"Demon God..."

On the top of the deep mountain, Yu Mo's pupils suddenly contracted, his eyes became cold, and his hands clenched the armrest of his wheelchair: "Confucian..."

But soon, he looked around with a wry smile and shook his head.

Confucian has been sent by him to the Demon Suppression Pass.

In the vast mountains, as far as the eye can see, there are no people available.

"Maybe I'm really wrong at this step."

"When the divine soldier is unsheathed, he needs to see blood."

"Tianjiao was born, and he needs to see my human bones."

"But now..."

"I can't hold it anymore."

"For the rest of your life, you can't kill it again, let's retreat..."

At this moment, Yu Mo suddenly found that in the face of absolute strength, he was so powerless.

He has always believed that even if his strength is insufficient, with his extraordinary wisdom, he can still walk between the blades and solve all crises.

But if...

The idea seems so ridiculous.

If the demon god really flipped the table, he... And how?

Afterwards, even if the Terrans tried their best, the situation still fell into an irreparable situation.

"Only like the teacher, the coexistence of strength and wisdom is the king..."

"I'm going to be ... Not as good as you. ”

Yu Mo's eyes were a little declining, he lowered his head slightly, and his hands were trembling slightly at some point.

"I never believed in God, I didn't believe in fate, I only believed in myself."

"But now..."

"Heavenly gods and Buddhas, as long as I return safely for the rest of my life, I will be your believer..."

After all, the only thing I can do is make ridiculous prayers.

In this war, he has no right to speak, and it is not his home field at all.

……

"The rest of your life!"

"Retreat!"

"Today, the old man wants to see, this demon god, dare to stop you and attack you!"

Yuan Qingshan shouted again: "Now that the demon gods are not out, these demon masters of your demon domain will all die here, get out of the way, truce!" ”

"This is the biggest concession my Terran has ever made!"

The old white ape was still standing in place, as if he was asleep, deaf to Yuan Qingshan's words, but it didn't issue any new orders, and no one knew what it was thinking.

As for the water world, the red dragon patriarch is still wailing.

At a certain point, the water world suddenly dissolved.

The Red Dragon Patriarch was covered in scars, and the other demon lords around him didn't seem to be in very good shape.

And the rest of his life quietly took two steps back and stood side by side with Yuan Qingshan.

Several other battlefields around him also tacitly stopped at this moment, and one by one the Eight Senses of the Terran Race decisively gathered together, surrounding the rest of their lives in the center, and looked at the air vigilantly.

The situation has now become clear.

The final outcome of this war has nothing to do with these demon lords and eight senses.

"Retreat!"

"Whoever dares to intercept will be killed!"

Yuan Qingshan suddenly shouted!

The two Eight Senses dispersed and slowly retreated in the direction of the blockade line, their eyes full of murderous intent.

The demon beasts on the blockade line were a little hesitant, and they all set their eyes on the old white ape, and even at this moment, the huge pupils in mid-air fell on the position of the old white ape, as if waiting for its thoughts.

"Hehe..."

"It's reasonable for the Pavilion of the Ink Pavilion to go home."

"Everyone has no hatred or resentment, and they can't really break the net with others inexplicably."

"Remember, the order I gave from the beginning was... Slaughter all the soldiers of the broken army and wash away the shame of my demon domain with blood! ”

"Pavilion Master Yu..."

"Slow down and don't send it."

The old white ape said with a smile as if he had just woken up, and then turned sideways very politely, indicating that he was not hostile, and glanced in the direction of the mountain by the way, but his eyes only flashed, as if he glanced at it casually.

But Yuan Qingshan's brows furrowed slightly, and he subconsciously looked in the direction of the rest of his life.

Yu Sheng's footsteps paused, and he looked at Yuan Qingshan calmly: "They... Save? ”

He didn't shout loudly or say anything bloody, but waited for Yuan Qingshan's response.

For a moment, the air fell silent.

After a long time, Yuan Qingshan grinned and showed a smile: "Of course, for the rest of your life, you remember, the biggest difference between my human race and the demon domain is that the human race, even if it is to save an ordinary person, can sacrifice eight senses!" ”

"This is the value of our existence."

"Choosing to give up their lives for the sake of their own survival is inconsistent with the spirit of the human race and the doctrine of Mogelige."

"Even if we fight and all our old bones die, we have to save them."

"And now..."

Yuan Qingshan's voice paused slightly, and then he looked at Yu Sheng with a serious face: "Did you fight with us to save those recruits?" ”

"Even if... From a rational point of view, they are useless about the direction of the final war? ”