When this huge and crazy torrent of information poured in, a trace of panic flashed in Gu Jianping's heart, and he instantly realized that he was now a person with deep treasures, but he didn't have much ability to fight back.

With this in mind, with the little reason and strength left, supporting his injured body, Gu Jianping quickly flew towards the southern seas, and on the overseas island that no one could find before, he and Zao Wou-Ki arranged an incomparably solid concealment and defense formation.

The sea breeze was howling, Gu Jian's plane was pale, and he finally came to this isolated island, he couldn't help but feel relieved, and fell from mid-air, but fortunately, the moment he fell to the ground, he opened the formation, so that he fell safely on a piece of soft sand, and did not break his bones.

With the last of his strength, Gu Jianping lay down in a cave on the isolated island, pressed the switch of the hidden formation, and with a fluctuation of spiritual power, it was just like the blue-black striped spirit ship of the Bai Ze Demon King called the Dolphin King.

This small island, which is not small, also quickly blends with the color of the surrounding water, and even if you walk a foot in front of you, you can't see it.

Time flies like a white horse, and ten years have passed in a blink of an eye.

On this day, just after the storm at sea had passed, the warm sun shone on the sea, and the fishermen who had been lucky enough to escape climbed out of the ruined and messy cabin, looking at the fish that were enthusiastic near the surface of the sea in the sun, and their faces were happy.

Suddenly, there was a loud rumbling sound in the sea ahead, and then the sea still shook. From a distance, a huge black shadow gradually appeared on the sea in front of me.

"The sea monster is coming out. Run away, everyone!" shouted a timid fisherman

It is always easier to destroy than to build, in the rivers and mountains of the northern land that were once polluted by the blood demon, in the past three years, the alliance has sent hundreds of thousands of low-level cultivators and hundreds of high-level formation mages to purify the magic pollution brought by this blood demon day and night.

However, up to now, there are still six or seventy percent of the land, which is full of blood, and there are still many blood demons and flesh in the depths of the ground, these dirty and terrifying things make those low-level cultivators accidentally confused and polluted by magical power, and become crazy and irrational monsters.

Recalling the earth-shattering battle ten years ago, Su Zhizhan is still very excited when he thinks about it, and he is proud that he can participate in such a world-changing war, even if he is only a peripheral person.

However, in addition to the excitement of reminiscing, he often wondered and regretted that those brave men of the same clan who fought desperately, especially the Elder Regiment, Mingde Divine Monk, Wuji Sword Venerable and others, none of these people survived, and they were all destroyed in the self-explosion with the blood demon, and there were not even any body relics.

This can't but be said to be a great regret, and it is also something he often wonders, thinking of this, Su Zhizhan pushed the wheelchair and slowly drove towards a low building in front of him.

In front of the door of the building, a huge stone tablet stands in front of it, on which are written three basket-like characters, the big characters are simple and powerful, and there is this cyan spiritual power faintly, which is implicated with this building.

In the memorial hall, Su Zhizhan silently recited these three words in his heart, and his face was solemn.

The first thing you see when you enter the memorial is a bronze wall with names engraved on it, and the names of those who died in the decisive battle with the Blood Demon ten years ago.

On the side of the wall, there is another wall, which is also engraved with words, but it is a commemorative text, which talks about the reason for the construction of this memorial hall, as well as the praise of those heroic souls and the hope for a better life for the human race in the future.

Entering through a small door on one side of the wall, there was a dimly lit hall inside, and there were small rooms in the hall, each of which contained the photos and relics of the victims before their deaths.

"Alas, it would be great if the Mingde Divine Monk and the Wuji Sword Venerable could survive back then. ”

"Yes, if they were still alive, we and the Terrans might be able to have a more favorable situation in the current negotiation situation with the Demon Realm. ”

Su Zhizhan pushed the wheelchair slowly past the room, looking at their last photos that were either chic or calm, imagining that if they had lived to the present, he could hear a few old men next to him talking about the Mingde Divine Monk and the Wuji Sword Venerable, and his heart moved.

"There are people who think the same as me, well, but according to my thoughts, none of these former powerhouses may have died, but they were just retreated somewhere to recover from their injuries, as for why they haven't appeared for so long, it's because the injuries are too serious, no one has found them, it's too far away, just like the overseas islands where the gods and monks and Jianzun lived in seclusion before the war, no one has been able to find it until now. Su Zhizhan thought in his heart

On the table, the thigh-thick lobster chelica, the golden brown and crispy fried by the finest fish, the coconut freshly plucked from the tree and all kinds of tropical fruits next to it are the best dessert after dinner. In addition to this, dozens of plates of various precious seafood delicacies are placed on the table.

The world is unpredictable, the seventeenth and current commander of the Blue Whale Fleet, Ou Zongrong, is a big fat man with low strength, and a quirk of eating almost constantly.

This kind of cultivation, such a strange disease, in the past, I am afraid that I was not even qualified to go on the smallest ship, but after the decisive battle of the blood demon, although the spiritual power of heaven and earth did not decrease, but the sudden death of those strong people, the inheritance of cultivation is like a river suddenly cutting off most of the water sources, leaving only a stream-like flow.

Ou Zongrong knows his cultivation, and he also knows the reason, over the years, he has been sending people to search for suspicious overseas islands, he hopes to find the seclusion of the two peerless powerhouses, even if he fails to find the two peerless powerhouses who are alive, but in the place where the strong live in seclusion, there must be secrets left by the strong.

Biting the steamed swordfish meat in front of him, Ou Zongrong's mind flashed, sorting out and deducing the information obtained these days, and suddenly a subordinate said a rumor of a dock fisherman in his mind, flashing like lightning.

"Sea monster, sea monster, could it be?" Ou Zongrong exclaimed in his heart

Although he had the answer and plan in his heart, he still didn't stop eating, after all, for such an extremely important matter, he had to think more thoroughly, closed his eyes, while experiencing the delicious fish, while thinking about how the alliance would react if he really found the secluded overseas island, and what kind of requests he could make.

Suddenly, he felt something in front of him shake rapidly, giving him a great sense of danger, and he opened his eyes, only to see the most incredible face.

"Mingde Monk!!Yes, is that you?"

How high is the cultivation of the Mingde monks? This is a thousand-year-old question that hangs over the heads of the world. Three days ago, Gu Jianping and the people in the alliance came to the northern land that was still polluted by the magic of blood demons, looking at this dark red, lifeless thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, he was still in the shape of an ancient well.

Slowly holding a bead with a silver light in his arms, Gu Jianping put it into the ground under his feet, covered it with soil, closed his eyes, and said in a deep voice

"Dust to dust, dust to dust...................... “

The next morning, Gu Jianping quietly left, leaving behind the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers that had been decontaminated by blood demons and become incomparably fertile and beautiful, as well as the peace contract between the human race and the demon world. and numerous historical questions.

For him, the fusion of the source of extinction,

That is, it means the exposure of identity,

and even more dangerous,

The opening of the path of the Dao Ancestor!