Misery: my feet step out of the flames of war

After breaking through the Tulu formation, the body of the one-page book has been refined by the power of evil and darkness, and has reached the stage of great perfection.

Although he had a name in the Demon Swallowing Fudo City, Su Huanzhen never let him go into battle. After Fudo City was disbanded, the book could not be hidden.

Stars appear in the daytime, their rays of light are dazzling.

I stared at a page of the book for a moment, not knowing who or what this star belonged to, but I still closed my eyes and fell into concentration.

Suddenly, the clouds turned and the mist surged, the beacon fire cleared the way, and the entire Yundu Mountain was dyed with a strange layer of blood red.

Just as the sky was full of murderous intent, a man with a sword in his chest appeared out of thin air and ran wildly towards the lotus platform.

"Murderous, huh?"

A page opens the eyes again.

The man pulled out the sword from his chest, and blood-red evil energy rushed out.

"Who are you?"

The swordsman never spoke, and wherever the sword touched, there was a scorched earth, leaving not a single blade of grass.

The holy energy on the sword, the evil power in the sword, the blending of good and evil surprised Yi Yishu. He put a fly whisk in his hand and waved his palm to face the light of the sword.

After a few tests, Yi Yishu could tell that the opponent in front of him had extraordinary sword skills, and the sword he used had great power, but this person's mind seemed unclear.

"kill!"

The swordsman's frantic demeanor, fierce swordsmanship, and compelling killing intent created a strong sense of oppression that made Yi Yishu frown slightly.

"The controller is really hateful, the shackles of the Buddha's words!"

The holy light flickered, and the Buddha's aura was awe-inspiring. Yundu Mountain was suddenly covered with Boruo Sanskrit characters. The Buddha's words were pressed down and turned into solemn shackles, tightly wrapping the swordsman.

Immediately, the Buddha's energy entered along the wound on the swordsman's chest, washing away the evil energy in his body.

"what!"

The swordsman screamed in pain, but he saw the holy sword in his hand spin, and suddenly a dazzling white light appeared. A hole in space suddenly appeared in the white light, and the swordsman was pulled into it.

After the smoke and dust cleared, all that was left was the ruins.

A page of the book looked at the mass of evil power left from the swordsman's chest. Although it was a small mass, it was filled with heavy blood.

"It's the power of blood and darkness. It seems that someone wants Brahma to enter the world."

Run, run, run, run all the way.

The swordsman who was defeated by a one-page book ran towards the Qinglao Mountain deep in his memory until his eyes were filled with desolation.

The cold wind blew, leaving dead branches and grass, and a few dead bones.

He knelt down in the ruins and vaguely heard the cries of children and a voice that frightened him extremely:

"Give me back the sword!"

"Give me back my sword!"

"Woooooooo..."

"Don't cry! Don't cry!"

"what!"

"Huo'er, forgive me, forgive me, dad didn't mean it!"

The chaotic sounds rang out, gradually swallowing up the swordsman's sanity. The memory fragments in his mind were the only clues for him to piece together his story, but they were like a delayed execution.

The fragments are horns, and the memories are knives. Each piece drips blood from the bones and cuts the marrow of the heart.

Finally unable to bear it, the swordsman raised his sword and pierced his chest again. The pain subsided, the memories disappeared, and everything went blank again...

Not long after the swordsman left, Mo Qingchi came to Qinglao Mountain, and saw the desolation that had long been deserted.

"It seems that Qinglao Mountain has been uninhabited for a long time, but the footprints here seem to have been left recently. Could it be a single-front criminal?"

The five days given by Confucianism are up. If Shan Feng cannot be brought back, he will not be able to get rid of the suspicion for no reason.

Mo Qingchi followed the footprints.

Compared to the Qinglao Mountain Realm, the situation in the Shouyu lineage was even more desolate. Luo Hou's palm before leaving caused the seven peaks of the North Sky to collapse, and many elves were crushed in the rocks.

Huang Yanggeng took the uninjured elf to rescue people overnight.

Ni Shenyang sat motionless among the rocks, from the dark night until dawn.

The day finally dawned.

A little elf walked softly to Ni Shen Yang, and called out with a little fear: "Yang Shen?"

"Spica, what's the matter?"

The shock of the tragic deaths of his clan members, coupled with the damage to his Qihai, made this proud Lord of the Hunting Universe no longer live up to his former arrogance.

He was half leaning and half lying in the pile of rocks, looking particularly depressed.

"Yang God, Spica's life was created by you and saved by you. I shouldn't disobey you, but I have something to say to Yang God."

"Ok?"

Jiao Xueer plucked up the courage and said: "Although I am a hostage in Tiandu, Lord Wu has not restricted my freedom. During these days in Tiandu, I feel that Lord Wu is a very good person. Those people in Tiandu Very nice people too.”

"Spica!"

"Spicaea'er doesn't understand why Yang God wants to massacre both humans and demons, but I heard that Lord Wu once protected the Hundred Demons Road in Qiushan, and also laid down the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Demons Prison for all the demons to live in. I believe that the elves and demons Tiandu can also live in peace."

Ni Shenyang's anger surged: "You are speaking for your enemy!"

Spica raised his head stubbornly: "It was our hunter who massacred the humans first! The humans took revenge on the elves, and the elves took revenge on the humans. Oh God, there are not as many elves as there are humans. If we keep fighting, we elves will soon be extinct." .”

"Did Luohu teach you these words?"

"No, it was the young prince from Black Sea Prison who casually told me. He and I became friends."

"You speak for humans and become friends with demons, ha..."

Ni Shenyang wanted to laugh, but couldn't.

"Suiyu said that the real king is to let the people live well. Suiyu's grandfather and father both let the people fight. The demons in the Black Sea Forest Prison are almost dead. Yangshen, if we continue to fight, the elves will also die. Yes!" Staring at Spica who was trembling with excitement or fear, Ni Shenyang's heart was severely hammered.

Although Ni Shenyang didn't want to admit it, he knew that Spica was right. The number of elves was not as large as that of humans. The result of the continuous war was that the elven race completely disappeared from this world.

Silent for a long time.

Ni Shenyang spoke with difficulty: "Spica, thank you for coming to say this to me. I promise you that Kariyu will never go to war with humans again."

"Great! I'll go tell my brother!"

Looking at Jiao Xue'er's back running away happily, Ni Shenyang's heart became even heavier.

The world of elves is not so united and friendly. When the fourth lineage was still fighting outside, the three lines left behind had already established their own territory, without caring about life and death outside.

The three beast-veined elves, Mo Shichen, Sophora Ghost, and Ye Fei, were stuck in the cracks of the seal because of this.

Ni Shen Yang could not forget Yue Lian's death. Four of the seven elven masters called for Yue Lian's death. Except for the two votes from Master Tianzhi and War God Ni, the other two votes came from the remaining three lines.

Although my hometown is good, is there a place to stay?
The moment of decision has come.

"The entire Kariyu lineage has returned to the elves."

"Yangshen you?"

"If I don't go back, you can still coexist peacefully with the three remaining lines. If I go back, I'm afraid it will bring war within the various lines of elves again. I made a mistake once, and I don't want to make a mistake a second time."

Huang Genggri choked and knelt down: "God Yang, we only want to live and die with you!"

"I would like to live and die together with Yang God!"

"I would like to live and die together with Yang God!"

The few members of the Shouyu tribe, whether intact or injured, all knelt down.

Ni Shenyang looked at the tribesmen he had created. Perhaps they were related by blood. He could feel the determination of each of them to dedicate their lives to him, but he would not let them lose their lives again.

To mankind, he owes a blood debt.

He also owes a blood debt to his clan members.

The blood debt must be paid with his blood.

Lord Tianzhi still maintains the image of Amber, with War God Ni clinging tightly to her, followed by the panicked Mo Shichen and the other three.

"Yang Shen, I'm so sorry. I never thought that the Dark Blood Disaster Map would bring such trouble to Shouyu."

"It has nothing to do with you. Without the bloody disaster map, people in distress would come to take revenge. Where do you want to go?"

Anger flashed in Lord Tianzhi's eyes: "The whole army of the Forbidden City has been annihilated, but the hatred of the Demon King of the Nether Realm for burning the city and the humiliation of the father of Hua Huan being imprisoned, I will definitely take back!"

"I see."

"Yang Shen, at least you still have your clan members. I have nothing left. Revenge is my only wish."

"Take care of yourself."

"Please."

Master Tianwei took the God of War Ni and three beast-veined elves away. For a person whose grief was greater than her death, hatred was the driving force for her to live.

Ni Shenyang stood up and walked towards the forbidden area of ​​Daming Realm deep in Shou Yu.

"Yangshen?"

Huang Yanggengri was anxious to follow.

"The Seven Peaks of the North Sky are places of misery. Before I leave, I want to awaken the three deities. They should not sleep here alone."

Perhaps coming here for the last time, Ni Shenyang destroyed the remaining elven forbidden energy and injected it into the realm of Ming Dynasty.

"The ancient gods of the prehistoric times, their wings cover the nine heavens; they nurture all things, and the hunting universe appears. Although the holy body is decayed, the holy spirit is immortal; the sky is long, spreading the blood of our clan."

The Yuan Gong penetrates the sky, the energy shines brightly, and among the stars, three shocking breaths slowly wake up.

"Snow Lord, Purple Concubine, Jing Lei Zun, you slept with me in the past, but now I use forbidden energy to wake you up, and return to your homeland with our people."

Immediately, three figures bathed in the clear waves of the galaxy and landed in the Ming Dynasty.

"Leaning on a knife and lying alone in the cold frost, laughing and watching the youth fade away. The only thing in a hundred scenes is the wind and snow, love him Feibai love him cold."

"Ziwei is deeply locked in the nine gates, and the clear light shines on the universe. The cold front dances to break life and death, and the hook Chen Jian shines cold."

"The thunder roared in anger, and the fists struck down the eight desolate beings, but I was the only one who was shocked."

"Huang Yang Yaoxue, Huang Yang Ziwei, Huang Yang Jingting, pay their respects to my lord Yang Shen!"

Delighted to see the three gods coming, Ni Shen Yang had a smile on his face, and in the blink of an eye he vomited Zhu Hong again. After the last forbidden energy was forced out, his body was almost completely destroyed.

"Yangshen!"

Ni Shenyang waved his hand to stop the three inquiries: "Geng Rizi will explain to you what happened in Shou Yu. At this moment, I order you to escort the Shou Yu lineage back to the elves."

Sudden awakening and sudden command, although the three saints didn't know what happened, they still bowed and responded:

"We obey orders."

Huang Yangxuejue and Ni Shen Yang had a close relationship. After obeying the order, he asked again: "Boss, after escorting Shou Yu back to the elven world, I will come out to find you."

Ni Shenyang suppressed the sadness in his heart and responded to Xue Jue: "Okay, Jiao Xue'er obeys the order!"

"Yes."

"As a member of the hunting royal family, you have a deep benevolence. I hereby make it clear that I want you to lead your people to stay away from war and bloodshed and live in peace. Can you do it?"

Tears rolled out of Spica's eyes, and he knelt down and promised: "I can do it."

"Very good. From today on, you are Emperor Shouyu Yang, Emperor Spica."

"Huang Yang Spica will live up to the trust of Yang God!"

"To be a virtuous king of peace, don't be like me and trap the people in water and fire. Go ahead."

The journey has been long, we say goodbye to each other, and the strong wind sends us thousands of miles across the mountains. From now on, we will never see each other again. (End of chapter)