Volume 3, Chapter 123 Let’s fight.
For the eternal people, this is a portal that can keep outsiders out.
Ye Tingmu stood in the air, controlling the burial to merge into one. Three days of bloody battle had left a look of fatigue on his face.
He calmly hung the broken sword in his hand above his head.
Although the Gate of Eternity before him possessed the power of order and could not be forced into by immortals, its essence was still a formation. As long as it was a formation, he could break it with one sword.
The long sword fell as promised, the sound was like a dragon's roar, the momentum was like a wave, and the sword was slashed out, and the sword energy spread over more than tens of millions of miles.
At this moment, the overwhelming sword intent penetrated the heaven and earth, shaking the void.
"Boom!" A loud noise shook the sea of stars.
At this moment, the world seemed to tremble under the power of this sword.
The Gate to Heaven was torn apart by the rolling sword energy, and then cracks appeared one after another.
In less than a moment, the huge Gate of Eternity was split open by Ye Tingmu in front of everyone's witness.
The four immortals heard the movement behind them and looked back as they fled, watching the Gate of Eternity being shattered. Each of them had a solemn expression, with horror flashing in their eyes.
"What a monster! He even shattered the Gate of Eternity. He's crazy."
"You don't know, he destroyed my body hundreds of times in three days, and I was nearly wiped out several times."
"Let's go, rush to the inverted sky at full speed. The king will personally kill him..."
In the distant Eternal Fairyland, billions of creatures on the five continents also heard this deafening roar at this moment.
They all looked up at the same time, looking towards the distant portal to the fairyland.
What came into view was the collapse of the Gate to Heaven, and the light of the two bright moons gradually dimmed until it disappeared completely.
A gust of wind came from the distant sky, blowing through every corner of the Eternal Immortal Road, and the eyes of the world became hazy at this moment.
"The Gate of Eternity is broken..."
"Did our army fail?"
"After three days of fighting, the Immortal Saint Clan's five million elite soldiers were defeated. What kind of place is Changhe?"
“Is history really going to repeat itself?”
Outside the Gate of Eternity, the new and old generations of Changhe also witnessed the scene of Ye Tingmu shattering the Gate of Heaven with one sword.
In addition to shock, they were more excited, and their blood was burning at this moment, sweeping away the fatigue from days of bloody battles.
Following such a person and stepping onto the upside-down sky, everything is possible.
They also knew that the new leader of Changhe was far more powerful than they had imagined.
Ye Tingmu did not jump over the door, but turned around and looked behind him, looking at the 200,000 troops.
There were fewer and fewer familiar faces there, and more and more strangers, but he knew that at this moment their hearts were connected with his, and their fate was bound to his.
"I'm not good with words and don't know what to say. Logically, you are my elders. After millions of years, we inherited your will and embarked on this path. We came here. All we have to do is simple: just to survive."
His voice was low, and the three armies remained silent, listening attentively.
"When the nest is destroyed, no eggs remain intact. Being born in the long river may not be what we want, nor is it something we can choose. But to live and to choose how to live should be our right. Yet, some people want to deny all of this and reset it all."
"Everyone, we have no choice. If we want to live, we have no choice but to fight. For ourselves, for the Changhe River, and for the millions of lives in the future to have the right to choose how to live, are you willing to fight to the death with me and slash the heavens?"
His voice changed from low to generous, from cold to passionate. His heroic voice resounded throughout the room, touching the hearts of everyone present.
They had heard similar words a hundred million years ago, but they still made their blood boil when they heard them today.
It also expressed their thoughts.
Yes, they cannot decide where to be born, but why should they let others define how to live?
Be it the heavens or the true spirits, they are always thinking about how to overturn and reset the long river. What can they do?
There was no choice but to fight. If death was inevitable, why not choose to die in battle?
At least risking one's life is not only tragic but also offers a glimmer of hope.
The young general in black armor held a spear in his hand and said, "With my blood, I will exchange for the peace of future generations. I am willing to fight."
Watching chess, "Even if there is no chance of survival, where my sword points is where my heart points."
Ye Xiaohua: "I am willing to follow the king and fight to the death."
The strange ancestor immortal said, "For the sake of freedom, life is worthless..."
"......"
Under this sky, in this field of corpses, loud and heroic words rang out, gradually becoming one, and then turning into a overwhelming desire to fight.
“Fight!” “Fight!!” “Fight!!!”
There is no retreat for these heroic and tragic warriors.
Ye Tingmu glanced at them, then turned around and looked ahead, his eyes emitting two sharp cold rays.
"Then follow me. With the sword in my hand, I will flatten eternity and kill!"
At a command, countless people followed his footsteps, jumped over the door he had chopped apart, and marched towards the Eternal Immortal Realm in a mighty force.
The resolute face, the blood-stained battle robe, and the broken blade in the hand, ultimately could not withstand the determination to win at this moment.
Since there is no way to retreat, then don't retreat.
If it never comes back, then it won’t come back.
Keep going forward bravely until your blood dyes the whole world red.
The Starry Sky Turtle was also excited.
It has existed for countless years, but it has never been as excited as it is today. At this moment, it is not afraid of anything. Even if it dies, falls again, and starts its cultivation all over again, it just wants to accompany them to a big battle.
A desperate battle.
There also seemed to be a power burning and surging in the bodies of the three bronze statues. At this moment, they had only one thought, to fight for their new master and ensure eternal peace and prosperity.
The mountains, rivers, clouds and marshes are all peaceful, and the early spring breeze blows gently over the hills.
When the young deer wades the stream, birds fly through the forest.
The vast blue sky of the Eternal Fairyland was originally clear, but at this moment, a bloody road evolved.
The countless flames were just a dark red dot on the horizon at first, but they approached in the blink of an eye, and the tails of the flames connected into a line of fire, like a god wielding a brush, cutting through the sky.
Thousands of miles of blue sky in the eternal sky were swept away by them.
Suddenly, dark clouds appeared, followed by lightning and thunder.
The sunny day suddenly turned dark.
Muffled groans echoed through the sky: "Swords sweep across the wilderness!"
The surging sword energy surged like waves, sweeping across thousands of miles in an instant.
The wind grew stronger and stronger, the blood rain became heavier and heavier, and in the end... corpses fell all over the ground.
It was paved into a blood-red road that spanned five continents, and finally stopped under a towering pillar.
Ye Tingmu raised his sword, and the head of an immortal fell. He also put away the sword and let the blood drip down the blade.
He looked up and murmured.
"Hanging Heaven, the place dedicated to the heavens, today I must personally chop you into pieces..."
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