Chapter 445: Blood and Bones in the Valley of Rebirth, Facing Death at Jianmen Pass "Kill me!"In front of Jianmen Pass. Shi Wande waved his hand and gave orders decisively. Boom! Nine million Netherworld demons roared in unison, forming the Nine Netherworld Immortal Killing Formation and attacking with all their might, instantly shattering the Sword Gate Immortal Formation jointly created by the Donglin Immortal Sect. The gate of Jianmen Pass was wide open. But in the dust, nine figures were seen walking slowly towards them. "Master Wande." Shen Zanggu looked at the once familiar figure and shouted with gritted teeth. When he first completed his golden body, he went down the mountain to gain experience. In the Demon-Suppressing City, he met Master Wande several times by chance. Many years later, he could never have imagined that the seemingly ordinary catastrophe of the golden body of the Clavicle Bodhisattva would become the fuse of this boundless catastrophe.

The culprit behind all this was none other than the unremarkable eldest son of the Shi family. Shen Zanggu deeply hated himself for not seeing through this man's true face earlier and leaving him in the Demon-Suppressing City. Perhaps all this suffering would not have happened. At least...it won't be this tragic! "Shen Jianxian, long time no see." Shi Wande narrowed his eyes and looked at the figure walking in the dust. A trace of nostalgia flashed through his eyes. That seemed to be twenty-four years ago, he remembered it clearly. First, a young swordsman with a natural talent for sword skills and high spirits came to the Demon-Suppressing City. Then, a Xiao Li Feidao with extraordinary wisdom and extraordinary means came. That battle. He lost miserably. but now…… A bright smile appeared on Shi Wande's lips. The young swordsman who was full of vigor and vitality back then has become an old man who is about to die. However, he has reached the pinnacle of this world, breaking through the Jianmen Pass with overwhelming momentum and invincible posture. Even the Donglin Fairy Cliff, which has existed for countless tens of thousands of years, will be buried in the dust of history with his own hands. Just twenty-four years. His life path has changed dramatically. “This feeling is so wonderful!” Shi Wande opened his arms, looking intoxicated. "You evil beast, you deserve to die!"

Shen Zanggu gritted his teeth. "I deserve to die? Haha, hahahaha" Master Wande laughed. Looking at the aging Shen Canggu, he showed disdain: "Shen Jianxian, you are already so old, can you still lift the sword to kill me? I think you should just surrender to me. Considering our friendship in the past, I can give you a good end." "Good fuck your end!" Shen Zanggu no longer cared about his own demeanor and started cursing. "Ha ha ha ha" Master Wande and the other evil demons just laughed. The sarcastic look was as if he was looking at a stray dog, barking at their helplessness. "Shen Jianxian, rather than continue to be humiliated by these beasts, it is better to fight them!" "Correct!" "Even if we can only gnaw off a piece of the demon cub's flesh, even if we can kill one more human rebel, our lives will be worth it!" "Kill, kill, kill!" The eight dead cultivators behind him shouted angrily. "Desperately?" Shi Wande sneered and suddenly took a step back. He waved his hand and said, "My friends, it's your turn." "Yes." A group of people walked forward with expressionless faces. Compared with the various underworld tribes with strange shapes and hideous faces, these people are 70% human and 30% ghosts. Some of them look like old Taoist priests with immortal temperament, but they have a pair of horns. Some of them looked like the heads of respected aristocratic families, but their hair was red and their eyes were bloodshot. Some of them look like fairies with stunning faces and cold temperaments, but they have animal claws and tails, like a hybrid of a human and a demon. these people. Everyone in Shen Zanggu looks somewhat familiar. Identify carefully. His eyes suddenly opened, full of disbelief. "you……" "Stop talking nonsense and let the fight begin."

An old Taoist said with a numb expression. "You are the leader of Xuanqing Miaofa Sect—Zhong Shixian!" Shen Canggu took a step forward and shouted. "Shut up!" The old Taoist flew into a rage, shouted loudly, and raised his hand to hit with his whisk. Shen Zanggu immediately swung his sword to block. ding~~ The two magical powers collided and Shen Zanggu retreated seven steps. The sword hummed and the arm trembled. "Zhong Shixian, the Immortal of All Virtues. You are a noble man in the world, respected by all immortals. Why? Why did you also turn to the evil demons and be willing to be a slave who is worse than pigs and dogs?" Shen Zanggu shouted excitedly. "I told you to shut up!" Zhong Shixian's face was red, and the pair of horns on his head seemed to be red and hot, burning with wisps of flames. "If I don't surrender, what will happen to the 35,000 disciples of Xuanqing Miaofa Sect? If I don't surrender, how will the 40 million people who depend on Xuanqing Miaofa Sect survive?" "Am I going to watch them being treated as livestock by the demons, slaughtered and cooked every day, and eaten alive one by one... Tell me, what should I do?" Two lines of blood and tears slowly slid down. Zhong Shixian's lips trembled and his face was full of pain. "Senior Zhong..." Shen Zanggu stood there in a daze, as if struck by lightning. Zhong Shixian. Known as the "Immortal of a Hundred Virtues", he is kind and generous, loves to help the younger generation, and has never done a single evil thing in his life. Although he is only a Life Pill expert, he is respected by the immortals of the world, and his status is comparable to that of a Dharma Immortal. When Shen Zanggu was just starting out, he traveled the world under an assumed name and received favor from Zhong Shixian. If it weren't for his help. Shen Zanggu was most likely dead by then. He is one of the people Shen Zanggu respects most in his life. But now. Watching the person they respected most appear in front of Jianmen Pass, his blood was forcibly changed to become neither human nor ghost, becoming a pawn of the evil demons of the underworld, and even wielding the butcher knife against their own kind. The shock Shen Zanggu felt was like the collapse of the heavens and the splitting of the earth. "Hahaha" "Hahahahaha"

Master Wande's crazy laughter came from behind: "Zhong Shixian, what are you waiting for? Are you hesitant in front of your old friend? It seems that your heart to submit to my Netherworld Ten Directions is not firm!" "..." Zhong Shixian took a deep breath. The pain in his eyes became more and more obvious, and his expression became colder and colder. He suddenly shouted: "Kill!" "Kill!" Hundreds of cultivators behind him who once belonged to the high-level of Donglin Immortal Sect shouted in unison. A bloody battle among the same kind finally began. "Hahaha" "Hahahaha" Shi Wande couldn't help laughing as he watched the two sides killing each other, as if he was enjoying this scene very much. "After the ten evils are eliminated, one will attain Bodhi." "Kill! Kill!" "After I kill all the living beings in the world, I will be able to attain the only true devil fruit! Hahahahahahaha" Boom boom boom~~ Nine exhausted golden bodies faced hundreds of immortal monks in their prime, and three of them were killed by their own kind in an instant. Shen Zanggu tried his best, but found that he really couldn't lift the sword anymore. Not to mention Zhong Shixian’s top-notch golden body. Even if it was any golden-bodied monk present, his body, which looked like that of a centenarian, could not bear it. Back again and again. It’s not that Shen Zanggu wants to retreat. But his body could no longer withstand the force transmitted from the sword, and he involuntarily retreated backwards. A deep sense of powerlessness came over me. Gala~ The immortal sword named "Cang Gu" in his hand shook, and dense cracks appeared on its surface. Shen Zanggu stood there in shock. Has it come to this? Even the immortal sword that has accompanied me throughout my life is going to abandon me? "Cang Gu Sword, please! Fight with me one more time, just for the last time..." Shen Cang Gu muttered to himself. Familiar screams came from my ears. Five people.

four people. Three people...the number of remaining dead cultivators at Jianmen Pass is getting smaller and smaller. Until the last three people, standing back to back, looking at the layers of people surrounding them, suddenly laughed freely. "Brothers, see you in the next life." “I hope there is an afterlife.” "There will definitely be one!" In the last moments of their lives, the three did not look back in the direction of Donglinxian Cliff. Because they know. There will be no reinforcements in this battle. Donglinxianya will not rescue them! This is their choice, to use their lives to buy the last precious time and to create a chance for their comrades in the rear to fight back. perhaps. They will never see the future victory. But as long as they can get even the slightest chance, they are willing to be unsung heroes for the prosperity of humanity. History will not remember them. But people’s hearts will! "kill!" The three of them suddenly shouted. puff~ puff~ puff~ Sharp arrows pierced through his body and magical spells blasted into his head. The bodies of the three people were torn into pieces, and their glorious lives ended in tragedy. hum- Suddenly, the sound of a sword resounded through heaven and earth. "Nine Heaven Sword Spirit, eternal and everlasting. With my natural sword bone, I offer sacrifice to the Donglin Immortal Dao. The Supreme World Honored One, the Glazed Blood Sword - go!" Boom~~ The sky collapsed and the earth split, and divine light shot up into the sky. Master Wande's expression changed drastically. Looking at Shen Zanggu, whose flesh and blood turned into colorful glass in the light column and who seemed to have instantly regained his youth, he felt a deep chill in his heart. - Boom~~ On the east bank.

Song Lin saw a ray of sword light rising into the sky from thousands of miles away, and couldn't help feeling a little uneasy. "Brother Shen, wait for me! You must wait for me!" The sword light suddenly accelerated. Song Lin had already used up all his strength, even at the cost of burning the essence of his golden body, and rushed towards Jianmen Pass. An hour later. Thousands of miles of journey disappeared under his feet, and Song Lin finally arrived at the Jianmen Light. There is no so-called divine army descending from the sky or appearing before people, nor is there a so-called army of evil demons. The battle is long over. He was a step late after all. This is the cruelty of reality. Not everything goes as planned. What came into view was a ruin. The blood and broken bones scattered on the ground were scattered among the ruins, silently telling the cruelty and determination of this battle. Eight thousand swordmen died, and not a single one was left with a complete body. Then. Where is Shen Zang Gu? Song Lin suddenly felt his footsteps become heavy. He almost didn't dare to think about the possibility. but. Without the support of the Sword Lord and the backing of Donglin Fairy Cliff, Shen Zanggu faced the nine million netherworld troops alone, and at least dozens of evil demons in the Dharma Realm. Is there any hope of survival? Even a trace... is impossible. Gala~~ Song Lin paused and stepped on a piece of bone that was as transparent as glass. It was a skull. The cheekbones with half of their eye sockets seemed to be looking at the world with endless resentment. On the ground beside them was a half-broken glass sword tip, with cracks all over the surface. "Senior Brother Shen..." Song Lin was shocked. He slowly bent down and picked up the skull on the ground, and said in a hoarse voice: "Is it you? Brother Shen...?" Under the sunshine.

The half of the glazed skull in his hand flashed silently, and in the spring breeze of March, there was an indescribable sadness. Song Lin couldn't suppress the sadness in his heart, and his eyes became moist. Shenzang Valley. Ye Liuyun’s previous life. He actually met his death like this? "Why are you so determined, why are you so proud? Doesn't your sword bone allow you to take a step back? Shen Zanggu, you are really a... sword bone!" Song Lin raised his head. It seemed that he saw a young man in white clothes fluttering in the wind slowly turning his head and showing him a bright smile. I couldn't help but burst into tears. (End of this chapter)