Immortal and Demon Cultivation

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Li Ziye refused to leave, and the storyteller couldn't do anything about her.

In the end, he had to acquiesce.

In fact, it would be best if Li Ziye could really give up her plan and fully assist Ye Xiaochuan.

Xu Tiandi left the Huangtian organization because he was worried that Li Ziye would lose control.

Now Li Ziye is developing towards the best result expected by Xu Tiandi and the storyteller.

However, the storyteller couldn't completely believe Li Ziye.

After all, Li Ziye even deceived the evil god back then.

This is an out-and-out movie emperor, and his acting skills are not ordinary.

At least now the storyteller can't be sure whether Li Ziye has really changed or is pretending to achieve her goal.

Li Ziye asked the storyteller about the news from the Poison Dragon Valley.

The storyteller told him the results of his investigation this time.

After listening, Li Ziye sighed.

"Ye Xiaochuan's methods are much better than Xiao Xie's back then. After just two or three hours back to the human world, he has manipulated 70,000 monks in the heavens. He is really the nemesis of the heavens."

The storyteller grinned and said, "I told you a long time ago that he is the son of heaven. Only he can lead the human world to win the victory of this catastrophe, and only he can restore the order of the three realms."

Li Ziye's eyes were a little blurred and he was silent.

After a while, the storyteller said, "I will leave Yangzhou with Fan Tong early tomorrow morning. What are your plans?"

Li Ziye looked at the starry sky and said with some disinterest, "No plans, just take it one step at a time. By the way, where are you going?"

The storyteller said, "To Cangyun."

He looked to the west, as if something big was about to happen in Cangyun Mountain.

Li Ziye said, "Cangyun? My hometown. Okay, I'll go to Cangyun with you."

The storyteller said, "Miss Ye, this won't work. I'm an old man and you're a young lady. If we go together, people will gossip about us!"

Li Ziye rolled her eyes at her and said, "In terms of seniority, I'm much older than you. According to the rules of the sect, you have to listen to me.

Besides, I'm not afraid of ruining my reputation, so what should you, a fat old man, be afraid of?

It's not that I look down on you, but with your physical condition, you can't lift a spear anymore."

The storyteller blushed. He wanted to argue that when he was young, he was like his dead master, laughing and invincible.

The words came to his lips, but he swallowed them back.

Arguing with Li Ziye that he was still vigorous, and in the middle of the night in the deserted mountains, he always felt something was wrong.

The next day, early morning.

The storyteller rode on a rice bucket and walked onto the wilderness ancient road. Li Ziye, dressed in white, wearing a wide bamboo hat and holding a dogtail grass in his mouth, followed behind slowly.

The two did not speak along the way, just like acquaintances who were strangers.

Gradually, people migrating southward appeared on the ancient road.

Most of them were ragged refugees, carrying heavy packages or pushing carts. Everyone looked numb and had empty eyes, as if they were bodies without souls.

They just instinctively headed southward.

On both sides of the ancient road, looted corpses can be seen from time to time.

The time of death was different. Some had died for several months, leaving only a pile of bones. Some had just died, and their relatives were still crying beside them.

Starving people were everywhere, corpses were everywhere, and people were eating their own children. This was happening all over the world, not just in Yangzhou.

The storyteller looked at this tragedy and sighed in his heart.

Of course, there were also lucky ones.

Yuan Xiaolou was not around.

Otherwise, the kind little girl would have cried a lot.

After passing through another group of refugees, Li Ziye finally spoke, "Old man, what do you think those supreme masters in the three realms are fighting for?

The world has become like this, even if they get the world, what can they do?"

The storyteller was silent for a long time, and then said something that Li Ziye couldn't understand.

"If you want the happiness of civilization, you have to experience the pain of civilization."

Li Ziye said: "Is fighting just to make the people happy? In my opinion, if you want the people to be happy and want civilization to develop, you can only build a new world and a new country.

This world is rotten, and people's hearts are rotten, and it can't be saved."

The storyteller glanced at her and didn't speak again.

He realized that Li Ziye still hadn't woken up from the eternal kingdom in her heart.

Southern Xinjiang, Tianhuo Dong.

The war ended the day before yesterday, and the people of the five tribes in southern Xinjiang and the four corpse-driving families in western Hunan did not leave.

However, they drove the 30,000 sword immortals of the righteous path of the human world entrenched in the north of Tianhuodong to Yulong Village on the edge of Shiwan Mountain.

Through the battle the day before yesterday, the leaders of the five tribes in southern Xinjiang completely saw the ugly faces of these righteous sword immortals.

Cangyunmen only wanted to use the Pluto Flag to treat the five tribes in southern Xinjiang as pawns, and would not care about the life and death of the five tribes in southern Xinjiang.

This made the leaders of the five tribes very disappointed.

Gesang and others held a sacrifice in Tianhuodong to commemorate the tribesmen who died in the battle.

The whole Tianhuodong was full of white-robed wizards and corpse-driving craftsmen. They looked sad and watched the bodies of their companions thrown into the fire one by one.

Suddenly, there was a wave above Tianhuodong.

Immediately afterwards, a dark blue pagoda tore through space and appeared above Tianhuodong without any warning.

The pagoda door opened, and a group of senior officials from the Ghost Xuan Sect, including Ye Xiaochuan, Yun Qiyou, Wang Keke, Shang Yongye, Tianyu Pili, Qianye Shengjun, Black Mountain Old Demon, A Chitong and others, came out.

When Gesang and others saw Ye Xiaochuan, they immediately stepped forward to greet him.

"Master Ye!"

Gesang's heavy expression finally revealed a smile.

More than ten years have passed, and Gesang can speak the Chinese language very fluently, and there is no trace that she is a foreigner.

Most of the hundreds of white-robed wizards gathered in front of Ye Xiaochuan were known to him, and they were all brothers who had experienced countless life and death hardships with him.

Ye Xiaochuan said hoarsely: "Gelsang, I'm sorry, I came back late."

Gesang tried hard to suppress the tears in his eyes and prevent them from falling.

She shook her head slowly and said: "No, Mr. Ye, you came back just in time. Although in this battle, nearly 20,000 people from our five tribes in southern Xinjiang and the four major families in western Hunan died.

But the Battle of Poison Dragon Valley resulted in an unprecedented victory. Our sacrifice is worth it. "

The white-robed wizards and corpse exorcists all around nodded.

They had no complaints about Ye Xiaochuan's sudden transfer of 220,000 monks the day before yesterday.

The five ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang are a nation that knows how to sacrifice.

There are millions of old, weak, sick and disabled people in their clan. In order to save some rations for the young men, when the cold winter came last year, they all chose to hang themselves in the ancient mountains where they were born and raised, so as to become one with the mountain gods.

The day before yesterday, the five tribes in Southern Xinjiang were used as bait to allow Ye Xiaochuan to achieve a great victory in the Poison Dragon Valley. From the chiefs to the ordinary tribesmen, all the five tribes in Southern Xinjiang were proud of this battle, and no one hated Ye Xiaochuan. Seeing the unyielding and unrepentant expressions on the faces of these people, Ye Xiaochuan felt even more ashamed.