Chapter 1029 My Family

A sky barrier has become an abyss of despair in front of Tianyuan cultivators. They have worked hard to escape here, but they find that they still cannot escape. This makes them feel desperate in their hearts, and some people speculate that the saint and the tribulation They have all been robbed, and it is impossible to show up to save them again, which makes them feel even more endless panic... If they escape and can't find a saint or a veteran cultivator who has overcome the tribulation, then there is no question whether they can escape or not. What's the difference? Sooner or later, it will end up being found and suppressed by the divine creatures, so...

That thought of surrender has once again emerged from the hearts of many people!

"Those who are slaves live, those who are unyielding die!"

In the distance, inside the battlefield, the loud shouts of the divine beings were heard again. As most of the monks fled towards the edge of the battlefield as if they were dead, while the divine beings were chasing after them, the core of the battlefield was also moving towards the edge. Above the nine heavens, Several figures with terrifying auras came down, splitting in three directions, rushing towards the Tianyuan monks who were waiting to break out in the Tianzhan area. They were clearly entangled by the Master of Soul Slaughter, and they were among the gods whose origins had not been identified for a while. The strong man, at this time, finally divided a few people and came down to suppress all directions.

"Hand over your three sons, otherwise your tribe will be destroyed!"

Someone was also shouting in the center of the battlefield. It was the Nine Great Lords of the Small Immortal Realm who freed their hands, and several people rushed out. At this time, Old Immortal Yuan, who was already at a disadvantage, was unable to stop him. He was already at a disadvantage. At the end of Qiangnu, his body was covered with blood, his beard was fluttering, and the divine light on his body had dimmed. The nine masters of the small fairy world had also been divided into six, two of them, to chase down their original target. Only The three Little Immortal Realm Masters were surrounding Old Immortal Yuan, suppressing him with various magical powers, and preparing to finally take his life.

"There is no way out, and there are soldiers chasing us. We can't escape..."

At this juncture, someone screamed in despair and knelt down in despair: "... Surrender!"

"We are the immortal species, high above. Our immortal ancestors once swept the world with great splendor, and our books were full of glory. Our hometown Tianyuan was once known as the center of the world and the place where Tao originated. We are destined to rest with the sky, with the sun and the moon. How can Tonghui be a slave to an evil spirit outside the territory?"

Some people even shouted at this time: "Descendants of the Immortal Ancestors, we would rather die than surrender and fight with them!"

Submission and risking one's life have become the two major choices between the cultivators at this time. Some people are really afraid and want to live even if they are slaves. Some people think that rather than die here, they can save their lives for the time being. Later, some people would rather die than surrender, thinking that the glory of the Tianyuan Immortal Ancestors was there, and that glory had melted into their blood, forming a kind of pride. For this pride, they would die in battle, even if they died in a state of confusion. Even if he is killed, he will never bow to the outsiders and be willing to be a slave...

Boom!

The descending figure from above the nine heavens has come down from above and is approaching!

The master of the Little Immortal Realm who was chasing after him in the center of the battlefield had also led endless protoss creatures, rushing over like a tidal wave!

At this moment, no matter what the cultivators think, one thing is certain, that is, despair has come to their hearts!

"Third Aunt, what should we do?"

The female disciples of Fuyao Palace also looked at the leader with a broken arm.

The one-armed fairy glanced at Fang Xing, who was currently being held in Lao Wu's arms, and fell silent, her eyes hesitant.

"He is the one the Little Immortal Realm is targeting. If we don't hand him over, there will only be a dead end!"

Wu Xiangu said calmly, without any emotion.

The One-Armed Immortal Girl naturally understands this truth. Now they can't escape. If they don't hand over Fang Xing, then they won't even have a chance to surrender. They will only be suppressed and killed. Those angry Little Fairy Realm Lords have made it clear. illustrates this point...

"If he were Hong'er, would you still think of handing him over?"

The one-armed fairy was silent for a long time, then suddenly said coldly.

A group of Fuyao palace female disciples immediately became solemn and looked at each other. They each stood outside with swords in hand, facing the surging divine creatures above and below the sky. The one-armed fairy also flew up to the sky, looking at the approaching people from a distance. The Master of the Little Immortal Realm, and the fairy girl holding Fang Xing, took a step back, stood at the core, and hugged Fang Xing so tightly that he almost choked him.

"Whoever dares to resist will be shot to death!"

The powerful gods who rushed up from Jiutian shouted loudly, waved their palms to suppress, and swept the area with great force. Among the Tianyuan monks who fled to the edge, some became red-eyed at this time and rushed into the sky. Instead of fighting desperately, some also My knees weakened and I fell to the ground...

The Little Immortal Realm Master was even more focused on the group of female disciples in Fuyao Palace, especially Fang Xing who was held in their arms. His eyes were sinister and murderous. One of the Realm Masters The master was a short, dark-skinned old man. He swept past the one-armed fairy and suddenly sneered: "Muchin Fairy, hand over this person..."

"Won't!"

The one-armed fairy replied quietly, and even asked: "Do you think Fairy Yaochi will be scared because of what you, a lost dog, said?"

Hearing the words "bereaved dog", the swarthy old man's eyes were as sharp as a sword: "This little devil made a big fuss at the Yaochi Fairy Club in Kunlun Mountain and stole the Peach Garden. I saw it all. You guys are really stupid. Do you have to risk your life to protect this enemy?"

His words also attracted the attention of many monks around him, and their eyes turned around.

Facing so many attentions, the one-armed immortal girl lowered her eyebrows slightly, as if she was also thinking about this question. After a while, she finally raised her head and answered calmly but firmly: "We Tianyuan If our own people have conflicts, quarrels, or even fights, that is their own business and can be solved behind closed doors. How can it be the turn of outsiders like you to point fingers?"

boom!

Such an ordinary sentence seems to have touched a chord in the hearts of many practitioners and made them think of something.

The Little Immortal Realm Master instantly became extremely angry and shouted: "Then you are looking for death!"

"Why do you talk so much nonsense to them? Since you are looking for death, I will grant her a wish!"

In the air, several divine beings shouted loudly and struck down with their palms.

The mighty divine power swept all around and fell from the sky, falling directly on the female disciples of Fuyao Palace. Under this terrifying power, even the one-armed fairy girl with Nascent Soul Mahayana cultivation was clearly difficult to resist. The group of female disciples seemed to have lost the strength to hold the sword. They looked at the sky almost desperately, and some of them had closed their eyes, waiting for the power to come.

However, until this moment, they still held the sword in their hands, and none of them let go.

"Haha, I have understood the truth all my life, and this is still the truth that best suits my wishes..."

However, just when this terrifying power came and all the disciples in Fuyao Palace were already in despair, a voice faintly sounded from far away. The voice seemed to be very far away, but it was very easy to hear. Clearly, it seemed to be very calm, but it also seemed to contain endless terrifying power. As a result, the expressions of several powerful gods in the air suddenly changed as soon as the sound rang out. They withdrew their palms and concentrated their magical powers on themselves. , and then vigilantly swept towards the place where the voice came from, full of surprise.

And around this sky barrier, all the practitioners looked towards the place where the sound came from.

Outside the sky barrier, in the void, there was an old man in Confucian attire, with his shoulders hunched over, walking slowly over, holding a rusty sword in his hand. The mortals who practice martial arts are much inferior, but he has some strange qualities that attract the attention of all the worlds, making people unable to help but want to see him and pay attention to his every move!

He didn't walk fast, but step by step, he got closer to the sky barrier without any intention of stopping.

"It's him!"

The owner of Baiyujing Danxiang Tower, who was currently standing outside the sky barrier, was trying to save people. When he saw this person, his face changed with fright. He immediately led his disciples to step aside far away. Then he hesitated and shouted. : "Senior, that barrier is unbreakable..."

Before he could finish speaking, he closed his mouth.

Because when he was still a hundred feet away from the sky barrier, the old Confucian scholar had already drawn his sword.

The rusty sword that seemed to be about to rot was handed out by him at this moment, and he swung it towards the towering sky barrier from a distance!

"Wow..."

As if a giant curtain fell to the ground, or like glass shattering, the huge translucent sky barrier was filled with cracks when he struck with his sword, and fell with a rumble, endless divine light and thunder power. Annihilation spread, causing several huge cracks to appear in the void, and then completely disappeared between heaven and earth. Even the huge light pillars standing in three directions suddenly became extremely dim at this time, and then Gradually disappeared, in the process, the old Confucian scholar slowly sheathed his sword, without even slowing down!

"You...who are you?"

Both the Little Immortal Realm Master and the powerful gods were alarmed. Some people shouted loudly, their voices trembling slightly.

"I?"

The old Confucian scholar's dim eyes glanced forward, looking at Old Immortal Yuan who was being suppressed by three Little Immortal Realm Masters in the middle of the battlefield and whose life was hanging by a thread, and then looked at Bai Qianzhang who was fighting fiercely by the sky barrier in the other direction. , and also looked at the helpless Fuyao Palace disciples. Fang Xing, who was already tightly hugged by them and rolling his eyes, finally sighed deeply: "I am a loser who seeks the truth, a forgotten person. A dead man, a sinner who has been imprisoned for three hundred years, or an old man who helps people with accounting and guarding the door..."

While talking nonchalantly, he took another step forward: "But no matter what, I am still a member of my family!"