Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 534 A spark ignites a prairie fire

Even the Supreme Elder who believed in Lu Wensheng the most, felt depressed when he looked down at the Demonic Abyss, which was known as the place where eternal evil gathered, from above the clouds.

He had lived too long and seen too many sacrifices. Reason told him that the children's hope of survival was as slim as a candle in the wind, and he had to prepare for the worst.

Deep in the spiritual realm, the final sealing method inherited from his senior brother, which concerns the survival of this world, has begun to be quietly deduced and brewed.

Just wait... just wait for the moment when the light of those life cards carrying the last hope is completely dimmed, he will trigger the ultimate change of this mountain protection formation, and then break free from the battle circle, at the cost of burning his entire life and soul, to make the last fight to be sealed together with the Demon Lord, and even to live as long as the heaven and the earth.

To complete this destiny that spans three generations and is passed down through blood and life.

Senior brothers, sons, grandsons... generation after generation have come forward, and now, it is finally his turn.

Is this mission of carrying the lives of all people a glory, or a painful curse passed down from generation to generation?

He had no way to tell the difference, nor did he want to, so he could only move forward.

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In the sect's monk camp, the atmosphere of grief, anger and determination spread like wildfire.

"Senior Brother——!" A disciple of Lingxiao Sect watched Wei Xun's figure disappear in the rolling darkness of the Demon Abyss. His eyes were bloodshot and the long sword in his hand made a shrill buzzing sound. He rushed forward regardless of anything. With the sword energy running wildly, he actually chopped a demon general back several steps.

"Revenge for senior sister! Kill all these demonic beasts!" The tears of the female disciples of Piaomiao Valley had not yet dried, but the music became louder and more passionate, carrying the murderous aura of iron horses and golden swords. The sound waves turned into substantial blades, cutting through the surging demonic tide.

Many elders sighed to the sky, their voices hoarse: "They are all the hard work of the sect, the pillars of the human race..."

"Lu Kui Shou and all the fellow Taoists have already sacrificed their lives for justice, how can we afford to save our own lives?! Protect the formation and buy them time! Even if it takes every last drop of blood, we must make these demonic creatures pay the price!"

The elders of each faction roared and led their disciples, holding off the increasingly frantic attacks of the demons like a rock.

Sadness turns into strength, and despair gives birth to courage.

The atmosphere at the Loose Cultivator Alliance was even more complicated.

They had no sect or school, and most of them were free and easy, but at this moment they were also deeply shocked.

"Damn it... these kids, have guts!" A casual cultivator with a full beard wiped off the devil blood that splashed on his face, looked towards the direction of the mountain top, and roared in a muffled voice, waving the giant door-like sword in his hand even more fiercely.

"I've been cultivating for hundreds of years. I've experienced fear and strife, but today I've finally seen what a genius is! Brothers, don't let these little brats look down on you! Fight these devils!"

"Usually I always thought they were superior, but now... I'm convinced." Another old cultivator muttered to himself, a trace of guilt flashed in his turbid eyes, and then the spiritual power in his body burst out without reservation. He slapped out with his skinny palm, and actually shattered a sneak attacking monster into pieces.

Many of them have received favors from Yu Shuoyang, Lu Wensheng and others, or admire their character.

At this moment, a casual cultivator suddenly took a gulp of strong liquor, smashed the wine gourd to the ground, and roared, "Damn it! Even these proud sons of heaven dared to jump into that devil's cave. Why should I be reluctant to sacrifice my miserable life! Brothers, fight these devilish bastards! We can't let the young heroes sacrifice in vain! Avenge Lu Kuishou and the others!"

There were responses from all directions. The independent cultivators, who already had a variety of tricks up their sleeves, now threw out their most valuable magic weapons and talismans as if they were free. With flashes of spiritual light, they suppressed the demonic tide in front of them for a while.

In the demon camp, rough roars and the sound of war drums intertwined.

The silver dragon Wu Zhi transformed into let out an earth-shattering roar. Its massive tail swept across, crushing a swarm of demons into dust. Its deep blue pupils gazed towards the Demon Abyss with a subtle reverence. "A bunch of... reckless little lunatics! You do have some of the valor of our demon ancestors! My men, the children have already gone to their deaths, how can we be left behind?! Follow me and kill them!"

The master of the Beast Valley, Li Zhe's father, roared to the sky, and the demonic energy and blood light around him became stronger. The weapon in his hand seemed to sense the anger of its master and burst out with unprecedented ferocity.

The mermaid queen had tears in her eyes, and the mermaid war song became more ethereal and sad, attracting the water spirits in the sky, turning into huge waves, and slamming hard on the demon clan's line.

The demon cultivators revealed part of their true forms one after another, roaring to the sky, and their demonic energy rose into the sky like boiling wolf smoke, their fighting spirit being aroused to the extreme.

This heroic act, unprecedented and unlikely to be repeated, would move even a stranger with a heart of stone to lament its failure.

And those monks who had fled the battlefield in panic and hid in relatively safe areas, looking around anxiously, now also saw the "sparks" jumping down from the mountain top through magic tools or spells, and saw the sad and beautiful scene of the sparks falling into the abyss.

The light was faint, but it seemed to carry a scorching temperature, instantly burning through their hearts that were filled with fear, and burning the weeds called "cowardice" with crackling sounds.

The huge shock and confusion were like ice water poured over their heads, making them tremble all over.

Why would you do this? You could live on, why would you choose a dead end?

Resources, cultivation, the path to immortality... these things they regard as their lives, why can those outstanding people give them up so easily?

However, after a brief moment of confusion and puzzlement, a deeper throbbing, which even they themselves had not noticed, quietly rose from the depths of their souls.

For a moment, a dusty memory from their youth was awakened - once upon a time, they might have been sincere in their hearts, dreaming of traveling the world with swords, fighting demons and defending justice, and protecting the peace.

But with the passage of time and the cruel reality, that original intention has long been smoothed out and covered with dust.

At this moment, the figures leaping from the top of the mountain were like a flash of lightning that tore through the haze, illuminating the long-deserted corners of their hearts.

They suddenly felt that something that had been dormant in their blood for a long time was being ignited.

"That's it..." Someone murmured unconsciously.

They felt vaguely that this was how it should be.

Young people are pursuing their dreams with lofty ambitions. Even if the road is long and the horses are fast, and the wind and snow are heavy, they will not change their determination.

What they seek is the brilliance of the peak of Tao, the vigorous burning of life, and a glimpse of beauty across the sky, rather than a long and mediocre life.

The phoenix is ​​reborn from the ashes, burning away the worldly barriers and shackles; they are wildfires that will burn out a clear and bright world, rather than being meek and silent dry firewood waiting to be burned.

Even if it is just to protect a ray of fresh breeze in the world, they dare to blow away the haze that has accumulated for thousands of years; even if it is just to pursue a ray of light, they dare to break into the deep darkness!

A mixture of shame, admiration, and some indescribable passion surged in the chests of these escapees.

They clenched their fists, digging their nails deep into their palms, looking at their comrades who were still fighting bloody battles and fighting to the death, looking at the empty mountain top that seemed to still echo with the resolute roars, the cowardice and hesitation in their eyes were gradually replaced by another light.

The spark not only fell into the devil's abyss, but also seemed to fall into the dead lake of their hearts, creating ripples.

The brilliance of human nature may be covered in dust, but it will never be truly extinguished.

At this moment, it is being reignited by the thousands of sparks that have fallen into the abyss.