Chen Yang relied on the support of his sword and barely stood up. He closed his eyes and let the rain fall on his face.
Over the years, Chen Yang has always encouraged himself and silently supported him. In order to prevent the emotions of other disciples from being affected, he always suppressed his own emotions.
Even if his beloved senior brother died, he would have to conceal the news and pretend to be happy that his senior brother had been relieved.
The sadness and exhaustion of the past few years are hard to express in words.
But it all finally ended. At this time, he could clearly feel that his soul had entered his internal organs. Although the residual fluctuations of the soul-binding technique were still in the sea of consciousness, it could not affect his soul for the time being.
"Disciples of the Sword Sect have received great kindness from their predecessors and have nothing to repay!" Chen Yang said in a low voice.
"Sword Sect disciples can't repay you!"
"No repayment..."
At the same time, more than 300 sword cultivators danced with their hands. They pinched the sword skills with both hands, held their left hands underneath, and raised their right index and middle fingers to the sky. As for their chests, everyone made the same movement, seeming to express their inner feelings.
Respect.
But in the face of their words, the voice deep in the bloodline did not respond.
"senior!"
Chen Yang waited for a moment, but found that there was still no response. He couldn't help but look ahead and asked anxiously to the headless star beast that had turned into a mummy: "Senior, are you still here?"
"Dare I ask if Senior is the elder of my human race? Senior!"
No matter how these sword cultivators shouted, the voice did not respond.
At this time, everyone realized that the senior who helped them had left, or that the incredible bloodline sound transmission technique had ended.
At this moment, a shrill roar suddenly came from the sky above the entire Kingdom of God. This sound seemed to penetrate directly into the soul, resounding throughout this vast country.
"ah!!!"
"Damn the humans! Damn the bald man!"
Along with a curse that was filled with hatred, countless deep spiritual auras emerged from the gray clouds in the sky above the entire Refining Void Kingdom.
The vitality of the entire kingdom of heaven and earth rolled up, a white halo gathered into the gray clouds in the sky, and the majestic pressure of vitality filled the world.
Chenyang and the others were only at the mid-stage of Nascent Soul. At this moment, they felt as if the whole sky was about to collapse. The Nascent Soul Golden Elixir magic power in their bodies was huddled in their Dantian, unable to be mobilized for a while, and each one of them was crushed.
paralyzed on the ground,
"Rumble..."
In the clouds high in the sky, a dull thunder sounded again. As the vitality of the heaven and earth gathered, gray-blue light appeared in the clouds. These light threads were like flexible little snakes, surging towards the center of the Kingdom of God.
go.
And those thick gray clouds also shrank away with the energy, revealing the sky above them.
Behind the clouds, there was a gray-blue sky full of starlight. The originally bright gray-white sky became darker as the clouds disappeared, and the sky was covered with night stars.
Chen Yang and all the sword cultivators looked towards the center of the Kingdom of God. Without the cover of the clouds, they could see a huge gray figure sitting cross-legged in the sky.
However, this body was a little blurry, but as a large amount of gray-blue light and clouds gathered towards it, it gradually became stable.
Chenyang's eyes were red with unabashed hatred, and so were the other sword cultivators.
"The old guy is hurt!"
"He is calling Soul King Buddha. Could it be that the senior just now is the senior Soul King Buddha?"
"Senior Soul King Buddha still has residual consciousness to help us liberate ourselves?"
"It must be Senior Soul King Buddha."
"Although senior died, he was in the realm of refining the void before he died, and his remaining will is still fighting against the old guy!"
"It was his old man who helped us!"
Chenyang listened to the words of his fellow sect, held on to his sword, and stood up again. His eyes flashed with determination and he said: "Senior Soul King Buddha, help us escape from the shackles of the Soul Binding Technique. This is an opportunity for liberation."
As he spoke, he pinched the sword technique with his right hand, and the sword treasure in his left hand turned into a stream of light, turned upside down in the sky, and landed on top of his head. The sharp tip of the sword treasure was facing his head.
"The damn Star Soul Clan, don't even think about enslaving us human monks anymore!"
"My fellow disciples, the opportunity for liberation has arrived. Our human race would rather die with all our souls than be enslaved by alien races!"
No one among the sword cultivators around showed any hesitation. They all activated their sword skills almost at the same time and used their swords.
The Kingdom of God where the Star Soul Tribe refines the void is a place more terrifying than death for the imprisoned human race.
After being possessed by the Soul Binding Technique, any thoughts of suicide disappeared. They could only wait in despair for extreme emotions to ferment, and then they became the soul nourishment of the Star Soul Clan. They could neither survive nor die.
The reason why these more than 300 Sword Sect disciples are able to persist until now is because they can break through the transformation into gods. The will of the gods can temporarily break away from the shackles of the soul-binding technique, so that they can use that short time to help everyone commit suicide.
At this time, with the help of the human race seniors, they broke away from the soul-binding technique. Although the star soul clan Lianxu seemed to be injured, as long as the opponent came to his senses, the soul-binding technique would be planted again.
"Although the human race dies, its spirit will live on forever!"
"The spirit lives on!"
The eyes of these swordsmen flashed with determination. As they activated their sword techniques, dense swords and swords were suspended in the sky, and the sword tips were all aimed at their heads.
"Rumble..."
But at this moment, the gray-blue sky high in the sky suddenly shook, and a violent roar seemed to come from a distant high altitude. These swordsmen subconsciously looked up at the sky.
I saw a bright golden stream of light suddenly falling from the center of the gray-blue sky.
It was like a golden meteor appeared in the night sky. The speed of this meteor was extremely terrifying. As soon as everyone saw it, it fell down the next moment, hitting the hundred-foot body that was gathering energy in the center of the Kingdom of God.
"Rumble..."
The next moment, an ear-splitting roar surged from a distant place, and the entire ground of the Kingdom of God trembled violently.
The gradually solidified body of the Star Soul Clan's Lianxu became blurry again, and the rich vitality of heaven and earth that gathered towards this one-hundred-foot-long body seemed to have been affected by something at this time, and a small part of it was peeled off.
The stripped vitality of heaven and earth quickly condensed in front of the old monster of Lianxu. The milky white vitality kept gathering and gradually turned into gold.
The golden energy was distorted, and in an instant it turned into a golden shadow about ten feet tall.
This is the golden shadow of a human man, with a square face, short hair, and a tall build. He has an indifferent expression and looks at the Star Soul Lianxu who is six or seven times taller than him.
"This is……"
All the sword cultivators forgot what they had to do for a moment, and all stared blankly at this scene.
"The Dharma of the Soul!"
Chen Yang's body trembled, his expression was extremely excited, and his eyes even filled with crystal mist.
"That is the human race's primordial spirit! Our human race still has ancestor Lianxu alive!"
"Brothers, our human race has not perished!"
"We still have hope!"
"Ancestor Lianxu..."
"What an ancestor of Xu Lianxu!"
"Woo hoo... Our human race has not been exterminated..."
Seeing this scene, more than 300 sword cultivators, whether they were Nascent Soul cultivators who were hundreds of years old or young immortal cultivators who were decades old, all burst into tears, and the suppressed emotions in their souls were released all of a sudden...
They all know that the essence of the spirit is a sign of entering the realm of refining. No matter it is a foreign race or a human race, as long as it enters the realm of refining, it will condense the will of the essence composed of the essence. Some will be utensils, some will be heaven and earth spiritual objects, and some will be condensed.
It is the appearance of itself.
The golden figure about ten feet tall in front of me looks like a standard human man. It is obvious that he is a human cultivator.
"Hey..."
At the same time, in the center of the gray-blue sky high in the sky, a gap slowly appeared at the location where the golden meteor flew out.
Outside the sky of the Kingdom of God, the morning sun seemed to have just risen, and a ray of golden morning light shone in through the gap in the gray sky.
Under the illumination of this ray of morning light, Chen Yang's mood suddenly calmed down. Something seemed to have changed in his body, and his expression was full of vitality.
A golden light like the morning sun also emerged from his body, which contained a vigorous and positive aura of will, spreading in all directions.
The sword cultivator disciples who were affected felt like they were back to the time when they first entered the world of cultivating immortals, when they were full of vigor, vitality and vitality.
In the gloomy and dead future, there seems to be hope...