Chapter 444: Eight thousand versus nine million, the battle goes to the end! "Something happened!"To the east is Xianya. An outer disciple of Wudao Xuanfeng ran in panic and rushed into the Dharma Hall of the Master. He did not have time to salute the high-ranking officials who were discussing matters. He said in a hurry: "Reporting to the acting headmaster, million evil demons have gathered from the ten directions of the Netherworld to form the Nine Netherworld Immortal Slaying Formation, intending to destroy our Donglin Taoist lineage. The one holding the banner is none other than the rebel of our Master family, the Evil Heavenly Master - Master Wande!" "what!" The elders and disciples of Wudao Xuanfeng, Jianya Xuanfeng, Xianling Xuanfeng, Qimen Xuanfeng and Douzhan Xuanfeng, as well as fellow cultivators from various immortal sects were all shocked when they heard the words. The outer sect disciple took a breath and continued quickly, "Shen Jianxian of Jianya Xuanfeng ordered me to report here quickly. Please make a decision on behalf of the master, whether to defend or retreat in this battle!" 守。 retreat. Inside the Dharma Hall, everyone had different expressions. Then they all looked up at a white-haired old man in the front, the elder who was guarding the Immortal Road and passing on the skills, and one of the few remaining Dharma-image Immortals in Donglin Immortal Cliff. He is also the most senior person present.
"Acting Master, this matter still needs your personal decision." The elder who was teaching Kung Fu turned his gaze towards the person beside him. The acting headmaster of Donglinxianya - Xuanfengzi. Hear the words. Xuan Fengzi fell into a long silence, his expression changing constantly. Now only one tenth of the power of Donglin Xiandao remains, and the situation is precarious. Shen Canggu, with one man and one sword, built a Jianmen Pass behind the ruined Yuanliu City as the last line of defense of Donglin Xianya. He fought with all his might, cutting his bones and praying to God in a way that would shorten his lifespan. In just two years, he went from a strong young man to a dying old man. He bent his straight waist, but used his back to hold up the last piece of sky overlooking the earth in the east. Born with a sword-like bone and a strong character. If it weren't for Shen Zanggu's sacrifice, they wouldn't have the heart to discuss matters here. How can Donglin Xiandao hold on to the last acre of land and recuperate under tremendous pressure? If it weren’t for the brothers Ma Dejian and Duan Yuansi running around, distracting those evil demons from the underworld. How could they have the spare energy to refine weapons, maintain soldiers, and train new forces to deal with future battles? but. There is so little time left for them! Now that the Netherworld has finally made sufficient preparations, can they defend the Jianmen Pass? "If we defend, we will perish together. If we fail, everything will be over. Since Brother Zang Gu sent someone to ask, he must feel that there is no chance of winning. But if we retreat this time..." There was bitterness in Xuan Fengzi's eyes. They have retreated again and again, and built a Jianmen Pass with countless blood. That is the last line of defense. If we retreat further...where can we retreat to?
"Acting Master, the war situation is urgent, please make a decision as soon as possible. There are eight thousand 'death cultivators' at Jianmen Pass waiting for your order!" the outer sect disciple urged. "I……" Xuan Fengzi opened his mouth, only to feel a pressure heavier than the sky hanging heavily on his head. why! Why did the master choose him before his death? Why did he let him make this difficult decision? He is just a young cultivator who has just achieved the Life Pill! How can he decide the life and death of Donglin Xiandao and hundreds of millions of human beings? "Xuan Fengzi, it's time to make a decision." The calm voice of the elder who teaches skills came. "Yes!" "Acting Master, make the decision." "Don't feel burdened. You have done a great job during this period, and everyone has seen it. Since we have chosen you to be the acting headmaster, we will not regret any decision or consequence!" "Yes, I don't regret it!" "No regrets!" All the monks in the Dharma Hall spoke up and looked at Xuan Fengzi sincerely. The 8,000 Golden Body Realm 'Death Cultivators' at Jianmen Pass were sacrificing themselves, and had already prepared themselves for reincarnation. They were also waiting for death to come. Maybe after this war. Only one in ten, or even one in a hundred, of the people still standing here are left. They have no regrets! "it is good!" Xuan Fengzi looked excited and suddenly turned around and shouted. "Disciples of Donglin Xianya, fellow immortals from all directions, listen to my orders!" "exist!" Everyone in the hall bowed. "Follow me—fight!" Xuan Fengzi looked into the distance, gritting his teeth and roaring. "promise!" boom-- An astonishing momentum rose into the sky. The army that is in desperation will surely win. For this final battle, they have been preparing for a long, long time. Although time is not enough, far from enough, but everyone's hearts... have been twisted into the sharpest sword in the world.
- "senior." The extreme of the East China Sea. Song Lin stood in front of the ancient temple, with a fighting spirit rising in him. "You want to leave?" The voice of Old Man Tianming floated over, but there was no trace of him. “I felt that they needed me.” Song Lin said softly. "But your sister hasn't been resurrected yet." said old man Tianming. "I have done everything I can. The rest... depends on whether she is willing to wake up." Song Lin raised his palm and pinched his fingers into a sword. A strange sword light flashed from the fingertips. The sword light split into three, three into nine, ninety-nine into eighty-one, and then split into six thousand five hundred and sixty-one, and then one hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred, and finally tended to an infinite number. then. A heart that looked like a sword flashed across Song Lin's heart. The world of mortals is vast, and the sword heart is exquisite. Two years. He had completely mastered the Red Dust Linglong Heart Sutra, and his speed was ten or a hundred times faster than expected. His cultivation had reached 1,300 mana points, and his strength had completely changed. Perhaps it was the reincarnation of several lives in the wheel of fate, perhaps it was that he was very suitable for practicing this sword technique, or perhaps it was the day and night companionship with Feng Xuejun's true spirit. Anyway he succeeded. One person practices the Three Gates and Five Swords of Time, combining the three talents of Gengjin Sword Body, Five Elements Sword Spirit, and Linglong Sword Heart in one. "Good boy, that's really weird!" Old Man Tianming's voice sounded somewhat surprised. "Senior is so complimentary." Song Lin said calmly. "Go, go. Since you have made up your mind, I will not keep you any longer." Old Man Tianming sighed, "If your sister wakes up in a year, I will let her look for you." then. A ray of light emerged from the ancient temple.
The spiritual light automatically fell into Song Lin's hand, wrapped around his finger, and turned into a black jade ring. "This is the 'unparalleled' magical power that I promised to give you before." Old Man Tianming seemed to have deliberately emphasized the word "peerless". "What is this?" Song Lin looked at his palm and asked curiously. Old Man Tianming clearly said that this was a magical power, so why is it actually an object? "This thing is called 'Soul Ring'. It is a magical power and also a treasure. It is the most difficult magical power and also the simplest magical power." The voice of Old Man Tianming came. He just said slowly: "You only need to peel off a strand of soul, and you can exchange it for 9,000 strands of magic power. Ten strands of soul can be exchanged for 90,000 strands of magic power, and instantly you will have the power comparable to that of a Dharma Immortal." "With your first-grade golden body and the three major sword-wielding roots, you are able to rival any Dharmakāya in the world." "but--" Old Man Tianming paused. "But the price is - death." Song Lin continued his words. The spirit and soul are the realms that can only be touched by the Dharma Immortals. Even if ordinary people are suddenly frightened and their souls are shaken, they may be confused for several days or even become mentally ill. Using the power of the soul ring to separate the soul... Let alone ten strands, even one strand could cause the person to go crazy and insane, and no longer be able to control himself. "Of course." The old man Tianming sighed leisurely, "It is said that fate cannot be changed, and life and death are determined by one's heart. The situation outside is like a raging fire, and each family has resorted to desperate means. If you fight, there is still a glimmer of hope. If you don't fight, you will die. I have already taught you this peerless magical power, and it is up to you to use it or not." "Thank you, senior." Song Lin expressed his sincere gratitude. The temple suddenly fell into silence. Song Lin bowed again, turned around and walked to the corner, closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, sinking his mind into the 'Soul Ring' on his fingertips. My mind suddenly drifted into a dark and empty world. Suddenly. Colorful spots of light emerged between heaven and earth, densely packed, as if the omnipresent spiritual essence of heaven and earth was closely connected with Song Lin's mind. He had a thought in his mind. Suddenly, I felt a huge force pulling me, as if a tide that was enough to overturn the whole world was about to rise. "To use the mind to pry the power of the five elements of heaven and earth, this is the ultimate method. If I can comprehend the mystery of it, even if it is only a little bit... the seven elements will be combined into one, it will be easy!" Song Lin opened his eyes, looking surprised. "Wait!"
"What is the soul? God or spirit?" He couldn't help but think of his spiritual root panel. "Gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, and thunder. If we add gods and spirits, the nine elements will become one. Isn't this the way to the supreme golden body that I have been searching for?" For a while. Song Lin was immersed in the world of his mind and couldn't extricate himself for a long time. I do not know how long it has been. thump~ There seemed to be a noise in my ears. Song Lin opened his eyes. I feel like I have realized something, but also like I haven't realized anything. "What was that sound just now?" As soon as the thought came to mind, the spiritual root panel automatically appeared. [Spiritual Roots: Gold (50), Wood (50), Water (50), Fire (50), Earth (50), Wind (50), Thunder (50)] 【Fortune: 50/50】 【Law (1300), God (20), Spirit (20), Sword (20), Knife (20)】 Looking at the seven spiritual roots shining, it seemed that they were only a step away from completely merging into one. Thoughts flashed through Song Lin's mind. "Fifty is the limit of this life. Since I embarked on the path of the Seven Elements Integration, the remaining spiritual roots have automatically disappeared, which means that I have reached perfection on this path." "Two years of practice, 1,300 strands of mana, and the innate physique of the Five Elements Sword Spirit that improves the speed of practice, is really a timely relief." "what!" "God has been upgraded from 19 to 20!" "This means that my comprehension of the Soul Ring has indeed touched the door frame of the way of the soul. Even the power of my mind has increased!" "After the five elements, wind and thunder, and seven elements are united, we can start to unite the eight elements." "Well, this eighth kind of 'vitality' is the way of the mind. If we start with flying skills, we may be able to take a shortcut. Finally..." There is only the ninth kind of energy, 'Spirit', left, and Song Lin is still unable to comprehend the mystery of it. Even what the word "spirit" actually means, he couldn't fully understand for the time being. "time to go." Song Lin stood up, packed his bag, and bowed to the ancient god. call--
A door suddenly opened silently in front. Song Lin strode in. Boom! A loud thunderclap resounded across the boundary between life and death, and the portal suddenly closed. The figure of Old Man Tianming reappeared. He stood in front of the temple, looking out, as if he could see the current situation outside. "He has survived three golden body tribulations in his lifetime. This kid is truly a man who defies the heavens." - Boom~~ At the end of the East China Sea, a storm was raging. As soon as Song Lin left the border between life and death, he heard a deafening roar above his head. "what?" He raised his head subconsciously. Boom—— A bolt of lightning as thick as a pillar of heaven appeared in the sky, transforming into a golden dragon and striking the sea. "Again!" Song Lin cursed loudly. next moment. The entire East China Sea turned into a sea of thunder, with billions of golden thunders flashing, and the scene looked very spectacular. Among billions of thunders. Song Lin strolled among them, looking somewhat confused. "Why does this golden body tribulation feel a bit itchy?" He tilted his head and thought about it, then gradually understood. As the magic power increases. His Gengjin sword body, tempered by the Ten Absolute Golden Lights, had already surpassed many magical instruments and immortal swords in the world. Now that he was once again facing the Golden Body Tribulation that had given him such a headache in the past, he naturally felt like he was in spring breeze. Boom~~ The thunderclouds in the sky were angry again. In a rage... "break!" Song Lin pinched his fingers to form a sword, and a pure white sword light burst out from his fingertips. The sword light was divided into three, three and nine, and in the blink of an eye it turned into an endless number to meet the calamity cloud in the sky.
Compared with billions of thunders, the vast sword light seems to have even more power! Bangdang~~ Shocking noise. The sword light and the thunder collided and annihilated each other. The remaining holy spirit sword light whistled up and instantly rushed into the sky, sweeping away the calamity clouds that were ready to strike. "I am furious every day. Next time you see me, just let out a silent call and rest, so as not to waste your energy." Song Lin smiled faintly, seeming to be indifferent. Boom~~ There was a muffled sound in the sky. The stormy East China Sea suddenly dissipated, and it seemed unusually calm. Facing such a monster, the Golden Body Tribulation seemed to have no choice but to retreat. A phantom of a heart that looked like a sword flashed across Song Lin's heart. This is the exquisite sword heart of the mortal world. The complexity of swordplay can help people multitask and greatly enhance their mental strength. When a sword is swung, it is as if billions of thoughts are scattered into the void, and every thought is under control. The Gengjin sword is indestructible, the Five Elements Sword Spirit increases the speed of cultivation, and the exquisite sword heart can transform into infinite swords. If you can cultivate Shen Canggu's "Supreme World Honored Glazed Sword Bone" and Han Tuizhi's "Taishang Wangqing Zuowang Xianjing". Song Lin truly became a well-rounded pentagonal sword immortal, without any shortcomings. "Let's go - Donglinxianya!" The sword light disappeared into the abyss. Song Lin felt that his condition was better than ever before. He crossed a hundred miles in an instant, and his sword-riding speed increased many times compared to the past. time flies. Three days passed in the blink of an eye. On the seventh day of March in the sixty-sixth year of the Sword Lord's transformation into a sword, he finally returned to his familiar 'home'. To the east is Xianya. Song Lin’s second home after the fall of the Drunken Immortal Li family. at the same time. At Jianmen Pass, located between Linxian Cliff and the old site of Yuanliu City, a battle that had lasted for three days was coming to an end. "Fight to the death and never retreat!" "Fight to the death and never retreat!" "Kill all these demon cubs!" "Brothers, behind us are our relatives and descendants! They are the last spark of hope for the people of Donglin! We have no way to retreat, and we can only fight to the death!" "Damn traitors! You work like slaves for the evil spirits, but have you ever thought about who raised you? The blood flowing in your bodies is human blood!" There were corpses all over the ground and blood flowing everywhere in Jianmen Pass. The golden body monks who called themselves "Dead Cultivators" were excited and shouted at the top of their lungs.
"Follow my command. Eight thousand dead cultivators, follow me in this final charge!" Shen Zanggu stood in front of Jianmen Pass with a sword in his hand, and the sword in his hand kept dripping with blood. He was dressed in red, his back was hunched, his long grey hair fluttered wildly in the wind, his eyes were determined, he was ready to die heroically. He won't live long anyway. Being able to die in the prime of life is a way of living out a brilliant life. "Shen Jianxian, of the eight thousand dead cultivators...there are only a few of us left." A desolate voice responded to his words. Shen Zanggu's body shook. Turn back slowly. Eight people. A team of eight thousand most fearless and brave warriors from the entire Donglin gathered together, and after three days of fighting, only eight of them were left? Also. Eight thousand versus nine million. They have done well enough! They are worthy of the name of "Jianmen Pass Death Cultivator". "History will remember your names." Shen Zanggu slowly closed his eyes, and two lines of hot tears rolled down his old face. then. Open your eyes and raise the sword in your hand. He shouted again: "Eight thousand dead cultivators, follow me... the last charge!" The eight people behind him looked at each other. Suddenly they realized what was happening and burst into laughter. "charge!" "Brothers, we are here to accompany you." huh~~ The sad wind is howling, and the blood is as sharp as a knife. The eight people and Shen Zanggu took one step at a time, and it seemed as if they were charging with the momentum of eight thousand golden body monks. The final charge. They will fight to the end together with the souls of eight thousand brothers! (End of this chapter)