Chapter 1997

Everyone was assigned the task, and Tang Yan was naturally no exception, he had a very heavy task - Spirit Source Liquid.

He needed to refine all the corpses hoarded in the three regions of the War Alliance into spiritual source liquid.

The sacrificed disciples of the War Alliance have all been separated and buried in the Heroic Spirit Tomb, leaving the corpse royal family, the demon domain, and the captives and corpses of the Pangu clan, more than 10 million, a huge number, which can be called the largest number of abandoned war circles in 10,000 years.

It also contains a lot of special powerhouses, such as demi-saints, as well as holy realms.

These all require special treatment, and they may not really be refined into spiritual source liquid, such as the Fire Qilin and the like, as well as the Hundred Refining Black Peng that was captured alive.

However, Tang Yan was not in a hurry to smelt the Spirit Source Liquid, his body was very weak, and he needed to use the Blood Soul Tree to recuperate for another ten days and a half months before he could concentrate on this huge project.

It just so happens that the demon spirit clan needs some essence blood and soul, and selects some special demons from the corpses of demon beasts, especially demon venerables, semi-saints, and even demon saints, carefully selects some demon beasts, absorbs essence blood and soul power, and brings back the demon spirit clan in the future for the new generation to awaken.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for millions of demon beast corpses.

The Demon Spirit Clan would not let Tang Yan refine all of them into the Spirit Source Liquid.

Therefore, in ten days, it was not only Tang Yan's cultivation, but also the demon spirit clan's selection of 'boutiques'.

The seventh day after the end of the high-level meeting.

Tang Yan left the retreat and walked out of the Temple of the Son of Heaven, without alarming anyone, and deliberately avoiding everyone, in the night and rain, he walked to the newly built 'Heroic Soul Tomb' with a worried and heavy heart.

Seven days later, he finally mustered up the courage to face it.

The Heroic Soul Tomb is located south of the Central Sacred Mountain, because the number of disciples who have died in the Battle Alliance is too large, and the War Alliance really can't vacate so many cemeteries, so each tomb is close to each other, slightly crowded. The larger tombs, on the other hand, are named after 'groups', i.e. thousands of corpses are buried under each tomb, but the corresponding stone tablets have all the names carved on them, and none of them are missing.

Even so, tens of thousands of new graves were built in the Heroic Soul Tombs, close to each other.

Under the rain curtain, in the darkness, the grave was covered with a cold veil, lonely, lonely, how could it not be a little desolate.

Countless undead are sleeping, and they seem to be silently recalling their lives.

Countless corpses were silent in the dirt, as if staring at the sky in desolation.

The atmosphere here is ...... Too heavy...... It's suffocating.

Time and space here seem to be frozen, independent of the world, and walking here is like walking into a corner of hell.

The light rain is dripping, the tomb is lonely, and the stele is cold.

Tang Yan stood on the edge of the tomb for a long, long time, and the 'dark and cold', 'lonely and desolate' inside the tomb was like a thin mist, floating silently, drowning his body and eroding his soul.

He was sentimental, and even more afraid, he thought he was ready, but at the moment his heart was cold and he didn't dare to move forward.

Four million lives, four million ...... Million...... There are too many familiar people in it......

They all died because of the war alliance, because of ...... Die by yourself...... Buried in this otherworldly land, sleeping in this cold underground.

Tang Yan instead hopes that he is still young, and he is still the stubborn character of the year, but ......

He watched quietly, staring at the cold tombstones.

In a trance, the endless lonely soul in the tomb also opened their eyes and stared at him through the tombstone.

The confrontation between yin and yang, desolate, lonely, and bitter.

I don't know when Tang Yan took a step unconsciously, and slowly walked into the tomb of the heroic soul, his fingertips gently brushed over the cold stone tablets, and caressed the familiar names one by one.

Every light touch, every retention, brings a stabbing pain like a knife in the heart.

Once a living life, with a glorious experience, with its own life, with relatives and friends, only one battle, turned into a lifeless corpse, once was, all sealed in the cold tombstone.

Life is sometimes so fragile and so powerless.

Granny Ji, the old man, the third fire, the harpy, and the five martial saints in the forest village, Tang Yan had very little communication with them, but whether it was Granny Ji, or the third fire, and the old man, they all helped Tang Yan, and they all had face-to-face conversations and jokes, whether it was the harpy banshee or the martial saints of the forest village, all of them died for the battle alliance.

How much effort and hard work did they put in to advance to the Holy Realm, but all of them ended in the war.

Tang Yan stood in front of the tomb of the nine-tailed cat, the tombstone was draped in a snow-white velvet coat, which was already soaked in the rain. He was very familiar with this velvet coat, it was the one that Moon Shadow loved, and it was also the gift that Nine-Tailed Tmall gave her to celebrate her new life.

watched quietly and stood in a daze.

Tang Yan's gaze was fierce, and his heart was bitter, it should be the moon shadow coming.

For a long time, Moon Shadow refused to recognize each other, the nine-tailed lynx didn't dare to force it, and there was not even much communication, they were estranged from each other, and they were also strangers, but when the mother died, the family affection that blood was thicker than water was bound to unravel the daughter's dusty memory.

It's a pity that the nine-tailed cats can't see this qiē anymore, and it is impossible for Moon Shadow to call her mother in person.

Moon Shadow has the misery of reincarnation and has experienced the transformation of different fates, but every reincarnation and rebirth is not a torment for the Nine-Tailed Cat, a same misery and rebirth.

This great sage who was once famous in the Mountain of Moving Beasts, how sad and lonely he was in his later years.

Tang Yan knelt in front of the stone tablet of the nine-tailed cat, facing the titular mother-in-law...... Bow your head and prostrate......

Say a word of peace and say goodbye.

Cherish a promise that he is willing to use his life to protect Moon Shadow and accompany her through all the ups and downs of life.

Starting from the first tomb, Tang Yan bowed, was silent, mourned, repeated, repeated, for every sacrificed life, for every buried tomb.

From the very front of the mound, not a single tomb fell.

He mourned in silence for every grave and mourned for every life.

Now that the battle alliance is busy up and down, everyone really can't spare extra time to remember, they have the heart but are powerless, so they can only be replaced by Tang Yan himself.

Tang Yan replaced the entire war alliance, giving the deceased a peace and respecting the undead.

On behalf of all the survivors, I would like to say thank you to the millions of sacrificed Heroes, and say a word of peace to the countless corpses buried underground.

Tang Yan bowed step by step, bowed and mourned.

The tomb was quiet, and even more silent at the moment, as if countless unjust souls were quietly watching him.

The light rain soaked the stone monument and the ground, as well as Tang Yan's long hair and clothes, soaked the soil under his feet, soaked his eyes, and hazy his gaze.

When Tang Yan's fingertips crossed Yin Xiyue's tombstone, tears could no longer help but fall from his eyes, and his throat and chest seemed to be blocked by something, uncomfortable.

And when Tang Yan appeared in front of the little golden monkey's tombstone, his heart ached, his knees trembled and he knelt in the mud, pursed his lips hard, but he couldn't stop the tears from raining down.

He wanted to hold back, he wanted to restrain himself, but he unconsciously hugged the tombstone and pasted its name on his face in a trance, Tang Yan was distressed in tears and choked in the haze.

The encounter in the Dayan Mountains, the frolic in the ancient land, the madness of the Ancient Beast Mountain, the past is like the wind, scene by scene, passing through the mind, but it brings endless bitterness, more like a carving knife across the heart, dripping with blood, stinging and unbearable.

"Wow!" Tang Yan endured it for a long time, but in exchange for crying, tears mixed with rain, moistened his cheeks.

He was like a child, crying and crying.

The emotions that have been suppressed for a long time are released at this moment.

There was no one around, the tomb was quiet, only his cry echoed desolate in the rain.

Tang Yan and the golden monkey have the deepest, deepest, strongest and most intimate feelings.

Although they did not continue to fight side by side together for various reasons in the later period, their feelings for each other have always been there and buried in their hearts. It's not that Tang Yan doesn't want to take the golden monkey with him anymore, it's not that he ignores its existence, it's really that the golden monkey's strength is slightly weaker, and the danger Tang Yan experienced is too terrible, and the slightest carelessness may be a catastrophe.

With the golden monkey, it is harmed.

The golden monkey has also been working hard, growing, and being tempered by the immortal phoenix. Infinitely looking forward to one day in the future, I can squat on Tang Yan's shoulder again, squeak and scream again, cheer and move again, and ...... again Fight side by side and be proud of the world.

However, all of them came to an abrupt end in this battle.

All expectations, all dreams, will become bitter memories.

“...... Ah......h

Tang Yan burst into tears, his mouth was wide open, choked and cried, he hugged the tombstone, like a child, holding ...... Holding ...... Fingernails clasped tightly around the hard tombstone, twisting out blood that swept through the golden monkey's name in the rain.

How much I want to hear its sound again, how much I want to hear the playfulness of that 'squeak' again, how much I want to caress its smooth hair.