Chapter 245
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Chen Weiyuan had no choice but to hole up in the Chen Clan's formation for the rest of his life and commit suicide? Death. In this life, he would naturally be able to destroy all the schemes and schemes, allowing those who deserved to die to return to the Yellow Springs and stop harming the human world.
The golden lotus bloomed, but it was only a huge illusion.
Inside the illusion, there was a real golden vortex.
In the vortex, one could vaguely see the scenery inside the Ruins of God. One could vaguely see the continuous flow of green mountains and clear waters. There were many creatures that could no longer be seen running in the mountains. It looked very peaceful and peaceful, as if there was no danger.
A few cultivators had already jumped into the vortex, but most of them were still watching.
Ye Yunlan walked forward.
Suddenly, a cultivator shouted at him.
"Now, even demons and ghosts want to enter? Snatch the opportunity to become an immortal? "
"The Tianji Leaderboard said that this opportunity is not only related to whether one can become an immortal, but also the fate of the creatures in this world. If it is snatched by something unknown, what will happen to us in the future? What will cultivators do? "
"Everyone, we have to go first? Set some rules. Who can enter and who can't? We have to make it clear. "
Ye Yunlan didn't say anything. But Xu Zice? He started to shout.
"What do you mean by this? Do you think this place is owned by your family? You want to set rules just like that? You're too shameless. "
There were cultivators? "You're with this ghost. Could it be that you're with it?"
Xu Zice drew his sword.
The sword that was bigger than his body was stabbed into the ground, emitting flames.
He crossed his arms and shouted. "I'm with Senior. What about it? You want to fight? Come on. "
Perhaps because his sword was too big and intimidating, the cultivator who spoke shut up.
But there were still cultivators who wanted to stop Ye Yunlan.
They seemed to be able to do whatever they wanted because they had more people.
They thought they were already on the side of righteousness by shouting about the fate of the creatures.
But Ye Yunlan didn't care about righteousness.
He only attacked with his sword.
The sword light slashed in front of the cultivator at the front. The sword in the cultivator's hand broke with a sound.
Ye Yunlan turned his face. The Nirvana Sword Intent lingered around the pale tip of the sword. The mask on his face was ferocious, like a ghost coming for a life.
The cultivator shouted and suddenly retreated frantically.
Retreat, retreat, retreat.
Righteousness?
More important than life? Was it?
Ye Yunlan didn't look at them anymore and stepped into the vortex with his sword.
…
The wind was howling.
On the side of the Demon Abyss, the young man sitting cross-legged on the ground suddenly opened his blood-red eyes.
"How long … how long have I been in seclusion?"
He muttered to himself. Countless shadows were entrenched around him like the limbs of animals. Occasionally, a withered gray leaf would drift to his side, and he would be swept away by it. The raised limbs were torn to shreds.
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