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Chapter 163 Please, Sword Master Fudao, make a move!
Hearing Di Xie's words, Gu An could only sigh.

Escape to the ocean?
What a joke!
Gu An didn't know what Di Xie's mindset was, but he felt that after the eight dynasties of human race were destroyed, the next to suffer would be the demons.

Previous legends prove this point: when demons and monsters roam the land, powerful cultivators will come.

Using humans to raise demons, or using demons to raise humans?
If you change the narrative, it won't be about fratricide; the sacred site will still be worshipped by both races.

Gu An chatted casually with Di Xie, his gaze never leaving the Heaven-Mending Platform, as he weighed whether or not to make a move.

After all, he still has some time before reaching the milestone of a lifespan of tens of millions of years.

If he were to break through now, he would certainly be able to break through to a higher realm, but he would prefer to unlock the next lifespan function.

He feared that his intervention would exacerbate the demon calamity.

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The Great Jiang Dynasty is located in the northernmost part of the land of eight dynasties, with towering mountains and majestic peaks covering the land, and various wonders that are famous throughout the world.

Backed by the land of demons, the cultivators of the Great Jiang Dynasty faced an even more difficult living environment, which is why they were able to forge the strongest dynasty.

In the North, mountains overlap, snow blankets the sky, and the vast snow fog makes the mountains appear and disappear, like the spine of a dragon, magnificent and awe-inspiring, or like a wall created by nature, separating heaven and earth into two halves.

On a mountain ridge, Lu Lingjun sat cross-legged on a boulder, his spiritual energy surging, preventing the surrounding snow mist from getting close, and instead forming wisps of white smoke that rose up.

She slowly opened her eyes and gazed at the horizon.

Ahead lay the undulating mountains, with faint firelight visible at the edge of the world, which the flying snow could not completely obscure, and strong winds occasionally blew towards Lu Lingjun.

The terrifying demonic aura of the six-headed dragon enveloped the entire world, making even Lu Lingjun and the White Spirit Demon Emperor on her shoulder uneasy.

"What is he waiting for?" the White Spirit Demon Emperor asked in a low voice.

Lu Lingjun remained calm and said, "It may be related to the mountain god, after all, a Mahayana cultivator died at the hands of the mountain god."

"Will the Mountain God intervene? The number of demons in the north is countless. This calamity is far beyond what the Ephemeral Flower Sect can handle. No matter how you look at it, the human race is doomed," muttered the White Spirit Demon Emperor.

It is also a demon, so naturally it will not stand on the side of the human race. It hopes that Lu Lingjun can leave this place of trouble.

Lu Lingjun remained silent, gazing into the distance, lost in thought.

The White Spirit Demon Emperor couldn't help but advise, "Spirit Lord, why don't we head south? Perhaps the ocean isn't so dangerous."

Lu Lingjun said softly, "Do you still remember when I broke through, the cultivators of the Tai Xuan Sect were there to support me?"

Upon hearing this, the White Spirit Demon Emperor opened his mouth, but ultimately could not utter a single word.

It knows Lu Lingjun too well.

If Lu Lingjun weren't so sentimental, why would it have followed her?
The White Spirit Demon Emperor's snake head fell down, and it muttered, "Then let's see if the Mountain God is powerful. By the way, the Tai Xuan Sect also has a Dao-Supporting Sword Venerable. He should be able to make a move."

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A high-pitched dragon roar resounded, shaking the heavens and the earth. A foul wind mixed with flying snow swept in, and even the mountains beneath Lu Lingjun trembled.

Thousands of miles away.

War raged across the land, the earth was scorched black, lava flowed through the scarred surface, firelight floated between heaven and earth, mountains were leveled, leaving behind huge holes, countless cultivators floated in the air, and various magnificent formations stretched across the sky.

The earth was divided in two by a bottomless crevice. Human cultivators were casting spells on one side, while the other side was filled with demons and monsters. They crowded around the edge of the cliff, densely packed, each with a ferocious face. Their roars and howls rose and fell, turning this place into a purgatory.

A terrifying giant monster stood behind the endless demons. His body towered into the clouds, covered in heavy black armor, with sharp fangs on his shoulder helmets like mountain peaks, and heads hanging from his belt, all of them the heads of great monsters.

His body resembled a human, towering a thousand feet tall, with his neck disappearing into the clouds. Six dragon heads loomed in and out of the clouds, and his scarlet eyes seemed like those of a demon god peering into the abyss, chilling anyone who saw them.

He was none other than the Six-Headed Flood Dragon, a peerless demon who shook the land of demons!
On his shoulder was a tiny figure shrouded in dark, demonic energy, with only a goat's head visible, its eyes as red as blood beads.

"Your Majesty, it seems that the human race has no cultivators at the Mahayana realm, and that so-called mountain god dares not cause trouble," the ram-headed demon said, his voice penetrating the ears of the six-headed dragon.

Upon hearing this, an extremely terrifying pressure erupted, startling the demons in front into fleeing in panic to make way for the six-headed dragon.

Before the colossal, six-headed dragon, most demons were as insignificant as ants.

As the Six-Headed Flood Dragon stepped forward, ghostly energy rose up, forming countless graceful and alluring female ghosts. They surrounded the Six-Headed Flood Dragon, their laughter merging together, giving the cultivators in the distance a feeling of being mesmerized.

"The Six-Headed Flood Dragon is coming!"

A burly, bear-like man in a gray robe roared angrily, his voice booming like thunder, echoing throughout the heavens and earth.

Liang Canghai, the sect leader of the Cangtian Sect, flew to the front of the formation. He raised his long sword and shouted angrily, "Disciples of the Cangtian Sect, listen to my command! Take the pills and fight to the death!"

As soon as the words fell, the million Cangtian Sect disciples behind them took out pills without hesitation. They were dark brown pills. After the cultivators took them, their spiritual power surged, blood energy emanated from their bodies, veins bulged on their faces, their eyes widened, and their eyes were filled with blood vessels.

Leaders of other sects issued orders to fight to the death, and the Tai Xuan Sect was no exception.

Ancestor Xuanquan swept across the battlefield and flew to the cliff. Holding a whisk, he drew talismans with one hand, and one after another, talismans drawn with spiritual power appeared in front of him, lined up in a row.

More and more cultivators at the Profound Heart Realm flew to the cliff above the isolated battlefield to face the six-headed dragon that was about to cross the cliff.

Sword Maniac Han Ming was also in the Great Yu Dynasty's territory, preparing for a desperate battle.

Lu Lingjun arrived riding a hundred-zhang-long white python, her swords wielded in both hands, her aura overwhelming, her eyes showing no fear. "It seems that the human race lacks the potential for great enlightenment. If so, then they should rightfully become the prey of the demon race!"

The cold voice of the six-headed dragon echoed between heaven and earth. Immediately afterwards, the six terrifying dragon heads roared in unison, shaking the heavens and the earth.

The roars of dragons converged and traveled extremely far, reaching the lands of the eight dynasties.

Another great war has broken out!

This time, the approach of the six-headed dragon heralds the official start of the calamity of demons!
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Tai Xuan Gate, the outer city wall.

When the sound of a dragon's roar came from afar, the snow falling between heaven and earth seemed to stop, and hundreds of thousands of disciples on the Heaven-Mending Platform opened their eyes in unison.

Gu Zong, who was sitting in the middle, had a drastic change in expression, his eyes filled with worry.

The disciples in the streets, mansions, and villas throughout the city were also disturbed. Even though they could not see the situation in the northern border, they were terrified just by hearing the sounds.

What kind of terrifying demon could have such a horrifying roar?
Even the various medicine valleys outside the outer gate were alarmed.

Xuan Valley, on the mountaintop.

Gu An and Chu Jingfeng stood side by side, gazing northward, their robes billowing in the wind and snow.

When Chu Jingfeng heard the roar of the six-headed dragon, he frowned and asked, "Valley Master, do you think the Tai Xuan Sect can survive this calamity?"

While observing the battle with his divine sense, Gu An said, "Of course we can. We have faith in the Tai Xuan Sect and in the cultivation world we live in."

As the six-headed dragon crossed the canyon, streams of profound spiritual energy emerged from the land of the Eight Dynasties, heading towards the northern border.

It's not just the land of eight dynasties!
Even the southern ocean is emanating a powerful aura!
At this moment, Gu An felt the profound heritage of the eight dynasties, which was the accumulation of nearly ten thousand years.

Some people travel to the ocean in search of immortality, while others, even when far from home, still yearn for their homeland.

Gu An reached for the double-heart ring on his right hand with his left hand. In fact, he didn't need the ring; he could sense Lu Lingjun's danger.

Even with the long-range attack, Lu Lingjun was still seriously injured. The Six-Headed Flood Dragon was simply too powerful, its attacks were devastating, forcing the entire human race to retreat continuously.

"It's a pity I'm a cripple now, otherwise I would also join the war, even if it meant dying on the battlefield," Chu Jingfeng sighed.

Gu An patted Chu Jingfeng on the shoulder and said, "How could you be a cripple? As long as a person is alive, there is still hope. You can turn your current discontent into motivation. Perhaps one day, the Tai Xuan Sect will need you to save it. At that time, you will be the hero of the Tai Xuan Sect. I hope I can see that day in my lifetime."

Chu Jingfeng turned to look at him and asked, "Do you really think I can do it?"

Gu An laughed and said, "Of course, Brother Chu, in my eyes you are a prodigy. What I can't do, you can definitely do."

A chosen one of heaven?

Chu Jingfeng was in a daze, looking at Gu An's smile, a surge of power welled up in his heart.

Over the years, Gu An has been encouraging him.

If there were even a trace of insincerity, it would not have lasted until today.

This shows that Gu An is really looking forward to him!
"Please, Sword Master Fudao, make your move!"

From afar came Gu Zong's hoarse shouts, followed by a gust of wind and snow that rushed towards the two of them.

Before Chu Jingfeng could speak, shouts rang out again from afar. It was the shouts of hundreds of thousands of cultivators, all speaking in unison, so loud that even the sound of wind and snow could not drown them out.

"Please, Sword Master Fudao, make your move!"

"Please, Sword Master Fudao, make your move!"

The voices grew louder and louder as more and more people joined in.

Chu Jingfeng sighed, "I'm not sure if I'll become a hero in the future, but right now, Sword Master Fudao is the true hero of the Tai Xuan Sect."

distance.

Inside the outer city gate.

On the Heaven-Mending Platform, hundreds of thousands of disciples sat cross-legged, shouting at the top of their lungs. Even the disciples on the streets began to shout along, begging the Sword Venerable Fudao to take action.

Gu Zong, who was shouting, seemed to sense something and looked down. He saw that his sword was trembling, as if it wanted to be drawn.

He took off his sword, and so did the other disciples; some even took their own swords out of their storage bags.

On the street, disciples stopped in their tracks, staring in astonishment at the swords at their waists or in their hands.

All of their swords trembled, and they felt an immense sword intent enveloping them.

Could it be...

A bold guess emerged in the minds of the Tai Xuan Sect cultivators.

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