"Fairy Chang'e, what do you think of this?" Sun Wukong looked at Chang'e.

Chang'e was still holding Emperor Yang Qing in her arms, glanced at Emperor Qing and the blood of Yang Jian on the wall, and sighed: "Okay, let them stay here, if it weren't for taking care of Emperor Qing, I wouldn't leave, Great Sage, you should first withdraw the soldiers and horses of the Sumeru world, this time it has nothing to do with you, if your subordinates are wiped out, our husband and wife will not be at ease." ”

Hearing Chang'e say this, Sun Wukong didn't say anything anymore, and commanded the Futu army to fly quickly towards the mustard seed Sumeru map.

"Whew... It's finally over. ”

Seeing that all the floating slaughter soldiers had withdrawn, the six-eared pipa and other masters also returned to the Sumeru world.

Sun Wukong let out a sigh of relief, and said to Chang'e, who was still looking at the wall of Leiyin Temple beside him: "Fairy Chang'e, let's go." ”

"I want to take another look at Jiro. Chang'e handed Emperor Yang Qing into the hands of Sun Wukong, flew to the wall, and pressed his delicate body against the wall, at this time the blood on the wall was basically dry, and Yang Jian had been dead for a long time.

Chang'e still touched the wall and cried: "The cold is clear, the cold is cold, and the concubine is waiting for Lang's heart." Erlang, five hundred years, I'll wait for you to come back. ”

After Chang'e finished speaking, he flew into the mustard seed Sumeru map, and Sun Wukong immediately disappeared into it, and the mustard seed Sumeru map disappeared immediately, leaving only a thin layer of walls and four million Shura demon gods that were still being eaten away in the entire Leiyin Temple.

"Boom!"

The paper-thin Great Leiyin Temple collapsed with a bang, stirring up dust and smoke in the sky.

"Hahahaha... The Buddhas burst into hearty laughter.

Ran the lamp and laughed: "This Yang Jian is finally dead, and my Buddhism has one less big enemy!"

Emperor Shakti also rarely showed a hint of a smile, and looked up to the sky and sighed: "The grudge with the Shura realm has finally ended, and from now on, I will not be affected by any shackles." ”

"Hehe, it's not over yet. The pharmacist, who had not spoken, suddenly pointed in the direction of the collapse of the Leiyin Temple and said, "It seems that there are still some people left." ”

Meishan Lao Liu crawled out of the rubble, covered in blood and almost unable to stand steadily, supporting his body with a sharp knife, and many people also crawled out of the remnants of the broken wall behind him, all of them were demon gods in the Shura realm, the armor on his body was smashed and cracked, and some limbs were disabled, and he still used weapons to support his body.

Meishan Lao Liu looked at the triumphant group of Buddhas in front of him, and roared angrily: "The Shura army obeys the order!"

The one million disabled Shura Demon Gods who survived behind him roared fiercely, "Here!"

"Raise my Shura Realm divine might!

A million people followed Meishan Lao Liu and charged forward.

Burning the lamp said angrily: "A group of remnants, there are only a million people, looking for death, swallow them for me!"

This time the situation was very strange, except for a million Buddha soldiers led by King Ming and others who rushed down, the other troops did not move.

Ran Deng turned back in shock, only to find that among the remaining 14 million soldiers and horses, six million belonged to the Eight Tribes of Tianlong, and seven million belonged to the wishing disciples of the Liuli World, and his direct subordinates Ming Wang Buddha soldiers only had a pitiful one million left.

"Burning the lamp ancient Buddha asked you to kill, didn't you hear?" The medicine man shouted to the disciples behind him.

When the disciples heard the medicine man's command, they jumped down from the clouds and rushed over.

"Second brother, shall we move?" Zizaitian looked at the emperor.

Emperor Shakti smiled: "You guys too, although the ancient Buddha of the Burning Lamp has no soldiers, no generals, and even no physical body, but after all, he is the ancient Buddha of Buddhism, and he still has to listen to his words." ”

As soon as Emperor Shakti's words came out, Ye Motian, Bhara and the others all laughed, and led the eight tribes to rush down with a few strange screams.

The face of the burning lamp turned pale, but what the emperor said was also true, he was now the authentic commander of the light pole.

The remnants of the Shura Realm of one million and the army of more than 14 million Buddhas converged, and they were drowned in the golden sea in an instant, and the result was self-evident.

At this point, the Lei Yin Holy War caused by the rescue of Yang Lian finally came to an end. After three days and three nights, involving Sumeru, Shura, and Buddhism, there were countless casualties.

On the side of the Demon Realm, the Shura Demon God was completely annihilated, the Shura Princess Selegayue, the Meishan Brothers, the Roaring Sky Dog and the King of the Shura Realm, Yang Jian, also died and fell, and after the destruction of the Great Snow Mountain, the forces of the Shura Realm ceased to exist. In addition, the Sumeru world lost nearly half of the floating slaughter soldiers, Tang Huang in the bloodthirsty Eight Warriors also died on the battlefield, Luo Donglai, and other backbones were also wounded.

And the loss of Buddhism is even more heavy, the Tianlong Babu and the Liulijing World have lost half of the army, and the eight Ming King Buddha soldiers under the burning lamp have lost the last old capital in this battle, leaving less than one million Arhat King Kong, even the eighteen Arhats and the twenty-four Garan These commanders have also lost a lot, and the ancient Buddha on the Buddha Gate has completely become the commander of the light pole.

Three days later.

Sumeru World, Huaguo Mountain, Water Curtain Cave.

"Great Sage! Fairy Chang'e is gone!" Zhu Long hurriedly ran in, still holding a note in his hand: "This is left by Fairy Chang'e." ”

Sun Wukong frowned, took it and looked at it, only to see that the note read:

"Lang Jun is newly mourned, and the concubine is grief-stricken, and she wants to travel everywhere and spread her mood. The youngest son, Emperor Qing, was seriously injured and did not recover, so he entrusted the care of the great sage, and he was safe and secure, and lived up to the friendship of his husband in the world. The concubine was also grateful for the kindness of the great sage, and Chang'e paused. ”