I'm not a psychopath!

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

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

The members of the Tianjie Society nodded one after another, and forced themselves to rush out of the broken golden footprints.

One step at a time, and another step.

Here, even they can't fly, and can only use their feet to leave rows of footprints on the desolate land.

However, these footprints seem to be blown away by the wind in a few days, far less than the previous row of golden footprints. It's unknown how many years a row of footprints has existed, and it also suppressed a demon god.

As they continue to move forward, the breath of the demon god and the pressure of the rules of heaven and earth continue to be exerted, and some people have even begun to ignite themselves.

Just like the anxious candlelight in the dark, swaying, but very firm.

"I'll go first!"

A stream of fire rushed to the mountain, like a moth to a flame, leaving only five words.

I'll go first.

Then it returned to calm, as if a stone was thrown into a pond, "plop", that's all.

"Alas, it's my turn."

"..."

...

On the top of the purple gold peak of the imperial palace, in the residence of the national master, the national master in green stood in front of the window, his eyes penetrated through the heavy palace walls, as if staring at the distant sky.

The dark clouds in the sky became thicker and thicker, and the natural phenomenon meant that something big must happen.

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

The national master gently reached out, took off the letter tube tied to the pigeon's leg, and pulled out a long and thin paper roll from it.

After quickly scanning the words on the letter, his eyes gradually became solemn.

The letter briefly and urgently described the horrifying scene of the arrival of the foreign demon god outside the northern border, as well as the fact that Old Man Zhu and the members of the Tianjie Society went out to fight, and there were also detailed records.

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

There are demon gods outside and demons inside.

The national teacher slowly turned around, walked to the desk, and put down the letter. His fingers tapped the table lightly, and a glimmer of determination flashed in his eyes.

"The demon god knocking on the gate is no small matter." The national 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 broken, it will be a disaster, and the entire north will fall."

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

He quickly picked up the pen and began to write orders to mobilize the masters in the palace and the elite forces in the national teacher's mansion.

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

"Come here!" The national teacher's voice echoed in the mansion, and several disciples immediately responded.

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

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

His eyes were cast out of the window again, as deep as the starry sky, but his heart was like an upcoming storm, surging.

"Jiang Qing's side must also be put on the agenda as soon as possible. It shouldn't be so anxious. At least it's after the demon clan turmoil is quelled..."

"Alas."

The national teacher sighed. He knew that Jiang Qing, as an outstanding disciple of the Ziyun Sect, was not only extremely talented, but more importantly, he was chosen by fate.

He was the only person in the world who could gather the great trend.

It's just that his realm is too low.

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

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

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

"There is also the war between the human and demon races, which can't be dragged on." There was a hint of urgency in the tone of the national teacher.

For a long time, the contradictions between the human race and the demon race have continued, and small-scale conflicts have never stopped.

However, facing the threat of the foreign demon gods, such internal fighting is undoubtedly a weakening of strength.

Only if the human and demon races put aside their past grudges and work together can they win a glimmer of hope in this disaster.

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

He turned back to the desk, picked up the pen and wrote a letter to the leader of the demon race, with sincerity and determination between the lines.

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

The national 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 in person.

Time is urgent and there is no room for error."

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

In the national master's mind, a blueprint for the future gradually became clear.

…

Old Zhu turned to look at Xu Beitian, only to find that his old friend's face was bulging with veins, 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, who seemed to be merging with some kind of power in their bodies.

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

Without hesitation, they immediately turned around and rushed towards the direction of Jubei City.

Old Zhu looked back for the last time before escaping, and saw that the huge and terrifying body was slowly crawling towards the south, and its every step made the earth tremble.

The disaster in the north has come.

If it can't be defended...

Old Zhu stood next to the broken statue, his chest heaving violently, and every breath brought a blood dance and a hoarse sound.

His eyes quickly swept around, but he saw only yellow sand everywhere, and none of the other members of the Tianjie Club rushed out of the polluted land.

Looking back.

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

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 people out.

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

"Don't, don't come over."

Wang Haoran's voice no longer belonged to the familiar comrade-in-arms, but was full of strangeness and indifference. "It's too late to get out. Even if you can drag a few of us out, it's too late.

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

The old man Zhu stopped and looked sad.

He knew that what Wang Haoran said was true. Those polluting powers were like maggots on the tarsal 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 result, didn't we?"

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

Old Zhu was silent.

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

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

In the wind and sand of the northern border, Old Zhu's heart was broken. He didn't want to leave, and didn't want to abandon those 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 been together for hundreds or thousands of years?

However, facing the pressing power of pollution, staying will only die faster.

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

"We have been established to protect this land and our homeland."

Another member of the Tianjie Club, Zhao Tiezhu, has begun to swell, and the power hidden under his muscles seems 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, and he looked back at his comrades who were fighting against the power of pollution.

"There is no point in dying like this!"

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

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

"Go! We don't have much time." Wang Haoran shouted, his body had begun to mutate, but there was no fear in his eyes, only firmness and determination.

The members of the Tianjie Club walked towards the polluted land one after another, and their bodies became stronger in the mutation, but also more terrifying.

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 would happen in a battle with the demon god. This was the secret method of the Heavenly Tribulation Society, a secret method explored and repaired by countless predecessors.

Sacrifice the heart to the heaven, and die to show your will!

In exchange for the effect of temporarily suppressing the pollution and awakening the mind, and doubling the power.

This method is different from the previous burning body. At their level, it is extremely difficult to improve a little, let alone doubling the power. How can this method be against the sky?

And it can fight against deep pollution...

The condition of this method is that at least five people are needed, and they are "determined" at the same time.

The more people there are, the better the effect. The sages relied on this method to collectively show their will and rely on the efforts of several people to eliminate the demon gods in the southern border.

At this moment, other people in the Heavenly Tribulation Society saw someone taking out the heart, so they all took action.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The hearts were separated from the body but still beating, and the blood was still flowing, as if the world was full of war drums, and began to resonate.

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

He had to survive, for the ideals of the Tianjie Society, for the future of the entire human race, he had to pass on the news of this disaster.

He had to find a way to stop the demon!

He turned around 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 polluted comrades, making their last calls in the wind of the north.

"Well done, old friend."

Behind them, the members of the Heavenly Tribulation Society let out their final roar. Their figures gradually blurred in the yellow sand, but this time, they were also accompanied by the painful roar of the ancient god...

This 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 level began to rise continuously without any sequelae. His understanding of the realm also grew rapidly.

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

"But the next step is to overcome the tribulation. There is a natural chasm between Nascent Soul and Transformation God. This gift alone is probably not enough..."

Immediately he shook his head and said, "I'm so anxious. My cultivation level has advanced very quickly. It has only been a few short years since I entered the immortal world. Now I have reached the late Nascent Soul stage, and I am just around the corner to break through to the Divine Transformation stage."

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

Suddenly there was a rush of footsteps behind him, breaking the tranquility on the cliff.

Jiang Qing frowned slightly. He had already sensed that it was his senior brother who was coming, and he couldn't help but feel an ominous premonition in his heart.

It's so urgent, what's going on?

Unless it was extremely urgent, the senior brother would not disturb his cultivation. The most fearful of cultivators is that they would go astray.

He stood up quickly and went forward.

Li Changsheng's face was full of anxiety, and as soon as he saw Jiang Qing, he immediately said: "Junior brother, something big has happened, the demon god from outside the territory is knocking at the gate in the north.

The whole north is in panic. "

Jiang Qing's heart was shocked, the demon god from outside the territory was knocking on the door!

He didn't know much about the situation of the demon god outside the territory, but he still knew something about the demon god. This was a disaster for the entire human race.

The sages of the Divine Sword Sect were wiped out in order to kill the Demon God!

"Elder 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 Jingcheng, Ziyun Sect, Taiyi Sect, Taoist Sect, Wuji Sect, all monks above the God Transformation Stage will be dispatched."

"In other words, Senior Brother, you and Master too?" Jiang Qing began to feel that the matter was getting serious.

Li Changsheng nodded, "When the world rises and falls, we, the accomplished cultivators, should support the country."

"However." Li Changsheng changed the topic and said: "Our trip is not to the northern border, but to the territory of the demon clan."

"Monster clan?"