Lord Hong

When he just came back from the Dragon Burial Realm, Yunhong was full of confidence.

After this line.

His strength has greatly increased, and even if his mana has not yet broken through, he is not afraid to fight head-on with the Perfection of Spiritual Consciousness Realm.

But when he knew that Molten was about to complete a breakthrough, he was really a little confused.

Correct.

Yunhong has indeed made great progress, but his cultivation time is too short after all. He is only 30 years old and has only been practicing for more than ten years.

Now, Yunhong's comprehension of Taoism, secret techniques, and magic weapons are not far behind the Zifu realm that he just broke through, and he may even have a certain advantage over the molten fire that has been trapped in Nanyuan.

The key is mana, the gap between the two sides is too big.

For more than a year, he has not cultivated mana, and has been staying in the real pill state and the divine state of mind, and he is still one step away from the third state.

And the melting fire is about to enter the purple mansion.

The difference in pure mana between the two sides is probably hundreds of times, maybe even bigger, and it is almost irreparable.

And according to Dongfang Wu's previous message, Yun Hong was basically sure that if he didn't take action, the probability of the human race's defeat was more than [-]%.

If there are five years.

No.

three years.

When mana has accumulated to a new level, Yunhong is very confident that he will collide head-on with a Zifu monk who has just broken through.

There is even hope to kill the opponent.

"But, there is no time." Yun Hong whispered to himself, his eyes were cold: "Don't say three years, once the melting fire breaks through, half a year is enough for him to sweep the whole world."

Yunhong can escape.

He can travel to other worlds at any time through the 'Boundary Road' of the Dragon Burial Realm, but what about his family members?

Where are your friends?What about the elders?

They are not qualified to enter the dragon burial world.

Yun Hong, who made the 'Oath of Great Power', unless he becomes the new 'Dragon Lord' in the future, even if he becomes the successor of the Dragon Lord, he cannot bring any outsiders into the Dragon Burial Realm, and he cannot even leak news subjectively.

If Yunhong doesn't make a move.

Most of his relatives and friends chose to hide in the Chengyang ruins.

Chengyang Ruins.

It is the core nest of the human race, and the outer area has long been occupied by the human race. For thousands of years, many large formations have been set up by the human race's spiritual consciousness, which is the last barrier of the human race.

Just like the demon domain of the demon clan.

However, can it block the full attack of a cultivator from the Zifu, and can it last for several years?

No one is sure.

Moreover, the Chengyang ruins are not considered vast, and it is the limit to accommodate hundreds of thousands of people. How common is the entire Changfeng human race?

billion?Ten billion?

Once Yunhong chooses to back down, countless mortals will undoubtedly die.

"Watching hundreds of millions of people die? Watching relatives and friends die?" Yunhong muttered to himself, "My decades of experience and my heart will not allow me to do this. If I escape this time! You can't forgive yourself."

Born here, raised here, and watched it perish?

What is the use of cultivating in that life even if you have reached the peak?

This is tantamount to betraying one's heart, and will become Yun Hong's demon for life.

A knot that cannot be untied.

With such a big spiritual loophole, even if he can really cultivate to return to the universe state and the world state in the future, he will have no hope of crossing the sky.

Must die!

"Fight!"

"At least, there are Senior Brother Dongfang and Taoist Tianxu. If we join forces, we may not be able to defeat the Yaozu and kill Molten Fire." Yun Hong's mind is like a sword, and his fighting spirit is soaring.

For the protection of my heart.

For the beauty in my heart.

Whoever wants to destroy this beauty in his heart will do his best, even if he dies.

boom!

Yunhong turned into a rainbow light and disappeared between heaven and earth. No one except Ye Lan knew that Yunhong had returned to the Jidao Gate before.

……

Yunhong flew extremely fast, flying thousands of miles south in a short period of time.

Fly all the way.

He saw the majestic mountains and rivers of the land of Yangzhou, and saw the countless mortal races living in this land.

It made his faith stronger.

suddenly.

end of the sky.

boom!

A blue dot emerged, flying towards Yunhong at an astonishing speed, and at the same time a huge aura spread out.

"Huh?" Yunhong's pupils narrowed slightly and stopped at a high altitude.

time flies.

In Yunhong's line of sight, the blue dots that were originally like grains of rice quickly grew in size, and everything became clear quickly.

In the end, it became as huge as a mountain, with countless pavilions undulating on the surface, suspended in the sky.

It is Qingxuan Battle Hall.

Compared with the majestic and majestic Qingxuan Battle Hall hanging over Zhongzhou in the past, the current Battle Hall is even more chilling.

What is more eye-catching are the many figures standing above the Qingxuan Battle Hall.

The leader is Taoist Tianxu, and standing on both sides of him are Dongfang Wu, Xing Wusheng, An You, Jiang Yu and other great monks in the realm of spiritual consciousness.

Standing behind are many true alchemy monks.

Yunhong saw a lot of familiar figures, master master Yang Chenyu, Ye Gaoxuan, Shen Changtian, Ye Qing, King Zhenyang and so on.

Or elders, or friends.

More have only seen one side or two sides, or even never seen it.

But at this moment, whether it is the great cultivators in the spiritual realm who are the leaders of the Changfeng Human Race, or many unfamiliar Zhendan monks.

Their faces are full of excitement, and their eyes are filled with hope.

Without exception.

"This battle is a decisive battle between our two clans." King Zhenyang said suddenly, his voice was low and low: "It's about the life and death of hundreds of millions of living beings, and our two clans will all come out."

"In the past few days, we have been fighting endlessly. We have fought to the limit. Many monks of Zhendan have fallen, and even Taoist Huangquan died in battle." King Zhenyang said in a low voice.

"However, apart from the battle, I think many people have been doubting."

"As the first talented 'Lord Feiyu' in the history of our Changfeng Human Race, why hasn't he appeared? Where has he gone? Is he afraid of running away?" King Zhenyang asked.

"Now, on behalf of the highest level in the clan, I can tell you."

"Master Feiyu, he didn't back down, he didn't abandon our human race." King Zhenyang looked directly at Yunhong, solemnly: "Before, Lord Feiyu was wandering outside the territory, looking for opportunities to defeat the monster race, When he got the news, he hurried on as fast as he could."

"Now, Lord Feiyu is back."

King Zhenyang's voice suddenly became passionate: "Master Feiyu, in my heart, I only have one word for you - Lord Feiyu, please rule my human race and fight to the death!"

The faces of the leaders of several spiritual consciousness realms showed strange colors, and many monks of the true alchemy realm even said in unison: "Lord Feiyu, please rule my human race and fight to the death!"

"Lord Feiyu, please rule our human race and fight to the death!"

The orderly and forceful voice reverberated between the heaven and the earth, and the situation changed, and it also impacted Yunhong's heart, making it difficult for him to hold on.

Chapter 92 Please try the sword

"Please rule my human race."

The converging voices reverberated in the vast world, and they rushed straight to the sky with a fighting spirit, and the hope and desire for Yunhong were even more obvious, making Yunhong's eyes slightly red.

Yunhong looked at Taoist Tianxu, Dongfang Wu and others.

Looking at Zhenwu King, Yang Chenyu, Ye Qing, Fengmang Zhenxian and others, their eyes were extremely sincere without any hesitation.

The battle between the two clans.

They fought and collided for nearly ten days.

Although Yunhong knew about the general situation of the battle from Dongfang Wu, in the final analysis, he did not experience it himself, and his feelings were not deep enough to understand the thoughts of many immortal cultivators in the human race.

This battle really pushed the Changfeng Human Race to a desperate situation, and the crisis was far greater than any time in history.

but.

While the human race was going crazy, the monster race was also desperately resisting.

Ten days!

The human race has suffered huge casualties, and all the towns and clans have played their cards, but they still can't break through the defense line set up by the demon clan, the sky demon and many demon gods.

Once the melting fire is successful, it will be the end of the Changfeng Human Race.

but.

No matter how bad the situation is, everyone still has a glimmer of hope in their hearts.

Because, the most magnificent figure in the history of the Changfeng Human Race, in terms of his dazzling rise, he even surpassed the peerless genius of many leaders in the history of the Human Race—Yun Hong!

Fight after fight, and again and again.

The name of Yunhong.

Lord Feiyu's peerless appearance has actually penetrated deep into the hearts of everyone, even the strongest leader Tianxu Taoist and Dongfang Wu who is extremely proud.

They all unanimously regard Yunhong as the future hope of the Changfeng Human Race.

Not to mention other people?

"My human race is not defeated yet, there is still hope!" Taoist Tianxu looked at this scene, and exchanged glances with Dongfang Wu, Jiang Yu and the others.

Although, Yunhong may not be able to win this battle when he returns now.

But at least.

The Changfeng Human Race still retains the greatest hope.

As long as Yunhong is alive, the Changfeng Human Race will not be destroyed.

"Honorable Lord Feiyu." Taoist Tianxu said softly, "This is the wish of my Changfeng human race, hundreds of millions of sentient beings, are you willing to agree?"

Taoist Tianxu looked at Jiang Han calmly.

The supreme leader of the Changfeng Human Race, and the most powerful leader ever, looked at Jiang Han with an incomparably equal attitude.

"Lord Feiyu." Dongfang Wu also smiled, waiting for Yunhong's answer.

call!

Feeling this sincerity, Yunhong had mixed feelings and his mood was agitated.

"Keng!"

The sword was unsheathed, and it flew across the sky.

"Honorable Lord Tianxu, everyone." Yun Hong glanced over the crowd and said softly: "I, Yun Hong, dare not say that I will definitely help our clan win this battle."

"However, I encountered a catastrophe when I was young, and my parents died. It was Xu Kaizhen who saved me."