Chapter Twenty-Three: Gathering the Relic

All the changes came too quickly, until all the demon cultivators were wiped out, and only the Shihua Demon Lord who was paralyzed in front of Gong Wuye was left.

Shi Hua Demon Lord's face was pale, and his heart was already dead, in all his clans, tens of thousands of demon lords were killed by thunder means, and dozens of demon lords were killed, he knew that even if he was put back, the Mulberry Demon King would not spare him.

However, if he stays, he must die, and if he goes back, maybe the Demon King will only punish him, but he can leave a life.

After people have lived for a long time and have supreme power, they will probably become greedy for life and afraid of death.

Gong Wuye waved his hand to abolish the general cultivation of Shihua Demon Lord, and then took out a black bead, pinched it in his mouth, and immediately shattered.

The space gate appeared again, and although the Demon Lord of Shihua was abolished and cultivated, he was still alive. With a white face, he was overjoyed to go to the space door.

Before he reached the space door, he felt a strong kick in his back, and his body suddenly fell forward and fell into the space door that was about to close.

Seeing that there was only a little left of the space door that was about to disappear, suddenly a pair of black claws grabbed the edge of the space door and pulled it to both sides, revealing a pair of ghost eyes as black as ink.

These eyes suddenly appeared, and immediately frightened many people, and they could even feel the terrifying feeling brought by these eyes, like the horror of being targeted by evil spirits and demons.

The man in white came to Gong Wuye's side in a flash, slapped the black ruler in his hand on the palm of his hand, and smiled like a spring breeze: "Mulberry Demon King, your old nobleman is busy." How do you have time to come and see this little fuss? ”

Obviously the words are respectful, but the tone is mocking, with a little white scholar's face, a gentle smile, and suddenly gives people a sinister feeling of a smiling tiger.

"Bai Qi, don't think that if you follow Gong Wuye, I can't help you." The Mulberry Demon King said coldly.

Bai Qi didn't care at all, hehe smiled facelessly.

Only then did the Mulberry Demon King's eyes move away from Bai Qi's body, and he turned to look at Gong Wuye: "The surname is Gong, don't you go too far?" You know, you're a demon cultivator. You are also cultivating the Demon Dao. ”

"I only practice exercises. It has nothing to do with the nature of the heart, Sang Yan, you'd better stay in your Demon Realm honestly, otherwise I don't mind going back to the Demon Realm. Gong Wuye said this. There was a warning in his eyes.

"You ......" Sang Yan gritted his teeth suddenly. Pointing to Miyano leaves. The black sharp nails almost pierced Gong Wuye's face, and Gong Wuye didn't have the slightest fear, but a look of disgust.

"Good. Very well, since you are going to protect these decent hypocrites like this, it is better that you can protect them for the rest of your life. After Sang Fu angrily finished speaking, he left the space door with both hands, and suddenly the black void disappeared.

The entire Luoxia Mountain was silent, and there was a strong smell of blood wafting in the wind, as well as all kinds of burnt smells.

The coercion of the Mahayana monks disappeared suddenly, and Gong Wuye stood beside Zhang Yanchen, restraining his coercive momentum, looking like an ordinary elegant man.

The monks who had fainted on the ground woke up quietly, and the low-ranking monks guarding the inside of the mountain gate saw that the matter had passed, that their lives were no longer in danger, and that everything was safe, and they immediately came out with smiles on their faces and bandaged their injured companions or elders.

The other group of people began to clean up the battlefield in an orderly manner, all the bones of the demon clan and demon cultivators were piled up, and valuable or valuable things such as space magic weapons were collected by several people all the way, intending to go back and count them out and store them in the warehouse.

Because of these trapped relationships, the three major factions suffered great losses, especially in the Yin and Yang Valley, where they almost used up all the elixir spirit stones that had been stored in the valley for thousands of years.

At this time, the battlefield will be taken care of, so it is natural to collect it back.

The aftermath is naturally sorted out by others, because of Fan Jiahao's death, Gu Yue is in a particularly bad mood.

Zhang Yanchen was also very sad, and he also wanted to comfort Gu Yue and bury Fan Jiahao's bones, so he asked Gong Wuye and others, who were only slightly injured, to take Gong Wuye and others back to Jiuquan Peak, and Xingxi also went back with him.

The battle arena has always been at the mountain gate of Yinyang Valley, and the periphery has been badly damaged, but there is not much damage on the inside.

The trot turned into the size of a fist, lying on Zhang Yanchen's shoulder and muffled, and the whole person looked very unhappy.

Zhang Yanchen was not in the mood to comfort her, and went to Xuanji Palace with Gu Yue, and came to Qingfeng Residence, Fan Jiahao's residence.

Putting Fan Jiahao's body on the bed, Gu Yuenian used a dust cleaning technique to clean up the stains on Fan Jiahao's body, and then found a clean dress for him to change.

Zhang Yanchen was in the room, and Xiao Nai, the maid who took care of Fan Jiahao, cleaned up Fan Jiahao's relics, which was to bring everything back to Fan's house, report the funeral, enter the funeral, go out of the funeral, and bury.

It is necessary to die and return to the ancestors.

Xiao Nai cried very sadly, and the only sound of her sobbing and crying in the whole Qingfeng House was recounting, while telling how Fan Jiahao was on weekdays and how he treated others?

Hearing Zhang Yanchen's mood became more and more heavy, Fan Jiahao was bold, although he was a little unruly, and he seemed a little out of tune when he got along with others, but he was always considerate of people at critical moments and treated people kindly, even Xiao Nai, who helped him manage Qingfeng Ju, was also treated like a friend.

Zhang Yanchen walked to the bedside, Gu Yue had already changed Fan Jiahao into the green robe he usually loved to wear, combed a high bun, pinned it with a hosta, and his quiet face looked handsome as usual, but lifeless.

Outside the door, Fan Jiahao's senior brothers and sisters, and even his master Tianfeng Zhenren also arrived, and Tianfeng entered the house silently.

"Sister Yue?" Zhang Yanchen called softly.

Gu Yue raised her calm eyes, and when she saw Tianfeng, she moved slightly, but she didn't speak, nor did she get up and salute.

Tianfeng is the lord of a valley after all, who dares not to give him face on weekdays, Gu Yue is now heartbroken, and he doesn't care.

As for Zhang Yanchen, this time is different from the past, a little girl who let him pinch and flatten it has already grown up, and her cultivation has soared at an astonishing speed, and in just over forty years, she has reached the late stage of transforming into a god, as long as she breaks through, she can cultivate like him.

Damn it!

Thinking of Tongtianjian, thinking of the Dragon Emperor family, and thinking of Zhang Yanchen's rapid cultivation, the look of envy and jealousy flashed in Tianfeng's eyes.

Zhang Yanchen didn't pay attention to Tianfeng at all, and stood motionless beside Gu Yue.

Tianfeng stepped forward and saw the little apprentice who had no breath on the bed, and he couldn't help but feel sad in his heart, shook his head and sighed and turned out.

The crowd around the door had sad faces and gloomy expressions.

Tianfeng walked out of the door and whispered to everyone: "Send off your little junior brother well." ”

"Yes, Master."

Everyone responded respectfully, and it was not until Tianfeng walked away that they entered the house one after another.

But knowing that his little junior brother had a good relationship with the two senior sisters and sisters in the house, he didn't make a joke, but said: "Senior Sister Gu, Senior Sister Zhang, let's send the little junior brother back together!" ”

Gu Yue nodded slightly, but did not answer.

"Okay, thank you very much." Zhang Yanchen said.

"Where, Jiahao is my little junior brother, this is as it should be."

(To be continued.) )