Each and every student from the Imperial Ancestral Temple spoke uprightly, pressing down on the space of the One Hundred Thousand Sword Cultivator step by step.

"well said!"

Among the students at the Imperial Ancestral Temple, a graceful woman stood up.

It is none other than Ape Saint’s sister ‘Li Shishi’.

"My compatriots in Mozhou are ordinary and simple, but I have ignorant qualifications, but I fight against the fate of the sky. I have struggled to survive even an inch. If this sword cultivator hadn't killed everyone, why would we have ignited the war for generations? Now that Mozhou is experiencing hardships, they still have not forgotten to send me.

Wait for enlightenment and learn from others! However, you sword cultivators still do not know how to repent and are cruel and cruel. No wonder His Majesty Shen Xi and all the people in the heavens and the people of China despise you!"

Li Shishi raised his arms and called out, and among the Taimiao students, there were at least hundreds of exchange students from Mozhou who responded.

"Demolish the monument and welcome the prosperous age!"

"Tear it down! Tear it down! Tear it down!"

Tens of thousands of Ancestral Temple students, led by Taoist masters such as Mu Qingquan and Li Shishi, gained overwhelming momentum.

Buzz!

With their flesh and blood bodies, they bumped into the eyes of the Hundred Thousand Sword Cultivators and stared at them angrily.

"Anyone who dares to disobey the imperial edict will be executed!"

"We are the future of the Immortal Kingdom. We have established a will for the livelihood of the people, established a destiny for the heaven and earth, and created peace for all generations. Who dares to stop me?"

The young faces stretched out their hands to push the sword cultivator, forcing him to squeeze forward!

As for the sword cultivators, their eyes were red and filled with rage!

They had endured it for too long, and retreated out of habit to protect themselves... But at this moment, their palms were trembling, and the swords inside were even more mournful!

"Sun Sword Master!" Mu Qingquan was only a young man in his twenties. He stood in front of Sun Sword Master with a generous body. He looked down at the rickety old man and sneered: "If you kneel down with a hundred thousand sword cultivators,

If you accept the crime, there is still a way to survive. If you dare to take action, think about how miserable your family of twelve will die! How miserable they are, how miserable these 100,000 sword cultivators will be!"

"You are falsely passing on the imperial edict to demolish the monument. This is treason to the country and the human race!" The old man's face was twisted, his eyes were filled with blood, and his rickety body was shaking with anger.

"So what? As long as the heaven continues to be feasting and feasting, what does the world's troubles have to do with me? Old man, it is Shen Xi who is committing the crime now. She has committed the same mistake as this sword monument. She is the one who pushed us to this point.

Who is to blame? Is there a way to have both ends of the world? Since we have to choose between Shen Xi and Mozhou, we are not fools, so of course we choose Mozhou? If Shenxi ascends the road, we will die, do you believe it or not?

"

Mu Qingquan whispered in his ear and laughed ferociously. When he said these words, all his righteousness disappeared, and there was only evil and evil in his eyes!

boom!

"I heard that you are very tolerant now?" Mu Qingquan sneered, pushed Sun Jiansheng hard, pushed the rickety old man to the dirt, and said loudly and righteously: "Sun Jiansheng! You massacred the compatriots in the Demon State, and so do you.

Historical sinner! You are a cruel person! Now that we are doing justice for heaven, do you feel anxious? It doesn’t matter, you kill me! I, Mu Qingquan, can die, but behind me, there are thousands of righteous people of the human race!"

Mu Qingquan jumped up, grabbed the old man's clothes, shook him hard and said: "Kill me! Sword Master Sun! Swing your sinful sword and kill me!"

When the Taimiao students saw this, their eyes turned red. They pushed their swordsmen in front of them and pushed them to the ground. They shouted loudly: "Kill! Let's go on a killing spree! Kill all our Taimiao students! You can do it."

Confuse the people and drag the two states of gods and demons into the abyss of eternal destruction, so that you can increase your sword gangs and sword rings! So that you sword cultivators can make war fortune!"

"Kill me! If you don't kill me, we will uphold justice for the people and overthrow this evil monument!"

Tens of thousands of young people roared and roared.

"Sun Sword Master!" Shi Wan Sword Cultivator shed tears of blood in his eyes. He saw those Taimiao students approaching the Sword Dao Monument. Their faces were distorted, and sword souls condensed on their fingertips, piercing into their own flesh and blood!

All the sword cultivators looked at the old man who was pushed into the dirt by Mu Qingquan.

He is too old.

He has also lost everything.

He just wants to keep these 100,000 sword cultivators and let this lineage pass on.

But there are always people who want to kill everyone...

At that moment, his tears fell on this dark yellow land, and he pinched a handful of the soil of his hometown with both hands.

He knew that as long as they fell, this land would no longer belong to them.

"Stand up!" Mu Qingquan lifted the old man up and said with a smile: "You don't dare to do anything, do you? You still have some sense! After this is over, His Majesty will be extraneous to you and send you to the Demon State to be the ambassador of the human race!

Hahaha!"

Poof!

When he laughed, the head suddenly fell to the ground, and the laughter stopped abruptly.

Time seems to stand still.

Countless people looked over and saw Mu Qingquan's head falling to the ground!

He even saw the rickety old man, who straightened up and held a red, green and blue sword in his hand, with blood dripping from it.

The old man closed his eyes, his dry lips trembled, and said one word.

"kill!!!!"

An old and sad voice suddenly shook the battlefield and pierced everyone's ears.

He had forgotten that he had never sacrificed his sword spirit in public for who knows how long.

It might be that day!

That day, he went to Mozhou in anger, killed several demon saints in a row, and returned in triumph with the demon heads!

However, what was waiting for him was——

The Emperor Qingtian at that time captured twelve members of his family and gave them to the demons of Mozhou, ranging from the elderly to the newborn babies, to torture them alive!

All that was left to him were twelve strands of hair...

I haven't seen the last one.

From that day on, he was dead.

He was afraid.

I'm afraid that there will be no more survivors in this sword tomb.

I'm afraid that this sacred monument of swordsmanship will no longer be wiped or respected by future generations.

He was submissive and lived another life. Even if he was a trafficker and a pawn, anyone could tease and bully him. He always responded with a smile and advised young people not to be impulsive in everything.

However, if you drop your sword and live like a useless person for the rest of your life, will others let you go?
Chapter completed!