"Master, Chief Sword Technique, I am going to retreat to attack the Earth Immortal." Shangguan Haitai has reached the peak of immortality, and the bottleneck that blocked him from entering the Earth Immortal has begun to loosen.
"Yeah."
Shangguan Haitai opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he did not speak.
Chu Feng looked at Shangguan Haitai's retreating figure, thought for a while, and suddenly stopped him.
"Wait a minute, Shangguan Haitai."
Shangguan Haitai turned around and looked at Chu Feng in confusion.
"What's wrong? Chief Sword Technique."
"It's been so long, you haven't taken a photo with You Shuang, right? Let me take it for you?"
Youshuang's body trembled slightly. How could he not know the meaning of Chu Feng's words?
If it fails, I’m afraid it will be difficult to see each other again.
"Okay..." Youshuang took out his phone, handed it to Chu Feng, and walked to Shangguan Haitai's side.
This mobile phone has been with him for more than four hundred years, and he has taken many pictures of scenery, but the most important ones are the people who are closely related to him.
The flash flashed past, reflecting the two figures into the photo album.
"Sir Sword Technique, are you okay?" Youshuang knows how to use a mobile phone after all. He is very sure that Chu Feng has indeed finished taking photos just now. However, he is currently tinkering with his mobile phone and has no idea what he is doing.
"Wait a moment."
The phone crackled, which was the sound of Chu Feng’s fingers pressing on the numeric keyboard.
After a while, he stopped moving his hand and returned the phone to Youshuang.
"Youshuang, let's go help Haitai protect the law and stay with him more." The phone screen goes out and the group photo can be saved temporarily, but Shangguan Haitai is still here.
Compared with the two people in the photo, the real ones are undoubtedly the most important.
The sun and moon rotate, and time flies.
The deduction lasted for 519 years.
The thunder disaster fell, and all the thunder in the sky was resolved by Shangguan Haitai. A beam of light rose into the sky and dispersed the thunder clouds.
Shangguan Haitai has become an immortal.
......
Human territory.
The land of the dead has killed all the plants and the land has been corrupted.
Immortal cultivators are also human beings, they are not gods. In just nineteen years, the human race has not much food left.
High-level immortal cultivators may be able to live without food, but low-level immortal cultivators will die sooner or later without food.
Some people have already begun to lose their lives.
Evil ghosts and skeletons appeared sporadically and were suppressed by the troops stationed here.
The territory of the human race is too large, and it is impossible to have enough troops in every place to suppress these undead creatures.
If the projection of the alien gods cannot be killed as soon as possible, mankind may inevitably be annihilated.
All the houses are dilapidated and dilapidated, and the cultivators are becoming more and more decadent. They slump in front of the house and look at the sky with dull eyes. That is the only place that is not polluted.
It is still the same as before, with the purest blue color.
This disaster, like a plague, slowly erodes everyone's soul and kills their hope of survival.
The world has changed too much.
Even in the past, the four tribes fought constantly and wars broke out frequently, but they were not as desperate as they are now.
After all, the four races are at least all living beings.
Better than this damn pollution and undead.
"Sir Sword Technique, do you know more information about the projection of foreign gods?" Shangguan Haitai, You Shuang, and Chu Feng were walking on the decaying land, and the miserable state of the immortal cultivators around them came into their eyes.
They are all humans, so how can they bear to watch their fellow humans being tortured like this?
"Sorry, I don't know, but there is definitely a way to defeat him. I still hope you will wait a little longer."
After Chu Feng finished speaking, he smiled at Shangguan Haitai.
"But you won't listen to me, right? You and Chief Shangguan Zhishui...are very similar to each other. Not only do you not listen to advice, but you also insist on being a hero yourself."
Chu Feng knew that persuasion was useless. Shangguan Haitai was a good king and he would not abandon his people.
Shangguan Haitai smiled and shook his head gently.
"Sir Sword Technique, I know that what you said is all for the consideration of the human race. Haitai is very grateful. He has suffered the side effects of this kind of thing. To be honest, I am not sure whether I can defeat the projection of the alien gods, but...
.."
The smile on Shangguan Haitai's face disappeared, replaced by a look of determination.
"I am the king of the human race, the strongest among them. I must do this, and only I can do it! My people are suffering such torture at this time, and my heart...
....It hurts! A man is born between heaven and earth, and at worst he will die. I will do my best to pursue that glimmer of hope."
Shangguan Haitai took a deep breath and looked up at the sky.
"The cultivator of immortality..."
"The cultivator of immortality..."
Chu Feng imitated Shangguan Haitai's words and smiled at him. This sentence was something he taught Shangguan Haitai.
"It goes against nature!"
The two looked at each other and smiled, seeming to have completely forgotten the crisis in the world, which was also a sign of their calmness.
"Come on! Shangguan Haitai! Don't lose to the guy with the outer god projection!" Chu Feng looked at Shangguan Haitai's back, and for some reason, his nose felt a little sore.
Shangguan Haitai waved his hand and did not respond to Chu Feng. He took out the shakuhachi from his arms, put it to his mouth and started playing.
The melody is desolate, like a lament, and there is a feeling that a strong man has gone and will never return, and the sad mood suddenly surges into everyone's hearts.
This is exactly Shangguan Rujiang's tragic song of thinking about water, which he composed specifically for Shangguan Zhishui.
However, now, this piece of music is no longer just composed for Shangguan Zhishui.
The song represents all the immortal cultivators of the human race who died in battle. For the human race, everyone has paid too much. Everything they have done is to let the human race survive, nothing more.
The scene in front of Chu Feng changed rapidly. The wars over the years all appeared in front of his eyes. The ancestors of the human race spent their lives to disperse the three races and unified the continent. How could the human race, with a bright future, fall here?
!
This beautiful world must be protected by them.
Just kill the projection of a mere alien god!
As the song came to an end, the scene gradually began to blur. The back of Shangguan Haitai appeared in front of Chu Feng's eyes, which overlapped with the real Shangguan Haitai in front of him. It was both real and illusory.
Ever since Shangguan entered the river and played it once for Chu Feng, this piece of music has been a rule in the Shangguan family. After learning this piece of music, you can only play it once in your life.
And that time was at the end of life.
Miracles? Maybe there are, but they don’t exist here. In this deduction world, everyone is a toy in the major paradises, and they are not worthy of receiving the gifts of the paradise.
Rather than placing hope in illusory miracles, it is better to fight to the death and carve out a foothold for the human race in this world!
Shangguan Haitai, I'm afraid this farewell may be a disaster...
This chapter has been completed!