Hong Huang: Killing millions of immortals with a sword, you call this a drunkard

Dead silence.

An unprecedented silence.

On the vast Jin'ao Island, tens of thousands of disciples of the Jie Sect were completely silent.

Everyone's attention was on edge, focused on that solitary figure drinking alone.

Master has already made his point clear.

They even went so far as to admit that they were inferior to them.

Senior Brother Changqing, will you agree?

How will he respond?

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely at this moment, and every breath carried a heavy sense of oppression.

The Tongtian Sect Leader also stared at Gu Changqing, and even the saint's mind was filled with a sense of indescribable tension.

He knew his disciple's temperament all too well.

If Gu Changqing really just says "I'm not interested" and walks away, there's really nothing his teacher can do about it.

Moreover, this wasn't the first time something like this had happened to Gu Changqing.

For this kid, drinking is everything.

Nuwa and Houtu also paid attention.

They were also very curious about what choice the Drunken Sword Immortal, who could single-handedly reverse the situation of killing a saint and create such an unprecedented feat as slaying a saint, would make.

In this silence under the spotlight.

Gu Changqing's figure suddenly swayed.

He held the gourd of the god of wine in his hand and shook it gently.

The intoxication seemed to have intensified.

His eyes also became somewhat hazy, as if covered by a layer of mist, making it difficult to see clearly.

Upon seeing this scene, Daoist Duobao and the others felt a chill run down their spines.

It’s over.

Judging from the appearance of the eldest brother, he is probably quite drunk and would hardly remember the sermon.

The Tongtian Sect Leader was also helpless, and was about to say something more.

at this time.

"Ha ha……"

"Hahahahahaha!"

A burst of wild, unrestrained laughter erupted from Gu Changqing's mouth without warning, shaking the heavens and instantly shattering the solidified silence on Jin'ao Island!

There was not a trace of drunken confusion in that laughter; instead, it was filled with an indescribable sense of boldness and vastness.

It's as if a supreme ruler has ascended to the top, looking down upon the vast land he has conquered with his own hands!

The disciples of the Jie Sect were shocked.

The three supreme beings, Tongtian, Nuwa, and Houtu, were deeply shaken!

Because from that laughter they sensed an unparalleled will that transcends all things and looks down upon the past, present, and future!

Before they could recover from the shock of the laughter...

Gu Changqing's slightly drunken voice rang out, each word striking heavily into the hearts of everyone present.

"The road ahead is long and arduous, as impregnable as iron..."

With just seven words, a tragic picture of war, blood and fire unfolded before everyone's eyes!

It was an insurmountable fortress, stretching between heaven and earth, forged from endless corpses and despair, exuding a suffocating aura of iron-bloodedness and coldness.

That was a predicament, a dead end, an insurmountable fate!

All the beings present, whether ordinary disciples, Great Luo Golden Immortals, or even saints like the Tongtian Sect Master, saw in this one sentence the greatest obstacle and the deepest despair they had encountered on their path of cultivation!

The Tongtian Sect Leader foresaw a future where the Zhuxian Sword Formation would be broken, the Jie Sect would be destroyed, and all the immortals would perish.

What Nuwa saw was the decline of the demon race, the rise of the human race, and the loneliness of her own lineage being unable to continue.

What Houtu saw was the desolation of the Wu tribe, their eternal cycle of reincarnation from which they could never escape.

For a moment, a tremendous sense of grief and helplessness enveloped the entire Jin'ao Island.

however.

Before this emotion could fully develop...

Gu Changqing's next words rang out, filled with a resolute determination and heroic spirit to sever all ties!

"Now we stride forward anew!"

boom! ! !

If the previous sentence was about endless iron-bloodedness and despair, then this sentence is the first ray of dawn that pierces through the eternal darkness!

It is an overwhelming spirit that disbelieves in heaven, earth, and fate, and only in itself!

It is that kind of supreme domineering spirit of "If the heavens obstruct me, I will break the heavens; if the earth blocks me, I will shatter the earth!"

So what if the pass is as strong as iron?

So what if despair is as vast as the sea?

Today, I will start anew from this mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, from this desolate ruin, and forge a brand new path to heaven!

"Buzz!"

The Tongtian Sect Leader trembled violently. He seemed to see a white-clad figure, wielding a killing sword, carving a bloody path through the future where the Jie Sect was destroyed, completely severing the predetermined trajectory of fate!

Nuwa and Houtu also trembled. From these words, they sensed a terrifying power that could reverse the universe and reshape cause and effect!

What a state of mind this is!

What incredible courage!

This is no longer about answering the question of whether or not to preach.

This is a declaration!

To proclaim to the entire primordial world that past glories and failures are now history.

From this day forward, everything will start anew!

Just as everyone was deeply moved by the supreme Taoist philosophy contained in the poem, their minds were stirred and they could hardly contain themselves.

A sudden change occurred!

Gu Changqing, who was swaying, suddenly waved his hand.

There were no earth-shattering fluctuations of magical power, nor any dazzling divine light.

It's just a simple, casual action, like swatting away mosquitoes and flies.

next moment.

"Qiang!!!"

A sword cry resounded throughout the heavens and the earth, echoing through the past and the future, resonating in the deepest recesses of the soul of every living being!

A sword intent.

A sword intent that stretched across the sky and dominated the ages suddenly poured out from in front of Gu Chang!

The moment this sword intent appeared, the Heavenly Dao of the entire Primordial World groaned in despair!

The sun, moon, and stars lost all their brilliance in that instant.

The river of time and space stopped flowing at that moment.

At this moment, all living beings on Jin'ao Island, and even in the entire East China Sea, were pressed firmly to the ground by an indescribable and terrifying pressure!

They didn't even have the courage to look up.

Because that sword intent was too terrifying, too domineering, and too pure!

That was not simple killing, nor was it mere destruction.

That is a kind of "Tao"!

A supreme path that transcends the Heavenly Dao, proving one's Dao through killing and demonstrating one's Dao through the sword!

"This...this is...the method to slay a saint?!"

Daoist Duobao raised his head with difficulty, and after just one glance at that sword intent, he felt as if his primordial spirit was about to be torn apart and turned into dust in an instant.

He was horrified to discover that his countless treasures, which he was so proud of, were as fragile as rotten wood in the face of that sword intent!

The Holy Mother of Golden Spirit, the Holy Mother of Wudang, the Holy Mother of Tortoise Spirit, and others were unable to move even a finger and could only prostrate themselves on the ground, enduring the tremors that originated from the depths of their souls.

They finally understood.

I finally understood why my teacher, the Tongtian Sect Leader, said he was "ashamed of himself" in the first place.

This is no longer a matter of strength or weakness.

This is a crushing defeat on a level of life!

Before this sword intent, what difference is there between a so-called quasi-saint and an ant?