On the battlefield, the war between the demon clan and the barbarian clan is still continuing, but at this time, the demon clan is already at the end of the strong crossbow, although these demon beasts are still fighting against the barbarians, but the victory or defeat between them is already doomed at this time.

One by one, the demon beasts were killed by the barbarian guards, and when Ye Chen's spear hit the demon beast group, most of the demon beasts on this battlefield had been severely injured by the power of thunder, leaving irreparable injuries in their bodies.

And the barbarian guards are at the peak of their combat power at this time, under the strong offensive of the barbarian guards, the beasts of the demon clan are retreating one after another, and the beasts at this time no longer have the strong offensive before.

In the sky above the land of the demon clan, an old man sitting cross-legged suddenly frowned, in the bronze mirror in front of him, the picture that appeared in it was the battlefield where Ye Chen was, one picture after another circulated in the bronze mirror, the old man of the Jin Crow clan was killed by a spear, the whole person dissipated in the air, and the beasts of the demon clan on the battlefield were defeated and retreated under the attack of the barbarian guards, and the corpses of demon beasts were added to the battlefield......

This picture clearly appears in the bronze mirror, like a picture of light and shadow.

After seeing the pictures in this bronze mirror, the old man sitting cross-legged showed a sense of thought in his eyes, and in the bronze mirror, he saw Ye Chen's face, and the thunder spear thrown by Ye Chen killed the old man of the Golden Crow clan with one blow.

After a while, there was a sudden look in the old man's eyes, and the person who killed the old man of the Golden Crow Clan in the bronze mirror was the one who snatched the Golden Crow Clan's supreme treasure dementor flag.

After the treasure of the Golden Crow Clan was snatched away, he handed over Ye Chen's portrait to the Golden Crow Clan and guided the Golden Crow Clan to snatch back the Dementor Banner, but he didn't expect that the Golden Crow Clan still failed to recapture the Dementor Banner in the end, and the old man of the Golden Crow Clan was killed by Ye Chen.

The old man sitting cross-legged looked at the picture in the bronze mirror intently, and on the picture in the bronze mirror, the beasts on the battlefield were already slaughtering the barbarian guards, and if this continued, the demon beasts on the battlefield would be completely slaughtered.

There was a worried look in the old man's eyes, he had to stop the barbarian guards from slaughtering the demon clan, otherwise the demon clan would be completely defeated on the battlefield in that place, and their demon clan would lose this opportunity to capture the Great Wall of the border region.

A crow glided across the sky and landed on the old man's shoulder, the crow's eyes were pitch black, and there was a smart look in his eyes.

The old man sitting cross-legged moved his lips slightly, as if he was muttering softly.

A moment later, the crow leapt to its feet and soared through the air, flying into the unknown distance.

The old man continued to look at the bronze mirror in front of him with a calm face, and continued to pay attention to the battlefield between the demon clan and the barbarian race.

The crow that flew into the air flew through the clouds, and it kept flying towards the depths of the demon land, as if it was looking for someone.

After some time, the crow came to a beautiful valley, and in the middle of the valley there was a waterfall that made a thunderous roar, and the rumbling sound echoed throughout the valley.

By the valley there was an old man with a crane hair, fishing, and the crow that soared in the sky circled for a while, and then swooped down and landed on the old man's shoulder.

The old man who was fishing put down the verdant bamboo fishing rod in his hand, he turned his head to look at the crow that had landed on his shoulder, his eyes were soft, and he smiled softly.

The crow's eyes sparkled with a lively look, and it was close to the old man's ear, and the beak of the bird opened and closed, and a crisp cry sounded.

The old man listened quietly to the crow's low chirp, and after a moment the old man narrowed his eyes slightly, and he picked up a live redtail fish from the bamboo basket next to him and threw it to the crow.

The crow swallowed the redtail fish, which was several times his size, and then the crow flapped its wings and flew into the air.

The old man who was fishing looked at the calm river with his eyes, and then sighed and spit out, "This is the last time I will help the demon clan, and I will have nothing to do with the demon clan from now on." ”

The old man said softly, but there was no second person around, and this sentence seemed to be said to himself, and it seemed to be said to others.

After a while, the old man turned around and walked towards the outside of the valley, his figure instantly disappeared in place, and rushed in the direction of the Great Wall of the Border Region.

The crow flew over the mountains and rivers again, and returned to the old man who was sitting cross-legged.

Deep in the void, the old man sitting cross-legged looked at the bronze mirror, and the strongest people of the barbarian and demon clans were fighting fiercely......

Then the old man saw the crow beside him, and the crow crowed softly at the old man.

The old man nodded slightly, his face calm, but there was melancholy in his eyes.

The crow flapped its wings and flew off the old man's shoulder and into the depths of the demon land.

The old man, who was sitting cross-legged, took his eyes off the bronze mirror and looked up at the one in front of him, his eyes showing reminiscence.

"This is your last promise to my demon clan, and you will have no relationship with my demon clan from now on."

The cloudy gaze of the old man sitting cross-legged became clear at this moment, and he looked at the vicissitudes of life in the distance, as if he had seen a picture from a long time ago.

The old man fishing in the valley was a great powerhouse of the demon clan, strong enough to compete with the twelve demon kings of the demon clan.

It's just that there were some disputes when they were competing for the position of the demon king, which caused the old man in the valley to leave the demon clan, and since then the old man has gone to the valley to hide and no longer ask about everything about the demon clan.

But the old man in the valley was born in the demon clan after all, so he gave three promises to be able to make three moves for the demon clan when the demon clan was alive and dead.

This is the last time this old man has made a move for the demon clan, and after that, he has no relationship with the demon clan.

The old man sitting cross-legged showed deep remembrance in his eyes, and in the end he could only sigh, and his face showed a deep look of helplessness.

After the old man in the valley left the valley, they did not rush to the Great Wall of the border region, but took the clouds and mist, touring the rivers and mountains of the demon clan.

The old man flying in the air glanced up and down the land of the demon clan, he had not left the valley for decades, and had not seen the mountains and rivers of the demon clan.

At this time, the mountains and rivers are at the foot, but they are no longer the same.

After reading the legends of mountains, rivers and lakes, the old man could only sigh silently, and now the mountains and rivers of the demon clan land are no longer what he remembers, they are already vicissitudes of life, and great changes have taken place.

The old man finally took a deep look at the scenery on the earth, and then flew in the direction of the Great Wall of the Frontier Region, never looking back.