The final gift of 2017!

  Thirty-six disciples stepped out in unison, their movements swift and agile. With a few leaps, they returned to their original positions, revealing the true power of their most skilled Tianxia formation. If the one who set up the formation was strong enough, the Tianxia formation could even subdue the Demon King. Unfortunately, Mount Shu had very few powerful practitioners at present, which greatly discounted the strength of this formation.

  "Fellow disciples, the former leader told us to draw a clear line between ourselves and ordinary people. What do you think?" Fang Xian shouted loudly with his arms raised high. The disciples stared blankly at Fang Xian, unsure of how to respond.

  "Gentlemen, the former leader made us forget all sorts of worldly things, abandon our relatives, friends and loved ones, only then can we comprehend the immortal way. What do you think?" The disciples started to get restless, let alone the Wine Sword Immortal's cultivation, which couldn't be put down, how could they?

  "Gentlemen, the former head of the sect, Dugu Yuyun, was just farting around."

  The disciples were amazed.

  "Cough." If the previous sect leader was detached from the mortal world, then Fang Xian could be said to have thrown himself into the secular world. After a mouthful of thick phlegm, the 27th generation sect leader began his lecture: "Everyone, before becoming immortals, we are first and foremost human beings. Abandoning one's parents is unfilial, abandoning friends is unrighteous, abandoning loved ones is heartless. I ask you, can a person who is unfilial, unrighteous, and heartless be considered human?!"

  The disciples' bodies trembled slightly, thinking of the past, thinking of their parents whom they had not seen for a long time, thinking of their brothers who used to drink and have fun with them when they were young, thinking of the little beauty next door, thinking of the little shepherd girl, thinking of the little shepherd girl's mother, thinking of the sheep, a surge of emotions suddenly welled up in their hearts.

  As a carefree and detached hermit who cultivates a peaceful and calm mind, this is a great taboo.

  "To seek the way of immortality, first cultivate the way of humanity. If you don't understand right and wrong, how can you be an immortal!!"

  The disciples clenched their fists tightly, their eyes slightly red, for the sake of cultivating immortality, they had made too many sacrifices.

  "The True God told us that we must first be a good person before talking about cultivating immortality. So I can tell you for sure, the path of Sword Grandfather is a deviated one, and the realm he went to will not have a good outcome.

  The question below is how we should be a 'good person'. We need to have seven emotions and six desires, in short, we need to have love and also hatred. We must love until it burns and hate until it reaches the bone. Only then can we be considered as having achieved the human way."

  "What a wonderful way of thinking!" The old man lowered his head and wrote quickly, this was the most unconventional view he had ever heard, and his dormant heart gained a bit more vitality.

  Reminder: Ascension in three hours.

  "Fellow disciples, I am not far from ascending to the heavens. Before I leave, I hope you can all experience with me this feeling of love that burns and hatred that pierces to the bone. This is also the last thing I, a mediocre sect leader, can do for everyone." The disciples' minds had been occupied by worldly emotions, and their suppressed feelings were rekindled once again. Although no one said a word, the true energy was burning like love, and they yearned for that long-lost "humanity".

  Fang Xian finally took out his old friend - Lao Po, the Sky Crushing Hammer.

  "Brother, accompany me on my last journey." Fang Xian held up this dark and mysterious friend, his mind flashing back to the time he first faced the little grass monster's humiliation, to Old Broken helping him enter the Water Moon Palace, from Old Broken helping him win the martial arts competition to propose marriage, to smashing open the Lin family's encirclement and escaping into the sky. In the end, this unassuming brother had even helped him drive away the invincible Sword Saint.

  The old man beside him looked at the high and proud black air with bright eyes: "This is Pan Feng's power!! It is said to break all discordant existence, I didn't expect it to really exist in this world!!" Fang Xian tightly grasped Lao Po and took a deep breath.

  It's either breaking magic or breaking the magician, it all depends on this one move.

  If it's broken, the Water Demon Beast will disperse after being struck by the hammer and disappear from then on.

  If it's a broken magic spell, then the witch's ultimate incantation will be lifted and the water demon beast will revive once again.

  At this time, there is only one gamble.

  "Man proposes, God disposes." Fang Xian let out a final sigh and swung down the last hammer blow that belonged to Lao Po, wildly shouting "Lao Po help me!! Old Master don't cheat me!!!"

  The Heaven-Shattering Mallet let out its final roar of a lifetime, and black energy burst forth from its body.

  The old, tattered and worn-out body lay on top of the Water Demon's corpse, yet there was no sign of a cataclysmic clash between heaven and earth. Instead, it was eerily quiet, without even a hint of sound.

  The Breaking Sky Hammer has been used six times and is now gone.

  "Old and broken, go well." Fang Xian's hand holding the Broken Sky Mace gradually dissipated, turning into black sand that drifted away with the wind.

  The body of the Water Demon also began to change, with dark energy gradually penetrating its entire body. The petrified surface that had been frozen in place began to shatter. In an instant, fragments of stone fell to the ground, and the earthy color on the Water Demon's body transformed into yellow sand that scattered everywhere, revealing its icy, sealed body.

  Then after a few moments, the icy body gradually melted, and the flesh and blood revealed their original gruesome color.

  He stepped back two paces with a listless air, as if he had already foreseen this outcome: "In the end, it's still not possible."

  The Book of Immortals is now in effect, and Zhao Fang shouted loudly: "Little ghost, this one hammer of yours has only broken the curse seal on the Water Demon Beast's body, but you still need another hammer to destroy the Water Demon Beast's demon body!!!" At this time, the powers of wind, fire, thunder, lightning, and earth were gradually receding, and the Water Demon Beast's physical body began to reassemble, emitting waves of tremors.

  "It's over, that was the last time for Lao Po... Fang Xian let out a long sigh and said, "It's fate, Lao Po has helped me six times, from now on, it's up to humans." Fang Xian took out his familiar large axe and swung it wildly, shouting: "Everyone, this demon beast is an indestructible body left in the mortal world, it will bring endless disaster, no one can escape."

  "Gentlemen, are there any loved ones you cannot let go of in this mortal world?"

  Yes!

  "May there be friends with lingering affection!"

  Yes!

  "May there be lovers who are infatuated!"

  "This is a must-have!!"

  "Gentlemen, you are deeply in love with the people of the mortal world and fiercely hate the Water Demon Beast that destroys everything. Please join me, this unorthodox leader, to experience the human way, use these hands to shatter hatred, and use these hands to protect love."

  The Tianxia formation was operating at full power, with each and every one of its magical instruments imbued with the power of love and hatred, piercing towards the Water Demon Beast.

  Fang Xian swung his large axe with all his might, striking the Water Demon's body again and again.

  Time and time again, the flesh splits open and the skin bursts forth, time and time again, destruction and rebirth. The indestructible body of the Water Demon Beast is trapped in an endless struggle between pain and survival.

  For soulless demons, this is just the instinct of life and death. But for Fang Xian, for these ordinary Shu Mountain disciples, this is a test of love and hate.

  An old man with white hair endured the bloody rain and stormy winds, in the tempest of sword blades, he struggled to open his eyes to gaze at this scene.

  I understand now

  "I understand," said the old man with a faint smile, and fell into the snow.

  The fairy in the book stood before the old man, took over the brush from his hand and silently continued this narrative.

  At the same time, Dali City was also in a bitter struggle.

  The Black Miao people lost their leader, and they thought that the White Miao people had mastered the evil arts to come and destroy their tribe. They formed groups of three or five and attacked Dali in a crazed manner. Although the White Miao were also brave, compared to the ferocity of the Black Miao, they were too merciful, and they retreated at every turn.

  Lin Yue Ru danced wildly with her long whip outside the city, this was already the fifth time she had stained the sand red with blood. Within a five-zhang radius around her were the corpses of the Black Miao people, their skin no longer intact but rather their livers bursting and bones shattering.

  Ling'er held the Heavenly Snake Staff in her hand, wearing the Living Spirit Cloak on her body. She stood alone on top of the altar, with all six Spiritual Pearls having returned to their rightful place. All that was left was time.

  "How much longer can this last?!" Ling'er listened to the sounds of slaughter outside, smelled the bloody air, and her people's slaughter had already made her heart ache, but at this moment she represented the honor of the Nüwa clan, and she couldn't shed tears again.

  Zheng Ta Cave's deep voice said: "There is still half a time..."

  "How long has it been!" Ling'er clenched her fists "Why did Gege make us wait so long! Can't he find that old thief Baiyue... I can't wait any longer!"

  Ling'er finished speaking and leaped down from the altar, ready to join the battle.

  "Absolutely not!" The white-haired tribe leader blocked Ling'er's path. "The immortal has instructed us to defend this place with our lives, you absolutely must not join the battle and waste your magical powers! As long as the rain ritual is successful, the fight over water among our people will naturally stop!"

  "Cocoa" Ling'er tightly grasped her staff, tears welling up in her eyes "Brother Ke Xian, why did you make me wait so long? How could I just stand by and watch as my clansmen die?" Just then, a wounded soldier, covered in blood, dragged himself over.

  "...Tribe leader" The soldier's eyes were bloodshot, and what flowed out of his eyes seemed to be both blood and tears. "Tribe leader...you are incompetent...the princess is already..." Bai Miao tribe leader stiffened upon hearing this, took two steps back: "Don't say it, don't say it now." The soldier was heavily injured and fell to the ground, the colorful pearl crown in his hand was covered in bloodstains and also fell to the ground.

  The clan leader took a deep breath, slowly picked up the pearl crown, kissed it and put it in his bosom.

  "Ling's tears finally seeped out. 'Please, Chieftain, give the order and we'll fight to the death!' 'No.' Although the White Miao chieftain's eyes were also bloodshot, she remained clear-headed, her lips bitten until they bled. 'Those who remain, listen to my orders! Defend the altar to the death! Ling's rain sacrifice is not yet complete, we cannot take a single step out of the altar!'"

  "Why, why, why!!" Ling'er wailed "My sister Anu's mother is you, why don't you go avenge her."

  "The deceased is gone, as the head of the clan, I cannot let personal grievances ruin the big things that involve the whole clan!" The clan leader silently turned his head, and tears had already fallen to the ground. "Ling'er, if we also leave, then Nu'er's sacrifice would be in vain... I hope you will consider the overall situation..." The clan leader's demeanor gave Ling'er a sense of sublimation. Indeed, her responsibility was not in fighting, she wiped away her tears, silently returned to the altar, closed her eyes and stood still, quietly waiting.

  "Ten thousand sons and daughters, slave girls, Ling'er will not let you sacrifice in vain"

  "Report!!" Another soldier rushed back "The Black Miao army has killed its way to the altar, and the clan leader should withdraw first."

  "We promised the great immortal, we will fight to the end." The White Miao tribe leader's words were firm and resolute, but in her heart, she was filled with a sense of desolation. She knew all too well the combat strength of the Black Miao, who had already deployed all their poisonous substances and sorcery in this great war. The White Miao had hesitated to use their ultimate killing device, the Five Poisonous Beasts, due to their shared roots with the Black Miao. Gai Luo Jiao had once proposed summoning the Five Poisonous Beasts for battle, but was vetoed by everyone.

  Others have unnecessary kindness, but the patriarch still sees clearly. After the meeting, she has specially authorized Gai Roujiao to summon the Five Poisonous Beasts.

  The White Miao people acted too late, and the Black Miao people acted too early. At this time, Ga Luo Jiao was still secretly cultivating the Five Poisonous Beasts in the trial cave, fearing that it would be impossible to catch up no matter what.