When I heard about the death of the Wind Lord, my mind went blank.

"Are you sure it's her?"

"Hmm."

Xue Yang nodded, tears streaming freely on her beautiful cheeks.

In Xueyang's life, it was the Wind Lord who opened the fate of a greedy wolf for her.

It can be said that without the wind master, there would be no her today.

If Ali is the quiet moonlight of Guiru, the wind lord is the green wind blowing all over Guiru.

When I came, I remembered the life and death of the disciples of the Demon Dao, and I didn't perceive the changes in the world of the ruins. Walking out of Valhalla, I realized that the ruins had lost a mighty divine wind.

I remembered the first time I met Feng Eighteen, when Ali was still in my hallway, and to listen to the wind chanting, I used the forbidden step given to me by the snow sun to summon the wind god.

"How can it be you" The Wind Lord was surprised to see that it was me who summoned her.

"My master gave me the forbidden step."

"This girl is really willing to do anything, so what's the matter you call me?"

"I want the wind god to put a wind power into my mystical attention."

"Don't be sad for the wind, the source of my wind is the snow sun, I may not give it, what qualifications do you have?"

Yes, the divinity is not sad for the wind.

Seeing the grass and trees hanging low and the clouds scattering, how can I not miss the moment when the wind moved.

Without the wind master, there is still wind in the ruins. But I could no longer hear the news from the wind, and I could no longer feel the ubiquitous concern of the wind lord.

The wind passed without a trace, teaching me how to listen to the wind again

I finally understood why Ali was crying and her eyes were red, she was lonely in my hallway, and it was the trace of wind left by the wind lord that accompanied her for a long time.

The gentle and compassionate wind once blew through my hallway, restoring my vitality and being my greatest reliance for a long time. Now, I no longer need the Wind Lord's Resurrection Wind, my hallway already has the power to thrive, and the Wind Lord is suddenly immortal at this time.

As soon as the cold desolation came out of the Demon Dao, I don't know how many Demon Dao disciples died in battle.

Liu He is sorrowful, Feng Lingyue is the most sad to me, they are not only my master and sister in the earthly world, but also the loyal generals of the Demon Dao.

The fall of the Colorful Ming King and the martyrdom of the Laughing Song Tianzun have brought tears to my eyes.

Returning to the ruins of the Blue Emperor, the silver fox is white and boundless, Helian is free, Liufeng Yu, and the death of every demon disciple of Zhou Shihao is worth remembering.

But I've never been so overwhelmed by grief as I am today.

As a Demon Dao Patriarch, I know that I am destined to bear pain along the way, and the weight of the Conjuring Banner is not something that anyone can bear.

However, when I heard of the fall of the Wind Lord, my heart defense, which I thought had been rock-solid, completely collapsed.

After decades of companionship and getting along day and night, there is her where there is wind.

How do you want me not to miss

I used Kunlun snow to cut down two mountain stones on Buzhou Mountain, carved them into a Heroic Monument and put them in the Heroic Hall.

Lin Qingshui's I put it together with the silver fox Bai Wuyan, and the wind lord's was listed by me at the forefront of the Demon Dao Valhalla, and the Seven Colored Ming King Kong Xuan was alongside.

Since the end of the Dharma-ending era, although the Wind Lord has not been dazzling with her achievements, her existence has played a vital role in supporting the operation of the entire Demon Dao army.

Without her, the Demon Dao would not be able to build sea fortifications, dispatch a large army, and grasp the current situation of the Three Realms at any time, without her, Xue Yang would not be able to activate the Ten Thousand Immortal Array.

The Valhalla tablet was engraved, and I walked out of Valhalla.

Outside the hall, the demon disciples stood solemnly, and everyone was dressed like snow.

Looking at the red eyes of crying, I know that their hearts are as sad as mine.

In the battle of the Blue Dragon, the Demon Dao killed and wounded in the millions, and the dead had their relatives, friends, partners, brothers and sisters.

The dead are like this, and the living are self-pitying.

I wanted to say something to them, but I couldn't open my mouth.

Finally, I remembered the poem that my aunt read after the Battle of the Black Wind Grand Canyon, word by word.

"The year before last, there was no division in the city. Fan Han broke the news, and the dead and grew apart. No one collects the scrap account, and the horse knows the remnant flag"

As soon as he read out two sentences, a demon path revenant disciple hid his face.

When he said "I want to sacrifice to the suspicious king, the end of the world is at this time", the cry first broke out from the army of demonic souls, and then endless sadness spread all over the place, grieving the entire ruins.

The Demon Dao Ruins were shrouded in sorrow, and the Heavenly Court Immortal Dao camp was also full of endless sorrow.

Nine Heavens Demon Patriarch, Emperor Zichen, Thirty-six Tiangang, Seventy-two Earth Demons, Five Dou, Twenty-eight Constellations, Taiweiyuan Star Lord, Dragon King of the West Sea, Dragon King of the North Sea

The entire Heavenly Court, including the great and small gods, had a total of 3,700 people fallen, and the Heavenly Soldiers, Heavenly Generals, and Dragon Clan's army had a total of 14 million casualties.

Tonight, there is no wind, no moon and no stars.

From Guixu to Hangu Pass, from the world to the heavenly court, there is a sadness in the heavens and on the ground.

Three days later, Murong Yuanrui returned from the Heavenly Realm.

His face was haggard, his eyes were stained with tears, his armor was unsolved, and he was still mottled with blood.

Xue Yang was going to wash the dust for her, but when she saw her sleepy appearance, she gave me a look and asked me to take her back to rest.

In the bedroom, I undressed her.

This is the first time we have been close, and the closest we have ever been before this is just a hug in the eyes of Guixu Hai.

Under the armor, blood soaked the undershirt.

I thought she would be shy, but she still stood there openly, letting me remove her blood-soaked undershirt for her.

The snow-white skin was covered with scars.

There are several places that are deeply visible to the bones, and the skin and flesh are exposed, which is shocking to see.

"Isn't there a healing elixir in the Immortal Dao?" I asked distressedly.

"I have the body of the god of war, and I can repair myself without the need for elixir."

"Then you have to endure the pain of your whole body"

"To make your heart ache."

Seeing that I really felt sorry for her, I immediately went to bed and meditated cross-legged to heal myself.

Soon, the wound was restored at a speed visible to the naked eye. The perfect body shimmers with a holy luster, the jade is flawless, and it can be broken with the snap of a finger.

Yuan Rui calmly faced me, there was no shame on his face, but I was shocked by her beauty and didn't move.

"Why, the child has been born to you, and you still plan to deny it," Murong Yuanrui said with a light smile.

It's easy to say, but when I got rid of my clothes and skin, she instantly blushed her cheeks again.

Some sorrows cannot be forgotten, but the most important thing in life is to cherish the people in front of you. At this point, Yuan Rui's state of mind is stronger than mine, unlike me who is easily swayed by emotions.

Pu Jia is to see the truth in the fire, and the concubine is selfless and affectionate, only Yuan Rui has loved very sensibly and calmly from beginning to end.

My love with her is a natural thing, and Xie Mo Xie Ling's birth is a verification.

"Xie Lan, we won't talk about war tonight, we won't talk about sadness, we just talk about our heartfelt feelings."

"Hmm."

"Tonight, you have only one name, and that is my husband."

"Hmm."

"Then, please have mercy on me."

I underestimated the enthusiasm and madness of Yuan Rui, and at the same time underestimated myself.

Heavy grief crushes our hearts, and we all desperately need a gap to release.

The night was gentle, the wind and rain were fierce, and it was not until dawn that I woke up from a dream.

Smiling calmly, another day full of hope.

Yuan Rui was wearing a new dress prepared by Xue Yang, a neon fairy robe woven with five colors of mulberry silk, representing the power of the innate five elements she controlled.

The clothes are well-cut and perfectly set off the curves of Yuan Rui's body. While not losing the fairy spirit, it also carries a faint fireworks of returning to the ruins.

Most of the Demon Dao disciples are dressed like this, not as cold and detached as the immortals in the heavenly court, but they exude human touch everywhere, even if Ah Li is the most holy form of the moon god, it will not give people the feeling of being thousands of miles away.

Yuan Rui is the Demon Dao Mastermother, and the first major thing to do after recovering from his injuries is to worship Valhalla.

As a former Immortal Dao Patriarch and an ancient god of war, she can be said to know the situation of the high-level generals of the Demon Dao well.

Yuan Rui incense incense for the Heroic Spirit Monument one by one, reciting eulogies, and when she came to the Wind Lord Monument, she looked slightly stunned, turned her head to me and said, "Xie Lan, you shouldn't erect a monument for the Wind Lord." Kowloon pulls the coffin WeChat to pay attention to "excellent reading literature", talk about life, and find confidants~