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Rumble!

The roar was like thunder, and it resounded through the heavens.

Ye Chen, who was smaller than gravel, actually smashed the magic pillar that stood in the sky and the earth to collapse.

Heaven and earth are turbulent, a pitch-black halo spreads out from the North Earthquake Cangyuan unlimitedly, and everywhere it passes, the heavenly demons disappear in pieces, whether it is a demon soldier or a demon general, but if it is contaminated with that pitch-black halo, it will instantly turn into ashes, and no trace can be found.

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

The dim heaven and earth were full of such frightened roars, and the Heavenly Demon Soldiers would roar in despair.

The Optimus Demon Pillar is the root of the Heavenly Demon's invasion of Great Chu, it was destroyed, and the Heavenly Demon in Great Chu was also destroyed, which is why the Heavenly Demon has tried his best to protect the Optimus Demon Pillar from beginning to end.

It's a big and terrifying picture.

Overlooking the sky, the heavenly demon generals who covered the earth seemed to be wiped out by an invisible hand.

Bastard!

In the ethereal void, there seemed to be such a voice, cold and majestic.

It was supposed to be the Great Emperor of the Heavenly Demon Domain, who was about to descend to Great Chu, but failed to descend due to the destruction of the Optimus Demon Pillar.

I don't know how long it took for the roar of this land to be annihilated, and there was no more heavenly demon in Da Chu.

Heaven and earth fell into a deathly silence at this moment.

Da Chu was devastated, and everywhere he entered his eyes, he was bloody, with corpses all over the field and rivers of blood.

The broken Great Chu Battle Banner is still blowing in the wind, stained with the blood of the Great Chu monks, and those who used to be all fresh lives are now lying on this land.

In a corner of the earth, Ye Chen lay there quietly.

He was not dead, his messy white hair, stained with blood, covered half of his vicissitudes of life, he looked so old, and so tired, as if he was going to sleep for ten thousand years.

He won, and he did not disappoint the common people of Wanyu, and repaid the blood debt for the 90 million heroic souls of Dachu.

The breeze blew gently, as if with the call of the Yiren, stirring his blood-stained white hair, caressing his scarred holy body, hoping that he could sleep more peacefully after being tired from the vicissitudes of life.

Break!

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

The Tianxuanmen was unsealed, and a bright light penetrated straight into the sky, breaking through the cage that covered the sky, poking out a big hole in the ethereal sky, and the chaotic clouds and mist that covered the void sky were also removed.

When he landed, a dazzling ray of sunlight shone through the earth, which should have been the first ray of sunlight since the invasion of the Heavenly Demons.

The chaotic clouds and mist continued to dissipate, revealing the clear blue sky, the warm sunlight poured over the entire earth, and the dim Great Chu, after experiencing the catastrophe of the Heavenly Demons, saw the light again.

Heaven manifests!

Once again, the light was sprinkled all over the world, and the mortals prostrated one by one, bowing down reverently, hoping that God would not bring calamity.

It's just that how do they know what a tragic price the immortals in their mouths have paid for the sake of seeing light again between heaven and earth, and every ray of sunshine has been exchanged for the blood of countless Great Chu monks, no matter how bright it is, it can't erase the dazzling blood red between heaven and earth.

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

The world of Da Chu is still quiet.

I don't know how long it took before I heard the sound of mourning.

Looking at it from afar, it was a figure of three or three, all of them were young monks, looking for their loved ones in the sea of corpses and blood.

There are still monks in Dachu, but there are few of them that can be ignored, and they are basically young monks, fighting with the heavenly demons, and those who charge into battle are their ancestors, and they survived the catastrophe.

The Heavenly Demon died, and more and more young monks set foot on the land of Northern Chu, searching in the vast world and the world, and the cries were endless.

Nan Chu.

Ye Chen lay quietly on the ice jade bed, motionless like an ice sculpture, since he was brought back, he had slept for nine days.

In the past nine days, he slept peacefully, and his broken holy body was constantly restored in his sleep, but the secret wounds of the great battle with the emperor were imprinted in his bones, and they could not be erased overnight.

In front of the ice jade bed, there was a shadow, and if you looked closely, it was Xiong Er's wife Tang Ruxuan.

She is one of the few survivors of the Great Chu Cultivator, in the entire Hengyue Sect, except for Ye Chen, she is the only one who is still alive, she found Ye Chen, but she did not find her husband.

Beside her, there was a petite figure.

It was Ruoxi, not a monk, but a survivor, who was looking at Ye Chen on the ice jade bed with a pair of big eyes at the moment, and sometimes stretched out his little hand to touch Ye Chen's face.

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

The next moment, he opened his eyes tiredly, his eyes were a little cloudy, with a touch of vicissitudes of confusion.

"Senior Brother Ye, you're awake. Tang Ruxuan, who was guarding in front of the ice jade bed, hurriedly stepped forward.

"This is it. Ye Chen's voice was extremely hoarse.

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

"Hengyue Sect. Ye Chen muttered, a tingling pain in his heart, and he didn't dare to look directly into Tang Ruxuan's eyes, her husband fought with him, that was his brother, but he was buried in a foreign country.

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

Today's Hengyue is dilapidated, more than ninety percent of the spiritual mountains and palaces and pavilions have collapsed, and there is a mess everywhere, where is this Hengyue Sect in the past fairyland.

He didn't say a word, and walked out of Hengyue Sect with his feet up, full of white hair, and his back looked gloomy and estimating.

On the land of Southern Chu, he walked endlessly, went to the Heavenly Court Headquarters, and went to the Qingyun Sect and the Zhengyang Sect.

Almost every corner of Nanchu left his back.

Everywhere he went, he would stop for a long time, and on the devastated land, he could vaguely see familiar figures and familiar faces, intertwining an unforgettable memory for him.

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

In today's Great Chu monk world, it is difficult to see the figure of the monk again.

The vast land is too empty, and it is as silent as death.

Just like in Southern Chu, the land of Northern Chu is also full of devastation, and there is no longer a city, no more complete mountains, great mountains and rivers, and the bodies that have been slaughtered by the abominable war.

He still walked endlessly, and every inch of land under his feet was stained with the blood of the Great Chu monks, and the 90 million Great Chu heroic souls had his lovers, apprentices, masters, brothers and ancestors.

His eyes blurred.

What kind of world is this, this land should not be like this, it should have living creatures, it should have laughter.

However, the fresh creatures that should be, the laughter and laughter that should be, but in the memory of the vicissitudes of life, turned into a thousand holes, praised by generations, and lamented for it from generation to generation.

He walked all the way, and picked up all the way, like a late old man, like a poor scavenger, picked up the remnants of the blood and bones of the undead, picked up the weapons of the heroic soul, he wanted to put them away, it was they who fought the last drop of blood for the continuation of this land.

The breeze blew, and he raised his hand slightly, grabbing the earth.

Airplanes!

With the turmoil of the earth, a stone tablet was condensed, which was enough to stand in the sky.

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

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

Tang Ruxuan also came, tearfully carving Xiong Er's name.

In the silent night, the surviving young monks came one after another, each holding a bamboo knife in their hands, each full of tears, one stroke at a time, engraved a personal name on the hero's tombstone.