You have a good chance, I accept it.

"Gudufeng, go help them and solve it quickly."

Seeing the battlefield below in a state of anxiety, Ye Lin looked up at Gudufeng in the distance.

Gudufeng nodded lightly, and then rushed down with the sword cultivators behind him.

The Ten Directions Sequence and the 1,000 sword cultivators of Shushan Sword Sect standing behind Ye Lin also had a flash of desire in their eyes, but Ye Lin did not speak, and they did not dare to move without authorization.

"Fuck, these dogs, hiding like an old woman, if you have the guts, come out and fight openly."

"I really give up, I have never fought such a frustrating battle in my life, fuck, grass."

"Get out if you have the guts, get out."

There was a lot of cursing on the battlefield below, and the disciples of Jinxu were so angry that they cursed endlessly at the surrounding space.

These guys hid in the hole like rats and did not come out, and shot cold arrows at them from time to time.

This made them feel frustrated that they had power but nowhere to use it.

They had never been so frustrated in their lives, and they were almost frustrated to death.

Boom, boom, boom.

However, the next moment, sword lights were everywhere, and those guys who were hiding were forced out by these sword lights.

Seeing this scene, the big guys laughed.

"Thank you, comrade."

Looking at the cold voices in the sky, Mo San touched his bald head and laughed, and then looked at the monks who were forced out with a cruel face.

Haha, let me show you what cruelty is next. You like to hide, right? Ah?

For a while, with the help of Gu Dufeng, the monks who were still resisting below died one after another.

At this moment, in the entire Demon Realm starry sky, in a major force, a middle-aged man looked at the light curtain in front of him with a gloomy face.

And the scene in the light curtain in front of him was exactly what happened in Beizhou at this moment.

"Damn it, damn it, where did these stupid guys come from? Which faction are they from?"

"And the Lonely Family, damn it, damn it, damn it, all of them, why don't you die."

The middle-aged man rested his hands on the chopping board, his eyes were full of joy.

The reason was that the monks being slaughtered on the screen were his disciples.

He spent a lot of resources to cultivate each of his disciples, and now, the disciples who spent a lot of resources to cultivate were being killed by these guys like pigs.

The younger generation of his own sect was completely buried in Beizhou, and there would be no outstanding geniuses in his own sect for the next million or even tens of millions of years.

The great struggle, they sent people not without cost, those geniuses were all carrying the fate of the sect.

However, at this moment, the death of these geniuses completely cut the fate of his sect in half, and it was good enough for his sect to survive in the future.

The younger generation was almost killed to the point of breaking, and there was no future at all.

The sect's luck was cut in half, and the development was even more slim.

At this moment, even if he was a high-ranking Taiyi Xuanxian, what could he do? At this moment, he also felt deeply powerless.

At this moment, he realized the cruelty of the world. The excellent disciples that the sect had cultivated for hundreds of thousands of years were destroyed in a few breaths.

Is this the price...

If he had known earlier, he should have kept some of them. He should have kept some of them, but he sent them all in at once. Not only did he not get any benefits, but he lost everything.