"What do you mean?" Jun Moxie was shocked and asked hurriedly.
"It's just a sudden feeling. It's here that the Nine Nether First Young Master raised an incomparably majestic mountain with just a raise of his hand!" The Nine Serenities And Fourteen Masters pointed at the ground beneath their feet and said, "He even created a seal of immeasurable power. Even after ten thousand years, the Semi-Sage of the strange races cannot break through it. What kind of remarkable power is that? "
He laughed self-mockingly and said, "I, the Nine Nether Fourteenth Young Master, have always been called the number one expert in the world … Haha, only now do I know that this title of 'number one expert in the world' has always been like the loudest slap to my face, constantly slapping myself in the face! What right do I have to occupy the position of the world's number one expert? A frog at the bottom of a well has never truly understood the vastness of the world!
"Even I need to fight for a long time to take down a Semi-Sage. But the Nine Nether First Young Master only needs one seal, and it can last for ten thousand years! Even until now, he can still continue to seal, and seal for eternity … "
The Nine Serenities And Fourteen Masters let out a long sigh and suddenly stopped talking, not saying another word. But the desolation and yearning in his expression was so thick, as if they were about to materialize.
"You mean, you're staying here to comprehend the Great Dao? Hoping to pursue the Nine Nether First Young Master's realm?! "Jun Moxie was silent for a long time before he asked softly.
"Exactly." The Nine Serenities And Fourteen Masters took two steps in the air and said in a deep voice, "With our cultivation, if we go to the mainland and fight with ordinary people … how boring would that be!"
"Only here is the mark of the highest achievement of the Nine Nether Tribe!" The Nine Nether Fourteenth Young Master looked at the ground beneath his feet, his eyes filled with emotion. After a long time, he raised his head and said softly, "As long as I stay here, I'll be able to constantly feel the difference between me and Senior! This place will become the greatest source of motivation for me to advance into the supreme Dao … Otherwise, even if I go out and fight to the death, it will only be like this. "
"However, you seem to have forgotten one thing," Jun Moxie said, "We still need an expert like you to deal with Zhan Kuang! Now that Gu Han has fallen, do you want me to deal with that freak Zhan Kuang alone? "
"Isn't dealing with perverts your best skill? With your current cultivation, coupled with your various strange techniques … dealing with Zhan Kuang is definitely not a difficult task! I don't think there will be any problems! "The Nine Serenities And Fourteen Masters laughed and said," Why bother dragging me into this? "
"Fine, since you've already made up your mind, I won't force you." Jun Moxie lowered his head, then raised it again. "However, if you suddenly feel like going out for a stroll, you must definitely come to the Tian Nan Evil Monarch Manor. At that time, I can have a good drink with you. We've never had a chance to have a good drink since we've known each other! I'm really looking forward to that day. "
The Nine Serenities And Fourteen Masters chuckled but did not say anything. From the looks of it, he really didn't want to come out again.
"I won't force you." Jun Moxie said. "However, after this battle, I plan to send experts to the south of the Pillar of Heavens Mountains to completely exterminate the strange races. If there's anything they can't do and still need your help, please don't refuse. "
The Nine Serenities And Fourteen Masters said, "Of course. At that time, even if you don't send anyone in, I will still slowly exterminate this evil race. Such a disgusting race should not exist in this world. "
"That's good! It's a promise! "Jun Moxie smiled with relief.
"You can go. Although the leaders of the strange races have all been killed, there are still many loose ends that need to be dealt with." The Nine Serenities And Fourteen Masters turned around and stood in the void. White clouds and flowing winds floated in front of him. His eyes were also drifting like the clouds.
Jun Mo Xie smiled faintly and said, "I suddenly heard you say that we'll never meet again after today's parting. So, I naturally felt a little melancholic. I remember that you said that you wanted to fight with me. Why, you don't want to fight anymore? I'm really looking forward to this battle! "
"If you don't use your water, fire, thunder, wind, and clouds, even if you have a breakthrough, you are still no match for me. You may not even be able to defeat those two powerful beings of the strange races."
The Nine Serenities And Fourteen Masters said quietly, "But will you not use your strange methods?! The conclusion is simple. Fighting you is meaningless! Since it's meaningless, it's better not to fight. "
"Meaningless, it's better not to fight!" Jun Moxie laughed and cupped his fists. "Since that's the case, Brother Fourteen, Jun Moxie will take his leave now!"
The Nine Serenities And Fourteen Masters smiled lightly and waved his hands. His black figure fell from the sky like a meteor. In the blink of an eye, he had already disappeared among the countless rocks. Before he left, he didn't say anything.
Jun Mo Xie sighed. He also knew that he might not be able to see her again after today's parting. Although he was happy for the Nine Serenities And Fourteen Masters' dao seeking heart, there was still a trace of melancholy in his heart. It was like the sorrow of parting, a sense of loss …
A leisurely sword cry rang out, and the Blood of Yellow Flame appeared in the sky. It danced in the air like a rainbow, not stopping for a long time.
Following which, the Blood of Yellow Flame flew one round at lightning speed and came to Jun Moxie's feet, lifting him up. Jun Moxie cupped his fists towards the Pillar of Heavens Mountains and said in his heart, "Take care."
With a sword cry, the Blood of Yellow Flame soared into the sky, piercing through the air like a bolt of lightning.
After he left, a black-clothed figure emerged from the rubble and rose into the air. He looked at the dazzling sword light in the distance and sighed faintly.
An indifferent voice said, "Take care!"
Following which, the black figure flashed and disappeared into the rocks again, never to appear again …
… …
By the time Jun Moxie returned, the battle had not only come to an end, but the entire battlefield had also been cleaned up. After this battle, the million-strong army of the strange races was completely wiped out. Not a single one survived! It could be said to be a glorious victory for the continent!
But of the brave warriors who had participated in the battle, tens of thousands of them were buried here forever. Some of them didn't even have their bones left … The people of the three Holy Lands had also died heroically in this great battle!
Even the reinforcements that came later had tens of thousands of casualties!
In this battle, the losses of the Xuan Xuan Continent could not be said to be small!
Especially the large number of high level Xuan cultivators who had fallen in this battle. The vitality of the entire continent would not be able to recover for tens or even hundreds of years …
On the battlefield, there was a gloomy atmosphere, and the smell of blood was pungent.
The bleak autumn wind whistled past. It was already autumn …
Looking at the aftermath of the battle, Jun Moxie was speechless for a long time.
In this battle, there were simply too many heroes who had fallen here. After this battle, how many more orphans and widows would the entire continent have? These orphans and widows were the families of heroes who had protected the future of the Xuan Xuan Continent and the peace of mankind. Would their lives be smooth in the future? Would they not be bullied? Would they be treated fairly?
In this battle, how many leaders of the royal families had fallen? Would their deaths lead to the decline of the family they led, or even the destruction of it?
At this moment, Jun Moxie suddenly thought of a poem that Jun Wu Hui had recited that day. He could not help but recite it softly, "The smoke of the beacon rises, the great flag is unfurled, thousands of horses and thousands of soldiers roll in; When will the battlefield be steeped in swords and soldiers, from now on men do not restrain their grief!"
At this moment, Jun Moxie suddenly understood Jun Wu Hui's feelings when he recited this poem that day!
This God of War, a legend that had been passed down through the ages, was undoubtedly in a solemn and stirring mood at that time, but also extremely helpless.
Smoke filled the sky and the flag was unfurled. Thousands of horses and thousands of soldiers rolled over.
This sentence seemed to be infinitely heroic, but hidden behind it were stains of blood and tears. Apart from those who were personally involved, who could truly understand it? Thousands of horses and thousands of soldiers roll in swords and soldiers roll in swords and soldiers. Since ancient times, how many people returned from war? How many people could return safely in the end?
When will the battlefield be steeped in swords and soldiers, from now on men do not restrain their grief!
It also expressed this God of War of the continent's heartfelt hatred towards war!
Jun Moxie's victory in today's battle was because he hoped that this continent would die in front of the Pillar of Heavens Mountains.
— From now on, men do not restrain their grief!
From now on, there would no longer be a need for the War for Seizing the Heavens!
Cut the weeds and eliminate the roots, once and for all!
Jun Moxie stood there in disappointment as he looked at the bloody fog that had yet to dissipate. He did not speak for a long time.
Jun Wuyi, Dugu Zongheng, Murong Fengyun, Mei Xueyan, and the other leaders had already finished reorganizing the army. They were currently checking the specific losses of the battle. Everyone's faces were filled with the joy of surviving a calamity, but it was also filled with a heavy and heartfelt grief.
Jun Moxie sighed, waved his hand, and took the lead to return to the big tent.
Following which, Mei Xueyan and the rest entered the big tent one after another.
"What's the result? Roughly … how much did we lose? "Jun Moxie said bitterly." How many brothers … died in this battle? "
This answer was something that Jun Moxie desperately wanted to know, but he was also a little afraid to know. Jun Moxie had lived two lives, and it was rare for him to be "afraid". But at this moment, the audacious Jun Moxie was really afraid, afraid to know that heavy answer!
"The battle ended. Tian Fa's vanguard, the Eight Saint Venerables, and the Eagle King died. Five thousand Eagle people, not a single one survived. Five thousand Bear Tribe warriors, three thousand died in battle. Five thousand Crane Tribe warriors, two thousand Eagle Tribe warriors, two thousand Eagle Tribe warriors, and four thousand three hundred Eagle Tribe warriors died in battle. One thousand five hundred Tiger Tribe warriors died in battle … "Mei Xueyan's expression was filled with deep sorrow as she said woodenly." The last one to participate in the battle … Roc King died in battle! The head of the Eight Great Masters, Yun Bie Chen, died in battle! Blue Supremacy Meng Hong Chen, Heaven Seeking Supremacy Mo Wen Tian … both confirmed to have died in battle! … "
"Other than them, of all the people from the three Holy Lands who participated in the battle, only Qiao Ying is left!"
Jun Mo Xie heaved a deep sigh. His heart was in turmoil.
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