A Heavenly Barrier had become an abyss of despair in front of the cultivators of Tian Yuan. They had worked so hard to get here, but they still couldn't escape. This made them feel despair. Some people guessed that the Saint and the Tribulation Transcendence Cultivator had already been killed, and it was impossible for them to save them. This made them feel endless panic … If they could escape, and they couldn't find the Saint or the Tribulation Transcendence Cultivator to help them, then what was the difference? They would be found and suppressed by the Divine Clan sooner or later. Then …
The idea of submitting to the Divine Clan once again arose in many people's hearts!
"Those who are slaves live, and those who are unyielding die!"
In the distance, the roars of the Divinity Clan once again rang out in the battlefield. As most of the cultivators fled to the edge of the battlefield, and the Divinity Clan chased after them, the center of the battlefield also moved towards the edge. Above the Ninth Heaven, several figures with terrifying auras descended. They split into three directions and rushed towards the cultivators of the Heavenly Origin who were waiting to break out of the encirclement. They were the experts of the Divinity Clan who had been entangled by Master Spirit Butcher. At this moment, a few of them finally came down to suppress the enemies.
"Hand over the three sons, or destroy their clans and mountains!"
Someone shouted from the center of the battlefield. It was none other than the nine world lords of the Minor Immortal Realms. A few of them rushed out. At this moment, Old Immortal Yuan, who was already at a disadvantage, was completely powerless to stop them. At this moment, he was like an arrow at the end of its flight. His entire body was covered in blood, his beard fluttered in the wind and the divine light around him had already dimmed. Six of the nine world lords from the Minor Immortal Realms had already split up to chase after their original target. Only three world lords from the Minor Immortal Realms were still surrounding Old Immortal Yuan, unleashing all sorts of innate techniques to suppress him, preparing to take his life.
"There's no way forward, and we're being chased. We can't escape …"
At this moment, someone shouted in despair and knelt on the ground. "… Surrender!"
"We are the Immortal Seed, high and mighty. Our Immortal Ancestor once ruled the universe with glory. Our homeland, Tianyuan, was once known as the center of the universe, the place where the Dao originated. We are destined to live with the sky and shine with the sun and the moon. How can we be slaves of the Extraterrestrial Demons?"
At this time, someone shouted, "The descendants of the Celestial Ancestor would rather die than submit. Let's fight them to the death!"
Zhu Xiu had two choices at this moment. Some people were really scared. They wanted to live even if they had to be slaves. Some people thought that it was better to stay alive than to die here. Some people would rather die than submit. They thought that the glory of Celestial Ancestor Tian Yuan was there. That glory had melted into their blood and formed a kind of pride. For this pride, they would rather die than bow down to the creatures outside the city. They would rather be slaves …
Rumble!
The figure descending from the Nine Heavens had already descended from high above and was closing in!
In the center of the battlefield, the Realm Lord of the Small Immortal World, who had chased after them, had already led countless living beings of the God Clan to rush over like a tide!
At this moment, no matter what Zhu Xiu was thinking, there was one thing he was sure of. Despair had descended upon his heart!
"Third Aunt, what should we do?"
The female disciples of Fuyao Palace were also filled with panic as they looked at the Fairy Nun who had lost an arm.
The One-armed Celestial Aunt looked at Fang Xing, who was in the arms of the Fifth Elder. She became silent and hesitant.
"He is the target of the Small Immortal World. If we don't hand him over, only death awaits us!"
The Fifth Aunt said calmly, without any emotion.
The One-armed Celestial Aunt naturally understood this. They couldn't escape now. If they didn't hand over Fang Xing, they wouldn't even have the chance to surrender. They would only be killed. The enraged Realm Lord of the Small Immortal World had already made this clear …
"If he was Hong 'er, would you still want to hand him over?"
The One-armed Celestial Aunt said coldly after a moment of silence.
The female disciples of Fuyao Palace immediately became serious. They looked at each other and stood outside with their swords in hand. They faced the surging God Clan living beings. The One-armed Celestial Aunt also flew up into the sky and looked at the charging Realm Lord of the Small Immortal World. As for the Celestial Aunt who was holding Fang Xing, she took a step back and stood in the center. She hugged Fang Xing especially tightly, almost suffocating him.
"Whoever dares to resist will be killed without mercy!"
The experts of the God Race who had rushed up from the Nine Heavens roared and waved their palms. Boundless power swept through the area. Some of the Heaven Origin cultivators who had escaped to the edge of the Nine Heavens saw red and rushed up into the sky to fight with their lives on the line. There were also others whose knees gave way and they knelt on the ground …
The Realm Lord of the Small Immortal World stared at the female disciples of Fuyao Palace, especially at Fang Xing, who was in their arms. His eyes were dark and filled with killing intent. One of the Realm Lords was a short, dark-skinned old man. He glanced at the One-armed Celestial Aunt and suddenly sneered, "Mu Xin Celestial Aunt, hand him over …"
"I won't!"
The One-armed Celestial Aunt replied quietly. She even asked, "Do you think Yaochi Celestial Aunt will be afraid because of the words of a stray dog like you?"
Hearing the words "stray dog", the dark-skinned old man's gaze was as sharp as a sword. "This little devil caused a ruckus in the Jade Lake Fairy Society at Kunlun Mountain and stole the peach garden. I saw it all. Are you really going to risk your lives to protect this enemy?"
His words attracted the attention of the surrounding cultivators. They all turned to look at him.
Under so many gazes, the one-armed celestial aunt lowered her brows slightly, as if she was also thinking about the same question. After a while, she finally raised her head and replied calmly but firmly, "The conflicts, quarrels, and even fights between us in Tian Yuan are our own matters. We can settle it behind closed doors. How can outsiders like you have the right to criticize us?"
Boom!
Such an ordinary sentence seemed to have touched a chord in the hearts of many cultivators, making them think of something.
The realm master of the Small Celestial Realm instantly became extremely angry. He shouted, "Then you're all courting death!"
"Why are you talking so much nonsense with them? Since they're courting death, let's fulfill their wish!"
In the sky, several Celestial Race beings shouted and directly struck down with their palms.
A mighty divine power swept through the surroundings and descended from the sky, landing on the group of female disciples of Fuyao Palace. Under such terrifying power, even the One-armed Celestial Aunt, who was at the Mahayana Realm of Yuanying, could not withstand it. The group of female disciples did not even have the strength to hold their swords. They looked at the sky in despair. Some of them had already closed their eyes, waiting for the power to descend.
However, even at this moment, they were still holding onto their swords. None of them let go.
"Haha, I've been comprehending the truth of my entire life. This is still the truth that suits me the best …"
However, just as the terrifying power descended and the disciples of Fuyao Palace were feeling despair, a faint voice rang out from afar. The voice seemed to be very far away, but everyone could hear it clearly. It seemed very calm, but it also seemed to contain an endless amount of terrifying power. As a result, the expressions of the cultivators of the Celestial Race in the sky changed abruptly when they heard the voice. They withdrew their palms and focused their magical powers on themselves. Then, they vigilantly swept their gazes in the direction where the voice came from. Their eyes were filled with shock and bewilderment.
Around the sky barrier, all the cultivators also looked in the direction where the voice came from.
Outside the sky barrier, in the void, there was an old man dressed in Confucian robes. His shoulders were hunched as he slowly walked over. He held a rusted sword in his hand, and the aura around his body was unusually dim. It seemed that he was much weaker than ordinary martial artists. However, there was a strange quality about him that attracted the attention of all the realms. People could not help but look at him and pay attention to his every move!
He did not walk quickly, but step by step, he approached the sky barrier. However, he did not have the slightest intention of stopping.
"It's him!"
At this time, the head of the Baek Ok-kyung Danxiang Tower, who was still guarding outside the sky barrier and trying to think of a way to save people, saw this person. His expression changed drastically in fear. He immediately led his disciples and moved to the side. Then, after a moment of hesitation, he shouted, "Senior, the sky barrier cannot be broken …"
Before he could finish speaking, he shut his mouth.
Because when he was still a thousand feet away from the sky barrier, the old Confucian scholar had already drawn his sword.
The rusted sword, which looked like it was about to rot, was thrust out by him at this moment. It slashed at the sky barrier that towered into the clouds!
"Wow …"
It was as if a huge curtain had fallen to the ground, or as if glass had shattered. The huge translucent sky barrier was covered with cracks when the old Confucian scholar's sword slashed at it. It fell down with a rumble. Endless divine light and thunder power were annihilated, causing several huge cracks to appear in the void. Then, it 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. During this process, the old Confucian scholar slowly withdrew his sword and did not even slow down his pace!
"Who … who are you?"
Whether it was the Realm Lord of the Small Celestial Realm or the experts of the Shen Clan, they were all shocked. Someone shouted in a deep voice, his voice trembling slightly.
"Me?"
The old Confucian scholar's blurred eyes swept forward. He looked at Old Immortal Yuan, who was being suppressed by the three Realm Lords of the Small Celestial Realm in the middle of the battlefield. Then, he looked at Bai Qianzhang, who was fighting fiercely at the edge of the sky barrier in another direction. He also looked at the helpless disciples of Fuyao Palace, and Fang Xing, who had been tightly held by them and had rolled his eyes. Finally, he sighed deeply, "I am a failure in the pursuit of Tao, a forgotten dead person, a sinner who has been imprisoned for three hundred years, and an old man who helps people manage the accounts …"
As he nagged, he took a step forward again, "But no matter what, I am a family member!"
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