The Demon King punched through the ground with his palm and pulled out a corpse.

That was the corpse puppet body of the first demon general, which belonged to the same category as the ninth demon general. It had been refined for a long time, and the immortal demon king was so powerful throughout the ages. His face was filled with tears, and he cried so much that he couldn't make a sound. He was filled with grief and guilt.

Zhao Yun was not disturbed, but his mood was also sad.

Eight thousand years have passed, a bloody history.

I don't know when the Demon Lord summoned the Demon Queen and used his soul power to warm her soul body again and again. She was a quasi-immortal ghost, but she was extremely weak and seemed to have fallen into decline.

fine.

The demon king's soul power was pure enough to forcibly stabilize his realm.

Buzz!

Zhao Yun sacrificed the lotus lantern and lit it with immortal power.

The golden lotus fire spread a golden lotus light, covering the Demon Queen's soul body, helping the Demon Queen eliminate the filth in the soul body, and nourished by the Demon Lord's soul power, she slowly opened her eyes.

She looked dull and looked at the Demon Lord in confusion.

At this glance, it seems like a vast ocean has passed.

But she was still confused. She didn't remember the past, nor the Immortal Demon Lord. She just looked at it blankly, and only in a few inadvertent moments would a hazy consciousness appear.

The Demon Lord burst into tears and gently hugged her into his arms.

The eight thousand years of this life are so desolate for them.

Why!

Zhao Yun sighed, turned around and left the underground palace.

It has been eight thousand years since we last met, so the Demon Lord must have a lot to say to the Demon Queen.

Under the moon.

He found an old tree and drank quietly.

The breeze blew gently, and Miaoyu walked out of the Lord of the Rings again, still wearing the bright red wedding dress, still a gentle wife, holding Zhao Yun's arm, and leaning her cheek on Zhao Yun's shoulder.

"I will save you." Zhao Yun said this firmly.

"Ms. sir, do you believe there will be an afterlife?" a witty voice murmured softly.

Afterlife?

Zhao Yun subconsciously glanced sideways after hearing this, in disbelief.

Has this little girl transformed again? How can she say this?

Miaoyu smiled tenderly, held Zhao Yun's arm, and fell asleep quietly, sometimes murmuring in his sleep, or calling for his mother or husband, with tears falling from the corners of his eyes, wondering whether it was a sweet dream or a nightmare.

Zhao Yun placed his cold fingers between Wiaoyu's eyebrows.

He used a ray of soul power to test the consciousness in search of witty words.

He found it, not only found the consciousness of Punch, but also found the soul of Punch. Yes, it is the soul, but how is this possible? Punch is a living dead, how can he have a soul.

"Are you going to return to the earthly world?"

Zhao Yun's eyes flashed, and he could clearly feel that Wiaoyu's soul was gradually reviving.

If this is true, then when all the souls return, is it equivalent to resurrection?

No one gave him an answer.

Luna actually wanted to chat with him.

What a pity! Her words could not reach Mingming.

The next day and night, the Demon Lord and the Demon Queen came out of the underground palace. The Demon Lord was awake, but the Demon Queen was still so confused. She looked confused at everything in the world. Only when she couldn't destroy the Demon Lord could she

There are a few moments of clarity. Who said ghosts have no tears? Even if it is an illusion, it is extremely crystal clear.

Zhao Yun stood up and the first thing he saw was the Demon Queen.

Looking at the current state of the Demon Queen, her memory is obviously blank. Even if she has a memory, it is probably incomplete, and it does not always exist, because there is a Buddhist forbidden spell in her soul. If the memory is revived, the forbidden spell will be triggered by itself.

No matter how much it is revived, it will be erased.

This seems to be more than just a curse to forget the world.

Who knows what kind of brand the Buddhist saint has imprinted on her.

"Can it be restored?" Zhao Yun said.

"I have my own way to solve it. Give me some time."

The Demon Lord smiled hoarsely, holding the Queen's hand and walking away step by step.

Zhao Yun did not follow, turned and left.

We still have to wait for the Demon Queen to recover.

I don’t know what day it will be when he returns to the territory of Daxia.

"Evacuate the Demonic Land."

This is an order he gave to the Demon Suppressing Division as the Holy Son of Tianzong.

If what he expected was true, the Demon Lord and the Demon Queen would go to the Demon Realm to revisit their old places or revive their memories. The Demon Suppressor must not stay there anymore. If he offended the Demon Lord, the consequences would be serious.

Originally, he had no right to mobilize the Daxia Demon Suppression Division.

But the words of the Holy Son of Tianzong turned out to be very effective, and the Demon Suppressor really withdrew.

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