The night gradually fell, and it was sunk in deep darkness from all directions, without any light, and the brilliantly lit city of Wanxiang is like a lonely boat in the boundless sea.

The dark clouds surging in the night sky, and the night rains are continuous.

The towering statue in the shallow sea has turned completely black. The rain slid down the thick eyebrows of "Li Qingshan", and his eyes still stared at the depths of the darkness, and ignored everything behind him.

Captain Luo blinked his eyes soaked by the cold rain, and looked at the scar left by himself in confusion. He suddenly felt extremely sad, as if he had lost something extremely important.

Everyone onlookers had a feeling of witnessing history. When everyone thought Li Qingshan would start a long rule in the Wanxiang Sect, the curtain came to an instant.

Wang Junxing was very regretful. He couldn't do anything to Li Qingshan. He could only vent his anger on these Li Qingshan's lackeys, hoping that all of these people would die a good death.

‘Hmph, I thought I was so tough, it turned out to be just a group of cowards!’

Leng Yuan was still high above, snowflakes were flying beside him, and his cold face showed a cold smile, like the lake water seeping out of the ice cracks on the lake.

Who can compete with the majesty of the law?

Then he no longer needed to say a word, and the soldiers walked forward one by one, leaving their own marks on the back of the black statue.

The sword energy and sword aura were like lightning, instantly illuminating the faces of everyone present, and immediately sank into the darkness.

Everything goes on in silence, like holding some kind of ritual, drawing a line from the past.

Everyone was in a daze, pale face, no longer had the confidence and high spirits when they came. The blood of Asura gradually cooled down in the blood vessels, as cold as rain, almost trembling.

He never fought until the last moment on the battlefield, but succumbed to some invisible pressure, a strict law established by the powerful.

Even the real Asuras will lose their fighting spirit in their hearts, and they will lose their immortal body, let alone them?

General is the courage to fight!

The man was gone, and they were also stripped from the army and separated into isolated individuals, but they had to face the invincible enemy again.

That determination to unite has become a helpless person who goes with the flow and sacrifices his pride like a lamb.

I suddenly realized that I was not a warrior who dared to face the demon gods, but just a practitioner at the lowest level in the path of practice, such as "servant" and "accompanimental reading".

Who can resist fate?

But for a moment, "Li Qingshan" was covered in scars, as if he was subjected to the punishment of Lingchi, and was almost unable to support his own weight.

But at the same time, everyone is unwilling to use that fatal blow to completely collapse.

"Continue, don't stop!" Wang Junxing shouted loudly: "I said it must be completely destroyed, and no trace can be left!"

His eyes looked like a hungry wolf, searching for the weakest lamb in the flock, and suddenly locked in one of them: "Hey, you! Don't think that I haven't seen it, you haven't taken action yet. Everyone must take action, otherwise they will be a lackey in the Demon Realm!"

In the crowd, Tong Dagong was shocked. First, his eyes were staring indifferently, and everyone's eyes immediately gathered on him. He suddenly felt the heavy pressure as if he was as familiar as a mountain. His comrades who were originally familiar and close were so strange and distant at this moment, he was the only one left.

"General..."

He looked at the black statue with his head raised. The rain instantly blurred his vision. As long as he walked forward and waved it gently, he could be freed from this infinite pressure.

But for some reason, I remembered the Xuanwu Military God on the battlefield who condensed everyone's trust and hope, and he also had one of them!

So instead of not being able to take action, he inexplicably said: "I wish to fight to the death with the general..."

It was like a slogan, or a promise. After hearing this sentence, the indifferent eyes around me suddenly changed strangely.

"What did you say?" Wang Junxing didn't hear clearly.

Tong Dagong slowly turned his head, a burst of fiery belief filled his heart, and a red light faintly appeared in his eyes, and he glared at Wang Junxing: "Fuck you, your mother!"

"Say it again, if you don't want to take action, do you want to betray the door too?"

This question that once scared all the true disciples, Tong Dagong, the lowest-level "servant", spitted hard: "So what?"

Leng Yuan frowned, and the situation was a little out of control. He immediately interrupted Wang Junxing and persuaded Wen Yan: "This junior brother, Li Qingshan has betrayed you, don't be obsessed with it."

After speaking, the tone was full of warning. The giant beast under his feet seemed to feel the emotions of his master. Suddenly, he showed his scimitar-like fangs and stared at Tong Dagong fiercely.

Tong Dagong was chilling all over, and his teeth were fighting, and a strong sense of fear came out in his heart, and he almost bowed his head to admit his mistake. However, he remembered the battle in Heiyun City, the incarnation of the demon god standing tall and straight, and massacred these true disciples like slaughtering dogs. They were many times more terrifying than Leng Yuan. In the end, weren’t they defeated?

The fear suddenly weakened, and the red light in his eyes became stronger.

"Damn it! If there weren't Li Qingshan here, you guys who were the true disciples of the dog days would have fucked back to the Wanxiang Sect! Li Qingshan might be a traitor to the Wanxiang Sect, but he never felt sorry for my Tong Dagong, never! Besides, if it weren't for Li Qingshan, I wouldn't even know where the Wanxiang Sect's door was opened, so he would have died in Heiyun City!"

Tong Dagong was full of slander, his eyes were red like fire, and there was no more fear in his heart.

He had no loyalty to the Wanxiang Sect at all. These ordinary soldiers were just peasant children recruited from all over the world to guard the border. Although he had the opportunity to make achievements and enter the path of cultivation, he was in a bitter and cold place in the border area and had no resources for cultivation. In the end, he could become a disciple of the Wanxiang Sect, and most of them turned into a dry bone under the Black Cloud City.

Everyone was shocked. A mere foundation-building monk dared to speak like this to a Yang Shen monk.

"Bold!" Wang Junxing scolded sternly, but he was a little stern on his face. He vaguely saw the shadow of the man in Tong Dagong, which aroused deep fear in his heart.

Only Leng Yuan was silent, and the drizzle suddenly turned into snow. For a moment, the sky was cold and the air was frozen, and the exhaled into ice. The giant beast under his feet let out a shrill roar, which was shocking the earth and murderous intent.

"Tong Dagong, do you know what crime you committed?"

Leng Yuan asked word by word, and he also saw the shadow of that person in Tong Dagong, and a strong sense of disgust surged in his heart. Such a person must die!

"I know, isn't it just death? I haven't died before, who should I scare?"

With a chorus, Tong Dagong drew his sword and spread it across his neck, "My life was given by Li Qingshan, I will give it back to him today!"

His eyes were so bloody that he gritted his teeth, held the hilt of the knife with both hands, and gradually exerted force. The blade penetrated deep into his neck, and blood immediately gushed out, dyeing half of his body red.

But he didn't relax at all. He cut the flesh and blood inch by inch, cut the neck bones along the bone seam, and in a blink of an eye, he cut the thick neck into half.

Until his neck was completely cut off, he grabbed the bun on his head with his right hand, lifted his head up and showed it to everyone, and suddenly fell down on his back.
Chapter completed!