The man in white had a pair of eyes that were unwavering, and asked without saltiness: "Do you want me to do it?" ”

The Demon Lord's black eyes were gloomy and weird, he hooked his lips coldly, he didn't respond a word, his legs hooked up, and he kicked straight with one foot, and at the same time his hands were raised, the cold air condensed in his hands, and the palm wind was fierce, flying between the big black sleeves, and the Zhuxian Stone flew out in his hand, instantly rolling up the wind. Feng Yuanzhi was blinded by the wind and sand, and the man in white turned halfway, and the wide white sleeves were raised, covering Feng Yuanzhi's eyes.

The wind and sand slapped on his white sleeves, Feng Yuanzhi's eyes narrowed, and when she opened her eyes, she was white in front of her, and she looked up in shock, it was the person in white who blocked the wind and sand for her.

The Demon Lord's cold black eyes narrowed, "It's just a woman, is it necessary to protect it like this?" ”

The man in white said: "It is necessary. ”

The Demon Lord's eyes were like a pool of ice, and his murderous aura was surging, "Don't talk nonsense with you, you two will kill it together." ”

The snow continued, the cold wind rose again, rolled up the dead branches and fallen leaves mixed with the yellow sand and flew all over the sky, the cold wind overhead swept overhead, the man in white took off his snow-white coat and draped it on Feng Yuanzhi's body, the demon lord threw the Zhuxian stone to the ground, and the ground cracked in an instant, and people were very likely to fall from the cracks, once they fell, they would be doomed.

The sound of the earth cracking continued to increase, not only the entire flower realm cracked, but even the earth of the human world cracked, and the mortals hurriedly fled, causing a great commotion. The palaces and walls of the palace have turned against each other, and the houses of the people have collapsed, and those who have fled for their lives have fled for their lives, and those who have fallen into cracks have fallen into cracks, and their lives have been ruined for a while.

Feng Yuanzhi is also a mortal, the crack is a magic crack, she can't avoid it alone, and when the crack cracks at her feet and she is about to fall backwards, the man in white grabs her hand.

The whole world was in a sensation, and all directions turned against each other, and the eight wildernesses and Liuhe were shaken.

Feng Yuanzhi said urgently: "Yuan Ling, let's go quickly!" ”

The man in white said unhurriedly, "Don't worry, everything will be fine." ”

The Demon Lord's eerie black eyes swept through the cold light, and he hooked his lips very confidently, he didn't believe that the man in white could do it to make everything well.

The cold qi condensed in the palm of the demon lord's hand, and the cold murderous aura struck again, the sky shook and earthquaked, shaking in all directions, everything turned against him, and the cold qi condensed in his hand flew out, as sharp as a sword, crossing the sky, and the murderous aura was soaring.

The man in white opened his hands and rose into the air, a huge cloud of white smoke and light surrounded his whole body, his body swirled, the smoke and light flew around, for a while, the yellow sand in the sky sank, the cracks merged, everyone who fell in the cracks all rose, the injuries suffered were completely recovered, the shaking sky and the world stopped shaking again, the accumulated thick soil all faded, Yaowei woke up, Xi Tan opened his eyes, Yun Xuan got up, Yun Jing stood, Ji Yuan was resurrected, the magic bottle was restored, the mortal world was restored, and mortals returned to normal life.

The Demon Lord's heart was shocked, his eyes stared upward, and a white figure was reflected in a pair of cold eyes, this white figure, he seemed familiar, and it seemed to be unusually unfamiliar.

"No, it's impossible, how can it be so ........"

The white-clothed man in the black pupils closed his eyes, his loose hair flew in the wind, and his eyes were still unwavering, but his eyes were extremely firm and focused.

He seemed to understand, this person, he was not An Zhan at all.

The destroyed flower world gradually returned to its original appearance, the dead flower fairies were resurrected one after another, all the rescuers survived, the sky shrouded in black smoke slowly returned to clarity and translucency, and the demon lord seemed to have been torn off the fig leaf to let himself be under the light, and all evil was exposed. Everyone can wake up, but the demon army has not survived. An army surged from all directions, and the Demon Lord looked up at the sky, looking at the ancient god Yuan Ling in the sky, he finally understood that only the ancient god could restore everything, and there was always only one ancient god, and that was the Yuan Ling god.

This god is not An Zhan Shenjun, but the Yuan Ling Heavenly God.

There is and only him, who can crisscross the eight wildernesses and six combinations, and will never be bound by the way of heaven.

The army is coming, Jun Xianli was killed, the demon clan has and only he Junhai is supported by one person, and the tens of millions of troops of all clans only beat him alone, the demon lord does not admit defeat, he has to be stubborn and persist until the end, he has refined the Dafa of Zhuxian, Zhuxian Stone is in hand, and the Soul Breaker Qin is also in hand, he has no reason to give up.

"How........." The wind howled, and the Soul Breaker completely turned into a magic qin under the hands of the Demon Lord, a magic qin that could only be used by him, and he wanted to continue to kill, and he was the only one in the whole world.

The man in white raised his hand, and the Soul Killer Qin immediately appeared under his hand, and the Soul Breaking Demon Qin and the Soul Killing Immortal Qin faced each other in pairs, one on the top and the other on the bottom.

The Demon Lord moved his hand, plucked the strings, and a magic sound pierced through the clouds and pierced through the ears, and the armies of the eight directions were shocked to the point that their heads were dizzy, and even their headaches were splitting, and the weapons in the hands of the army fell one after another, and all the soldiers covered their heads and rolled on the ground, and the screams were endless. The Demon Lord coldly hooked his lips and started again, however, before he could touch the strings, an extremely cold white arc of light flew through the cold wind, setting off an extremely strong wave of qi, and the rolling air wave swept through the cold snow into the Soul Breaker Qin, and in an instant, the Soul Breaker was broken by three strings.

The Demon Lord's heart was shocked, and when he raised his eyes, the man in white stroked the piano with both hands, playing a fairy sound, and the fairy sound was swirling, and the distracting thoughts that swept in all directions were condensed in the song, flying into the body of the Demon Lord, and the Demon Lord wanted to dodge desperately, but no matter how he dodged, he couldn't dodge.

The ancient gods are indeed the ancient gods, who can break the strings of the soul piano, disturb the soul of the immortal stone host, and resurrect all beings, he should know the difficulty and retreat, but he does not retreat, at this time, even if he wants to retreat, there is no way out.

Feng Yunjing and Jun Jiyi's hands clasped tightly, and the two looked at each other for a moment, and then stepped forward to help the man in white.

The Demon Lord was disturbed by the Xianqin, but even if he disturbed his consciousness, he could still control the Zhuxian Stone. And although Jun Ji Yuan and Feng Yunjing have been resurrected, they have not yet recovered their vitality, and their current mana is still in a state where they have not fully recovered. When Jun Ji Yuan and Feng Yunjing stepped forward again, and the two swords and two swords stabbed at him together, the Demon King leaned his back against the ground, and his hands controlled the immortal stone, one stone was hit, and the two swords were folded back, Feng Yunjing and Jun Ji Jing both fell to the ground, and the corners of their mouths were bleeding.

Although the Demon Lord has been disturbed by the Soul Killer Qin, those armies are not his opponents after all, the man in white looks plain as usual, his slender fingers flick again and again, at this time, his heart is like a mirror, reflecting the past scene after scene.

Everything he got from this world must be returned after all, including his supreme mana, his invincibility, the woman in his heart, and his love, his love.........

On the same day, the emperor soared down from the clouds, and was surprised to see this scene.

The god in his eyes is really An Zhan God, or is there someone else.

Tianhou said: "Perhaps, he is An Zhan." ”

Feng Yuanzhi looked up at the man in white, and she called out, "An Zhan." ”

When the man in white heard this, he smiled slightly, his eyes were plain, but he finally had some looks, he looked at Feng Yuanzhi, and said in a deep voice: "Zhi, take good care of yourself in the future." ”

As soon as the words of "Sa ........." fell, the soul-killing qin was ejected with a loud bang, and the soul-breaking qin in the demon lord's hand was hit and burst, and in an instant, the demon lord was tightly surrounded by white light again, and the man in white rotated the soul-killing qin half a circle with both hands, and then the soul-killing qin rose, and in an instant, the man in white stretched out his hands, and the Zhuxian stone in the demon lord's hand was sucked into his hand.

The Demon Lord's heart tightened, and his face was hideous, "Give me back the Zhuxian Stone!" ”

Zhu Xian Shi is not in his hand, even if he has Zhu Xian Dafa in his body, it is difficult to fully use it, and he yelled at the man in white, asking him to return the Zhu Xian Stone, but the man in white will not return it. The Demon Lord was furious, flew in a flash, flashed to Feng Yuanzhi's side, the speed was so fast that it was too fast to stop, and the moment the Demon Lord appeared, an extremely sharp sword was on Feng Yuanzhi's neck.

The Demon Lord's eyes were full of anger, and he said loudly: "If you don't return the Zhuxian Stone to me, I will kill her!" ”

Feng Yuanzhi said: "Yuan Ling, leave me alone, don't give him the Zhuxian Stone!" ”

The Demon Lord was furious, and was about to slap her on the face to stun her, when a cloud of white light flew out of the hand of the man in white, hitting the hand of the Demon Lord, who had been disturbed by the sound of the fairy qin, was already confused, and he couldn't avoid the attack of the man in white, and the arm that was beaten immediately was about to be wasted.

Soon after, blood spat out of the white-clothed mouth, dripping onto the Soul Killer.

It's been 280,000 years, and the last time he vomited blood was 280,000 years ago, and that time he vomited blood because Tianling died, and he was so heartbroken that he vomited blood, and after that time, he could create another strange world full of ice and snow, fire leaves and ice trees to live in it for a long time, but now it is no longer possible.

Bright red blood dripped onto the piano, smashing the strings with a sound.

Seeing this, a trace of ridicule crossed his lips, and he said coldly: "What, aren't you very strong? Why are you still vomiting blood? ”

The man in white didn't speak, among all the people here, except for him, I'm afraid that there is no second person who knows that his Yuan Spirit has been greatly injured in the process of resurrecting the people of the world and restoring everything, and his dignified and invincible god will one day also hurt his vitality.

Feng Yuanzhi took advantage of the time when the Demon Lord was speaking, pulled out the hairpin inserted in the bun on her head, and stabbed the Demon King's neck, but before her hairpin could get close, her hand had already been grabbed by the Demon King, and the Demon Lord grasped it very tightly, so tight that her hand hurt very much.

The man in white blinked his eyes, and the restored flowers were all over the flower world, and the cold wind and snowflakes swept through the flower world together, rolling up the petals flying in the sky, these petals were not aggressive, but when they met the demon lord, they were aggressive, and in an instant, the petals in the sky pounced on the demon king's face, not only covering his vision, but also scratching his face with the petals that became sharp.

All the people who were rescued by the man in white wanted to help the man in white, but unfortunately none of them recovered, and according to the degree of injury they were injured before they died, it would take half a month at the earliest to fully recover.

The Demon Lord was scratched by the petals, and blood-red scars appeared on his face one after another, as the Demon Lord, the wounded face did not have much effect on him, but these petals were not ordinary petals, they were more lethal than the petals used to turn into knives by the Xitan Flying Knife Method, and after the skin was scratched, the immortal power in the petals penetrated into the wound of the oozing blood, causing great damage to the Demon Lord's face.

The disfigurement is still good, and after the Demon Monarch was scratched on his face, he was absorbed by the immortal power that emanated from the petals that seeped into the blood, of course, the Demon Monarch's eyebrows were tightened, his face was hideous, and he couldn't take care of holding Feng Yuanzhi hostage. Now, Zhu Xianshi is not in his hands, he doesn't hold Feng Yuanzhi hostage, then the chances of victory will become extremely slim, but he has no time to hold her hostage, and the top priority is to prevent his spiritual power from continuing to be sucked away.

So the Demon Lord raised his right hand, his index finger and middle finger were close together, pointing at his face, injecting spiritual power into his face to attack the power of petals, Feng Yuanzhi clenched the hairpin in her hand again, she had no sword in her hand, if she had a sword, she would never be able to use a hairpin, she saw the mouth of the white man spitting blood, and for a moment blamed herself for not doing anything for the man in white.

The hairpin pointed at the demon lord again, the demon lord was still repairing his face, although his attention was somewhat distracted, but it was more than enough to deal with a mortal, the magic power was condensed in his hand, and then a palm was punched, and a cold wind blew in an instant, this palm was coming towards Feng Yuanzhi, Feng Yuanzhi's eyes widened, her hair flew, and she retreated step by step.

The man in white played the Soul Killing Piano again, and sent the Demon Lord flying a hundred meters away before the Demon Lord hit Yuan Zhi.

The Demon Lord covered his chest with his hands and spat out red blood.

Zhu Xian Stone has been in the hands of the Demon Lord for a long time, Zhu Xian Shi recognizes the Demon Lord as a host, and has been cultivated by the Demon Lord for many years, it has long been closely related to the Demon Monarch and integrated, once the Zhu Xian Stone is destroyed, the Demon Lord will also be injured, and it is not an ordinary injury.

Therefore, after the man in white sucked the Zhuxian Stone into his hand, the Demon Lord was afraid, and he was afraid that the man in white would destroy the Zhuxian Stone. As the first evil stone of the Eight Desolations and Liuhe, it is not easy to destroy, if Zetian's Divine Monarchs take it into their hands, he doesn't have to worry, even if he is taken into the hands of the Heavenly Emperor and An Zhan Divine Monarch, he may not have much panic, but it is taken into the hands of the ancient Heavenly God Yuan Spirit, and his heart is not just uneasy.

After the Demon Lord spit out blood in his mouth, his chest was stuffy and painful, especially when the man in white was about to destroy the Zhuxian Stone, the Demon Lord's body and mind trembled violently, and he flew into the sky and tried to snatch the Zhuxian Stone back. The man in white grabbed the Zhuxian Stone in the palm of his hand, but as soon as he put it in the palm of his hand, the Zhuxian Stone was pinched and deformed.

The Demon Lord's eyes widened, his expression tensed, and he shouted: "Don't ........"

Before the Demon Lord could fly up, the Zhuxian Stone was already shattered in the hands of the man in white.

"Poof........" The Demon Lord immediately spurted blood, and as the Zhuxian Stone shattered into pieces one after another, the Demon Lord's heart gradually shattered and became fragments.

Losing the heart means losing your life, the heart is still there, but it has become fragmented, and even if it is still there, it is not enough to support this life.

The Zhuxian Stone was completely shattered into pieces, and the Demon Lord also stopped on the way to the sky, and then fell.

"Bang ........"

The Demon Lord fell to the ground, at this time, in addition to his heart shattering into pieces and merging into his blood, the internal organs in his body were also torn apart, and his life should be over at this time.

Jun Ji Yuan saw his father die, the moment the Demon Lord fell to the ground, her heart ached, she had lost a mother, she had lost a brother, and now she had lost her father, but the pain was not long, compared to the loss of her mother, this pain was nothing at all. A father is just a father, if he were a good father, she may still suffer for years or even a lifetime, but her father is obviously not a good father, otherwise she would not want to kill him.

The demon lord is dead, the demon clan is dead, the world is peaceful, everything is back to normal, but he is the only one, and he can't go as usual anymore.......

The man in white hung his head and looked down at Feng Yuanzhi from top to bottom, Feng Yuanzhi was still as beautiful as ever, as always, let him remember, when the Eight Desolations and Liuhe were peaceful, what he wanted to do most was to be with her for the rest of his life, but now it is impossible.......

After the peace of the Eight Desolations, all the immortals and elves knelt down to the man in white and said in unison, "Xie Yuanling Heavenly God." ”

He is the ancient god of the eight wildernesses and six together, all living beings bow down, no matter who sees him, he has to kneel, including the emperor of heaven, only one person does not need it, she is Feng Yuanzhi.

Feng Yuanzhi was about to kneel on her knees after the Eight Desolations, when the hand of the man in white waved slightly, and a gust of wind helped her up and made her stand upright. Since she is the woman she loves the most, how can she let her kneel?

Feng Yuanzhi has been with the man in white for so long, she only knows that he is an immortal, but she never knows that he is an immortal who has to bow down to him, and she didn't know until today.

The snow falling from the sky gradually stopped, and on the white earth, countless people were kneeling, including all the mortals in the world, although they didn't know which god saved them, but they were grateful to this god for a lifetime.

The man in white looked at Feng Yuanzhi and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

When he smiled at Feng Yuanzhi, everyone's eyes were on Feng Yuanzhi. Some people know that her appearance is the same as that of Qingqiu Emperor, but more people don't know who she is, and their understanding of her is only limited to knowing that she is a mortal, I don't know why she doesn't have to kneel when she sees the ancient gods, and I don't know why the ancient gods smile at her.

Feng Yuanzhi said: "Yuan Ling, can you take me back to the mortal world?" ”

The man in white said: "Qingqiu, this is the home you should go back to." ”

Feng Yuanzhi said: "You mean, I'm not mortal? ”

The man in white said: "You are not mortal. ”

Feng Yuanzhi said: "Then who am I?" ”

The man in white said: "Qingqiu Fenglin is the daughter of the emperor, Feng Yuanzhi." ”

Feng Yuanzhi said: "Then why can't I spell?" ”

The man in white said: "Because it was sealed." ”

The Emperor of Heaven looked at the Yuan Ling Heavenly God, his heart was full of awe, the Yuan Ling Heavenly God was the god he worshiped the most in his life, he had questions, and asked the Yuan Ling Heavenly God respectfully: "Your Majesty, can the junior ask a question?" ”

The man in white said: "You ask." ”

The Heavenly Emperor said: "Is An Zhan your reincarnation?" ”

As soon as this question was asked, everyone raised their heads and turned their eyes to the man in white, and they couldn't want to know more about this question. The group of gods in the heavenly court who liked gossip the most wanted to know more, but they were in awe of the ancient gods, and it was impossible for them to be used as gossip talk.

After the question was asked by the Heavenly Emperor, everyone was waiting for his reply, and the man in white slowly spoke, "Yes and no. ”

Everyone was stunned, but not one Feng Yuanzhi. She understood his reply, knew why it was, and why it wasn't.

The Emperor of Heaven said: "The younger generation doesn't understand. ”

The man in white said lightly: "He is me." ”

Everyone was shocked.

Soon after, the white-clothed man's face was completely bloodless, only pale, and gradually pale, Feng Yuanzhi said: "What's wrong with you?" ”

The man in white said in a deep voice, "Zhi, I'm leaving." ”

A few words, falling lightly, falling on the heart but becoming heavy.

"Where are you going?" Feng Yuanzhi asked.

Before the man in white could respond, his body gradually turned into white smoke, disappearing from his feet to his head.

Feng Yuanzhi burst into tears uncontrollably, her voice choked, "No, don't ........"

The Soul Slayer lost the support of its hand, and after spinning in the air several times, it fell to the ground.

The moment the Soul Slayer Qin fell on the white snow, the Eight Desolations and Liuhe showed a heavy color. The flowers of the flower world closed and withered, the green leaves turned yellow and scattered everywhere, the clear blue sky became dim, and everyone's emotions turned into deep sorrow, tears fell, and countless faces were wet, and countless clothes were wet.

When the last white smoke dissipated, Feng Yuanzhi burst into tears, and her painful heart throbbed fiercely, "No, don't go......."

At this moment, she finally understood why he said that everything should be over, but she didn't understand why he still said that everything would be fine, obviously he didn't do it well, and everyone in the world returned to normal life, only he couldn't. That being the case, why did he say everything at the beginning, why did he say that she would laugh, she couldn't laugh at all now, not only now, whenever she thought of her in the future, she would definitely think of today's events, today she watched him turn into smoke and disappear, it was heartache, he was so good to her, how could she not want him in the future? Let her be happy in the future.

A green wind flute spun and fell from the air several times after the last cloud of white smoke disappeared, and Feng Yuanzhi walked over to the flute and leaned down to pick it up.

A flute of hot tears fell, condensed into ice in the cold, there and only this tear became ice, the dissipated white smoke has existed in the ice and snow for thousands of years and thousands of years, the body of the man in white also condensed the extremely cold air, the wind and the flute in his hands for a long time, but also brought the extremely cold air, met the host or extremely cold, can not return to the original appearance. The cold condensed and rose, and after meeting the hot tears, it solidified into ice.

It's an ice tear.

Ice tears smashed on the wind flute, making a crisp sound, although it was just the sound of ice and flute colliding, but it was heartbreaking to hear.

The flowers fall, and the intestines are broken......

To him, is she just a sad passerby in the world? If not, why would he turn into a smoke and disappear forever, and why would she be so sad.

The past years are gone, and the man in white who guarded him is gone.

The moment Feng Qingdi collided with Ice Tears, the sealed mana was unsealed, and Feng Yuanzhi recalled the past, those things that had happened to her, and those that had not happened to her, and in the end, she found that the things that she thought were not her own experience were actually herself.

She began to regret it, regretting why she didn't use the wind and flute in the first place, which was obviously her own magic weapon.

The past scenes, when I was a god and when I wasn't a god, all appeared in my mind, and I suddenly realized that the person in white had always been concerned about was .......

Yuan Ling's departure, the entire Eight Desolations and Liuhe mourned for a full ninety-nine eighty-one days.

Ninety-nine eighty-one days later, Feng Yuanzhi was alone, walking alone in the peach blossom forest of Qingqiu, looking up at the flowers and trees full of raindrops, flying up, sitting on the tree, holding the wind flute and blowing a sad song. This piece was created by herself, and she gave it a name, "Si Baiyi".

He came dressed in white and turned into a cloud of white smoke. Thinking of white clothes, thinking of white clothes, she misses the people in white clothes.