boom!

The roar of thunder resounded through the heavens.

Ye Chen, who was even smaller than gravel, actually knocked the magic pillar that stood tall and collapsed.

The world is turbulent, and a dark halo spreads out unlimitedly from Beizhen Cangyuan. Wherever it passes, the demons disappear in pieces. Whether it is a demon soldier or a demon general, if it is a painted black halo, it will instantly turn into ashes and no trace will be found.

No...no...no...!

The dark world was filled with such horror roars, and the demon soldiers roared in despair.

The Qingtian Demon Pillar is the foundation of the invasion of the Great Chu. It was destroyed, and the demons in the Great Chu were also destroyed. This is also the reason why the demons tried their best to protect the Qingtian Demon Pillar from beginning to end.

This is a huge and terrifying picture.

Looking down at the sky, the demon soldiers covered with the earth seemed to be smoothed out by an invisible big hand.

asshole!

In the vagueness, there seemed to be such a sound, cold and majestic.

That should be a great emperor in the Heavenly Demon Realm, who was about to descend to the Great Chu, but failed to descend successfully because of the destruction of the Heavenly Demon Pillar.

It took me a long time to stop the roar of this land from annihilated, and there was no other demon in the Great Chu.

The heaven and earth fell into death at this moment.

The Great Chu was full of devastation, and wherever it came into view, it was covered with blood, corpses were everywhere, and blood flowed into a river.

The broken Da Chu battle flag is still waving with the wind, dyed with the blood of Da Chu monks. Those who used to be alive are now lying on this land.

Ye Chen lay quietly in a corner of the earth.

He was not dead yet, his messy white hair was dyed with blood, covering half of his vicissitudes of life. He looked so old and so tired, as if he was going to sleep for tens of years.

He won, but did not disappoint the people of the Wanyu area, and he paid back the blood debt for the ninety million heroic souls of the Great Chu.

The breeze gently blows, as if with the call of a beautiful man, stirring his bloody white hair and gently caressing his sacred body with holes. I hope that he, who is tired from the vicissitudes and deaths, can sleep more peacefully.

break!

After all, the silence of this land was broken by a cold scolding.

The Tianxuan Gate was unsealed, and a brilliant light penetrated into Tianxiao, breaking through the confinement of the cage covering the sky, poking out a large hole in the misty sky, and the chaotic clouds that covered the void sky were also pushed away.

Immediately, a dazzling ray of sunlight shone on the earth, which should be the first ray of sunlight since the invasion of the demons.

The chaotic clouds and mist were constantly dissipating, revealing the blue sky, and the warm sunshine poured over the entire earth. The dark Great Chu saw the light again after experiencing the catastrophe of the demons.

God shows his spirit! God shows his spirit!

Once again, the light spreads all over the world, and all the people crawl and kneel down devoutly, hoping that God will not bring disaster down.

But they didn't know how tragic the immortals they said had paid for the light they had in the world to see the light again. Every ray of sunshine was exchanged for the blood of countless great Chu monks. No matter how bright it was, it could not erase the dazzling blood red between the world.

Under the sunshine, the sleeping Ye Chen was taken away.

The world of Great Chu is still peaceful.

I don’t know how long it took before I heard the crying sound.

Looking away, they were figures of three or three, all of them were young monks looking for their close relatives in the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

There are still monks in Da Chu, but few are negligible. They are basically young monks. They fight against the demons and charge into battle are their ancestors. After the catastrophe, they survived.

As the demons disappeared, more and more young monks set foot on the land of Northern Chu, searching in the vast world, crying endlessly.

Nanchu.

Ye Chen lay quietly on the ice jade bed, motionless like an ice sculpture. Since he was taken back, he had been sleeping for nine days.

On these nine days, he slept very peacefully, and his broken holy body was constantly recovered in his sleep. However, the secret wounds of the battle with the emperor were imprinted in his bones and could not be erased overnight.

A beautiful figure stood in front of the Bingyu bed. When you look closely, it was Xiong Er's wife Tang Ruxuan.

She is one of the few survivors of the Great Chu monks. In the entire Hengyue Sect, except Ye Chen, she is still alive. She found Ye Chen, but she did not find her husband.

There was a petite figure beside her.

That was Ruoxi, not a monk, but a survivor. At this moment, he was looking at Ye Chen on the Bingyu bed with big eyes, and sometimes he would stretch out his small hand to touch Ye Chen's face.

On the tenth day, Ye Chen, who was sleeping, trembled slightly with his little finger.

The next moment, he opened his eyes tiredly, with a hint of confusion.

"Junior Brother Ye, you are awake." Tang Ruxuan, who was guarding the Bingyu bed, hurried forward.

"Where is this?" Ye Chen's voice was extremely hoarse.

"Hengyue Sect." Tang Ruxuan smiled with tears and her face was very haggard.

"Hengyue Sect." Ye Chen murmured, and his heart hurt. He did not dare to look directly into Tang Ruxuan's eyes. Her husband followed him to fight. He was his brother, but he was buried in a foreign land.

Suddenly, he walked off the ice jade bed and stepped out of the attic.

Today, Hengyue is in ruins. More than 90% of the Lingshan Mountains and palaces have collapsed, and there are messes everywhere. This is not the Hengyue Sect that was like a fairyland in the past.

Without saying a word, he raised his foot and walked out of Hengyue Sect, with white hair on his head and his back looked bleak and estimated.

On the land of Nanchu, he walked endlessly, went to the headquarters of the Heavenly Court, to the Qingyun Sect and Zhengyang Sect.

His back was left in almost every corner of Nan Chu.

Whenever he went there, he would stop for a long time. On the devastated land, he could vaguely see familiar figures and familiar faces, intertwining a deep memory for him.

After traveling all over the Southern Chu, he set foot on the land of Northern Chu.

In the world of Great Chu monks today, looking around, it is difficult to see the figure of the monks again.

The huge land is too empty and silent like death.

Just like in Southern Chu, the land of Northern Chu was also devastated. There was no more city or complete mountain, and great mountains and rivers were slaughtered by the hateful war.

He was still walking endlessly, and every inch of land he stepped on was stained with the blood of the Great Chu monks. The 90 million heroic souls of the Great Chu had his lover, disciple, master, brother and ancestor.

His eyes blurred.

What kind of world is this? This land should not be like this. It should have living creatures and laughter.

However, the living creatures that should have and the laughter that should have have turned into a sadness in the vicissitudes of life, and the joys that should have were passed down from generation to generation, lamenting for it.

He walked all the way and picked up all the way, like an old man in his late age, or a poor scavenger, picked up the remaining blood and bones of the undead and the weapons of the heroic soul during his lifetime. He wanted to pack them up, and they fought the last drop of blood for the continuation of this land.

The breeze blew, and he gently raised his hand and grabbed the earth.

Buzz!

As the earth turbulence was turbulent, a stone tablet was condensed, tens of thousands of feet tall, standing tall.

He waved his palm and, with heavy sorrow, carved three words on the tombstone: Hero's Tomb.

He did not leave, and stood quietly in front of the tombstone, holding a bamboo knife in his hand, constantly carving it on the tombstone. It was a personal name. They died for this land, so that future generations should remember it.

Tang Ruxuan also came and carved Xiong Er's name with tears in her eyes.

On the quiet night, the surviving young monks rushed over, holding bamboo swords in their hands, and each of them was filled with tears, and they engraved a personal name on the hero's tombstone.
Chapter completed!