Eternal Martial Emperor

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In fact, Zhong Shudao never blame the saints. All of them are conspiracies of the dark gates. They already knew this.

But how?

Even with the conspiracy of the Dark Gate, could the saint be willing to watch the people of those three realms die?

The Dark Gate has already boasted about Haikou. Whether or not this happens, Shengren wants to take precautions.

Perhaps Shengren is not a general and cannot be as hard-hearted as iron, but from another aspect, Shengren is definitely a good island owner.

"The messenger of the bell ..." Sheng Ren could not help but grin with a bitter smile, his heart moved.

Earlier, he treated Zhong Shudao in such a way that he did not speak out. He led the people in the East China Sea to 'force the palace', forcing Zhong Shudao to pass out.

But Zhong Shudao still did not blame him, but was the first to stand up and comfort him now.

"Bell messenger, after this incident, if we can survive, we will certainly apologize to you for serving wine." At the same time, the four island owners of Qian Bei also came to Zhong Shudao.

Even though the head, elders, and elders of the Dark Gate now represent the seven combat powers of the Dark Gate gathered here, there is still no fear in everyone's eyes.

"Did they go down at Nangong?" Zhong Shudao muttered alone, glanced towards the entrance of the headquarters, and Nangong and others had gradually withdrawn into the headquarters.

Today, there are four million troops and dozens of Emperor Wushen left on the ground, which is already equivalent to nearly 70% of the power of Tu Shenzong.

Everyone is silent now. Saints know they, and the four million soldiers know that maybe they have been alive for a long time.

But in any case, they must persevere, at least for the people in this headquarters to survive, at least for the other younger generations, these people are their last hope.

"While their armies are still in the future, let's go ahead!" Sheng Ren suggested that although they were strong, Anchong and others were very proud.

Only seven of them came at this time without a soldier behind.

With a force of four million and all of them, it is inevitable that some of these seven members of the Dark Gate will be killed.

"Bell messenger, we must fight to death in this battle!" Hoe patted Zhong Shudao's shoulder and raised his voice. "If you can survive, remember to tell Lin Zongzhu to kill the turtles for us Grandson! Don't let one go! "

"Hoe, you call them the turtle grandson, you are also a turtle, aren't you their grandfather?" The enemy did not affect the mood of the crowd, Lan Qing still joked.

"If I had them grandchildren, I would have killed them all already, would I leave them harming the world?" Hoe raised his chin, and looked disdainfully at the seven people in the sky.

Everyone heard the words, they all laughed, all of them were hearty, without any fear.

And this fearlessness, through laughter, infected every soldier.

Every soldier shouted, raised his morale and yelled, "Kill the turtle grandsons!"

"Kill the turtle grandsons!"

"Kill the turtle grandsons!"

The unanimous shout of four million soldiers resounded like a thunderous thunder.

The flag hunted and the drums rang, shaking the hearts of the people.

At this moment, even the people separated by hundreds of miles were moved by this fearless life and death.

At this moment, each of the people folded their hands together and prayed that Lin Yun could return to the world like the last time to fight against the assassination and save them in the depths of the water.

The high emotion also caused Shengren to let go of his previous guilt, only to see him stretch out his right hand and point to Undercurrent. The light behind him suddenly appeared and the immortal flowed, summoning the ‘three dragons’ martial arts soul.

"You killed us today, there are still millions of us!"

"As long as Tu Shenzong survives, he will surely wait until the return of Lord Zong!"

"The day when the Lord Lin returned, this is when your dark gates will fall!"

Everyone now firmly believes that Lin Yun is still alive, because only they believe this, and today they have that faith and can continue to persist.

"It's a group of guys who don't see the coffin and don't cry!" Zhao Lifeng snorted coldly and turned to Anchong to ask, "Master, do you call the army?"

When they came from the East China Sea, the dark gate troops stationed in the East China Sea also started to start one after another.

As soon as a dark surge was ordered, the army of the Dark Gate could soon arrive.

In this battle, they will destroy Tu Shenzong, destroy the East China Sea, and completely let darkness fall into the Three Realms.

At this time, the dark swell that had never shown its true features, with a big wave of the hand, the black mist dissipated.

I saw him stepping into the void, slowly moving forward, and in a blink of an eye, he reached hundreds of meters in front of Shengren and others.

Anchong was carrying his hands, his face was calm, and there was no mood swing.

"Is this undercurrent?"

"It doesn't look so strong?"

"But he is a fourth-grade martial saint ..."

When everyone saw clearly the appearance of the undercurrent, they whispered and talked.

In the eyes of the group of people who secretly looked at him, whether it was Shengren, or the four island owners, or Zhong Shudao, or the group of soldiers like ants, in his eyes, there was no difference.

"Lin Yun really is the belief in your heart ..." Anchong suddenly shook his head and murmured in a low voice.

"Lin Yun is a ray of light in their hearts that breaks the darkness and illuminates you."

"The real war is not just about killing people. What I want to do is to completely destroy the faith in your mind."

Lin Yun is dead, Anchong has never doubted this.

However, Lin Yun's influence on these people in front of him is in his eyes.

These people have unyielding beliefs, even if they kill them?

All the people in the three realms believed that Lin Yun had not died. They believed in Lin Yun and believed that Lin Yun would be resurrected from death to save them.

This is the root of war.

Therefore, Anchong intends to destroy the faith and the fearless spirit in these people first.

I saw Anchong's right hand, and a black residual sword suddenly appeared in Anchor's hand.

Anchong ignored the shocking expression on the face of Zhong Shudao and the people in the mirror, Lin Yun, and laughed, "Who do you have, recognize this sword?"

Anchong was confident, with a proud smile on his face. Because this black residual sword is exactly Lin Yun's sword.

However, when they saw the sword, the crowd in front of them looked confused.

Anchong neglected a bit. Although the demon sword Lin Yun could not leave his body, he rarely used it in front of others.

Obviously, the soldiers in front of them, including Shengren and others, did not know the origin of the slayer sword.