People are in the original god, telling a book

The Yasha clan is Liyue fairy beast.Most of them are militant by nature, and their power is extraordinary. After the ancient war, they were given the title of "Dharma Protector" by the Emperor Yanwang, which means: "Kill to protect the Dharma".

Among them, there are five strongest yakshas, ​​known as [Xianzhong Yasha], and they are the generals under the emperor's seat.

They eliminated a lot of hardships and rescued countless people in the years of fighting and fighting.
Up to now, the Yasha clan has disappeared, and among the five strongest [Immortal Yashas], only one is left, the Great Sage of Conquering Demons, still surviving in the world.

Originally, the purpose of Mandrill's trip was to find the trace of the last missing person, but he never expected to encounter a more urgent incident, so he put it aside for the time being.

but now.
Although many years have passed and things have changed, the purple mask has never disappeared from Mandrill's memory.

That is the mark of the glorious Marshal Teng Snake, it is the mark of the proud Thunder Yaksha on the battlefield, and it is also the mark that the immortal Yaksha named [Floating She] is proud of.

But it's broken now.

And it was found by this strange human being in front of him
does that mean
At the same time, Xiu Ji also spoke.

The voice was soft, like a ghost whispering, slowly permeating through the power of dirty karma.

"Immortal Liyue, you should remember this thing. After all, the [owner] of this imprint has been chanting your name at the last moment."

"Let me think."

Chi-

Unknowingly, Xiu Ji's figure became unreal, and he actually passed through the power of karma and came in front of Mandrill.

Mandrill didn't know it, his eyes seemed to be locked on this mask.

The silver spear exuded a strange light, dyeing Mandrill's golden hole with a hint of silver gray, and the wind elements flying around became weaker and weaker.

"Your name is Yingda?"

Almost at the moment when the words sounded, Xiu Ji waved his hand, and a piece of fiery red clothes corrupted by time appeared beside the mask.

A few words were indistinctly engraved on it - [General Fire Rat].

This is the token left by Yingda, before she completely fell into madness.

Mandrill stared blankly at the fragments in front of him, there seemed to be residual flames burning on them, just like that lively old friend.

She should have died long ago
"Or maybe you're called Mi Nu?"

Soon, the ghostly tone reappeared, again, this time accompanied by a dark golden broken gem.

The core of the incomplete gem has beautiful and elegant lines, which is the imprint of [General Heart Ape].

Almost at the same time, the voice sounded again.

"Oh maybe, you might also be called Fa Nan?"

The next moment, a light blue petal appeared next to the dark golden gemstone.With the passage of time, the petal is about to wither, but there is still water flowing on it, which seems to be describing the unwillingness of its owner.

The gentle and gentle Yaksha of the immortals——【General Luojuan】.

At this moment, the tokens of the four old friends all appeared in front of them, and the thoughts and emotions contained in them were unreservedly vented.

as if
Those four old friends appeared in front of Mandrill, and extended their hands to him as usual.

【Jin Peng, what are you still doing here?We didn't prepare dinner for you! 】

The disheveled Fu She laughed and spoke, and the incomparably majestic Grand Marshal on the battlefield teased his friends like ordinary people.

【Brother, you should put on your clothes. Jinpeng, don’t go to sleep either. How about going shopping in the market today? 】

With an incomparably calm voice, exquisitely dressed, and elegant demeanor, Mi Nu spoke angrily.

【Brother Fushe, why don't you wipe off the scribbles on Jinpeng's face first】

The soft voice is as clear as a water bell, this is the most gentle voice speaking.

【do not!I think it's very pretty, isn't it Jinpeng? 】

Lively voice, this is Yingda, a guy who seems to be always alive.

So, who are they calling at this time?
Jinpeng
The silver brilliance has completely wrapped Mandrill in it, and Mandrill's golden hole has been covered with silver gray.

"I"

Mandrill stretched out his hand tremblingly, trying to grab the old friend in front of him, but no matter how hard he tried, there always seemed to be a certain distance between them.

That short distance, which seems to be only a few meters away, is like a moat at this time.

This side and the other side are already strangers and cannot intersect.

At this moment, Xiu Ji's voice sounded again, this time it seemed to be close to the soul, sounding from the depths of the heart.

"or."

"Come and tell me, Yasha Immortal"

"Your name, your pride, everything you have believed in for thousands of years."

The last few have passed away, and he is the only surviving celestial yaksha.

So far, there is no blood link.

He is the loneliest existence here.

"My name."

Card--

However, before Mandrill could say it, a deep aura suddenly surged from the outside world.

That is
The moment he felt this breath, Mandrill understood what it was.

Demon Residue
It is something he has fought against for thousands of years. No, it is not only him, it is something that all Yasha immortals have fought against together.

But how could such a thing appear at this time.
Mandrill's expression was originally puzzled, but in the next second, he understood.

——Because these demon god remnants came for his old friend.

The black demon god filthy clings to the token left by an old friend.

The dark golden gemstones were dyed black, and the light blue petals were decayed and withered, but the resentment of the demon god between the two was attracting each other.In the end, resentment led them to collide, and the two dilapidated tokens were destroyed without leaving a trace of smoke.

The fiery red fragments were covered by resentment, and the galloping flame stopped, losing its original vitality forever.

In the end, the demon god's resentment focused on the purple mask.

They rushed towards the mask overwhelmingly, as if they were excited to destroy this most powerful and tenacious soul.
Ding--

They stopped.

The pure wind element covered the mask, forming an unbreakable shield.

——Drill made his move.

Resentment of Demon God Residue
Back then, he couldn't stop all this, he could only watch three old friends die because of this.

Today, he is still unable to stop all this, and can only watch the tokens of these three old friends being corroded.

But
He can protect the token of Fushe, which is what he can do now.

No matter how much effort you put in, it's worth it.
Chi-

In just the next second, the silver light completely eroded the young immortal's body.

"General Jinpeng, Great Sage Conquering Demons"

"Or [Drill]."

"I remember your name."

Behind Mandrill, Xiu Ji's figure gradually solidified, holding the handle of the gun.

His expression was extremely indifferent, and there seemed to be no emotional fluctuations on that face.