All the means were exhausted, and because of Zhong Zixi's sudden appearance, all the deployments of the five tribulations of the little hidden king were finally disrupted, but the final result was still not able to win the five tribulations, that is, in the face of this underworld team with tens of millions of troops, it was not completely defeated in the end, which means that the safety of the Great Wall of Wenqi in this section of Cigong City and Junzi Kingdom is far from being completely solved, and those clerks who are dying before and after are holding Wulang, self-detonating Yuanying as a ray of life, suddenly became a big joke.

But even if they are unwilling, in the current situation, if the six of them continue to stay here, they will only take their lives for nothing, and then the high-level ghost generals have already been killed, and there is no one to delay their pace, which means that the best time to kill the five bitters of the Little Hidden King has been missed.

The sacrifice of everyone before was only because the other party could not effectively lay a heavy siege array, and once you don't leave at this time, no matter if you are a great sword immortal or a great grandmaster, tens of millions of Yin soldiers and ghosts will fight and kill, then there is only one result, everyone will die, and no one will be spared.

Even if it is difficult to make a choice, as the speaker of the Tiangan Qiang Ding Group, and as the head of a sect of the Yuzhen Sect, Bai Chuan has to be responsible for the people he brought out.

Surrounded by confidantes who depend on life and death, are you really willing to accompany yourself to die here? Looking at the extremely weak Tang Lie, Weber Gorge, and Yu Maomao behind him, he may be delayed for a moment, and he will die here, and if he can survive until now, he is already fighting with his own life.

And then there are more people who resolutely stop the earth branch Wulang Wenlang who resolutely stopped before the Yin soldiers and ghost generals, and the people who have self-exploded the primordial spirit and completely dissipated between heaven and earth, do they want to send more deaths?

But even if he made up his mind to stay and fight with Xiao Yin Wang Wu to the end, could he completely wipe him out, but everything was still unknown, in the face of such a helpless situation, what choice could Bai Chuan make?

The corpse of the Confucian quasi-saint Zhongxi is still standing proudly and tall, as if he wants to watch this battle that costs everyone's lives to achieve the final victory.

The proud bones of the family and country supported by the backbone of thousands of miles!

At that moment, Bai Chuan suddenly felt ashamed of all the local branch personnel who entrusted their lives in his hands, it was indeed that he overestimated his own killing power, and it was indeed he who proposed this plan of assassination in the place of death, taking the lives of so many people, but in exchange for the result of fleeing in embarrassment, at that moment, he really wanted to turn around and swing his sword to fight with the five bitter to the end.

But in the end, he shouted, "Go!"

When the encirclement was not completed, there was still one last ray of life, which could allow him to escape back to the Great Wall of Wenqi with everyone who was still fighting hard.

Suddenly, his eyes widened angrily, and he shouted: "Zhong Zixi, what are you thinking?"

Just as everyone was preparing for a big evacuation, Zhong Zixi was the only one who stood still on the battlefield, watching the remnants of the five bitter grievances condense over there, slowly condensing into a human body.

And this body is sad and sorrowful, with the sorrow of parting with relatives, lovers and friends in the world, with all kinds of attachment and indescribable grief.

It is the face of a middle-aged man, holding a sword, and it seems that when the body of the yang man is completely devoured by the five sufferings, he still thinks about the person who wants to see him, and the thoughts of separation.

And Zhong Zixi just looked at this person, stupid, stunned, the corners of his eyes were full of tears, although Bai Chuan's loud cry made him wake up from an inexplicable grief, but he did not rise up to follow Bai Chuan and the others.

His tone was choked and he said, "Bai Chuan! Sect Master, please forgive Zhong Zixi for not obeying orders and making decisions privately." I'm not going, just let me die here. ”

Bai Chuan was so angry that he almost drew his sword and tore this guy apart on the spot, it was because he didn't leave that he made so many things, and so many people had already sacrificed here, why was he still so obsessed with making mistakes again and again.

"Zhong Zixi, believe it or not, Lao Tzu will give you a sacrificial sword when he comes back!"

Zhong Zixi knelt down on the spot and cried sadly: "I, Zhong Zixi, am ashamed of Confucianism and all those who sacrificed for me, so I will pay for this life, sect master, you go, leave me alone." I'm not leaving. ”

When he knocked his head on the ground three times, he stood up, holding the natal sword Liuying, and resolutely walked towards the body of the five sufferings that was about to be transformed.

"Zhong Zixi !!"

"Shirakawa, let me complete the final redemption of my mentor. ”

Stretched out his hand and pointed to the body that was crying and sorrowful, with tears in his eyes, "This body of a yang man is my preaching teacher, Zhong Zi is not filial, he learns a sword, and he is wandering alone, but he has let the whole family of the Imperial Sword Sect die tragically, and even the teacher of the teaching profession has been swallowed up by the five hardships of the Little Yin King and become one of his yang bodies." ”

"Master, please forgive the apprentice for the sin of unfilial piety, Zhong Zixi, I will send you on the road, return to the west safely, and no longer be poisoned by the ghost king!"

Drawing swords and facing each other, the sword genius of the Imperial Sword Sect, the sword crown of Akihito, who had infinite scenery back then, sang and advanced on the avenue, but finally fell on the heart tribulation that the master could not overcome.

Even if he abandons his own life, he must completely liberate his teacher, even though his soul has long been destroyed, he can't see his teacher's body being so driven by the five sufferings.

Bai Chuan's whole body, who was in mid-air, shook violently, and he finally knew why Zhong Zixi suddenly turned around and left without leaving any news when the Tiangan Rouzhao Group arrived at its destination.

In other words, if one of the five yang bodies devoured by the five sufferings has inseparable emotions with him, then what choice will he make in the face of such a situation?

If it's an old man, if it's any confidante around you, if it's those brothers and comrades-in-arms who fight side by side and share life and death?

So will he, Bai Chuan, make the same choice as Zhong Zixi?

What Confucian righteousness, what the world's own responsibility!

Confucianism doesn't also have a saying that you can settle down and build a family and level the world!

If you can't rest on yourself, how can you talk about the world!

Seeing that Zhong Zixi resolutely drew his sword and left, he planned to directly explode his sword fetus, and the five sufferings condensed only by resentment were destroyed.

Even if it doesn't help in the end, I'm afraid this is the only thing Zhong Zixi can do at the moment.

Maybe in order to free his mentor, he will change his life, no matter what the result is, Zhong Zixi will make such a decision. ”

Bai Chuan muttered to himself, but seeing his friend for many years go to death like this, he still felt unwilling, but there were more responsibilities on his shoulders, and he must not take someone else who was so burdened to move forward for the sake of a bell rest.

When he turned back with a ruthless heart, golden lotuses appeared on the canopy, and the sound of Buddha singing resounded between heaven and earth.

There were already several cracks in the shattered sky, and it seemed that someone had torn another crack through the battlefield here.

A dazzling Buddha light swayed down from the cracks.

When there was a ray of Buddha light enveloping the sorrowful and weeping body of the little hidden king, there was a roar that reached the depths of the soul.

"There is life! Zhong Zixi, don't send him to death!"

Shirakawa turned back suddenly, and a turning point appeared.