A mighty battle in the Yin-Yang Valley is finally over.

From a million blood crows, to the doppelganger of the evil king, and then to the evil king.

So much so that the later sea of blood.

Evil saints descending from the sky......

Lin Huang couldn't imagine what would have been the outcome of this great battle that had been related to the fate of everyone in the Eastern Spirit Realm if there were no three thousand heroic spirits and Qin Changsheng who appeared at the end.

Maybe there is also Li Baiyi, who is outside Dongling and plays chess in his spare time.

But Xiao Yishan once said that there are thousands of evil demons in the world, and he is not alone who can step on the nine heavens and ten lands and seal countless evil demons. He can kill an evil king, but he is not a saint and cannot protect the warriors of the world.

The catastrophe in the world will not be peaceful because of Xiao Yishan, the so-called catastrophe, accompanied by rebirth and the baptism of blood, in this turbulent world, only self-salvation is the avenue.

If there is no special reason, maybe the evil saint will not fall in the East Spirit Realm, then Li Baiyi may not pay attention to the East Spirit Realm.

There are also the locust branches and Buddhist scriptures that Qin Changsheng finally grabbed from heaven and earth, and maybe they won't exist.

This battle of Yin Yang Valley, which lasted for thousands of years, is extremely lucky to have today's ending. But it also paid a very heavy price.

A million blood crows made the Eastern Spirit Warrior die a small half.

In the later illusion, I don't know how many warriors went crazy or died directly in the illusion.

There is also a non-Zen temple benevolence in order to break through the illusion and use its own ferry.

Murong Burn who threw himself into the oven.

The mercy of being beaten to death by the evil king.

It also helped Xuanyuan raise troops to deploy an army of 300,000 people who slaughtered the spirits.

Pulling the evil king, rushing towards the high-altitude self-explosion of the generation of martial arts myth Yan Zangfeng, as well as the eight martial arts ancestors in the Drifting Snow Palace, all died.

When the evil saint appeared, countless armies were directly suppressed.

There is also Xuanyuan who only has his last breath left, and he has been a human myth for a lifetime, but it is still difficult to get out of this Yin Yang Valley after all.

This is just a battle in the Valley of Yin and Yang.

Thousands of years have passed, and I don't know how many people have died because of this, Yang Xuangan, Xuanyuan Changge, Jia Tiansheng, Jia Wanjin, Xuanyuan Wuxiang, Yang Tianque......

The three thousand white-clothed vegetarians of the Xuanyuan family.

Ye Wuzen.

There are countless warriors who are hidden under the brilliance of these people, even if they are nameless in death, but they are also vigorous and have no hesitation.

The grasshopper shakes the tree, respectable and sighing!

On the blood-soaked battlefield, corpses are everywhere. It has long since become a battlefield of Shura. There are martial artists in the Eastern Spirit Realm, there are those who are happy, and there are also those who are lost.

If you win, you will naturally be happy.

But if I wasn't happy for a moment, I felt like a knife. Those who have passed away will never come back. Those who dissipated eventually turned into clouds.

The smile that used to be hard to see is hard to see.

Once upon a time, the face that I hated became less annoying.

In the battlefield, the remaining warriors all sat on the battlefield, took out a pot of wine, sprinkled it on the earth, and silently swallowed it into their stomachs, looking at the corpses that were horizontal and vertical, endlessly spread all over the battlefield, and the wine was as spicy as a knife cutting the throat and didn't know it.

Those warriors who were covered in injuries were already in tears.

or howling and crying.

Or scolding.

Lin Huang restrained the trace of sadness in his heart, and saw that the 500,000 troops in the distance who were still in formation were all turned over and dismounted, kneeling on one knee!

500,000 people, bowing their heads and being silent, but the void was filled with a strong atmosphere of sadness.

Great sorrow is silent!

In the middle of the military formation, Lu Han knelt on the ground, holding the dying Xuanyuan in his arms, gritting his teeth to prevent his tears from flowing down.

Xuanyuan Tibing was lying in Lu Han's arms, blood constantly coming out of his mouth, but there was a shallow smile on his face.

At this moment, it was warmer than ever.

This vast world is also unprecedented Qingming.

Xuanyuan grabbed Lu Han's hand, vomited blood and smiled, trying to make his voice as steady as possible, "Back then, blame your father for not being able to stop your mother, it was really not your father who killed your mother, even if it is a famous gun, how can it be as important as your mother!"

On the battlefield, Lu Han held Xuanyuan and raised his troops, nodding constantly. The vitality in his hand continued to enter Xuanyuan Tibing's body, but it had no effect.

Not far away, Lin Huang turned his head to look at Qin Changsheng.

Qin Changsheng shook his head slowly, "A person with a dead heart can't be saved! If the evil king is immortal and his beloved is alive, he may still have a glimmer of life."

Lin Huang's expression suddenly dimmed.

The smile on Xuanyuan Tibing's face became more and more intense, and he grabbed Lu Han's hand tightly, as if he felt a trace of guilt, "It's my father's fault that I didn't let you live a carefree life for a few years." But who let you be born in Xuanyuan's family and be the son of my Xuanyuan soldiers, this is your life!"

"In the future, it may be a little hard to carry the burden of Xuanyuan Mansion and the Northern Yan Dynasty on one shoulder, but my father can only hand it over to you!"

"Today's Emperor Beiyan is my father's friend of eight worships, even if he has the emperor's heart, he may let the millions of troops follow my Xuanyuan to the Yin Yang Valley, and he is also a hero in the world, you don't have to worry about his suspicion!"

"As for Xuanyuan Mansion, it has been inherited for thousands of years and has its own heritage. But it is also a big wind, and after I leave, you are likely to face wind and rain in all directions. If you encounter a truth that you can't figure out, and you can't get over the hurdle, ask more about the offerings in the clan, or take a look at the classics of the hundred schools of thought!"

Xuanyuan Tibing said sentence by sentence, and the smile on his face did not decrease.

Lu Han just nodded vigorously, his heart seemed to be blocked by countless mountains, and he didn't know how to speak at all. I'm afraid that as soon as I open my mouth, I can't contain my tears.

He didn't want to see a crying son who hadn't grown up at the last moment of Xuanyuan's army.

"As for the path of martial arts, you have embarked on a completely different path, and my father no longer dares to tell you anything. And the martial soul in my father's body has to explain to you, it's not reserved for you! Whether you complain about your father or scold your father, I'm going to leave anyway, and I'm not afraid!"

Xuanyuan raised the soldiers, vomited blood, and smiled.

"I understand!"

Lu Han lowered his head, tightly hugged Xuanyuan in his arms, and choked out a few words with difficulty.

"Oh yes, ......"

Xuanyuan suddenly sighed, seemingly a little disappointed. Perhaps, deep down, I hope that the latter can mature earlier, but I hope that the latter can not be so mature.

It's the same as when I was a kid, how good.

Then, Xuanyuan raised troops in Lu Han's arms, struggled to get up, and beckoned to Lin Huang not far away......

Lin Huang walked over quickly and squatted in front of the latter, waiting for the latter's orders.

"I'm going to die, can't I call my uncle yet? can't I take advantage of Lin Changtian when I'm dying?"

Xuanyuan Tibing grinned, his smile warm as a spring breeze.

"The little nephew has seen Uncle Xuanyuan!"

Lin Huang bowed his head and said, grabbing Xuanyuan's trembling hand with one hand.

Xuanyuan Tibing suddenly laughed heartily, and coughed violently twice, "In the future, Lin Changtian will know that you are a traitor today, and he will definitely be angry!"

Xuanyuan was proud, but everyone couldn't be happy anyway.

Subsequently, Xuanyuan Tibing continued: "Since I called my uncle, my Xuanyuan Mansion has a thin background, but I can still afford to give a meeting gift, and I have to explain a few things to you......"

(End of chapter)