"How did they stop the momentum?"

Everyone looked at the city pass, and the blood and agitated mood on it dissipated a little with the slowly returning blood-clothed army - at this moment, there was a doubt in everyone's eyes, that is, these soldiers originally intended to go to the Black Water Daze to kill the demons, but now it seems that there is a bit of thunder and little rain.

Until the time of the turn, the mighty army gathered in the center, the blood armor was raised by the demon blood more and more vivid in front of the king of the Northern Wilderness, the young man who had lost his cultivation and looked depressed could no longer be called a saint at this moment, but was pulled back to the mortal world by the original, although he was still admired by everyone, but in terms of strength alone, he was no longer worthy of the young man's Daozun.

But the demeanor is still the same, and no one's eyes are scattered with awe.

The young man's face was pale, his lips were dry, and he looked as if his soul had been greatly damaged, but his gaze was still attentive.

Yan Xi took out his black coat and tied it slowly to Zhang Qinghe, covering his somewhat tattered student Tsing Yi, which was not stained with mottled demon blood, but there were many traces of robbery.

It was a victory that exceeded the expectations of the monks, and it was a war that ended hastily in a way they could not have predicted.

However, Rao is like this, it is enough to make people's hearts surge, Zhen'an has rarely won such a big victory in the entanglement and battle with the demon clan for thousands of years, this is a battle that is enough to be recorded in the history of the DPRK and China.

And Zhang Qinghe is the protagonist of this period of history, and he can leave a strong mark in the entire Zhongtian Great Realm.

The surviving demon hunters, blood-clothed soldiers, and Tianjiao were all in a state of agitation, and they became participants in a piece of history and witnesses to a piece of history.

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

Some people looked at the sick and weak figure in the plain rainbow with feverish eyes, some people crawled out of the pile of demon corpses, bowed down to the young man in the center of the mighty army with gratitude, some people showed awe, and some people trembled.

There are still people laughing, and there are people crying—

What laughs is the long hatred of the end of the snow, and the rest of the life after the catastrophe.

The crying is that the comrades are no longer there, and it is difficult for the old people to return.

Although there are no monks, under the catastrophe, monks are no different from mortals.

There is a common mood and feelings in the world, seeing the injustices and depression, seeing the happy things, seeing the flowers falling sadly, seeing the fruit happy, this is the person, as many precious as nothing, only feel pretentious, high things, that is the loss of humanity.

Zhang Qinghe tightened his shoulders to Xuanlu, and the warmth from the Hengchun Array in it even made him want to be greedy for this good thing, his consumption was actually not as big as he imagined, and he was just trying to maintain a pale look - this can be regarded as a common sense.

The warm current after swallowing the treasure medicine continued to repair the momentum of his soul's fall, and because of Wang's persistent actions, he had long since lost the huge pressure and sequelae of the first time he invited God.

"How's it going?"

Li Huizhi asked with concern.

He was actually injured, but the face of this feudal overlord was as powerful as ever, and it was still the pole in the Northern Wilderness that represented the Immortal Tang Dynasty, and the sun and moon battle banner that seemed to never fall.

An old man and a young man are all playing the principals in Zhen'an City, a dragon spirit and a fierce doll trying his best to play himself as sick and weak, and a major repair of a broken candle in the wind reluctantly plays himself freely.

"Thank you for your concern, Qinghe is fine. ”

Zhang Qinghe's dry lips looked a little weak, but there was no weakness in his eye contact with Li Huizhi, only an inquiry with concern.

Are you concerned about me?

The Demon King suddenly laughed a little in his heart, this little boy is very ghostly, he doesn't look like he has consumed so much at all, and let's see what he wants to do.

Zhang Qinghe naturally cares about Li Huizhi, if Li Huizhi can't live for too long, he is afraid that he will be forcibly pressed in this Zhen'an City, and he will no longer be able to walk, although it is safer than Chang'an School, this bright and shaky realm is not used to give people cold arrows, you don't see that even Li Huizhi in the Mixed Cave Realm has fallen into the Tao before.

And he has learned a lesson, not to mention Li Huizhi, even if this group of Lingyuan of the Bloody Clothes Army overhaul is mixed with him, it will have to be turned into something if it is okay.

Li Huizhi had to be made to understand what he meant, otherwise he would have to cry.

Li Huizhi gave him a reassuring look and signaled that he was okay for the time being. And because he knew a little about Zhang Qinghe's condition, he stopped the people who wanted to pay attention to the overhaul of his body.

This includes strict washing.

The overhaul young man of the blood-clothed army was puzzled at first, but then remembered Zhang Qinghe's consistent style, and his brows stretched inexplicably, soothing.

Zhang Qinghe was not very relieved about Li Huizhi, he lightly opened his vision, carefully observed the broken array, and looked at it for a long time before he came to the conclusion that it could last for ten years.

Li Huizhi, the human king, was a little hairy with his strange eyes.

He looked away and gently signaled to Yan Xi, who immediately understood what Li Huizhi meant, and began to tell the aftermath to come-

"When we return to the city, we will keep the monks under control for the time being, and we will have to take the vows and release them one by one, including our own brothers.

Zhang Shaolang is still returning to the Yuan, once the truth of today's events is leaked, you all know the consequences of the ......"

At this moment, not only the major repairers, but even Huzi and Guo Sicheng showed a fierce look on their faces, looking at the monks on the city gate with scrutiny.

The evil dragon Yu is not dead yet!

Zhang Qinghe is now the life-saving baby bump in Zhen'an City, who dares to put this baby bump on the surface when it shouldn't surface, that is to take the life of their blood-clothed army, and the life of Zhen'an City!

Fortunately, the Great Sage of the Demon Clan blocked the heavenly opportunities around the 100,000 Mountains before, and Li Huizhi did not ask for help, otherwise it would not end well now.

"I informed Xiao Xuantian, three incense sticks, the holy realm of the clan will rush over. Li Huizhi said lightly.

However, everyone on the city gate only saw that the momentum of the countless blood-armored soldiers suddenly rose, and the momentum of returning to the city suddenly became turbulent, and they were a little confused.

"Your Majesty, ...... Humble Duty"

At this moment, a medium-sized blood-clothed sergeant among the lieutenants walked out, his appearance was resolute and decent, as if he was about to say something, but was suddenly interrupted by Zhang Qinghe.

"I'm familiar with this captain, I wonder if General Yan can introduce him to me?"

Guo Sicheng's face was anxious, as if he was going to continue to say something.

"Humble ......"

Yan Xi was quite strange, but he also let Zhang Qinghe interrupt with Li Huizhi's acquiescence and began to introduce Guo Sicheng.

"This is Captain Guo......"