Black Feather stood up silently. Li Mucheng regained his vitality, which made him happy.

"Silver Moon, you won't die. You just accompany your eldest brother to that place together. Big brother doesn't know when he will wake up, and I feel at ease if you stay by his side. ”

Walking to Yinyue's side, Hei Yu pulled out the two spears stuck in his body, hugged his body, and placed them in front of Li Mucheng together.

There were more than two thousand high-grade spirit stones in front of him. Chuanliu once gave Li Mucheng five thousand high-grade spirit stones, but because he opened the bean soldiers, he used some of them. That's all there is to it.

"Big brother, in fact, I have something to hide from you. I'm not a demon beast from the desolation, but from the undersea demon cultivation world. You don't know when you're going to wake up. The wound of the soul is not something that can be recovered in a moment. Then you go to the undersea demon cultivation realm and have some experience. When you are strong enough, the Demon Realm will be yours after all. Xiao Xitian, you will find it too. ”

After saying this, Hei Yu sat in front of Li Mucheng and looked at him blankly.

Half an hour flew by. The bronze mirror on the ground emitted a burst of light, and the cold voice appeared, reminding the black feather.

"Your hour has come. ”

"I know. Black Feather nodded. He stood up, and in an instant, his hands danced rapidly.

A black robe hunted, and his body gradually suspended between heaven and earth. Suddenly, more than 2,000 high-grade spirit stones under his feet suddenly exploded, and the aura produced turned into a strong whirlpool and rose in the air.

The center of the whirlpool is where the black feather is. He lowered his head and looked at Li Mucheng, a trace of reluctance flashed in his eyes.

"Big brother, goodbye ......"

The body exploded. The powder floated in the air and slowly fell. Some of them even fell on Li Mucheng and Yinyue.

The light of the explosion gradually dimmed. Just where Black Feather was originally located, a dark wormhole suddenly appeared. The edge of the wormhole rolls, shrinking by the moment. And at this moment, the bodies of Li Mucheng and Yinyue were catalyzed by some kind of force and floated towards the wormhole.

The light flashed, and the wormhole turned into a black dot and disappeared into the void.

Boundless bloodshed, remnants of the defeated army. All that was left was the broken banner still hanging with blood, fluttering in the wind.

......

Time is like a shuttle, the sun and the moon are like arrows.

Two months later......

"Your Majesty the Demon Emperor, died in battle on the outskirts of the Flood Wilderness. The five princes rebelled, but for the sake of his sudden awakening, he blew himself up and killed the enemy, retained his name, and ranked in the ancestral shrine. ”

"The Seventh Prince ascended the throne as the new Demon Emperor. ”

Bloody Building.

Dressed in a majestic red dragon robe, Chuan Ling sat on the dragon chair and looked condescendingly at the few people below.

"Feng Qingxiao, have you counted the damage of the Immortal Demon War?"

"Your Majesty, the last general has already been counted. Feng Qingxiao knelt down on one knee and handed over a copy of the fold, "In this immortal and demon war, more than 1.2 million people died in my demon realm and more than 2.7 million enemies were killed. Among the leaders of the Yuan Infant Period, Feiluan, Feng Yu, Yang Pengpai, Peng Tian, Chen Xiuyuan, Meng Rui, Changsun Hanyin, Lei Ban, Xie Jingyi, Wang Luoge, Jing Rui, Sedum, and Dongfang Picture Scroll sacrificed their lives for the Demon Realm, and the other commanders were all injured to varying degrees. ”

"Hmmm......"

Chuan Ling sighed, "We know in our hearts that this war, if there is no Li Mucheng, we will never be able to win." ”

"Hey......"

Speaking of Li Mucheng, a trace of gloom flashed in Feng Qingxiao's eyes. "It's a pity that he was finally attacked and killed by the Yuan Infant Commander of the Immortal Clan, and his soul was scattered. Even the body is nowhere to be found. His brother Black Feather is missing, and Silver Moon is killed in battle. At the end of the day, we're really sorry for these three brothers. ”

Chuan Ling nodded, "We killed more than 2.7 million enemies, but among these 2.7 million people, there are 2 million, if there is no Li Mucheng, we can't kill it, and we won't be able to win this victory." Now, I just hope that Mu Shuai is okay. If he were still alive, I would rather give up the position of the Demon Emperor. ”

"Don't say that. Although Mu Shuai has the credit of shocking the world, the position of the Demon Emperor cannot be granted. A minister heard what Kawa Ling said and hurriedly said. But when he finished speaking and raised his head, he suddenly found that everyone here was looking at him with bad intentions.

He looked left and right, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and hurriedly retreated.

"Amitabha, Your Majesty mourns. People can't be resurrected after death, but I believe that Lord Li will come back. ”

Xie Gu Buddha Ji Yan. ”

Chuan Ling stood up on the dragon chair and bowed slightly towards the Burning Lamp Ancient Buddha.

"Don't dare to be, don't dare to be. ”

The ancient Buddha still had that amiable smile on his face, he shook his head with a smile and waved his hand towards Chuan Ling. "Lao Gu still has important things to do in Mount Meru, and he has been staying in the Demon Realm for more than two months. I'm going to get up tomorrow and rush to Mount Meru. ”

"Hmm. Chuan Ling nodded, "Tonight, in the Blood Building, a feast will be held at the next meeting to see off the ancient Buddha." ”

"Not necessarily. The ancient Buddha shook his head with a smile, "You and I are both human races, and working together to fight against foreign races is a matter of duty, and there is no need to say thank you." If Your Majesty has no other trivial matters, then the monk will not disturb Your Majesty to deal with the situation of the Demon Realm. ”

"The ancient Buddha walked slowly. ”

The ancient Buddha slowly retreated. After he left, there was silence in the Bloody Building. Everyone seemed to be in unison, mourning for Li Mucheng.

Although Li Mucheng was only a monk in the void period before, his leadership ability, his strength, and all his practices were seen by everyone. No one thinks of him as an ant in the void of a hole. At the moment of victory in the battle of immortals and demons, in everyone's hearts, Li Mucheng was like a god's mansion.

It's just that God also has a day when it falls.

They knew that without Li Mucheng, there would be no New Demon Realm.

......

On this day, in the new demon world, everyone knew a person's name, and that was Li Mucheng.

A small stall on the side of the street, this is a teahouse, and business is booming. Many dignitaries and demon cultivators will come here to drink tea in their spare time.

At a square table, two youths and a teenager were sitting.

"Have you heard? The victory in this immortal and demon war all depended on a monk named Li Mucheng. Without him, we would all have died. ”

"The name Li Mucheng, I'm afraid there is no one in the entire demon world who doesn't know. Another young man pouted and said. "I'll tell you a secret, Mu Shuai, not a person!"

"Huh?" said both the teenager and the youth, a little surprised, "and what is he?"

"He's God!"

This answer attracted the eyes of the two people. After a moment of silence, the young man suddenly stood up with cheers, "When I grow up, I must become a big man like Mu Shuai." ”

"Cut, just you?"

There were disdainful glances from the two youths.

"Okay, okay, don't make trouble, let's go, it's time. If we don't go back, my dad will find out that we have sneaked out and will beat us again. ”

With that, the three of them hurriedly got up and left. After the three of them left, a table that they had blocked was revealed.

At the table, there was only one person. The man was dressed in a tawny robe and had a beard. The hair stood high on the back of his head, but there was a little silver hair mixed in the hair.

There was an endless gloom in his pupils.

Two white-robed monks walked up to the middle-aged man and tapped lightly on the table, waking him up in silence.

"Mo Beifeng, let's go. ”

"Got it, Yuege, Lord Leng, you go first, I'll come right away. ”