I Killed the Immortal Buddha with My Sword in the Desperate Situation of the Human Race

The spiritual energy quietly revives, under the neon lights of the city, the lurking demon whispers, and the passage to another world gradually opens. Immortals, gods, Buddhas and demons came with the appearance of mercy and salvation, but what they gave was a cold prophecy of sacrificing the human race. When the first divine punishment tore the sky apart, prosperity turned into scorched earth, and despair filled the air. Twelve dusty breaths awakened simultaneously from the shadows of skyscrapers, from the end of subway tunnels, from the depths of ancient streets and alleys. They are the guardians that history has forgotten, and they are the heroic souls chosen by the famous sword: the shadow of the Great Qin murmurs, the pure Jun of the Han Dynasty rings... The guard general who has transcended reincarnation opened his eyes again in the age of the end of law. "Jiujiu, old Qin, let's fight against the national calamity together!" The roar of the cavalry broke the glass curtain wall. "Anyone who openly offends a strong man will be punished no matter how far away he is!" Huanghuang's declaration stirred the sky. The sleeping dynasty tore off the modern disguise, marched through time and space with its iron-blooded army, and fought side by side with the demon clan and the underworld for its survival. The core of everything is the sword that was the first to awaken - Daxia Longyuan. He had witnessed his sister rule the world, and he would see her with tears in her eyes. Facing the strongest of all worlds, Long Yuan and his colleagues will use their swords and flesh and blood to write the last and most blazing epic of the human race: This body can perish, this soul is immortal, the fire is passed down, and the mountains and rivers are forever guarded.