot of the mountain.

Ye Yingzhou, who was trying his best to keep the formation running, looked up and saw those familiar figures disappearing at the entrance of the Demon Abyss. He suddenly closed his eyes, his throat rolling violently, and he forced down the heat wave that was about to burst out of his eyes.

The speed of his fingertips suddenly increased by three times, and the vast spiritual power poured out without reservation, pouring into the glowing base of the formation, as if to melt all the worries, grief, anger and prayers into this protective formation.

His companions were in desperate situation, and all he could do was to defend this rear position as firmly as an iron wall!

The spiritual power pouring out from his fingers became more and more turbulent, with an almost tragic determination, violently shaking away the monsters around that tried to approach.

He can't let her down, absolutely not!

Those powerful people from all sides who are fighting fiercely with the demon lords have such sharp spiritual consciousness, how could the changes on the mountain top be hidden from their perception?

When the Supreme Elder of the Wenxian Sect was asked, there seemed to be waves rising in the depths of his turbid eyes, but they quickly returned to a deep silence. Only when he waved his whisk, the Taoist rhyme became more ancient and vast, as if he was brewing a final masterpiece that would last as long as the heaven and the earth.

"Good! Good disciple! You are worthy of being my Lingxiao Sword Spirit!"

Lingxiao Sect's leader, Shen Wenxin, watched his disciple sink into the abyss with tears in his tiger eyes. The immortal sword in his hand made a trembling sound like a mournful wail, but he laughed wildly.

The sword's momentum changed, no longer defending, and completely giving up on its own protection. The sword energy rushed into the sky, turning into a stunning streak that tore through the sky. However, the moves became more brutal and tragic, as if every sword strike was imbued with the back of his disciple leaping into the abyss.

Go straight to the core of the opposite demon lord, use offense instead of defense, and fight your way out!

The Lord of Piaomiao Valley wore colorful clothes and displayed various magical skills, but there was a faint glimmer in the corner of his eyes, which was soon replaced by an increasingly cold murderous intent.

They had anticipated this possibility, and when the children resolutely ran to the top of the mountain, a certain ending was already written.

However, when this scene actually happened, the heart in the chest that had long been tempered as hard as iron and stone was still tightly grasped by the invisible giant hand, and the sour and burning pain instantly rushed to the tip of the nose.

They did not scream or wail, but with red eyes, they transformed the overwhelming pain and surging hatred into increasingly fierce attacks in their hands, carrying the power to destroy the world, and poured towards the Demon Lord in front of them!

This time, it's a fight to the death! Every move is filled with the determination to avenge his children and pave the way for the people!

There was still no sign of emotion on Jun Ning's frozen face, except for her cold eyes that reflected the afterimage of the mountain top. They trembled imperceptibly in the deepest part, like a stone thrown into an icy lake, causing invisible ripples to spread out.

The sword power in her hand became more and more brutal. As the sword energy spread, frost filled the sky, forcing the surrounding demon lords to retreat again and again. The cold murderous intent almost froze the air around them.

She never spoke a word, but every sword move was telling her silently - her disciple was there, and she wanted to bury all the monsters in the sky with him!