Liu Qinghuan was silent, these were things that would not be mentioned in the Xiling Mansion newspaper. After a while, he raised his head and asked: "Has the situation in Sao Feng Continent reached such a desperate state?"

If there is no hope, a weak-willed person will have a high chance of surrendering to the enemy.

Bai Fengming shook his head and said with a gloomy expression: "Despair varies from person to person. If it were you and me, in the end we would probably rather fight to pieces than crawl under the enemy's feet and beg for mercy."

Liu Qinghuan lowered his head sadly: "I forget immortality, but there are some moral principles that I would rather not live forever than give up. Otherwise, how can we call ourselves human beings, and how can we talk about practicing Taoism and refining our hearts."

Thinking of what Xun Weng said, "Death is just the beginning of another round of rebirth," he felt suddenly enlightened.

Both of them stopped talking and looked towards Qushang Swamp quietly.

Time passed little by little. In the next period of time, more monks from Yun Mengze rushed to the Eagle's Nest City. Liu Qinghuan also saw several more figures flashing out of the city defense formation like swords that startled the giant.

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The situation in that swampland is unclear, but the loud noises coming from time to time and the occasional sudden bursts of space fluctuations indicate that the situation is not stable.

Liu Qinghuan was full of worries, but couldn't do anything but wait.

Bai Fengming quickly responded to the call. The Immortal Cultivation Alliance in the Eagle's Nest City was already in full operation. Teams of monks were sent out of the city, but they didn't know where they were going.

The Silent Sound Towers built throughout the city were reopened, and the golden bells automatically emitted a hazy golden light like mist in the gradually falling night without wind.

Liu Qinghuan raised his head and found that the entire sky of Qushang Swamp was covered by thick black clouds like mountains and seas, with a faint whirlpool shape in the center.

His heart condensed, those were not ordinary clouds, but clouds of calamity that were slowly gathering!

Dayan Taizun! Today’s chapter has taken a lot of effort and exhaustion~ Many people are writing about immortal cultivators, monks, etc., which are called immortal novels. We mortals imagine another life,

We are free and at ease, reaching the realm of greatness, but are there real immortal cultivators in this world, or are they hiding in the mountains? The title of this book is "Forgetting Immortality", and it has written more than one million words so far, but its biggest theme is war.

, sects and people. The author hopes that in addition to immortality, he also wants to retain a human's chivalrous spirit, chivalrous spirit, or other things. I don't think an immortal cultivator who only has bloody killings can really become an immortal or gain any way.

That is the devil, not the Tao. Look at the immortals in our mythology, or the immortals in Journey to the West. They are just people with strong power and the same preferences and desires. But the Supreme Being forgets his feelings and does nothing in the Great Way.
Chapter completed!