"As monks, there is no need to be afraid. Even if I am defeated, I will not take a step back!"

When Jiu Hong's voice came out, the heaven and earth roared and shook, thousands of swords soared into the sky, and long songs echoed to the moon.

Soon, all these visions disappeared.

Jiuhong left.

On the altar, only the back of the old man from the immortal clan was left.

Somewhat curved.

Somewhat trembling.

There is also some helplessness.

After the immortal clan elder was silent for a while, he shook his head and sighed:

"My monks... will there still be monks after the end of the world?"
Chapter completed!