Zhang Wentong looked ahead blankly, the Demon God Gate consumed a lot of power of the Ten Thousand Demon God Array, and now it turned into aura and dissipated, merging into heaven and earth.

Dust to dust, dust to dust.

"There's still a chance, there's still a chance ......"

The head of the Alien Demon Sect, who was vomiting blood on the side, crawled over, grabbed Zhang Wentong's shirt, and stared at Zhang Wentong, his eyes as hard as a stone.

Zhang Wentong suddenly snorted, as if laughing at himself, slowly turned his head to look in the direction of Shendu, and said, "His heart is like iron." ”

"It's impossible, as long as the remaining strength is mobilized, it is possible to call the Great Demon Heavenly Gate, and at that time, it will not be a single demon god, but a number of demon gods who will descend, and even, stronger and more than that time."

"For him, the opportunity has not come." Chapter Wen Tongdao.

"However, if he doesn't move anything, the Demon Cultivation Vein will be completely cut off!"

Zhang Wentong asked softly: "We die, what does it have to do with him?" ”

"Yes...... But he's the master of demon cultivation......"

"He is still the lord of the world and the lord of the people, when do you think he cares about the life and death of all living beings?"

"Yes...... We're all demon cultivators......"

"We're just human." Zhang Wentong murmured in a low voice.

"......"

The demon cultivators on the side suddenly realized something, but they couldn't tell it.

They looked at the starlight in all directions, looked at the righteous monks in front of them, and they didn't know why, and they couldn't think of resisting.

Before their eyes, those who were killed by them continued to emerge.

Before, they were afraid, they ridiculed, they ignored, they panicked......

But now, all of a sudden, they feel a lot more relaxed.

He ...... Really don't save us? ”

Zhang Wentong smiled, and bowed three times and nine times in the direction of the gods.

"Today, the love between you and me is absolutely indispensable."

Zhang Wentong got up, shook his broken body, and stumbled towards Li Qingxian.

"The Eternal Demon Gate, defeated by you alone." After Zhang Wentong finished speaking, his eyes suddenly turned black, and he stretched out his hand to point at Li Qingxian.

His body was motionless, but a black figure as thin as a piece of paper rushed out, like a black blade cutting through everything, and suddenly swelled to a height of ten zhang, separating the ground and attacking Li Qingxian.

Where the black blade of the figure passed, a thin crack as thick as a hair appeared on the ground, and then it quickly collapsed to the sides.

"Presumptuous!"

"How dare you do it to the idle king!"

Li Qingxian and the inner god didn't even make a move, and the elders of the major forces behind him rushed out together, one person, one move, one method, and defeated Zhang Wentong's final blow.

Zhang Wentong's body was like a stone statue falling to the ground, shattering into pieces and falling to the ground, scattered as charred yellow dust.

"Zhang Wentong, dead!"

"Heavenly Demon Gate!"

"By the order of the King of Leisure, slay the demons!"

"Slay demons!"

"Slay demons!"

Zhang Wentong's shot, like a loud charge, inspired many righteous monks to shoot together to kill the demon cultivators.

Several old people walked out of the crowd with laughter and laughter, and walked leisurely in the brilliance of battle skills and spells, such as walking under the peach blossom tree.

Everyone around didn't seem to see these people, but they were on the top of this mountain, at the site of this opening ceremony, just like this, in the skylight, step by step, into the mountain behind the Demon Mountain,

Li Qingxian glanced at the backs of those people and looked around.

The demon cultivators had been suppressed by their own repeated gifts, and the departure of the demon god had destroyed their fighting spirit, and the whole process did not have the slightest wave.

For 10,000 years of the human race, throughout history, there has never been a demon cultivator like this.

Even the demon cultivator who was almost extinct back then fought and retreated, struggling to the death.

But now, countless demon cultivators rushed forward in a daze, made a fuzzy move, and fell to the ground in a daze.

Slaying demons is like mowing grass.

At the beginning, the righteous path monks still had some spirits to eliminate demons and defend the way, but as they killed, many emotions slowly dissipated.

Only intense sorrow remains.

They are demon cultivators, but they are also human.

It's just that they have harmed too many people in the past.

If they don't kill them, they will harm more people in the future.

Killing and killing, some righteous monks stopped and stood dumbfounded, staring blankly at all this.

Not all of them have a strong will.

In any case, there are people who, without hesitation, shoot and kill.

Because they know that these demon cultivators have killed countless people in the past.

As long as he lives, he will kill countless people in the future.

As for the merits and demerits, leave it to the future, and now, killing demons and cultivating is to do what you should do.

With the death of pieces of demonic cultivation, countless powers dissipated in heaven and earth, and under the action of the great power of heaven and earth, they were re-transformed into pure heaven and earth aura, and flowed everywhere in heaven and earth again.

After a while, the inner gods returned.

Li Qing looked at the main hall of the Demon Mountain that collapsed in the fierce battle, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was saying to the generals around him.

"It was raining heavily that day, and Quan Xie Gong once said that instead of crying and crying, it is better to step through the demon mountains in the coming day and sacrifice the spring breeze with human heads."

"I've been here."

After Li Qingxian finished speaking, he turned around and walked out.

Behind the scenes, the battle continues.

Some of the righteous monks retained.

"Your Royal Highness the Idle King, next, I still need you to preside over the overall situation."

"Yes, such an amazing achievement, without you, no one dares to say it clearly."

"You go, what if the demon cultivator counterattacks......

The crowd persuaded one after another.

Li Qingxian shook his head politely.

Until he reached the edge of the mountaintop, Li Qingxian looked at the Tianjiang River, the scenery of the north and south of the Tianjiang River, the distant divine capital, the more distant grassland, and the homeland that originally belonged to the human race in the north of the great river.

Li Qingxian glanced back at the battlefield that was still going on.

"I'm a guest with the spring breeze."

The long wind was swaying, and Li Qingxian and the generals stepped into the Flying Sky Pavilion and flew towards the Xianwang City.

The flying ships of Gu Xuanshan and Tianshi Sect took off and followed from afar.

This time, the flight was slower than when it came.

Li Qingxian stood above the sky, looking down on the rivers and mountains of the human race.

The communication talisman disk vibrated one after another, as if unconscious.

I don't know how long it took, Li Qingxian suddenly looked up and looked ahead.

The twilight is faint, the vast field lies horizontally, and the green hills are dotted.

A majestic city stands in the far reaches of the eye.

In the city, there are still five statues of evil gods, but looking at it now, it is very different from the first time.

There is no wave in my heart.

On Xun Mountain in the northwest corner of the city, the statues of the first four emperors have not changed under the wind and rain.

If nothing else, when Emperor Taining dies, the next emperor will preside over the construction of a fifth statue.

In the light of the gray dusk, the huge city was slowly darkened by the night.

The Flying Sky Pavilion is getting farther and farther away from the Divine Capital City.

Li Qingxian saw the picture scroll of Shendu in front of his eyes, the kite floating in the spring breeze, the buzz of the pigeon whistle in summer, the toughest leaf stalk in autumn, and a bowl of steaming mutton soup in winter.

As long as the food stall you have eaten is there, the god capital is still the god capital, and the hometown is still that hometown.

(End of chapter)