Liu Xuanchou walked slowly on the sticky ground under the moonlight, and after two streets, it was the location of the Chinese Embassy on the island.

Although this turmoil seems to have subsided, it is only a surface, as long as Dr. Ah Q has the mysterious black crystal, the demon raiders can be continuously created, and such a terrifying combat force is enough to break the balance that has been maintained by various countries for many years.

Once the situation is broken, it will only be the ordinary people of all countries who will suffer.

Are Demon Marauders really that terrifying? Not really! High lethal thermal weapons are enough to shatter them and dissipate them from heaven to earth. So far, there are as many as 23 countries with nuclear weapons, and any one of them can stand up and drop a few atomic bombs to blow up the world above their heads, not to mention this little copper and iron demon predator.

Despite having weapons capable of destroying demon raiders, they can still be one of the most vexing beings of the moment.

First of all, Demon Marauders are extremely survivable, and as long as they appear in a pile of people, they can devour people in an instant. Assuming that every soldier is a sharpshooter with excellent marksmanship, he can ensure that he can accurately hit the Demon Marauder in the middle of the city, but ordinary firearms cannot pose a threat to them at all, and changing to high-lethal weapons will inevitably kill people by mistake.

The people are the foundation of the country, and no one wants to kill 8,000 enemies or lose 800 themselves.

This is exactly where Liu Xuanchou's worries lie.

He felt more and more that the world was quietly changing dramatically, that the Demon Marauders were just the tip of the iceberg, and that there would be more unbelievable and terrifying things that would emerge from the public's attention.

There is no need for Nankaidao to stay anymore, so he can take advantage of this retreat to return to Huaxia and find his dead ghost master to understand the situation. It is said that people become Buddhas when they are old, although his master is usually not serious, he still has some insight in his stomach, and he must know something about the difference between heaven and earth this time.

After thinking about it, I unconsciously was less than 100 meters away from the embassy.

Far away, Xie Aya came up anxiously with a group of armed policemen, he looked Liu Xuanchou up and down, until he confirmed that there was no wound on his body, then he breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "How is the situation outside now?" Are those monsters damaged?"

He had already noticed the Chengying Sword in Liu Xuanchou's hand, the sword body was cold and cold, but it was not stained with the slightest trace of blood. If the ancient sword is not stained with blood, he can understand it, but why is there not even a sign of a battle on Liu Xuanchou's body?

"They should all be dead..... Liu Xuanchou sensed the meaning of his words and chuckled.

"Really?" Xie Aya looked behind him suspiciously.

"They're all in groups, and they shouldn't slip through the net. ”

"You killed it all alone?" Xie Aya still couldn't believe it.

"And him. Liu Xuan raised the Chengying in Yang's hand.

With the help of the power of the ancient sword, combined with his skills, all this is not impossible, Xie Aya thought about it, and finally relieved.

The two walked to the embassy while chatting, and under Xie Aya's questioning, Liu Xuanchou told him the process and details of the incident. Xie Aya knew the stakes well, integrated the troops and the people who had taken refuge, and rushed to the largest wharf in Nankaido.

After a long period of negotiation and pressure, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the island country finally relented and allowed our warships to enter the port to pick up Chinese nationals.

At the behest of the high-level leaders of the island countries, the spread of terrorist incidents in Nankaido was explicitly prohibited. Freedom of speech does not exist, and in the face of national honor, all the rules are just a joke to fool the people.

There was a gloomy cloud in Nankai Province, and everyone was busy rebuilding their homes and identifying their relatives and friends in the sea of corpses and blood..... There is a knot in the heart, but there is nowhere to put it, so I can only hold the corpse and cry, cursing the government's inaction in my heart.

Chaoxian Strait.

Don't have a sword without jade flowers, and the sea breeze breaks your sideburns.

Liu Xuanchou stood alone on the top deck blowing the sea breeze, he was not a saint, and now was no longer the era when he could turn things around by himself, if the poisonous gas studied by Dr. Ah Q spread wildly in the country, he would not be able to save everyone's lives.

"Wu, what the hell is it?"

This was his first interrogation of the nature of 'Wu'.

The sea breeze, salty, people's hearts, bitter.

............

After a long absence, when he set foot on the land of the motherland again, even Liu Xuanchou couldn't help but burst into tears, not to mention those ordinary people who did not die in great calamities, they prostrated on the ground excitedly, kissing this hot land that has experienced vicissitudes and thousands of years of changes.

He can understand their feelings, how can he not be like this, only when he returns here does he feel that he is home, and this home is something he is willing to protect with his life.

After entrusting the three of Keiko to Liu Ming, he set foot on that little-known mountain range alone.

Although Liu Ming is young, he can chat with the three of them very well, here, he is the host, and it should not be a problem to take care of the three of them, which is also a decision he made after thinking about it for a long time. Everyone will have their own life, no one is destined to be with whom, he is used to being alone, and he still doesn't like to let himself have too many worries.

The Meteoric Mountains, where he spent half of his first life.

Overlapping mountains, not a single village in sight, not a single rice field in sight, these mountains are like some drunken old men, one by one, sleeping for tens of millions of years, no one has ever awakened their dreams, no one has ever dared to go deep into their hearts, even those most adventurous hunters, but only to their feet, chasing the goats, wild boars and birds that run down from the mountains, never daring to cross a single step beyond the thunder pool.

The name of the mountain range is 'Falling Saint', the legend is that there is a martial saint who has fallen here, although his soul is rotten, his body is immortal, and he has turned into a mountain range with strange and beautiful peaks, and one day, he will reunite and return to the spirit....

These nonsense stories were told to him by the bad old man, and they were instilled in him since he was a child, asking him to remember that he should be gentle with the ground under his feet, and maybe he would step on the lifeblood of the future martial saint.

Liu Xuanchou shook his head and smiled, it was still very interesting to think of the past occasionally. He saluted respectfully to the mountains, and then walked up to the mountains.

The little wildflowers on the roadside, the wild fruits on the trees, everything was so familiar, he quickened his pace, just wanted to see the bad old man as soon as possible, and then beat him up hard.

Now the strength of the two is comparable, sometimes he was beaten into a pig's head, and sometimes he was beaten by the bad old man and scurried all over the mountain.

"You muddy boy, even if you don't look at the face of me as your master, you can also look at the sect behind me, how can you say that I am also the reincarnation of the martial saint in heaven and earth, only me, you should keep your hands clean...... Eh..... Don't slap ..... face."