Ning Yi didn't have any more thoughts in his heart.

He didn't want to see anyone.

He didn't want to face anything...... He just wanted to bring the "crossing the sea of suffering" back to the old mausoleum.

Then wake up the girl.

This may be a kind of evasion, or maybe a kind of "cowardice", but no one's growth is overnight.

Ning Yi can't afford to lose Pei Fu.

The flying sword stretched into a ray of heavenly light, and the miserable sword cultivation of this divine pool was broken, and on the way to fly, it was not even possible to guarantee the stability of the flying sword, and the fine snow swayed.

His mind was no longer at peace, and countless images were intertwined, swaying, and dodging.

Ning Yi's sword never escapes.

Ning Yi's way is unstoppable.

But now, it seems that something has changed...... He stretched out a finger and pointed at his Shenhai fiercely, blocking all those past, hesitating, and tangled thoughts, and stopped thinking about it.

It's not a good way to do it.

Because not thinking about it does not mean that these things will dissipate.

Ning Yi's eyes became confused, clear, and clean, and the flying sword no longer swayed, turning into a long rainbow, roaring across the sky and slashing through the thunder.

He looked deeply behind him, at the shrinking Imperial City of the Heavenly Capital behind him.

There was no looking back.

......

......

"Senior brother, you're awake. ”

Shen Yuanjun was in a coma for a long time.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Qianqijun's face for the first time, the senior brother's expression was very pale, it seemed that he had been asleep for a long time, and the general's mansion must have been fried...... For the generals in the north, what they are most looking forward to is not how much damage they inflict on the White Emperor.

It's peaceful.

Shen Yuanjun's mind was entangled with the picture of that battle.

He groaned in pain and tried to sit up.

It's difficult, but it's not impossible...... A dense cracking sound sounded in his body, and Shen Yuanjun's expression suddenly changed slightly.

Qianqijun keenly captured this detail.

"What's wrong?"

“...... Nothing. ”

Shen Yuanjun coughed in a low voice and squeezed out a smile, "How long have I been asleep?" ”

Qianqijun has talked about the things these days.

The two brothers spent a "long" half an hour in the house.

"The Pope is waiting outside, and there are many other figures from the Holy Mountain. Qianqijun let out a deep breath and said meaningfully, "They are all concerned about your injuries. ”

"Concern?" Shen Yuanjun leaned on the side of the wooden couch, and he smiled reluctantly: "The Pope is universal and compassionate, and among these people, he should be the only one who really cares about me...... As for the rest, I don't know. All I know is that the prince must have been disappointed that he did not die in the north. ”

There is a slight irony in this sentence.

Qianyujun also smiled, and the big stone in his heart finally landed.

"Get me a knife...... Then help me up. ”

Shen Yuanjun opened his mouth to instruct.

......

......

A moment later, the people waiting outside the general's mansion saw a young man in a light black shirt, his forehead still covered with a familiar sable tail, his expression was calm and tranquil, and he brought great intimidation.

Shen Yuanjun used the pestle knife in one hand, and it was obvious that he was seriously injured in the duel with the "White Emperor".

In the crowd of the Holy Mountain, there were a very small number of cultivators who narrowed their eyes to hide their disappointed expressions...... Shen Yuanjun suffered a lot

Seriously injured, but not dead, this is a thing that makes Tiandu feel regretful.

On the orders of the crown prince, it was not only the king of Chujiang in the underworld, these holy mountain sword cultivators, such a large number of them arrived at the Great Wall in the north, and it was too simple for the prince to want to install power.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I've been waiting a long time. ”

Shen Yuanjun appeared in front of everyone, and most of the cultivators breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, for this "great hero" of the Northern War, more people could share the merits in their hearts.

When Pei Min was there, the spirit of the demon clan was greatly defeated, and at that time, the northern border was extremely strong, and the fortunes of the Great Sui were prosperous enough.

Today's Shen Yuanjun, after returning from the fight against the White Emperor, his fame and prestige have reached the peak...... Although it is not as good as Pei Min at the beginning, it is not much different from the old name of Mr. "General's Mansion".

The next Pei Min.

Leaders of the North, in the truest sense of the word.

What's more, the shadow beside him, Qianyujun, has already revealed his identity in this war.

Mr. General's Mansion II.

Qianqijun sounded the heavy drum at the head of the city, and at the last moment, he ordered the iron cavalry to retreat, saving a great loss for the Great Sui, otherwise the number of iron cavalry shrouded by Tianhailou may reach as much as ninety percent, and the new tombstone to be added in Baijiapo will also be doubled.

Shen Yuanjun glanced around and said, "The results of the war in the north...... I don't want to say anymore that this is the greatest victory of the Great Wall of the North in ten years, and you are waiting here to witness it. ”

Shen Yuanjun paused and said with a smile: "The wildfire in the northern realm will never be extinguished...... Ladies and gentlemen, after experiencing the duel with the White Emperor of the Eastern Demon Domain, I am still alive. ”

After this, there was silence at first.

One by one, looking at each other, looking at each other.

Someone raised the long sword in his hand.

The beacon at the head of the city was burning at this moment, one after another sword light, sword shadows, reflected at this moment, the wildfire was bright and occupied everyone's eyes, and the silent and solemn sound of the scabbard hitting was transmitted and scattered—

Wildfires in the North will never be extinguished!

This silent and iron-blooded will rumbled in the heart of the Holy Mountain Sword Cultivator.

The end of the war in the North...... For cultivators who have personally experienced this war, it is a test of will and physique, as well as a tempering.

It was a silent nirvana.

Lian Qing of Ying Tianfu, with a serious expression, also slowly raised the long sword in his hand, he opened his mouth seriously, and said word by word: "The wildfire in the north will never be extinguished." ”

Behind him, the sound of a academy disciple raising his sword was like a tide.

This will, the flame burns stubbornly, it is the unyielding and tenacious left by Pei Min, it only needs a little spark, it ignites when it is touched, it burns when it is lit, it spreads with a bang, and it intensifies.

A scorching tide.

Shen Yuanjun looked at the crowd in front of him with a smile, and he suddenly felt ...... These sacrifices made by oneself have a deeper meaning behind the strategy and chess game.

Even if the essence of the game with the crown prince is abandoned, if this war can make these young people in the future of the Great Sui realize the pain of loss, and then live stronger...... That's enough.

Shen Yuanjun is a very cold-blooded person.

He is also a very loving person.

Qianyujun looked at his senior brother's eyes, but he was inevitably a little distressed, senior brother, he knew how to love the world, but he didn't know how to love himself...... In the fierce battle with the White Emperor, he escaped with his life by "luck", and after returning to the General's Mansion, he was almost broken and left.

The General's Mansion could no longer afford to lose more.

Shen Yuanjun saw it

Seeing the meaning in Qianyujun's eyes, he smiled and patted his junior brother's shoulder, his eyes full of comfort.

Then he continued to speak, looking at the sword raised in the air.

He also raised a hand.

"It's ...... What I took off the White Emperor. Shen Yuanjun grinned, he spread out his palm, the "scales" sticking to the center of the White Emperor's eyebrows, stained with dried blood, were held in his palm at this moment, and after being released, it was suspended in the air.

The man said in a deep voice, "He wants to kill me...... But failed. I plucked this scale from the center of his eyebrows, he was very badly injured, and the Eastern Demon Domain would be silent for a long, long, long time. ”

A thunderous sensation resounded through the Great Wall.

This is miraculous news...... Everyone knows that Shen Yuanjun is brave and fierce, and on the day he broke through Fengming Mountain, the sword and sword double saint cut off the head of the White Sea Demon Saint of the Northern Demon Domain, and directly let a Nirvana realm power kill the Ash Realm.

But no one thought that Shen Yuanjun would be able to go one-on-one with the White Emperor without suffering a loss.

Even peel off the eyebrow scales.

This news will soon spread out of the northern border and to every corner of the Great Sui.

Shen Yuanjun is the next god of war in the north, Pei Min.

......

......

After the hustle and bustle, there was silence.

The teahouse of the city lord's mansion, a separate quiet room.

Shen Yuanjun found one of the few people he could trust here.

"Shizun once told me that the Xiling Dao Sect is worthy of the general's mansion to believe...... he looked at the young pope in front of him, "I think, this is the reason why Senior Brother Xu Zang is willing to entrust all the 'fine snow' to the Dao Sect." ”

Chen Yi was wearing a white-washed robe.

He smiled softly: "Mr. Xu Zang is willing to entrust 'fine snow' to the Dao Sect, not because he can trust the Dao Sect, but because he can trust the traveling ...... You can trust me, though. ”

Beside Shen Yuanjun, Qian Yu stood silently, although his identity was exposed, he was still like a shadow at the moment, silent, quietly living in the dark.

"This 'eyebrow scale'...... I want to get rid of the elders of the Sanqing Pavilion and carefully check the Taoist canons in Xiling. Shen Yuanjun said sincerely: "The White Emperor is a pure-blooded golden-winged Dapeng bird, I don't understand why 'scales' appear on his body...... Indeed, I plucked it from his eyebrows. ”

Chen Yi looked at the scarlet scales that he pushed in front of him.

He did not refuse, but solemnly retracted it into his robe.

Chen Yi said word by word: "The situation of the Daoist Sect is complicated now, and there may be some turmoil in the future, and I have a vague tendency to lose power, but Mr. Big can rest assured...... Chen Yi will tell the elder the truth about this matter, it is a serious matter, and Xiling will not ignore it. ”

Shen Yuanjun smiled and nodded.

Chen Yi hesitated: "Mr. Big's face is ugly. ”

Shen Yuanjun said helplessly: "I just had a fight with the White Emperor. ”

The Pope pursed his lips, looked around, and made sure that there was no one around, and then he said with difficulty: "Although Chen Yi's cultivation talent is not high...... But some things are still very clear. ”

"The White Emperor, the Dragon Emperor, are the two emperors of the demon clan. Although Mr. Big's cultivation is strong, he can never be his opponent, and if he tears off a piece of 'eyebrow scales', then he must have paid a greater price. ”

He looked directly into Shen Yuanjun's eyes.

"Mr. Big's cultivation is ...... Are they all ruined?"

In the darkness, Qianyujun's heart chuckled, his pupils contracted, and he couldn't believe it.

Shen Yuanjun was silent for a long time.

He nodded slightly.