The sword light was cut off inch by inch in the dark clouds in the sky.

Duanmu Jue looked at everyone with an ugly face: "Is it you?"

The black light soared in the clouds and turned into a black-robed Taoist: "This world is of great importance, and our three teams have already discussed it. We must help the god of this world return to his place. Even if we kill tens of millions, we must complete the task."

Duanmu Jue looked at Maolin and Baili among the crowd.

There are three Courts of Saints descending on this historical fragment. Although there is business competition among them, the main premise of everything is the restoration of this world.

After Duanmu and his party arrived, Baili, as the representative of their group, joined Maolin, the non-staff member who arrived first, and then negotiated with the other two teams.

As a result, everyone assisted the exiled treacherous villain, killed the hero who saved the country together with the twelve warriors, and brought this "wrong world" back to the right track.

Baili saw Duanmu Juan's gaze, covered his face with a feather fan, and nodded silently.

Duanmu Jue's heart sank. He had appeared several times in the past, although he had also appeared to play the role of "evil man" and incarnate into a calamity to temper the gods to restore their true colors.

But never once did it cause harm to mortals.

No, when we correct history and make everything correct, those mortals born in the "wrong history" have already died completely.

Duanmu Jue has mixed flavors, and all kinds of emotions are rolling in the chest.

"Boy, are you going to give up now?" Mrs. Xiang came floating over.

"Your companion hasn't given up yet!"

Duanmu Jue turned his head and looked down. Zhao Ying was standing on a high platform, accompanied by another Mrs. Xiang, directing the mortals in the city to evacuate.

Seeing Duanmu Jue hesitating in the air, the young man took a deep breath and shouted to everyone in the air: "No matter what the future holds, at this moment, I will not allow these mortals to die in front of me."

The dull hair on his head stood up with a "pop" sound, and then turned into a ball of hair and flew into the sky.

"Jiji-Nono--"

The fur ball crashed into a magic bird and rescued the girl from its claws.

Roar--

Another monster rushed over and tore the fur ball to pieces with its sharp claws, severely injuring it.

The fur ball was listless and quickly flew back to the boy.

The young man looked at the injured spiritual pet and took out a talisman: "Proliferate!"

The light of the spiritual talisman cast over the spiritual pet, and the fur ball instantly expanded a hundred times. Then with a bang, dense fur balls surged out of its body, filling the sky and streets, and drove all the monsters out of the city.

The black-robed Taoist stared at Baili and Maolin.

"What do you want from this Holy Court? Are you going to let your people run amok?"

"He is still young, so please forgive me, senior." Baili apologized helplessly and walked down the clouds.

"Humph - hurry up, because he doesn't have much experience and I don't have the same knowledge as him. Take him away quickly. If you stop him, I will really take action!"

Baili sped down and called Maolin to follow him.

The young man in green clothes stepped on the wooden sword, feeling helpless in his heart.

Although it has been confirmed that Zhao Ying is not the person he was ordered to find, his face is really scary. In front of him, he can only act like a grandson. How can he dare to attack him?

But he gritted his teeth and followed Baili towards the city. By the way, he picked up Duanmu Jue who was hesitating in the air.

The three people came to Zhao Ying's side, and the young man waved his hand: "No need to persuade, no matter what, I cannot allow this kind of indifference to mortals and take the initiative to kill mortals!"

At this moment, a green light lit up in the sky, and a huge sword struck the dark clouds from a distance.

The eyes of the black-robed Taoist and others lit up.

"They're coming!"

Massacring the city is just a means, the real purpose is to deal with these "undead" who should have died but have come back to life!

The cyan sword broke through the dark clouds, and twelve white lights rushed into the city, guarding the city gate to ensure that the demons could not invade again.

The black-robed Taoist and other foreigners were knocked back with a sword. He shouted sharply: "Everyone, launch an attack on the city!"

The pre-prepared plague and poisonous mist slowly drifted down. The number of demons outside the city doubled, and they used human sea tactics to fight against the twelve warriors.

The master of the cyan sword appeared and saw that the city below was being corroded by the poisonous mist. He immediately cut his wrist and used his divine power to clear away the poisonous mist below.

"continue!"

Seeing the savior hero acting like this, everyone's eyes lit up.

Thunder and flames blasted into the city, forcing him to expend his divine power several times in order to save mortals.

Looking at this scene, Zhao Ying's eyes became even colder. He communicated with the two Mrs. Xiang in a low voice.

Peng Yu frowned, looking at this funny scene, and shook his head silently.

People who hold the correct position do not hesitate to use shameless means. But people who hold the wrong position work hard to save others and constantly sacrifice themselves.

“In a world like this, is there any need to redeem and repair it?”

The Queen of the Underworld reappeared and smiled sarcastically: "Heaven hides filth and evil, and there are a lot of disgusting things like this. If you don't take action, you can see a more exciting scene."

Peng Yu turned his attention to the city. One of the twelve warriors who followed the hero to save the country was healing a group of injured mortals at a certain vegetable market.

But just as he was helping an old woman heal her broken leg, suddenly the old woman stabbed him in the chest with a sharp knife.

"you--"

When he saw the old woman's gradually changing appearance, the warrior showed a look of surprise and resentment.

"It's you - you traitor!"

"Hehe, if you lackeys don't close your eyes and insist on jumping out to snatch my throne, then you'll die again!"

The poison-quenching blade is a gift from those who descend from the sky, and it can poison the gods with the poison of the divine wine.

My chest felt numb and itchy, and all my strength was drained from my body.

Just as the warrior was dying, a green light fell in the sky, transferring the poison from his body to his own body.

Peng Yu's eyes showed a hint of emotion.

"This man has a really good character."

Queen of the Underworld: "Although I don't like these heroes and warriors who symbolize humanity and fight against the conquest of the earth. But I have to say that the God of Fortune has been trained very well in this aspect. In comparison, the dependents of the Zhouguang gods are just...

…”

Human affairs must be resolved humanely.

According to Peng Yu's superficial understanding, the gods of the heavenly universe are hidden behind the scenes, indirectly affecting the direction of the world in the form of their dependents and spokesmen.

The god of martial arts will recruit disciples in the human world, teach martial arts, and let knights preach their faith.

The king god left his bloodline in the world, established a kingdom, and promoted his divine power.

The God of Fortune, by supporting the children of destiny to become heroes and brave men, solves one crisis after another and brings peace to the world.

The gods of Zhouguang who control time are the descendants of the Court of Saints at the moment.

In the air, after the hero absorbed poison for his companions, his physical strength became more and more exhausted. The black-robed Taoist led a group of descendants, and the attack became more fierce.

Duanmu Juan, Baili, and Maolin stood around the high platform.

"Are we just going to watch this?"

They heard the young man muttering with Mrs. Xiang behind them.

Facing this "just but shameless battle" in the air, the three young people could not bear to look at it.

But if this world cannot be repaired for a long time, doesn’t it mean that the people in the right world will disappear forever. And the people in this wrong world will permanently replace the existence of the right world?

"Kill tens of millions of people, and save tens of millions of people..." Baili said sadly, "In order for the real universe to be restored, even if this world does such a thing, it is inevitable."

Duanmu Jue was silent.

He knew that the restoration of heaven required the return of the gods. And all the gods were not necessarily kind. In a certain world, a god who returned to his position would hate them and secretly cause trouble in the next world.

The universe is diverse, and there must be good and evil. Heaven contains all things, and there are good gods who are compassionate to all living beings, and there are also evil gods who are cunning and vicious.

Letting the evil gods return to their places is naturally part of the restoration of heaven.

But Duanmujuan just couldn't get over this hurdle.

Look at the despicable villain hiding in the crowd, killing mortals crazily to attract the attention of the Twelve Warriors.

Duanmu Juan's hands suddenly started to itch.

"Anyway, our goal is just to kill the heroes who saved the country and the Twelve Warriors. What happens next, the world's own repair power will be completed. Then -"

The two swords were unsheathed, and the cold light chopped off the left arm of the treacherous villain.

"I'll cut him into a pigeon for now, isn't that too much?"

Baili was about to speak when suddenly the two Xiang ladies behind him took action.

He suddenly turned around and saw the young man holding the hair ball, using the power of the two Xiang ladies to multiply thousands of hair balls to fill the sky.

"Let's go!"
To be continued...