"Wen Zhong... The primordial spirit of the red sperm quickly held the Yin Yang Divine Mirror.

The rolling vitality is constantly replenished into his body, but it is still not enough... Far from enough.

Wen Zhong's madness is beyond the imagination of the red sperm.

And rightfully so.

If he follows the original trajectory, even if Wen Zhong is still loyal to Dashang, he will still be dissatisfied in his heart. Because of Di Xin's stupidity and brutality, he was disappointed.

If this dissatisfaction accumulates, it will make Wen Zhong lose his courage and lose the idea of giving up everything and fighting wildly.

And now, big business is thriving, and the people live and work in peace and contentment.

This kind of peace is everything he wants to protect, and such a big business is the goal he swears to defend.

So even if it is death, he has to pull the red sperm together to reduce a difficult enemy for Dashang.

Boom... ！

With a terrible explosion, the red sperm's head shattered.

This time, including his spiritual platform, including the immortal realm associated with him, exploded, shattered, and fell together.

Wen Zhong and the true spirit of the red sperm are entangled, and they are about to fly into the god list.

Suddenly, one of the True Spirits paused.

Wen Zhong's illusory face floated in the void.

He struggled and resisted hard, as if he was unwilling to devote himself to the god list, waiting for the battle of the gods to end, and then incarnate as a god general of the heavenly court and take charge of the authority of heaven and earth.

Although the red sperm was killed by Wen Zhong, at this time, he was half jealous and half admired Wen Zhong.

also manifested half of his figure, and said to Wen Zhong: "Why are you doing this?"

Wen Zhong's struggling figure became clearer and clearer: "I can't be free, I'd rather not exist." ”

The red sperm was stunned and said, "You want to throw yourself into the Yellow Spring and be reincarnated as a true spirit?"

Wen Zhong said proudly: "That's right. ”

"But as soon as the true spirit enters samsara, the spiritual wisdom will be obscured. Perhaps thousands of years later, he is still struggling in the sea of suffering, and there is no way to get rid of it. Even if one day, wake up to the past, you are no longer you... Red sperm said.

Wen Zhong laughed, pointed to the god list hanging high above and said, "If I enter here, am I me?" If I don't go back, I won't go back!"

After that, he turned around and left.

The true spirit broke free from its restraints and plunged headlong into the underworld.

Once you enter the reincarnation and no longer return, there is no one in the world who has heard of the Taishi.

The red sperm looked at the vanished Wen Zhong Zhenling, and suddenly seemed to think of something, and after a struggle on his face, he suddenly sighed: "That humble slave, if you still know that freedom is precious, why should I give up my true self for this little 'memory'?"

After saying that, he even followed Wen Zhong closely, and the true spirit got rid of the shackles of the god list and flew into the underworld.

And thousands of miles away in the city of Chaoge, Chu He sat on the deer platform and looked at the four directions with the eyes of God.

Wen Zhong and the red sperm threw themselves into the underworld and were not included in the god list, which made Chu He clench his fists, and his face showed an extremely complicated look.

This... is the real purpose of Chu River.

He worked hard to liberate slaves, spread ideas, and even pulled the three religions into the so-called theater, literature and art.

It is to implant free thoughts in their souls unconsciously.

The War of the Gods is indeed irreversible.

Because as long as there are contradictions in this world, sooner or later such a big war will be triggered.

But... From another point of view, what if the dead immortals were unwilling to enter the god list and survive and preserve themselves in this way?

Heaven's will is exhausted, but it does not know people's hearts.

What is the human heart?

This is the human heart!

"Mulan's sand and tangtang boat, jade flute and gold pipe sit at two ends. The wine bottle is placed in the middle, and the prostitutes are left with the waves. The immortals are waiting to take the yellow crane, and the seafarers have no intention of following the white gulls. Qu Ping's resignation hangs the sun and the moon, and the king of Chu has empty hills. The pen shakes the five mountains, and the poem becomes a laugh and arrogant Cangzhou. If fame and wealth are long, the Han River should also flow northwest. On the deer platform, a glass of wine is toasted to Wen Zhong.

No one can understand this poem.

The succession of Wen Zhong and Red Sperm exceeded expectations, and he would rather venture into reincarnation and blind the wisdom of this body than gain freedom.

In that god list, some of the true spirits that had already been included also shook with it.

They were also hesitating, encouraged by Wen Zhong and Red Sperm.

Jiang Ziya's face turned dark, and he hurriedly pinched the seal and put away the god list.

Wen Zhong and Chi Jing did not hesitate, which made Jiang Ziya finally feel a kind of powerlessness.

Heaven is a god, and there must be 365 righteous gods.

These three hundred and sixty-five righteous gods are also beyond the ordinary ability to bear, and they must have the ability to match them.

Now that he has lost two excellent candidates all of a sudden, Jiang Ziya's heart is a little panicked, and he has an extremely bad feeling, but he is still unclear.

And then he'll know what this indescribable feeling is.

Lu Yue, Huang Feihu, Ma Yuan, Yin Hong, Luo Xuan, Huang Long Zhenren...

As the war became more and more intense, more and more immortals died.

But without exception, they don't want to enter the god list again, keep that trace of true spirit, and become puppets on the god list.

Wen Zhong opened a door, and everyone followed suit.

Freedom··· It is the flower that blooms in the purest place, it seems that it can never be picked, but everyone will pursue it.

Immortals are people who are born with a yearning for freedom.

They are different from Buddhas.

What the Buddha seeks is enlightenment, and it is to see through.

And what immortals seek is freedom, which is detachment.

Are the imprisoned immortals still immortals?

That's not a fairy, that's not even a god, it's a dog!

Buzz!

Jiang Ziya began to need more and more effort to suppress the God Sealing List, because those true spirits who had been imprisoned inside were impacting the seal every moment.

They were awakened to their free will, and chose to go calmly to the end, rather than continue to maintain this broken soul.

Jiang Ziya suddenly felt a trace of fear.

The natural feeling, as if there was something, completely exceeded his expectations.

Yuxu Palace, Jinao Island, Tushi Palace, Huoyun Palace, Nuwa Palace, Lishan Palace and other sacred places, countless immortal Dao powers were silent.

Some changes seem to have been awaited for a long time.

But when it really came, almost no one could have imagined that it would be so tragic... Even in a heroic way.

Embrace death, embrace the unknown, embrace all the most extreme fate... Just for that unattainable freedom.

In the Three Realms, it was as if a song of freedom had suddenly been raised.

It doesn't have to have lyrics, it doesn't have to have a melody, it doesn't even have to have anything.

Just look at the light that falls into the ground, just look at the souls who have no hesitation, the song is singing... Nothing is greater than freedom.

Chu He has been sitting on the deer platform.

He was also deeply moved by the song, even if everything was behind the scenes.

But he is only a man who ignites the flame of freedom, and the free soul is not dominated by him.

Suddenly, there was a burst of light, and Chu He suddenly felt that his eyes flickered, and he had appeared on top of a solemn and powerful palace.

And the saint in white was wiping the sword in his hand.

The fingertips caressed the tip of the sword, and the voice was piercing and crisp, and the melody was unprovoked.