Nine out of Ten Houses Are Empty, Every Family Is Pure
"Senior Ye!"
At this moment, countless male cultivators were crying, and all the male cultivators in the world were sad!
"Senior Ye's broken body can even sacrifice his life to fight and die. How can we still have the face to live?”
"How can we, the male cultivators of this world, be cut off just like that?”
"The general trend cannot be defied…However, we insist on going against the trend. Your fist is just a small matter. There is no reason for you to cut off the male cultivators in the world!!”
"Fellow Daoists, follow me into the Imperial City of Great Xia and collect the remains of Old Senior Ye. For the sake of the common people of the world…Fight your fist!"
The male cultivators in the world, who were originally hesitant, were now burning with a long-lost fighting spirit. They resolutely went to the capital of Great Xia to protect the Dao!
On the Chess Immortal Island,
Ke An and his disciples stood in front of the mountain gate and kowtowed to Ke Haojie's statue!
"Ancestral Master, today, the 163 members of the Chess Immortal Sect will take you home!”
In the northern region of the Great Xia Kingdom…
At the Clear Sky School's mountain gate, the few surviving Clear Sky School disciples also tidied up their clothes.
"Fellow disciples, although our cultivation is low, we are still hot-blooded and prepared to be obliterated by your fists. Today, the heavens have not killed us male cultivators. In this dark era of thousands of years, we finally see hope! Fellow disciples! I'm going to die to open the path for my male cultivator!!”
In the barren land west of the Burning Spirit World,
In the depths of the desert, a figure stood tall.
Looking at the battle in the capital city of Grand Xia, a hint of determination flashed in the eyes of this existence.
"Today, this old man will also come out of the mountain. I want to let the world know that in the world of boxing sects, my male martial arts lineage is not weaker than others!!!”
Southern Border.
In an immortal mountain surrounded by immortal mist, an old Daoist saw Ye Wudi die and could not help but sigh!
"My Tai Qing School has always been a place of inaction and does not like to fight. However, now that the world is in chaos, nine out of ten families are empty and every family is in mourning!! Should I leave the mountain? Ancestral Master, please teach me…"
The old Daoist sat in front of the statue. Although he still maintained the sect's rules and discipline, his heart was shaken!
The male cultivators in the world were all fighting to the death. If they still avoided disaster and did not come out, sooner or later, a disaster would befall them!
In the depths of the forbidden zone,
Ke Haojie's hands and feet were cut off, and a dark iron chain as thick as an arm was pierced into his spine. It looked extremely terrifying.
He had a head full of white hair, where was the grace of the banished immortal from back then?
Even so, Ke Haojie was still laughing loudly.
"Xuan Yin, can you feel it? The waves of this world are about to rise, and the end of your fist is not far away!
Although the chains are on my body, the one who is truly trapped is you, Xuan Yin!”
"After so many years, from the lord of a forbidden land to my jailer, your life is quite funny!”
Xuan Yin's eyes were filled with darkness as she was almost angered by Ke Haojie's words.
Even if the flood outside was torrential, she was now completely trapped here.
Ke Haojie already had a supreme monarch foundation. If she didn't take away his cultivation, he might be able to escape from the forbidden zone and even become a monarch!
Ke Haojie's words were like a heavy hammer smashing into Xuan Yin's heart. In the battle back then, Ke Haojie had led the four emperors 'strange poison to her body and directly ruined her appearance!
Xuan Yin brought Ke Haojie back to the forbidden area to torture him.
Thousands of years had passed, and it was just as Ke Haojie had said. She was a dignified Forbidden Master, but now she was living like Ke Haojie's jailer!
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At this moment, in a remote mountain village in the Burning Spirit World.
Xue Dali stood on the peak of the mountain and looked into the distance. He could not help but clench his fist tighter around the copper axe.
If there were cultivators here, they would be surprised. How could an ordinary woodcutter have spiritual power?
Xue Dali's blood was boiling when he saw the battle in the capital of Great Xia!
All the male cultivators in the world rose up. Although he was a woodcutter, he also wanted to contribute to the lives of the world!
However…
Xue Dali's eyes flashed with a hint of hesitation. He carried the firewood down the mountain and returned to his straw hut.
As soon as he entered, Xue Dali walked to the bed anxiously. Lying on the bed was his father, who had been sick for a long time.
"Father, don't be anxious. I'll start the firewood now.”
It was a hot summer day, and Father Xue was shivering while wrapped in a quilt!
Seeing that his father's lips were purple, Xue Dali was anxious. He comforted his father while removing the firewood to heat up the brick bed.
After a while, smoke rose from the kitchen chimneys. Father Xue's expression finally became better.
He struggled to get up and called Xue Dali over. It was as if he had seen through his son's thoughts."Dali, do whatever you want to do!”
When Xue Dali heard this, he fell silent.
Xue Dali looked at his mother's memorial tablet in the central room and then at his father who was still lying on the bed. He hesitated.
In his early years, his father had married his mother, who was a female cultivator. His father had been severely injured by Ru's fist, and his mother's cultivation had been crippled. She had passed away early.
Xue Dali had inherited his mother's talent. Over the years, many male cultivators who passed by wanted to take him as a disciple, but Xue Dali thought of his father who was seriously ill in bed and rejected them all.
Thinking of this, Xue Dali smiled and said,""Father, what are you saying? What I want to do now is for us to live a good life together.”
Father Xue sighed for his entire life. A good family was torn apart by Ruquan. In fact, he hated Ruquan very much, but because he was a mortal, there was nothing he could do.
Now, his illness was a burden to his son.
Xue Dali saw that his father was a little sad, so he quickly helped his father lie down.
"Father, it's getting late. Rest early. I'll go to town to sell some dry wood tomorrow morning and catch a chicken for you to nourish yourself.”
Xue Dali helped Father Xue to sleep and walked into the courtyard alone.
Looking at the bright moon, Xue Dali could not help but sigh.
He still wanted to take care of his father, but what about his mother's revenge?
"Your fist is in chaos. I only sigh that I can't personally go into battle to kill the enemies…"
Xue Dali took a sip of wine and fell into a deep sleep in the hall.
The next morning.
Xue Dali woke up in a daze. Just as he was about to enter the door to see if his father had gotten up, the scene in front of him made Xue Dali kneel on the ground in disbelief. Then, a sorrowful cry came from the straw hut.
"Father!"
Xue Dali trembled as he helped his father tidy up his face. At his father's bedside, Xue Dali found a bloody linen cloth.
He opened it and saw that it was a letter of blood left by his father.
"I've been tied to my son for a long time.
My son has the qualifications to cultivate. Now that your fist is in turmoil, you should naturally charge forward and not be tripped at home by this old man.
When I die, my son, don't be sad. When you kill the enemy, you should be brave. When your fists are gone, I can smile in the underworld!”
"Father... I will fight to the death with the world's Ru Quan!!”
Xue Dali's eyes were filled with tears as he kowtowed three times!
After burying his father, Xue Dali carried his luggage and set off on his journey!
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