The demon and the Buddha's light, these two completely different things, rubbed and collided with each other on his body, and they were incompatible with each other.

Sun Wukong half-knelt on the ground, and his face was violently twisted under the torture of two forces.

Lin Qiye, who was behind him, saw this scene, and a look of shock appeared in his eyes.

Having experienced the possession of the Great Sage, he knows very well what kind of torture these two completely different forces are for the soul, although Sun Wukong has now achieved positive results, his soul is extremely strong, and he will not be scattered under the mutual rejection of the two forces, but that kind of pain cannot be erased.

The feeling of tearing a soul in half is enough to drive anyone crazy.

Demonic energy and Buddha light intertwined in Sun Wukong's body, and he gritted his teeth and slowly stood up from the ground.

The heavenly court was destroyed, all the gods of Great Xia died, between the vast heaven and earth, only he was left as a god, hatred and anger filled his chest, even if the heaven and earth were huge, in his eyes, he only had one destination left.

Those furious eyes stared at the rolling mist in front of them, flashing with unprecedented killing intent and madness.

"The Mist...... I just want to see what you are! ”

He held the golden hoop stick in his palm, the terrifying aura of half demon and half Buddha raged between heaven and earth, he stepped out suddenly, endless clouds churning under his feet, carrying his body, rushing towards the mist without hesitation.

He passed through the invisible wall of miracles, and his form disappeared into the mist.

With his disappearance, the nine Zhenguo Divine Monuments gradually faded into the field of vision of the mortal world, and the invisible wall of miracles eternally sheltered the entire territory of Great Xia, blocking the fog of death.

In the dead silence of heaven and earth, only the endless sound of the wind whined.

A crimson figure stood next to the corpses of Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing, standing in front of the magnificent misty border, like a statue, standing quietly in place.

One minute, two minutes......

I don't know how long it took, he couldn't hold back the pain in his heart anymore, roared angrily, and smashed his fist into the snow under him, and the snowflakes flew up all over the sky, and the face that was twisted by pain and looked extremely hideous, showing a deep sense of powerlessness.

Lin Qiye knelt on the snowfield, his mind was full of pictures of the gods of Great Xia crashing into the monument like moths fighting fire, the Queen Mother of the West, the real person of Yuding, the Emperor of Xudu, Yang Jian...... In his mind, the vow full of death will always echo in the loud sky.

In the end, he seemed to see Sun Wukong's eyes with a hint of hope again, and gradually turned to a scene of despair and collapse.

"!!" He buried his hands in the thick snow, opened his mouth, and let out a sharp growl.

Damn it!!

Damn it!! Obviously he can't change anything! Why witness it all for yourself!

The silhouette of time faded like a tide, and the dark fog outside the border gradually returned to gray and white, and the "mysterious" corpses lying on the ground disappeared little by little with the corpses of Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing, as well as the pool of blood that flowed out under them.

The power of Kunlun Mirror's time re-reflection has been completely interrupted at this point.

The dark sky vanished without a trace, and in its place was a dark night.

I don't know when, between heaven and earth, there is not a trace of light, and endless darkness covers every corner of the Pamirs, like an abyss of despair and death.

Lin Qiye knelt in the snow, unaware of everything around him.

At this moment, countless crisp sword roars, exploding from the void somewhere, they were mixed with the howling cold wind, like a sad and painful wail.

Lin Qiye was stunned, he raised his head blankly, looked around, and lightly pressed the palm of his right hand against his chest.

He didn't know where these sword sounds came from, but he could clearly sense that in this endless sword sound, there were the same emotions as him...... Grief, unwillingness, anger!

Sword...... Will there be feelings too?

At this moment, Lin Qiye seemed to realize something, lowered his head and muttered to himself:

"Everything in the world has spirituality, and the sword is the head of all soldiers, and spirituality is even more ...... Only by forging the soul with intention, making it look at feelings, love and sword sound, and casting swords to open the edge, can the spirit be spiritual. ”

That was what the Queen Mother of the West had told him, and it was the reason why she had reproduced everything before.

She is letting the sword look at the situation, and with the death will of countless Great Xia Gods to sacrifice themselves to transform into monuments, to infect the spiritual sword, and forge a sword for it!

Thousands of sword sounds echoed in Lin Qiye's ears, and he could clearly perceive that each sword resonated with his own emotions, they were not only swords, but also the audience and participants of this grand epic.

Lin Qiye could even feel that their sword roar was also full of the same will to die as the gods of Great Xia!

“…… Bless all the people of Great Xia, and be safe for all ages! ”

Although the sword is silent, the love is as deep as the sea.

Just when Lin Qiye resonated emotionally with many ancient swords, a figure stepped out of the void from the snowflakes and stood in front of him.

The gilded purple striped robe swayed gently in the wind, and the Queen Mother of the West, who was wearing a golden crown, stretched out her hand, helped Lin Qiye, who was kneeling on the ground, and gently patted the snowflakes on his cloak, and a touch of tenderness appeared in the beautiful eyes that turned in the streamer.

"Queen Mother...... Lin Qiye opened his mouth, a little hoarse.

"You don't have to blame yourself, this is the history of my Great Xia a hundred years ago, and I can't change it...... You're just witnessing it all over again. The Queen Mother's voice was soft.

A touch of bitterness appeared on Lin Qiye's face.

Even if he knew that everything that had just happened was just an illusion, for Lin Qiye, who was in it, it was a real experience, his sadness, his guilt, his unwillingness, and his anger...... It's all real.

Only after experiencing all this in person can he truly understand what kind of weight is hidden behind the eight words "self-collapse and cultivation, turning into a monument and recovering the country".

His fists clenched uncontrollably.

At this moment, as if sensing something, the Queen Mother of the West turned her head and looked to the east.

"Lin Qiye, look." The Queen Mother of the West spoke softly.

Lin Qiye looked up, only to see a glimmer of light, faintly rippling out from between the peaks of the snow-capped mountains in the east, and a touch of fish belly white climbed up the dark night sky, dispelling the endless darkness and abyss.

"Mother, what's wrong?" He asked, puzzled.

"It's dawn." The Queen Mother of the West stared at the morning sun and said calmly:

"Belongs to our time...... It's time to come back, too. ”

Lin Qiye was stunned for a moment, and then seemed to think of something, and looked in the direction of the rising sun again.

Today is the day when the devil's training ends.

And the last...... Day 10.