The blood dissipated, skeletons vanished, and the mad demon soul sank into the ground.

As the demon god and the four overlords rushed out of the Demon God Mountain, the bloody battle stopped, and the surviving immortals, alien beasts, and ancient relics powerhouses all collapsed to the ground, breathing in the bloody air and enjoying the joy of surviving.

"It's over!"

After experiencing death, you will cherish life, this kind of desperate bloody battle, almost suffocating, unable to think, and even wonder if you are dead, after the war, you can feel that you are still alive.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill ......"

A man with a demonic aura wielding a long sword, his eyes were blood-red, his cloak was emanated, the demonic flames were monstrous, and he was covered in blood, like a mad demon, it was Lu Dongbin who had fallen into the demon.

Tie Guan Li, Han Zhongli, Zhang Guolao, and Uncle Cao Guo restrained him, if it weren't for Lu Dongbin, who only knew brute force after entering the demon and didn't hurt them, he really couldn't restrain Lu Dongbin, who was a demon and could fight the golden immortal.

Han Xiangzi sat next to the corpses of Lan Caihe and He Xiangu, distributing shawls and covered in blood.

"Han Xiangzi, quickly wake up Lu Dongbin with your flute sound! Lan Caihe and He Xiangu still have a chance to be reincarnated!" Han Zhongli saw that Han Xiangzi was lost and depressed, and let out a loud shout, containing the sound of enlightenment, which woke Han Xiangzi from his state of trance.

Han Xiangzi was sober, saw Lu Dongbin in a demon, put the flute to his mouth, and the sound of the flute sounded.

Han Xiangzi's flute sound was peaceful, the ethereal voice was far away, with a hint of sadness, echoing in the Gods and Demons Mountain, everyone who heard the flute closed their eyes slightly, and even Lu Dongbin, who was struggling violently, gradually stopped, and a trace of brilliance appeared in his blood-red eyes.

The sound of the flute in the quiet night comes from an open heart, melodious and fluttering, lingering with infinite reverie and longing. Slowly ascending.

Ascending into the deep sky with stars and bright moons, dancing gracefully and lightly with the clouds, like the noise of heaven and earth turned into a splendid tapestry, a silent spiritual scroll, a fresh and mysterious heavenly sound......

The sound of heaven dispelled the blood clouds, dispelled the haze, and dispelled Lu Dongbin's demons.

Lu Dongbin, who had woken up, lay on the ground, quietly looking at the dark sky, as if in front of him, and could not see the light. It was dark, and two of the eight immortals died, one of them was his good brother, and the other was his confidante.

Han Xiangzi's flute sound was melodious, and the notes flew over thousands of rivers and mountains, lingering in the night after this fierce battle, everyone listened to the flute quietly, even those brutal beasts, and they all licked their wounds. With their ears pricked up, there were also strange beasts lying next to the dead strange beasts, accompanying these former friends to complete the last journey.

It was a sad night!

Sun Wukong lies on a stone bed. The huge wound was cracked and bleeding blood, even the elixir and the fairy grass were useless, it was the knife qi that the skeleton split into Sun Wukong's body. Only by dispersing these knife qi can the wound heal.

Sun Wukong's breath was so weak that even his heart stopped beating. Only on the chest, there is still a little bit of light shining, like a candle flame blown by the wind in the dark, disappearing from time to time, and there is a possibility of extinguishing at any time.

It was a seven-star soul lamp, once the seven-star soul lamp went out, it also meant that Sun Wukong died, Yang Jian, Ning Wuji, and Nezha were silent and sat aside.

Could it be that the Monkey King, who is lawless, dares to bet with the Buddha, dares to shout with the Jade Emperor, and dares to fight with the gods and Buddhas in the sky, is about to die?

For Yang Jian and Nezha, Sun Wukong is both an opponent and a friend, and the love between them is fought, maybe after leaving, they will fight because of their position, but at this time, they are still sad, is a close friend going to die?

Outside the cave, a figure walked in, with a burly body and loose hair, it was the criminal communist of the Xingtian tribe, during the battle of the God and Demon Mountain, Ning Wuqian found the hiding place of these remnants, and after settling Xiong Shanjun, Zhao Wan'er, and Xiao Luo, he rushed towards the Demon God Mountain.

"This is the holy medicine in the clan, which can maintain his vitality, grandpa said, even if it is the reward for this battle, in two days, that passage can be opened!"

The criminal party held a brocade box, opened it, and the crystal light inside shone brightly, and the thick breath of life diffused out, it was a blackened He Shou Wu, which fell into Sun Wukong's chest and blended into it, and the seven-star soul lamp shone brightly, but it dimmed.

Yang Jian, Nezha, and Ning Wujian have no good impression of these remnants of the tribe, and too many people have died in this battle, and there are only more than 30 outsiders who really survived, including those who were injured.

Even those outsiders who did not have the strength to participate in the war became the target of the hunting of the demon souls of the four directions, and without the protection of the strong, these monks could not resist the demon souls at all, and almost all of them were killed, and only a few survived.

And these tribal remnants except for a few dead priests and more than a dozen clan powerhouses, ordinary clansmen have completely survived, obviously, those monks with low strength have become bait, if it weren't for Ning Wuqian to keep an eye on it, Zhao Wan'er and Xiong Shanjun would not have died!

"If you need any help, just say it!" The criminal party was ashamed, they did this, it was indeed inhumane, but it was also for survival, in order to survive, so after the war, these injured outsiders were all healed by them as much as possible, and even provided holy medicine!

"You go out first, I'll call you if necessary!"

Ning Wuqian glanced at him, if these remnants were ruthless, it was possible to kill them all in order not to reveal the secrets here, but these remnants did not kill them all after the war, it was already considered merciful.

However, these remnants made a rational decision, when Ning Wujian found them, he arranged a thunderbolt formation around them, once there was a backlash after the war, Ning Wujian could use the lives of these remnants to threaten them, alive, and die together!

The criminal communist nodded and walked out.

"I believe that he will not die, how could the Monkey King Monkey King Monkey King in Huaguo Mountain Water Curtain Cave die like this?" Yang Jian stood up and said lightly, "If he dies like this, then he is not worthy of being my Yang Jian's opponent." ”

Yang Jian walked out of the city.

Nezha glanced at Yang Jian's back, "This monkey has a great fortune, the Buddha can't accept him, how dare the king of the underworld accept him, if he makes trouble in the underworld again, it will be interesting!"

"It seems like we're in hell, how can he die in hell?" Nezha muttered to himself.

Ning Wujian looked at Sun Wukong and shook his head slightly, Sun Wukong was not only physically injured, but also his soul was split in half, which is fatal, even the holy medicine cannot protect the soul, once the soul is scattered, where can the underworld come from, can only completely disappear between heaven and earth, and there is no such person.

Perhaps, only he can save him!, Ning Wujian thought to himself. (To be continued......)