Do I care? I don't care?

Xuanyuan Yannian looked at the little girl of the Xuanyuan family dotingly, and sighed lightly: "Ghost girl, you stopped the old man!"

On this island, all the people living on this island are the descendants of the seven veins of Yuanwu, and they are also the people that Xuanyuan Qi secretly brought out from the southeast territory before committing suicide.

Xiao Qiang kept his promise to Xuanyuan Qi, not only gave the clansmen a way to live, but never disturbed their lives.

In the past eight years, the clansmen have lived very peacefully, without having to face all kinds of vendettas, without being driven by the ambitions of the superiors, living happily and happily, sometimes, even Xuanyuan Yannian has forgotten his original identity, and prefers to regard himself as an old man who spends his old age in peace.

The island has fresh water and fertile land, as well as natural ports and mines, and Xiao Qiang also provided the people with more than a dozen merchant ships, which can transport goods from the island to the surrounding trading islands, as well as carry necessary daily necessities.

Eight years have passed, Xuanyuan Yannian has become accustomed to going to the fields every day for a walk, going to the beach every day to dry sea vegetables, and used to going to the private school in the village to teach the children to read and write.

Sometimes, he would carve small animals and toys out of the island's stones and wood, and enjoy the children's exclamations and adoring gazes.

What a ridiculous, stupid idea, the life he now is the life he really wants.

However, none of this will exist, the plane storm is coming, and they must leave their homes once again.

Does Xuanyuan Yannian care? Of course he does!

Under the gloomy sky, a black line in the distance was spreading rapidly, and at the same time, the dark shadow was projected down, and two huge sea ships appeared on the sea that set off the waves.

On the pier, thousands of people lined up in a queue to board the ship under the guidance of the two elders, and everyone's eyes were full of reluctance and tears, looking back at the home where they had lived for eight years.

Xuanyuan Yannian's eyes were also full of reluctance, picked up the little girl, and personally sent her to the ship.

"Old Ancestor, won't you come with us?" The little girl's eyes were red, and when she saw that Xuanyuan Yannian was about to return to the shore, her little hand grabbed the sleeve of the old man's coat.

Xuanyuan Yannian's heart trembled, stroked the girl's head, smiled, and gently took off the little girl's hand.

He followed the plank back to the dock and stood there silently, waving to the sailing ship.

Until the two sea ships could no longer be seen, the unprecedented loneliness swept through the old man's heart, and at this moment, his whole person was empty.

He walked quietly through the empty village with his body bent and on crutches, looking here and there, as if picking up the memories lost in the past eight years, and finally he walked to a small courtyard at the entrance of the village.

There are two or three wooden houses, and in the open space of the small courtyard, there is a tombstone, a wordless tombstone.

Only Xuanyuan Yannian knew that under this tombstone, there were countless people buried in the life, countless people who died for his ambition!

He stood there silently, one moment weeping, one moment laughing, the next muttering to himself, the next saying nothing.

Enough crying, enough laughing, enough repentance, Xuanyuan Yannian's rickety figure suddenly stood up, his silver beard fluttered in the wind, and his cloudy eyes suddenly bloomed with bright light.

He picked up the crutches in his hand, stroked them gently, and muttered: "Life is a lifetime, grass and trees are autumn, old man, this time, we are really going to say goodbye forever!"

After that, a strange wave was injected into the crutches, and the crutches made of wood instantly turned into powder and drifted in the wind.

Entering the bedroom room, Xuanyuan Yannian pulled out a box from under the bed, and took out a purple brocade robe from the box, as well as a strange tiara.

The old man solemnly changed into his robe, combed his long silver-white hair meticulously, and then put on a gorgeous tiara, and tied two somewhat funny straps under his chin.

The beast head belt, which symbolizes the head of the Xuanyuan family, is tied around his waist, and the waist pole of the old man has also become upright at this moment.

Xuanyuan Yannian walked out of the mansion, solemnly knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times in the direction of the ancestral hall, got up, and stepped away, leaving a gorgeous back.

The Youluo Sea in the north has boiled, and the sea has set off stormy waves, islands and reefs have been wiped out in the tide, and the towering cliffs have collapsed under the crash of the vicious waves.

The strange beasts in the sea have fallen into extreme panic, they wander in groups, fighting fiercely, countless seabirds and birds of prey under the invasion of lightning and spatial rifts, raindrops fall, black blood and corpses, sprinkled all over the sea.

The black whirlpool outside the holy ruins was still circling, pushing countless corpses and floating stones to the periphery, and soon, a circular mountain peak was piled up around the black ink disk.

On the island shrouded in pillars of light, the broken ruins became even more dilapidated than before, and the corpses of Sword Pavilion disciples and demon masters lay on the ground.

The magnificent Dark Sanctuary had completely collapsed, and the statue of the Demon God stood alone between heaven and earth, and the cracks on his body bloomed again, crumbling!

In the ruined hall, there were more than a dozen corpses, and the heads of each corpse exploded, apparently their Yuan Ling and Demon Spirit were detonated by their opponents before they even had time to escape.

The Celestial Vein Watcher, a five-year-old boy in white, stood on top of a boulder, looking at the two Demon Venerables in front of the altar with cold eyes, and a ghostly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The arms of the two Demon Venerables were all broken, and under the tattered black robes, their fleshy bodies were exposed, and the cloak on their heads had fallen off, revealing long pale hair and a face deformed by fear.

However, their eyes were still unwavering, and almost at the same time, their lips squirmed, and strange notes echoed in the ruined hall.

Call!

In the countless cracks of the Demon God statue, black shadows suddenly flew out, like a flock of crows, whistling forward.

The Celestial Vein Watcher, the boy in white, with blood stains on his body, looked at the flying black phantom with cold eyes, and mocked: "Is it meaningful to guard a statue when you die?!"

As his lips moved, sound waves whistled forward and flew out as fast as lightning!

The soul fragments released by the Demon God Statue, each fragment was the remnant soul of a Demon Martyr, and it was they who helped Xiao Qiang rebuild the statue of the Demon God back then.

And now, they flashed out again, using their last strength to stop this terrifying enemy.

Airplanes!

The white-clothed boy's soul attack sound wave instantly shattered the flying soul fragments, turning into filamentous black smoke, and then completely erased by a powerful energy.

Bang!

The crumbling statue of the Demon God has finally collapsed!