Chapter 1,323 War Requires Spirit!

In the Seventh Mountain and Sea, three of the four stars surrounding the Seventh Mountain have collapsed, turning into countless fragments, turning into storms, and turning into dust.

The only star that still exists at this moment is called Hulao.

At this moment, on this Hulao star, Yuwen Jian and the tens of thousands of remaining cultivators in the entire Seventh Mountain and Sea are fighting a life-and-death battle with those alien races here.

The fighting was raging, and sometimes there were roaring and self-explosion sounds echoing, which was extremely tragic. The whole world turned red. The cruelty and madness of those alien races, and the black sea of ​​fire formed by the almost innate magical powers, swept through and burned everything.

Even on Hulao Star, cracks appeared on the ground at this moment. The cities and all living beings on this star were trembling, and a sense of doomsday emerged in the minds of every life.

The sky seemed to collapse, and the fighting was pervasive. It seemed that there was no other fusion between the cultivators and the alien races except life and death!

Yuwen Jian is not the strongest among the tens of thousands of cultivators, but his identity gives him a lot of say here. At this moment, he is leading a group of cultivators and fighting.

His body is bloody and his clothes are bloody. He has many scars and his eyes are already filled with thick bloodshot. He looks ferocious.

But behind this ferocity is sadness and despair.

"Born as a mountain and sea man, dead as a mountain and sea ghost!" Yuwen Jian laughed at the sky. When the voice came out, all the cultivators here roared at the same time, and their killing intent became stronger. Even if they died together, they would kill the aliens.

They had no way out... The entire Seventh Mountain and Sea, thanks to the Lord of the Seventh Mountain and Sea, has completely fallen. They watched the three stars of the four main stars collapse one by one, watched countless sentient beings being sacrificed, and watched the Seventh Mountain and Sea step by step become the camp of the aliens. They were already extremely sad and angry.

It seems that the reason they are still alive now is because they still have a breath to kill one more alien!

Amidst the roar, Yuwen Jian spurted out blood. In front of him, a Dao Realm of an alien race sneered, with contempt, and came like lightning in an instant. When he pinched his right hand, black fire spread and formed a big mouth, swallowing Yuwen Jian in one gulp.

Yuwen Jian laughed bitterly. The previous Dao Realm appeared several times, and the Seventh Mountain and Sea Dao Realm was restraining them. But this time, they suffered heavy casualties and were about to be exterminated. Facing the approaching Dao Realm of an alien race, Yuwen Jian's eyes showed madness, and he was about to choose to self-destruct at all costs.

Even all the cultivators around him were like this, with red eyes. One person's self-destruction might not be able to do anything to the Dao Realm, but what if there were ten people, a hundred people, or a thousand people!

After all, the accumulation of quantity can turn into a force that even the Dao Realm is shocked.

The eyes of the alien Dao Realm shrank and frowned. When he was about to take action, suddenly, a shocking divine consciousness exploded wildly around him.

This divine consciousness was filled with murderous intent, hatred, and madness. After whistling past, the alien Dao Realm opened his eyes wide, his expression was horrified, and he lost his voice.

"Dao..." He only said one word, and his head collapsed with a bang, and his body was directly shattered. Almost at the same time as he died, all the bad aliens on the battlefield screamed miserably, their expressions were terrified, and their bodies collapsed one by one.

From a distance, it was as if countless blood flowers suddenly bloomed on the starry battlefield...

The remaining aliens were all horrified,

their expressions showed fear, and they all retreated. The cultivators of the Seventh Mountain and Sea were also stunned for a moment, but their hatred was strong. At this moment, seeing those aliens retreat, they all rushed out immediately.

Yuwen Jian's body was shaken, but he didn't have time to think about it at this moment, and he went to fight.

At this moment, a figure appeared on the battlefield. It was Meng Hao. He moved over, and the moment he appeared, he raised his right hand and grabbed fiercely.

Immediately, the power of the mountains and seas roared. Although this power was not much, it could not allow Meng Hao to fight against the strong men in the realm of Dao Zun, but for Meng Hao, these non-Dao Zun aliens were easily destroyed!

Amid the roar, an illusory big hand condensed in the starry sky, with amazing momentum, stirring up endless ripples in the starry sky, and fiercely grabbed the place where those aliens were.

Under this grab, the starry sky trembled, and cracks appeared one after another. In the blink of an eye, this big hand grabbed the starry sky area where the aliens were located.

A fierce pinch!

Boom!

The shrill screams and roars stopped abruptly at this moment. When the big hand disappeared, everything was wiped out.

The battlefield was quiet all of a sudden, and all the Seventh Mountain and Sea monks were stunned. Yuwen Jian turned back suddenly and saw the figure of Meng Hao behind everyone.

"Meng Hao..." Yuwen Jian looked at Meng Hao and smiled, but this smile was bitter and even more confused.

In this area, no one cheered or cheered for the death of more than 10,000 alien races. All the cultivators of the Seventh Mountain and Sea were silent.

Even when they looked at Meng Hao, there was still not much life in their eyes, as if their souls were dead.

They understood that there were countless alien races in the Seventh Mountain and Sea. Even if they won this battle, the next one... might be the demise of the Seventh Mountain and Sea.

In silence, these cultivators of the Seventh Mountain and Sea silently clasped their fists towards Meng Hao, and dispersed one by one, taking away the bodies of their compatriots who died on the battlefield and dispersing the filthy blood of the alien races.

Deathly silence... Meng Hao's heart ached. He looked at these people and saw their actions that seemed to be soul-destroying.

"Because, we have no hope..." Yuwen Jian endured the injury and came to Meng Hao. Looking at his companions around him, he spoke bitterly.

"Meng Hao, this battle... can we win?" Yuwen Jian was at a loss. Perhaps he was not asking Meng Hao, but wanted an answer that would cheer him up, even if it was a fake...

Meng Hao had seen wars in his life, but never like today, when his heart was pierced and shaken. He looked at the tens of thousands of cultivators from the Seventh Mountain and Sea here, saw their fatigue, saw the despair hidden in their hearts, and saw their hatred for the alien race.

"Fellow mountain and sea Taoists, I am Meng Hao, from the Ninth Mountain and Sea Realm, one of the sequences!" Meng Hao suddenly spoke, he felt that he had to say something, he felt that there seemed to be a voice in his heart, shouting and roaring.

"I don't know if we can win this war, but I know that at this moment, the Supreme Sea Dream is fighting with the Supreme Alien Race, right there!" Meng Hao's voice became excited, and he raised his right hand and pointed to the end of the starry sky.

"I also know that in the Fourth Mountain and Sea, the Fourth Mountain and Sea Lord Dizang is fighting with the alien master!"

"There are also major mountain and sea masters who are also fighting with the alien Daozun clones. Not long ago, Meng just trapped the last alien Daozun in the thirty-three lands. Even if he doesn't die, he can't get out in a short time!"

"I also know that at this moment, I, Meng Hao, am the only cultivator who is left who is comparable to the Daozun!"

"I don't know whether the war will be won in the end, but... the Mountain and Sea Realm will never be easily exterminated!"

"Back then, we in the Supreme Immortal Realm were able to continue, so now, we in the Mountain and Sea Realm, who have just started the war, how can we lose hope!!"

At this moment, when Meng Hao looked at the cultivators of the Seventh Mountain and Sea and shouted in his heart, on the Southern Sky Star of the Ninth Mountain and Sea, the Li family's formation covered all directions. All the invading aliens screamed outside the formation. Before their bodies stepped into the Southern Sky Star, they had already collapsed and their bodies and souls were destroyed.

Blood rained down from the sky. This blood belonged to the alien race and contained serious filth for the cultivators. It would not only make the cultivators uncomfortable, but also make the world dusty. Therefore, it was impossible for them to descend. Before they fell to the ground, they turned into mist and dissipated in the eyes of the cultivators of Nantianxing.

In the distance, on the mountain peak, Shui Dongliu stood there silently, looking at the sky from afar. There was a sense of sadness in his expression, which lasted for a long time.

At some point, an ancient boat appeared beside him. The boat floated in the air and could not be seen by outsiders, as if it originally... did not exist.

On the boat, there was an old man sitting cross-legged in meditation, with his back to the world, as if he was also facing the world.

If Meng Hao was here, he would recognize at a glance that he was familiar with this boat, and he was also familiar with the old man on the boat. It was the boat he stepped on when he was about to die after the tenth ancestor of the Wang family took away his foundation.

This boat had taken him on a dreamlike journey through the entire mountain and sea world. From that moment on, Meng Hao's world was truly opened.

It was the old man on the boat who, whether intentionally or unintentionally, eased Meng Hao's injuries and gave Meng Hao a ray of life to hold on.

At this moment, the boat was floating in the air, floating in front of Shui Dongliu.

Shui Dongliu stood on the top of the mountain, and the old man on the boat had his back to the world. The two of them clearly did not look at each other, but they seemed to be staring at each other.

"Why bother... There is no hope." The vicissitudes of life came out slowly from the old man on the boat. This seemed to be the first time he really spoke. The voice seemed to have floated from endless years ago. As the words came out, he and the boat he was on seemed to be more illusory.

Shui Dongliu did not speak, still looking into the distance.

After a long time, the old man in the boat sighed softly, and the boat gradually dissipated, as if it had gone far away.

Almost at the moment when the old man on the boat left, Shui Dongliu suddenly turned around and stared behind him. Where he was looking, a figure appeared silently.

It was a young man in black clothes, with a calm face and ordinary appearance, but there was an amazing murderous aura that was faintly permeating his body. It was... the killing that made Meng Hao learn the time step method!

He looked at Shui Dongliu coldly, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"I thought about it for a long time... Why can I come back again when I should have disappeared? Seeing you, I have the answer."

"Only once, I will only help you... once!" After the black-clothed young man finished speaking, he looked at Shui Dongliu deeply, turned around and disappeared between heaven and earth.

Shui Dongliu was silent. From beginning to end, he did not speak until the sky gradually darkened, until night fell, and under the bright moon, his shadow was stretched very long.

"The country is destroyed but the mountains and rivers are there, the country is there but the mountains and rivers are destroyed... The choice has been decided in the past." Shui Dongliu murmured softly, and his eyes slowly revealed a strange light, which contained expectations.

"The war in the Mountain and Sea Realm requires the rise of spirit!"