Volume 2, Chapter 147: Life or death, surrender or not.

The ground sank over an area of dozens of miles.

The surrounding mountains and rivers shook.

Even the magnificent Shanhaiguan began to shake violently.

Jinghong almost fell down because she didn't stand firmly, but fortunately Shou was quick-witted and caught her in the first moment.

The tranquil coastline in the distance was also affected, causing huge waves.

The sense of destruction continues to sweep across.

The ground was devastated, with cracks spreading everywhere.

The wandering souls and the extraordinary ones fainted when this evil wind fell.

The one who entered the holy realm was slammed hard to the ground, and his whole body sank with the ground.

As for the saints, some of them knelt on one knee.

Some of them struggled to hold on, but were also bent over by the pressure.

There was a whistling sound in my ears.

Waves of fear surged in my heart, sweeping outward and filling my eyes.

They struggled unwillingly and circulated their spiritual power frantically, but it was of no avail.

Except for the impotent rage, everything is nothing and cannot be moved at all.

Ye Tingmu leaped into the sky in one step.

The wind of oppression here was blown by him, so he was naturally not blocked by it.

Above the vast sky, Ye Tingmu descended like a god of death, wanting to destroy the world.

The black armor, accompanied by the red headband, is so eye-catching and dazzling.

Between heaven and earth, he is the only one standing on the peak.

And that place where the pressure came from.

In the dark void.

The huge swords surrounded by black gas gradually revealed their true appearance.

They burst through the air.

Born from nothingness.

From the ancient times of antiquity.

The number is in the tens of thousands.

Each sword is as big as a mountain or river.

The sharp sword edge flashed with a cold black light.

They descended upon the world with an aura that did not belong to this world.

Hovering high in the air.

The sword was trembling.

The sound of the sword echoed between heaven and earth.

No one doubts that if they fall, heaven and earth will be destroyed.

Above the Heavenly Palace, all the Immortal Emperors were shocked when they saw this scene, and their mouths were opened in shock.

The originally noisy Lingxiao Palace was now silent.

quiet!

Deathly quiet!

Only the sound of everyone's breathing gradually echoed.

They knew that those swords came from ancient times.

I have only seen it in history books.

But at this moment, they appeared before their eyes, and there were more than one.

It’s tens of thousands.

Summoned by a mortal from the netherworld.

At this time, one person murmured, "The ending is determined!"

"Who is he?"

No one answered because no one knew.

Perhaps before this moment, they were still skeptical about what the Immortal Lord said.

After all, Ye Tingmu is just a mortal.

How could the threat be so great? In their opinion, what the Immortal Lord said, that this boy could destroy the world for three days in the future, was too alarmist.

He even felt that the thirty Immortal Emperors were too hasty in opening the passage.

Because in their opinion, if all the saints in the East China Sea attack him together, Ye Tingmu will surely die.

But now they realize how ignorant they were.

The person who can perform such a sword move is still in the lower realm. Such a person is definitely not as simple as they see with their naked eyes.

Some people shook their heads and left, while others looked solemn.

This battle, whether you watch it or not, has no meaning anymore.

With just this one move, Ye Tingmu is invincible in the world.

At this time, the saints of the East China Sea were filled with despair.

At this moment, they looked at the man in the sky, and had no thought of resistance in their hearts.

They were scared, completely scared.

Even a saint is afraid of death.

Ye Tingmu raised his fingers above his head. He knew that as long as his fingers fell, everything would be over.

The coalition of hundreds of nations before us will become history.

Turn into nothingness and enter the cycle of reincarnation.

But obviously, he didn't want to do that.

Killing them, what would that do? Would it make you invincible?

But I am already invincible.

Or is it possible to allow Jiuzhou to dominate the world?

Not really, when he figured out this sword move a few days ago.

No one can shake Kyushu anymore.

If that's the case, then what's the point of beheading it?

It was nothing but rivers of blood, and all the saints of the East China Sea were buried in the mountains and seas.

Then all the nations would either surrender or be destroyed.

And then the hatred lasted for a thousand years.

Their descendants may hide in the mountains, hide in the darkness, or hide from the world, lying dormant with hatred engraved in their bones.

Just to take revenge on myself and kill myself one day.

The cycle repeats itself.

Just like the grudge between Kyushu and the Seven Kingdoms, it was born at the beginning of the founding of the country, and then there were thousands of years of killing and fighting.

Hundreds of millions of casualties among the eight nations.

He didn't want to repeat the same mistake.

He is Ye Tingmu, a time traveler from modern times. He is also the elder brother of Tao Ancestor, Demon Lord, and Monster Ancestor.

For him, killing was just a way to survive.

If no one threatens me, I will be invincible and killing will become meaningless.

A strong person should have a broad mind.

He once taught his younger brothers and sisters that no matter how tightly you clench your fist, it is still empty inside. Only by opening it can you have everything.

He lowered his brows and looked at the hundreds of thousands of people and hundreds of saints under the sky.

He said in a deep voice: "To live or to die, to surrender or not, make your choice."

His voice was like a loud bell.

It resounds through the sky and echoes between heaven and earth.

It made the soldiers of Kyushu inexplicably excited.

Jinghong was so excited that she saw stars.

All the beasts in the Eastern Wasteland were silent as cicadas, staring at Ye Tingmu in a daze.

There is also a deep fear in my heart.

Hua Zhilu stood in the sky, with a smile on his face.

She was naturally happy that her brother was so powerful.

The words of life and death, surrender and non-surrender echoed in the ears of the saints and ancestors on earth.

Confused expressions appeared on their faces.

If you surrender, you lose and everything is gone.

If you don't surrender, you will lose too. You will lose everything, and even your life.

There was sadness on their lips and they clenched their teeth tightly.

They looked indifferently at their tribesmen and countrymen around them.

No one responded for a long time.

The whole world was quiet for several seconds.

A trace of displeasure appeared on Ye Tingmu's brow.

He said calmly: "I'll ask again, lower or not lower?"

The ancestor of the Jin clan looked up and asked, "If they surrender, can you let my people go?"

Although he was unwilling, he had no choice.

Surrender and return to the East China Sea means the loss of the country and the rule of Kyushu.

As saints, they will also pay a price, otherwise how can Jiuzhou be at ease and allow them to threaten itself.

So for these saints, surrender probably still means death.

The only difference is that the tribesmen can survive.

Ye Tingmu naturally knew this. When the challenge arrived that day, all the saints were willing to fight, and even Li Changshou did not back off. Wasn't it because of this reason?

Although people allow you to live, others can only feel at ease if you are alive.

Basically, the top practitioners, saints and human saints will be killed.

So he knew what the other party was afraid of. He raised his eyebrows and said, "I told you, treat the prisoners well. Anyone who surrenders can live, including you?"

Although what he said includes you.

The ancestors did not believe it, but they had no choice.

In the face of absolute strength, they are powerless.

At this time, Ye Tingmu was above gods to them.

"I surrender!"

"The Red Flame Empire has also surrendered."

"The Northern Wasteland Witch Clan is willing to surrender."

“I surrendered too…”