In this way, for hundreds of years, the laws of the battlefield of gods and demons have long been dissipated, and the shackles imposed on gods and demons have long since ceased to exist, but there are still no gods and demons coming to this battlefield.

Because she sat there, it had been a hundred years of wind and rain.

Another hundred years.

In the Northern Dao Palace, the Daoist's eyelids moved.

On the Oriental Immortal Mountain, Tianzun raised his head.

The Buddha in the lotus sea and the wise man under the Bodhi tree all looked at Zhongtian.

A white light was contracting, and it was the piano path that stretched across the heavens and the earth, connecting the east and west.

The qin path was retracted and hovered in the middle of the sky, and all those who felt it, whether gods and demons or immortals, raised their heads.

Xuanyu raised his head, Xuandu raised his head, the little sword demon turned back in an instant, all the changes in her expression fell in Shi Ji's eyes in an instant, the little sword demon was surprised for a moment, overwhelmed for a moment, and fell in Shi Ji's eyes, Shi Ji smiled at her, she was the first person Shi Ji saw.

The little sword demon came back to his senses and turned his head, a little awkward.

Then, she handed the broken arrow that she had been holding in her hand to Shi Ji, "Here you go, they asked me to give it to you." ”

She flicked her sleeve again, "Here you go!"

"It's all for you. ”

The little sword demon shook out a lot of things from his sleeves, each of which was an extremely rare innate thing, for a while, the laws were intertwined, and the divine light was shining.

Shi Ji stretched out his hand to take the broken arrow, got up with a smile, waved his sleeves to take away the artifacts of the soldiers, and said, "Very good." ”

But three words made the corners of the little sword demon's mouth curl up, and his eyebrows danced.

That kind of happiness was overflowing from almost every eyebrow of her.

Like her, there are Xuanyu and Xuandu, Xuanyu stepped into Zhongtian, his eyes were shining, grinning and smirking, happy like a child, especially the teacher, it was touching when he heard it.

"Sister!"

Xuandu's eyes reflected the whole sunny day, and his eyes were moist, like washed with water, moist and clean.

The voice is full of emotion.

He returned to the battlefield of gods and demons again, but he was not worried about his sister who was still in the battlefield of gods and demons, and only by watching could he rest assured.

Shi Ji's smile was a sunny day in their eyes.

"It's time to go back. ”

Such a voice is even more heavenly, not only to Xuandu them, but also to the gods and demons in the battlefield of gods and demons.

Shi Ji to the Quartet, sitting in the Quartet's mixed yuan, the head of the Quartet returned the courtesy.

The great powers and immortals of heaven and earth all bowed their heads to Zhongtian, to the cyan figure that stood taller and faded, and they didn't raise their heads until she faded away and faded away from the battlefield of gods and demons.

Her departure made everyone's hearts tighten, as if the sky was empty.

Their hearts were empty.

Shi Ji stepped into the flood wilderness, she took a breath, and the heavens and the earth knew.

"She's back. ”

Kunpeng opened his eyes for a moment.

The River Styx raises its head.

The Queen Mother stepped out of Yaochi.

The laurel blossoms bloomed, and Chang'e had a faint smile on her face.

Granny Meng's wooden scoop paused, as if it was more kind.

There is also a person, Taishang Laojun of the Eight Views Palace, who walked out of the Eight Views Palace.

The Emperor of Heaven, the Queen Mother, and the Heavenly Court Mighty Da Luo, who is spread all over the thirty-six heavens, converge to the Middle Heaven.

Because she is back, the battle of the gods and demons battlefield two hundred years ago has long been spread throughout the wilderness.

"The luthier works hard. ”

The Emperor of Heaven.

"The luthier works hard. ”

The Queen Mother is the head.

"The luthier is hard!"

The great powers of the Heavenly Court have taken their heads.

Zhen Yuanzi of Wuzhuang Temple, the owner of the Ten Thousand Dragons' Nest, and the Fengzu on the Phoenix Terrace, all looked at the Thirty-six Heavens, and they either bowed their heads or nodded their heads and greeted Shiji.

Shi Ji returned the gift one by one.

"The luthier works hard. ”

An old man with white hair came from a distance on crutches, and a smile was on his lips.