"During my mother's lifetime, this ideal was not realized. I wanted to make this wish come true after my mother's death...... But now it seems that I can't do it anymore......"

Yi Sheng's eyes were blurry in front of the old tears, and in a trance, he saw Ah Zi's warm smiling face appear in front of him, and he choked in his throat and couldn't speak.

Yi Sheng didn't understand that Yi Feng was just practicing the pursuit of the ultimate ideal in this extreme way.

"There are also some things that my father doesn't know......" Yifeng, who was seriously injured, said with difficulty, "The truth of five thousand years ago...... Although my mother only revealed a little bit of it, I remembered it with my heart...... She told me that a thousand years ago, the Chiyan family was the largest empire that stood tall in the east and dominated the world...... At that time, whether it was the thunder or the snowy tribes, they all had to worship the Chiyan Empire......"

Yi Sheng was a little stunned.

Yi Feng took out the golden crown from his bosom, and the crown fell to the ground, and the blood stains were stained with dust.

"What I want to do is not only for the glory of the Chiyan family now, but also for the glory of the former Chijin Empire...... It's to stick to what our ancestors did. ”

Yi Sheng said remorsefully:

"Ah Feng, why do you have to carry everything on yourself...... It's all my fault, it's me...... I didn't protect your mother, and I didn't protect you...... I owe you so much......"

Yi Xin stood behind her father in a daze, not knowing what to say.

From the crowd on the periphery of the battlefield, a bewitching woman in red suddenly ran out, she anxiously pushed away the crowd, with a pair of fox ears on her head, and a big and soft fox tail swaying behind her, after running a few steps, she turned into a fox shape, and jumped nimbly to Yifeng's side.

As her footsteps swept over the mounds and fragments of the blade on the battlefield, she gently bit the broken god-killing blade with her slender fox mouth, pulled it from the ground, and held it at Yi Feng's feet.

With tears in his eyes, the fox quietly leaned on Yi Feng's side, his soft and boneless body rubbed against Yi Feng's waist, and then gently rested his head on Yi Feng's knees, lying quietly like this.

She said in a delicate girlish voice:

"Master, the fox said that he would always accompany you, and the fox didn't go anywhere, so he kept guarding you......"

Yi Feng wanted to raise his hand again to touch her head, but he didn't have the strength anymore, he just looked at her with his eyes lowered, and the demon blood in his body was almost exhausted.

"Father, I don't blame you, I just hate myself...... Unable to slay the gods. I just hate ...... After my death, who else can protect the thousand-year-old glory of the Chiyan family......"

Yi Sheng's heart ached, and he shouted in a hoarse voice:

"Ah Feng, why didn't you tell me all this in the first place!"

Looking at this face, which he had never had a chance to look at carefully since he ran away from home, he wanted to hold him tightly in his arms. I didn't expect to meet again, it was life and death!

If he could have done something for Yi Feng in the first place, he would not have been left alone, carrying all the hatred of the Chiyan family for thousands of years alone, and making enemies of the whole world.

Yifeng still has a smiling face:

"Father, promise me one thing......"

As he spoke, his eyes began to lower tiredly, and he leaned forward, his hands pressed heavily on the hilt of his sword.

Yi Sheng leaned over to him and heard him whisper:

"After I die, please father, put all the blame on me alone. This war is my responsibility alone, and the Dark Elves are only coerced by me. Only in this way will the gods not be angry with the human world and will not affect the Chiyan family. Promise me that you will never ...... with the gods ...... for the enemy"

After speaking, his breath gradually weakened, his cheek rested on the hilt of his sword, and he slowly closed his eyes.

A gust of wind blew through the clearing, raising dust and feathers on his wings, but he could no longer move.

Yi Sheng was sad in his heart, looked up to the sky and sighed, roaring in grief. Majestic flames surged out from behind him, almost engulfing the entire world.

Yi Xin's body trembled, and the hand holding the staff lost strength. To this day, he doesn't understand what Yifeng meant, as if he was an outsider.

He turned his face, tears streaming down his face.

He couldn't believe that the person who had made him hate and resent for so long died in front of him like this.

The person he had always worked hard for as a goal and had always wanted to surpass him died like this. He hadn't explained everything to himself yet!

He didn't believe it, and he didn't accept it. If time could be turned back, would he still choose to hate him then?

At this time, in his heart, he is not a demon, nor is he the one who provoked the war of the Three Realms, no matter what he has done, in Yi Xin's heart, he is just the brother who once laughed with him when he went fishing in the river together.

From now on, who else will gently help him dry the water droplets from his feet and put on his shoes after he is greedy for water. Who else will take his hand to the forest outside the city to cultivate, and will tell him, Yi Xin, one day, you will become a magician more powerful than your brother......

Looking at the familiar figure, Yi Xin couldn't help but call out the sentence that he owed him for a long time:

"Brother......

In the midst of the battlefield, everyone of the Chiyan family standing beside Yisheng also sighed silently.

Above the clouds, Lei Jue gloated.

Witnessing Yi Feng being severely injured by the gods and slowly dying after falling to the ground, he finally breathed a sigh of relief at this time, straightened his waist, and took out the condescending style of the past, relying on the support of the gods, and said stiffly:

"Demon Clan, Dark Elf Clan, see, this is what will happen to you as enemies of the gods! ”

His voice came from the clouds, and it actually echoed among the clouds, and the sound waves were amplified several times over, and they could be heard clearly on the ground.

A priest with a harp in his hand glared at him contemptuously, and that look seemed to say, "You mortal on the earth, what are you showing off here?" ”

Lei Jue ignored him, with a confident expression, as if he was the key to the victory of this war, and it was he who invited the gods to exchange for peace in the human world, which was indispensable.

He looked at the six-winged god hanging high in the air, and continued to flatter.

"Lord Celestial, now that the leader of the demon clan has been eliminated, leave the rest of these minions to me......"

The minions he was referring to, of course, also included the Chiyan Family, the Divine Dragon Clan, and the Ice and Snow Family, and when he said this, his eyes glanced at the Chiyan City Lord, and his scheming eyes suddenly became fierce.