I see a deer when the forest is deep, a whale when the sea is blue, and I see you when I wake up from a dream.

But after that day, when the forest is deep, the fog rises, the sea is blue, and you are far away in your dreams.

The deer comes in the fog, the whale rises with the waves, if you turn back, I am still behind you.

Chang Xi wiped the tears from the corners of the eyes of the two women in his arms, "It's sunny, don't cry." ”

Qing Xuan clung to the placket of the person in front of her, a few years ago in Wushan he was wiped out with the golden flames in the sky, she was afraid that he would disappear again in the next second, her shoulders trembled and sobbed: "Where have you died for so many years?"

Chang Xi put his arm around her shoulders, half-knelt down and looked at her crying face gently, even if they didn't say it, he knew that these two newly married widowed women had been untold in their bitterness for several years, and said apologetically: "I went to a place far, far away where others couldn't find me, and there were many people there to help me, otherwise maybe I would still be a displaced lonely ghost." ”

Xin Tong buried her head in his chest, she didn't want to ask her where the man had gone all these years. The woman was careful, and judging from the millions of Yin soldiers who swept through Erhai like a black tide, it was not difficult to guess that Chang Xi was indeed killed in Huangquan back then. But as for how her man was able to return to the human world from the netherworld, she didn't care.

As long as he comes back, that's enough.

The barefoot woman who bloomed like a snow lotus flower in the midst of thousands of horses looked at her, and the corners of her mouth rose gracefully, did it turn out that the two dusty women were his wives?

His eyes are still as vicious as ever.

It is said that husband and wife are better than newlyweds, not to mention that life and death are separated by a few degrees of spring and autumn, and the excitement and joy of reunion are all left to complain to each other. Jun Mo, who was regained half of his life from the Hades by Xin Tong with Feng Huangyan, slowly opened his eyes and found that the person standing in front of him was actually the brother who had drunk and talked with him, this iron-blooded general who never took a step back on the battlefield had tears rolling down in big eyes, and he cried hoarsely: "The sky has eyes!"

After losing the two princes, the 200,000 demon army began to retreat under the encirclement and suppression of the Immortal Dao Alliance and millions of Yin soldiers, and fell into an embattled situation. There are indeed many people who are not afraid of death among the elites of the demon race, and what supports them to die is a fluke in their hearts that they are trying to fight against the water. In the land of the Demon Domain, each faction has its own iron law on the battlefield, such as the iron law of retreating and beheading, and these demon armies that rushed from the Demon Domain to the southern Xinjiang never expected that the Terran monks who opposed their race would treat prisoners of war well.

But all the luck and resistance of the demon army were completely wiped out with the two old man's heads that fell into the sea and the man in gorgeous clothes who were bound all over their heads with an eagle chirp that pierced the eardrums above their heads.

The two royal shadow servants died, and the four princes, one of the commanders, were captured alive.

No matter how fierce they are to death, the elites of the demon clan only feel that something in their hearts is broken and collapsed at this moment, and they are unable to hang down the weapon that is wet and slippery with blood.

In their gray eyes, the last reflection was the overwhelming figure of the Terran monks. In countless sword flashes, there is no more.

After this battle, there was no more fighting on the Western Front.

After exterminating the demon army, Cheng Wei, who was already one of the strongest in the Heavenly Sword Peak, didn't mind showing unprecedented fatigue in front of all the junior disciples, and sat on the sea with his ass, the Longquan Sword in his hand that had been with him for a long time had become pitted. Jian Xiu's sword is like his closest lover, he is reluctant to abandon it, and when he goes back, he will not have to trouble the brothers of the Artifact Peak to return to the furnace to smelt again.

He didn't dare to close his eyes to rest, for fear that he would have to sleep for three days and three nights.

Cheng Wei looked at the Erhai Lake, which was no longer blue and reddish-brown, when he came, there were less than half of the eight thousand Heavenly Sword Peak disciples, there were couples who formed Taoist couples who parted forever in life and death, and there were like-minded brothers who were separated by yin and yang. There is an unwritten tradition in Qingyun Mountain, as long as the slightest opportunity is possible, he will not let the corpses of his companions wander outside the sect. The disciples of Heavenly Sword Peak searched for the bodies of their companions on the Erhai Sea, which was full of broken corpses, and even if there was only a piece of meat and cloth left, they wanted to take them home.

He looked at a certain place on the battlefield from afar, a baby-faced Qingyun Peak sword cultivator's red-dyed sleeves from under his right shoulder were empty, and he fished out the severed arm that had been soaked in the sea water until it turned white and still held the sword and did not let go from the corpse. He was stunned and wanted to return the severed arm to his shoulder, and as soon as he let go, the severed arm popped and fell into the water again. After repeating this several times, he finally accepted the truth and began to choke, and then cried out, unspeakably miserable and desolate.

Compared with the people who died in this battle at the border of the Western Regions, he was undoubtedly lucky. But it is also not easy to live scarred after walking off the battlefield.

In addition to the victory in the Great War and the capture of the four princes, the true identity of the black-robed man who led the divine soldiers to the sky was quickly revealed, and it was actually Chang Xi, a disciple of the back mountain who exchanged death for death with the six princes of the Demon Domain in Wushan a few years ago!

All the disciples of Qingyun Peak and Heavenly Sword Peak shook.

On the way back to Qingyun Mountain, Chang Xi and his two wives, Xin Tong and Qing Xuan, began to deal with the post-war planning of the cave and the secluded department non-stop.

There are nearly 2,000 people in the cave and secluded department, especially after most of the soldiers have reached the Yuan Infant Realm and the Transformation God Realm, it is difficult to get the resources available for their cultivation with the ability of Chang Xi alone. If you want to support such a captain-level war department, without the background and family background to match, it is tantamount to ruining people's future. Before, he asked Su You to help conceive a blueprint plan for the formation of a faction, and now he has a general direction, and several battalion leaders of the cave and the ten demon beasts under the Qinglong Pond began to offer words and suggestions, never thought that these guys really had some good ideas, as everyone's discussion became more and more hot, the three dragons also participated, and everyone was even more enthusiastic.

Chang Xi took the Yuehong Sword to a secret room in the battleship, and couldn't twist the Yuehong Sword Spirit's inquiry, and told the little guy about his experience over the years, and frightened the boy-like sword spirit.

Chang Xi sat down cross-legged and said in a serious tone: "Yuehong, do you remember when you told me that your memory was damaged and turned into countless fragments, and you can't remember why you appeared in the world?"

Seeing the serious appearance of the master, Yuehong also quieted down and nodded slightly.

"I think I'm going to find a way to awaken your memories by now. ”

Chang Xi smiled and raised his fingers to pinch the trick, opening his heart to the Rainbow Sword Spirit without reservation.

After an interval of four or five years, he once again entered the inner space of the Moon Rainbow Sword.

Chang Xi walked through the inner space of the Moon Rainbow Sword like a sea of sword qi, and came to a huge hall door made of countless memory fragments, and the Moonrainbow Sword Spirit in the shape of a boy was already waiting in front of the door.

With the rapid progress of his master's cultivation, Yuehong has recalled quite a lot of memories, including many kendo supernatural powers, but he still can't remember a little bit of his life experience, he said crisply: "Master, what should I do?"

"You don't have to do anything, I'll guide you with the information I know. ”

Chang Xi squatted down, pressed his fingers against Yuehong's eyebrows, closed his eyes, and flashed back to the truth that the senior brother had confided to him from the fairy world, and muttered.

"The demon world has invaded, the fairy world has been broken, the heavenly court has collapsed, and there is no more ascension!"

Under the guidance of the words of only sixteen words, the beautiful face of the moon rainbow sword became extremely hideous in an instant, and there seemed to be some painful memories that had been suppressed for a long time but could not be remembered in the bottom of his heart, and an incomparably poignant sword roar burst out of his immature throat, and the sword sound was full of remorse soaked in blood.

In the blood and tears flowing from the corners of the sword spirit's eyes, on the temple door composed of memory fragments, countless fragments that did not exist before gathered out of thin air, and then completely filled the entire temple door. The door of the palace that had been sealed for a long time suddenly opened, and the tidal wave of memories behind the door completely submerged the two people in front of the door.