Time is a very mysterious thing.

No matter what world or dynasty it is, no one can overcome the aging of time, and nothing can resist the baptism of time.

A hundred years can change a lot of things, and it can also change the entire Divine Word Continent.

For today's world, for the holy realm at this moment, the arrival of the demon army is an invasion and an invasion.

But for the demon warriors who have returned to the world, they just want to get back what they have lost, such as the Holy Domain, which is their former home.

So when they step out of the realm and set foot on the land of the Sanctuary, it is time to go home.

Xu Huanzhi half-knelt in front of the two stone pillars in the center of the Sanctuary, ready to welcome his people back.

Or rather, welcome them home.

His hands were as pale as paper, with a little red on them, like cherry blossoms falling on the snow, which was extremely beautiful.

If you look closely, you will see that his palms are trembling slightly, and the white powder attached to them is pouring down, and soon melts into the red river beneath him, dyeing it a palpitating dark green.

Red is blood, white is poison.

Poison from the old butler Yi Weibo.

Of course, the poison that can be used to plot the Holy Rank is very precious, but no matter how precious it is, as long as it can be exchanged for the return of the clan, it is worth it.

Whether it is the flower carving in the valley far away, or the Yiweibo who goes deep into the snow-capped mountains, or the high priest who holds Yousheng's hand, stops, raises his head, and looks at the holy sky from afar, he has been waiting for this day for a long time.

It is a pity that they were not able to witness this historic moment.

With such glory. It can only be Xu Huanzhi.

So in the next moment, I was nervous at Xu Huanzhi's. Or under the excited gaze, a group of nine people took the lead in walking out from between the two stone pillars.

The four on the left are dressed in golden stumps. Each person holds a flagpole in his hand, on which are the thorn flower totem representing sacrifice, the bright sword totem representing bravery, the sea unicorn totem representing loyalty, and the wheat ear totem representing humility.

They are the only four remaining demon generals on the Sacred Word Continent today, except for Huadiao.

The four people on the right are dressed in gray-and-white robes, with their hands hidden in their sleeves and gently in front of them. On top of their robes, four different things were embroidered with gold silk threads, namely wild clouds, fire, water patterns, and leaves.

They were the four priests who had returned from outside the territory.

The four demon generals and the four priests were the top combat forces under Tu Sheng's command back then, and they were the pillars of the demon clan.

Today, too.

But at this moment, the eight of them were like stars and moons. Guarding a woman.

The woman stood in the middle, walking slowly, her eyes very calm, a fiery red cloak fluttering behind her. Although it looked a little dilapidated, it was as glaring as blood.

Xu Huanzhi looked at the woman, although the two had never met. But he had already guessed who the other party was, so he lowered his noble head.

"I've seen the queen!"

The woman smiled. Bowing slightly, his gaze lingered on Xu Huanzhi's body for a moment. Then he turned to this familiar land.

She is the most noble person in the demon race today, and even Yousheng can't shake her status.

Because she is Yousheng's mother.

She is the woman that the Demon Lord Tu Sheng loved most before he left this world.

But no matter how noble her identity is, no matter how many people are loyal to Her Majesty, at this moment, her heart also swelled with countless emotions.

After a hundred years, I finally came home.

......

At the same time, at the top of the Heavenly Abandoned Mountain, Su Wen had already learned from the mouth of the Heavenly Wolf that was more important than the Great River Alliance, but he couldn't help but fall into a long silence.

It turns out that the demons have not perished yet.

It turns out that the so-called extraterritorial battlefield is the place where the demon people are trapped.

It turned out that the end of the battle of the Heavenly Abandonment Mountain was not the end of the chaos in the world, but the beginning.

At this moment, the Purple Gold Sacred Order in the air had been divided into two and fell into the hands of Su Wen and Emperor Canglan, so from a certain point of view, the hundreds of thousands of literati and students gathered here today had finally regained their freedom.

But there is an even more serious problem in front of everyone.

The demon army has made a comeback, what should they do now?

The top priority, of course, is to return to the countries first, quell this absurd civil strife, and then fight with the enemy to drive back those demons who are vainly trying to get involved in the world!

Suddenly, the truth of the Great River Alliance was no longer important, because after today, the humans and the demon race would definitely join forces again, just like they did more than a hundred years ago.

They've already won once, and winning again, seems like a matter of course.

And after more than 100 years, the human culture and Taoism have flourished, and the human race is far more powerful than it was back then, so what reason would it be to lose to the defeated subordinates of the past?

But is it really that simple?

Then why is there no contempt in the eyes of the wolf, but full of worry?

The reason is simple, because there is a very big difference between human beings today and our ancestors more than 100 years ago.

Prosperity of the Literature.

But the Holy Way withered!

The sword saint who held the long sword in his hand and guarded the world is no longer there, the word saint with top gun and earth-shattering talent has fallen, and the forging saint who has created countless divine weapons and cast tens of millions of holy treasures has long since left this world......

Perhaps it is in response to the concerns of the previous generation of Terran military advisors: who can still fight!

Hundreds of thousands of literati students suddenly fell into a silence like death, with panic and even some helplessness written on their faces.

They subconsciously wanted to find a backbone, so many people set their eyes on Emperor Canglan.

But at this time, the state of the Canglan Emperor was very poor, and even his consciousness was already a little blurred, if it weren't for Ouyang Duoduo who had been supporting him, I am afraid that this first emperor in the world would have fallen in front of everyone.

Seeing this, people panicked even more, even if there were several demi-saints in the field, they couldn't suppress this fear that was about to spread.

It was at this time that a voice suddenly came from nowhere.

"Su Shengcai, next, we, what should we do?"

So a very wonderful scene happened, after this reminder, many people turned their eyes to Su Wen, as if they had completely forgotten about it, just a few hours ago, they wanted to put this young man to death.

In this regard, Su Wen didn't say anything, didn't do anything, he still lowered his head, so that people couldn't see the expression on his face at the moment.

No one urged, no one spoke, and the room fell silent again.

I don't know how long it has been, maybe it's the time of a stick of incense, or maybe it's half an hour.

I don't know why, maybe Su Wen finally came back to his senses from the shock, or maybe the little girl gently pulled the corner of his clothes.

Su Wen finally raised his head again and sighed lightly:

"Let's go home first. (To be continued......)