Chapter 371: The Ancient War Continues
The monks of the two major sects crossed the boundary together.
A powerful aura rose to the sky, oppressing the entire world.
They were full of energy and confidence, and both their strength and number far exceeded the Yinhun Sect monks who had crossed the boundary before.
"The Yinhun Sect's group of trash can't even beat the monks of a small secret realm, and they have to rely on my Yinkui Sect to take action!" A Qi Refining disciple laughed.
"I heard that these lower realm monks are very powerful." Another person said.
"Haha, this world is broken and the Tao is incomplete. How powerful can the monks born here be?"
"..."
Most disciples didn't think so. The tasks they received were pure killing tasks, and the difficulty of the tasks was quite low.
Based on this, it can be inferred that there is no power in this lower realm that can stop them.
However, the deacons in the foundation-building period remained silent.
The elders in the Jindan period looked even more solemn, and looked at this world vigilantly.
They could all feel that there was a sharp sword intent that once raged on the top of this mountain. Although it had disappeared, the remaining power still frightened them.
At this moment, above the sky, Fan Xiefeng's thunderous voice sounded, rumbling and resounding throughout the earth.
"Kill the creatures of this world, destroy the mountains and rivers of this world, the more you kill, the more rewards you will get from the sect!"
"Go, don't let me down!"
Liu Kui's voice followed closely, echoing between the vast heaven and earth.
"The Qi-refining disciple who kills the most can be my personal disciple."
"The rest of the disciples, those who perform well, can be my registered disciples."
"..."
The leaders of the two major sects spoke in person and promised great benefits, which made many disciples extremely excited!
They were in high spirits, excited, and responded in unison. The fighting spirit and killing intent spread to the entire world with the majestic immortal power.
The earth of the world once again fell into depression and darkness.
Many people have already despaired.
"Why can't we kill these immortals?" An old scholar in the capital shouted sadly.
Kill one batch after another, endlessly, as if endless.
Is it that God wants to exterminate this world?
In this huge world, can there be another Su Qingchan?
The haze of death swallowed up light and hope, shrouding the whole world. The oppressive atmosphere made countless people despair and collapse, and wailing and crying were heard from all over the world.
"Haha, everyone listen, how beautiful is this sound of despair?"
On the top of Mount Tai, the immortals laughed, arrogant and wanton.
Then, they turned into streams of light, carrying endless murderous intent and greed, and rushed from Mount Tai to all parts of the world, ready to start killing.
Above the sky, Liang Changsheng suddenly crushed the blood-colored jade pendant in his hand and shouted angrily: "Ancient heroic spirit, this world is in trouble, please reappear in the world and continue the ancient war!"
The moment the jade pendant shattered, the world roared, and a blood-colored lightning streaked through the sky.
Boom!
It was like the unwilling roar of the ancient gods, which made the immortals tremble all over.
"What happened?"
Many cultivators from the two major sects paused, their expressions changed, and they all had an uneasy omen in their hearts.
On the earth, in countless temples, statues cracked one by one.
Crack, crack!
The surface of the clay sculptures kept falling off, revealing dazzling golden light.
Then, golden figures broke through the statues and soared into the sky!
Their breath was magnificent, and the golden clouds were shining. Some were human-shaped, some were beast-shaped, hundreds and thousands, like a bright sun, illuminating the world shrouded in haze.
"I didn't expect that I could reappear in this world."
Under the sky, a golden figure holding a longbow whispered.
Not far away, there was a headless giant holding a giant axe and a shield. He used his navel as a mouth and said to himself: "The ancient times are gone, and time is hard to turn back. I am no longer the me of the past... Is it a remnant soul that has resurrected, or is it who all living beings think I am?"
"All living beings in this world think that we are the people of the past, so we are!"
More and more golden figures rose between heaven and earth.
They originally existed only in myths. After tens of thousands of years, most of them have been forgotten.
Liang Changsheng found traces of their existence in the ancient battlefield, some of which were dried blood, some were remaining hair, and some were broken flesh and bones. He built temple statues in the human world and placed these things in the statues.
Later, Liang Changsheng compiled their stories into myths and legends, spread them in the human world, and let everyone believe in them.
The vast and endless power of faith finally revived at this moment, condensing new bodies for them and allowing them to reappear in the human world.
They are indeed not the same as they were in the past. They are just the images in the hearts of all living beings. Their strength is far less than that of the ancient times, but they still have the strength to fight!
"The immortals are crossing the boundary and want to kill!" Liang Changsheng's voice came from the sky, "Heroes, all living beings are in trouble, please fight for this world again!"
"Good!"
A giant roared: "I didn't kill enough back then, I didn't expect there would be another chance!"
"Everyone, follow me to fight!"
"Fight!"
The heroes were eager to fight, fearless, and the golden glow illuminated the world, as if returning to the ancient times.
This sudden change once again interrupted the plans of the three major sects.
On the sky, Wu Luoyue was furious: "You are just a group of defeated generals. I could destroy you back then, and I can destroy you again now!"
Fan Xiefeng also shouted: "They are just a group of ghosts and residual souls. There is no need to worry, go and destroy them!"
"Kill!"
Many immortals from the two major sects screamed. Now they had no choice but to fight!
Between heaven and earth, immortal power surged, divine power shook the sky, and a cruel war was about to break out!
In just a moment, some heroes perished and the golden light dissipated.
Some cultivators were torn to pieces and fell into blood and bones.
Countless spells collided in the air, causing the void to distort, the world to shake, and the mountains and rivers to shatter. For a while, it was difficult to tell the winner.
If the fight continued like this, many heroes might be annihilated, but there would be few cultivators from the two major sects left.
"How could this world be so weird? Only the remnant soul of the ancient war is so powerful."
"Damn it, my protective talismans have all been shattered. If the fight continues, I will definitely die!"
The disciples of the two major sects became more and more frightened as they fought, and their arrogance and arrogance were beaten to nothing!
At this moment, they finally understood why the cultivators of the Yinhun Sect were defeated so miserably.
This world is different from any small secret realm they know.
Fan Xiefeng and Liu Kui both looked grim.
"This bunch of trash can't even deal with the residual soul!" Liu Kui cursed inwardly, wishing he could do it himself.
"Time is running out, we must use our foundation, we can't delay any longer." Fan Xiefeng said.
"Okay, that's the only way!"
Liu Kui did not hesitate and immediately sent a message to the sect, asking the remaining Jindan elders to go down to the world with the sect's foundation.
They want to completely wipe out all hope in the world!
At this moment, the nine generations of emperors all felt something in their hearts, as if a disaster was about to happen.
"Could it be..."
They looked solemn, and they couldn't help but think of the ancient war, the palm that destroyed the world.