I'm not a psychopath!

Everyone smiled at each other, knowing each other's intentions. They were ready to sacrifice, just to buy more time and peace for future generations.

“Then, we can’t let this foreign demon god take another step forward!” Old Man Zhu drew the axe from his waist, and a powerful wave of power surged out of his body.

The members of the Tianjie Society nodded one after another and forced their way out of the broken golden footprints.

One step after another.

Here, even they cannot fly and can only use their feet, leaving rows of footprints on the desolate land.

However, these footprints seemed to be blown away by the wind in a few days. They were far less than the previous row of golden footprints. It was unknown how many years this row of footprints had existed, and it had also suppressed a demon.

As they continued to move forward, the breath of the devil and the pressure of the rules of heaven and earth continued to be exerted, and some people had even begun to ignite themselves.

Just like the anxious candlelight in the darkness, swaying, yet very firm.

"The old man is leaving first!"

A stream of fiery light rushed towards the mountain like a moth to a flame, leaving behind only five words.

I'll go first.

Then everything returned to calm, as if a stone was dropped into a pond, with a "splash" sound, and that was all.

"Oh, it's my turn."

"..."

……

On the purple-gold top of the Imperial Palace, in the Imperial Master’s residence, the Imperial Master in blue stood in front of the window. His eyes penetrated the palace walls, as if he was gazing at the distant horizon.

The dark clouds in the sky are getting thicker and thicker. There are strange signs in the sky, and something big is bound to happen.

In the quiet room, there was only the occasional sound of turning pages, until a spiritual dove flapped its wings and landed on the windowsill, bringing an urgent secret letter.

The Imperial Master gently reached out, took down the letter tube tied to the pigeon's leg, and pulled out a long, thin roll of paper.

His eyes gradually became solemn after he quickly scanned the words on the letter.

The letter briefly and urgently described the horrifying scene of the arrival of the foreign demon outside the northern border, as well as the detailed records of Old Man Zhu and the members of the Tianjie Society coming out of seclusion to fight.

The sense of crisis revealed between the lines made him frown.

This is not only a crisis for Jubei City, but also a disaster for the entire human race.

The arrival of the extraterritorial demon god means that the balance between heaven and earth will be broken, and countless lives will face a catastrophe.

There are demons outside and monsters inside.

The Imperial Master slowly turned around, walked to the desk, and put down the letter. His fingers tapped the desk lightly, and a gleam of determination flashed in his eyes.

"The demon god knocking on the gate is no small matter." The state teacher said to himself in a deep voice, with a trace of unquestionable firmness in his voice, "The northern border cannot be lost. If the gate is breached, the whole north will fall."

The burden of protecting hundreds of millions of lives is still too heavy.

He quickly picked up the pen and began to write orders, mobilizing the masters in the palace and the elite forces in the Imperial Master's Mansion.

At the same time, the national teacher also decided to go to the battlefield in person.

"Someone come here!" The voice of the national teacher echoed in the mansion, and several disciples immediately responded and came in.

"Pass on my order. Gather the elite warriors immediately and prepare to go to the northern border." The state teacher's tone was full of unquestionable majesty. "At the same time, notify all immortal gates that the foreign demon god has arrived. The human race is facing a catastrophe. We need to unite as one to fight against the powerful enemy."

The disciples took the order and left, and the national teacher turned and walked deeper into the mansion. For some unknown reason, he looked up again.

His gaze once again looked out the window, as deep as the starry sky, but his heart was like an impending storm, turbulent.

"Jiang Qing's case needs to be brought up to speed as well. We shouldn't be so anxious. We should at least put down the demon clan's unrest after that..."

"Ugh."

The National Master sighed. He knew that Jiang Qing, as an outstanding disciple of Ziyun Sect, not only had extraordinary talent, but more importantly, he was chosen by destiny.

He is the only person in the world who can gather the general trend.

It's just that your realm of cultivation is too low.

But perhaps, in the face of this catastrophe, Jiang Qing's power may become the key to turning the tide.

The Imperial Master walked to the bookshelf, his fingers gently sliding over the scrolls that recorded ancient secrets and legends.

He recalled Jiang Qing's performance in Ziyun Sect. The young man had unique qualities that made him stand out among many disciples.

"There is also the war between humans and demons. We can't delay it any longer." There was a hint of urgency in the state teacher's tone.

For a long time, conflicts between humans and demons have continued, and small-scale clashes have never stopped.

However, facing the threat from the demon gods from outside the domain, such infighting would undoubtedly weaken their strength.

Only when the human and demon races put aside their past grudges and work together can they have a chance of survival in this disaster.

He decided that before heading to the north, he must have an in-depth communication with the leader of the demon tribe to seek the possibility of peace.

He turned back to his desk, picked up his pen and quickly wrote a letter to the leader of the demon clan. The words were full of sincerity and determination.

The letter not only elaborated on the threat of extraterritorial demons, but also expressed the human race's strong desire to reconcile and fight against foreign enemies together.

The Imperial Master sealed the letter, called a trusted disciple, handed the letter to him, and instructed: “Send this letter to Ziyun Sect as soon as possible and hand it to Jiang Qing personally.

Time is of the essence and there is no room for error.”

The disciple took the order and left quickly, while the national teacher took a deep breath and began to prepare his luggage.

In the mind of the national teacher, a blueprint for the future gradually became clear.

……

Old Man Zhu turned to look at Xu Beitian, only to find that veins on his old friend's face bulged, his eyes had turned into deep black vertical pupils, sharp keratin grew on his forehead, and fangs protruded from his lips...

The same changes also occurred in other people, and they seemed to be merging with some kind of power in their bodies.

"Go!" Old Man Zhu shouted loudly, his voice as hoarse as an old bellows.

Without hesitation, they turned around and rushed towards Jubei City.

Before escaping, Old Man Zhu took one last look back and saw the huge and terrifying body slowly crawling towards the south, and its every step made the earth tremble.

Disaster has struck the North.

If you can't hold on...

Old Man Zhu stood beside the shattered statue, his chest heaving violently, and every breath brought a dance of blood and a hoarse sound.

He quickly scanned the surroundings, but saw only endless yellow sand. None of the other members of the Tianjie Society rushed out of the polluted land.

Looking back.

Their figures seemed like cursed sculptures, forever frozen in that desolate place.

Everyone's face was covered with blue veins, and their bodies began to twist and change, revealing inhuman features.

"Get out!" The voice of the old man Zhu echoed in the empty northern territory, with a hint of powerlessness and despair. He subconsciously raised his foot and walked back, he wanted to rush back and pull the person out.

However, at this moment, Wang Haoran suddenly looked up, his face was covered with black lines, and his eyes were flashing with a cruel light that did not belong to humans.

"No, don't come over."

Wang Haoran's voice no longer belonged to that familiar comrade, but was filled with strangeness and indifference, "We can't get out anymore, even if you can drag us out, it's too late.

The pollution power of that thing is too serious. Even if you get out, you will turn into a monster. "

Old Man Zhu stopped and looked sad.

He knew that what Wang Haoran said was true. Those polluting forces were like maggots in the bones and could not be removed.

"It doesn't matter. Since ancient times, no one who participated in the Demon God War could escape unscathed." Wang Haoran continued, "We knew this would be the outcome, didn't we?"

There was a sense of tragedy and helplessness in his voice.

Old Man Zhu remained silent.

His eyes fell on his left hand, and he saw three green scales had grown on the back of his hand. This was the result of his efforts to suppress the power of pollution.

"Hurry up, old man!" Wang Haoran's voice suddenly became urgent, "You still have time. Wait until you finish the last few things you want to do, and then come and accompany us."

In the sandstorm of the north, Old Man Zhu's heart was broken. He didn't want to leave and didn't want to abandon his comrades who had fought side by side with him for many years.

Which of the members of the Tianjie Society is not an old friend who has known each other for hundreds or thousands of years?

However, facing the pressing power of pollution, staying would only lead to faster death.

"Old man Zhu, you must go!" Wang Haoran's voice sounded again, but this time with a hint of determination.

"We, the Tianjie Society, have been established to protect this land and our home."

Another member of the Tianjie Society, Zhao Tiezhu, had begun to swell up, and the power hidden under his muscles seemed to be able to tear his body apart at any time. "Now, it's time for us to fulfill our mission."

"No, it's not time yet!" Old Man Zhu's voice was hoarse and firm. He looked back at his comrades who were fighting against the power of pollution.

"There's no point in dying like this!"

"Who said there is no..." Suddenly, a figure in the yellow sand tore off an extra arm that had grown on his chest, and his eyes temporarily revealed a trace of clarity, "Lao Zhu, you can't stay here, you are different from us."

"Why are you doing this..." Old Man Zhu's voice was choked with sobs, and his heart was bleeding.

"Hurry up! We don't have much time." Wang Haoran roared. His body had begun to change, but there was no fear in his eyes, only determination and resoluteness.

The members of the Tianjie Society walked towards the polluted land one after another. Their bodies became stronger but also more terrifying during the mutation.

In this way, they bought time for Old Man Zhu and gave him hope of survival.

Soon, someone actually took out his bright red heart from his chest.

They had long known that this situation would inevitably occur in a battle with the Demon God. This was a secret method of the Tianjie Society, a secret method explored and repaired by countless predecessors.

Sacrifice your heart to heaven and die to show your will!
In exchange for temporarily suppressing the pollution, the effect of awakening reason will be achieved, and the power will be doubled.

This method is different from the previous method of burning the body. At their level, it is extremely difficult to improve even a little bit, let alone doubling the strength. How can this method defy the heavens?
And it can fight against deep pollution...

The condition for this method is that there must be at least five people who make their intentions known at the same time.

The more people there are, the better the effect. It was through this method that the ancient sages collectively expressed their determination and relied on the efforts of many people to wipe out the demons in southern Xinjiang.

At this moment, other members of the Tianjie Society saw someone having his heart taken out, and they all started taking action.

"Boom bang bang..."

The hearts are separated from the body but are still beating, blood is still flowing, as if the heaven and earth are filled with the sound of war drums, beginning to resonate.

Old Man Zhu took a deep breath. He knew that he could not hesitate any longer.

He must survive. For the ideals of the Tianjie Society and the future of the entire human race, he must spread the news of this disaster.

He wants to find a way to stop the devil!
He turned slowly, each step was as heavy as a mountain, but his back remained straight.

In the yellow sand, his figure gradually faded away, leaving only those contaminated comrades behind, making their final calls in the northern wind.

"Goodbye, old friend."

Behind him, the members of the Heavenly Tribulation Society roared their last roars. Their figures gradually blurred in the yellow sand, but this time, they were accompanied by the painful roars of the Ancient Gods...

It was a tragic death, and their figures disappeared on the horizon.

……

Ziyun Sect, Wuji Cliff.

This is the highest point of the Ninth Peak.

Jiang Qing let out a long breath. After receiving the inexplicable gift, his cultivation began to improve continuously, and there was not even a trace of sequelae. His understanding of the realm was also growing rapidly.

In just one day, he broke through to the late Nascent Soul stage, and there was still an upward trend.

"But the next step is to overcome the tribulation. There is a huge chasm between the Nascent Soul and the Spiritualization. This gift alone may not be enough..."

He immediately shook his head and said, "You are too anxious. My cultivation has progressed very quickly. It has only been a few years since I entered the world of immortal cultivation. Now I have reached the late Nascent Soul stage, and it will be no problem for me to break into the Spiritualization stage in no time."

His heart was filled with joy and anticipation, but this joy did not last long.

Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps came from behind, breaking the silence on the cliff.

Jiang Qing frowned slightly. He had already sensed that it was the senior brother who had arrived, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart.

Why are you so urgent? What’s going on?
If it wasn't extremely urgent, the eldest senior brother wouldn't have disturbed him from practicing. People who practice cultivation are most afraid of going astray.

He quickly stood up and went to meet him.

Li Changsheng's face was filled with anxiety. When he saw Jiang Qing, he immediately said, "Junior brother, something big has happened. The foreign demon god is knocking on the gate of the northern border.

The entire North is in crisis."

Jiang Qing was shocked, the demon god from outside the domain was knocking on the door!
He didn't know much about the extraterritorial demons, but he did have some understanding of the demons. They were a disaster for the entire human race.

In the past, the ancestors of the Divine Sword Sect wiped out the entire sect in order to kill the Demon God!

"Big Brother, I understand." Jiang Qing replied in a deep voice, with a determined look on his face, "What do we need to do now?"

Li Changsheng looked serious.

"Led by the capital, the Purple Cloud Sect, Taiyi Sect, Wendao Sect, and Wuji Sect, all the cultivators above the Spiritualization Stage will be dispatched."

"That means, Senior Brother, you and Master are also in the same situation?" Jiang Qing began to feel that the situation was getting serious.

Li Changsheng nodded, "The rise and fall of the country depends on the successful practitioners of our generation to support the country."

"However," Li Changsheng changed the subject and said, "We are not heading to the northern border, but to the demon tribe's territory."

"Monster clan?"

(End of this chapter)