Painting of the Nine Immortals

In mid-air, Ling Xian said in a very resolute tone that the war was over and ended.

Suddenly, cheering and cheering.

Everyone was excited to the extreme and relaxed to the extreme.

Although the process is extremely difficult and too much blood has been paid, the gloom is dead, which means that the storm has subsided and there is no dispute.

Within at least a thousand years, extraterrestrial demons will not come to commit crimes.

"It's over, this long war has finally come to an end."

"Haha, brother, have you seen this battle, after all, my basalt continent has won!"

"Yeah, after more than a decade of **** fighting, the dawn has finally won."

There was so much emotion and excitement that they would inevitably feel a little bit sad.

Ling Xian also sighed softly.

Xuanwu Continent did indeed win this battle, but this victory was accumulated with blood.

The major forces were almost completely destroyed, and the three major alliances have also been maimed. Even the family of the Emperor of the Gods has lost more than half of the strong.

It is no exaggeration to say that after this battle, the Xuanwu continent has been greatly injured. If the alien again commits crimes, it only needs to dispatch a few eighth powers, which is enough to conquer them.

"The vitality is terribly hurt. Without centuries of time, there is no way to recover." The old man in Jinpao sighed.

"Fortunately, aliens have left us a thousand years." Ling Xian comforted.

"You can't believe the words of other people." The old man in Jinpao shook his head.

"It is true that the words of the aliens cannot be heard, but after this battle, the aliens must have sacrificed a lot."

"Even if you think about it, it's hard to start a war at some point."

Ling Xian smiled slightly and said, "Okay, don't think so much. What to do next ... is to celebrate the victory, to re-establish the world's confidence!"

After that, he flung his sleeves into a cup, and fell into the hands of everyone since the **** battle.

After that, an altar of fine wine emerged, under the control of Lingxian's magical power, accurately filled every wine glass.

Suddenly, the aroma overflowed and everyone was intoxicated.

At the same time, I was a little puzzled and wondered why Lingxian was so.

"Xuanwu Continent won this battle."

"This victory is hard to come by. It belongs to everyone who has been in the **** battle so far, and even belongs to those heroes who have died."

"So, I will honor each ... hero with two glasses of muddy wine!"

Ling Xian narrowed her smile, slowly glanced at everyone, then raised her glass, and said, "This first glass of wine, respect the invincible God!"

As the words fell, he leaned aside and let the fine wine spill over the ground.

When they saw this, everyone understood, and raised their glasses of wine, soaking the earth.

"The second cup, I want to honor the dead martyrs. They are glorious, great, and well-deserved heroes!"

Ling Xian waved his big sleeve, and the glass was full again. After that, he held up the glass and said in a deep voice: "May they go all the way!"

"May they go all the way!"

The crowd shouted in unison, and with pain and sorrow, they poured wine from the glass to the ground.

"The third cup, I want to respect all of you present."

"Although you are alive, you have no less achievements than dead heroes."

"All of you contributed to the victory of this battle. Each of you is a well-deserved hero."

Ling Xian's expression was so calm, she raised her glass to look at the crowd, and said in a deep voice, "May your battle spirits never die, guard the rivers and mountains!"

"The battle spirit is immortal, guard the mountains and rivers!"

They all spoke in unison, but felt that their blood was boiling and their hearts were surging.

Because, Ling Xian said that they were heroes, which moved them, and her eyes burst into confidence.

This made Jinpao the old man's eyes brightened, and he knew that Lingxian said a few words, which had regained everyone's confidence.

In other words, a tinder was left in the hearts of everyone, and one day, it will surely bloom with a blazing flame!

"Haha, come, drink this cup!"

Ling Xian laughed loudly, and deliberately drank the wine in the glass, but because he was a soul body at the moment, he could not drink, and he could only raise his hand to signal.

Everyone didn't care, they drank all the hard liquor, and suddenly, a flame appeared in their chests, causing them to cough violently.

But everyone was laughing out loud, and the joy overflowed.

"The three wine glasses have been exhausted. Next, let's enjoy our drinks without getting drunk!"

Ling Xianlang laughed, the wines flew out, and the aroma filled the world.

However, just as everyone planned to have a drink, the old man in Jinpao suddenly spoke.

"My son, you have forgotten someone, he is the most respectable person."

Hearing that, Ling Xian frowned slightly, and said, "Who?"

"This person, presumably everyone present, should be clear." The old man smiled mysteriously, making everyone stunned, and then they all laughed.

This made Ling Xian even more suspicious. He really couldn't remember who he had missed.

"This person is far in the sky and near."

"In this battle, he is so successful that he is better than the Emperor."

"Son, can't you really guess?"

The old man in Jinpao smiled mildly and looked at Ling Xian with a burning gaze.

The same goes for everyone.

This made Ling Xian realize that everything was said to him. If he couldn't react, he would be too stupid.

"It turned out that the senior referred to me."

Ling Xian shook her head and smirked, and waved her hand: "Where can I be regarded as a great master, I am better than the Emperor, and my predecessors have won prizes."

"It's no exaggeration. If it weren't for you, the Red River Valley would have been destroyed."

"If it weren't for you, Qing Yunzhen would fall."

"If it weren't for you, those demons outside the eighth realm had occupied the continent, and I wouldn't have had a chance to consolidate the emperor's avatar."

"If it wasn't for you holding back the gloom and gaining precious time for the Emperor, he would not be able to show up."

The old man in Jinpao narrowed his smile and counted the achievements of Lingxian.

This moved everyone and looked more respectfully at his eyes.

"This piece by piece, which isn't great work? How can they not be regarded as superb when added together?"

The old man in Jinpao uttered words, turned to look at the crowd, and shouted, "You said, didn't you?"

"Yes!"

The crowd hissed and exhausted, shaking nine days and ten places.

This made Lingxian pause, a warm current, filling the whole body.

"Then what shall we do next?" The old man in Jinpao sipped and raised his glass.

"Respect your son!" Everyone spoke in unison, no language appointments, and no eye contact, but they said these three words at the same time.

It is for this moment that Jingling Xian a glass of wine is the wish of each of them.

"Ha ha ha, well, what are you waiting for?"

The old man in Jinpao laughed and said, "Raise the wine glass in your hand, let's respect the boy!"

Hearing the words, everyone lifted up the wine glasses and spoke three words together.

"Respect your son!"

The words shook the earth and shook the hearts of the people, so that the creatures in the six caves stayed, unable to understand what kind of charm it was, and made these people so respectful.

Ling Xian also choked, feeling only a warm current, filling the body, flowing through the heart.

That feeling is very warm and beautiful.

It made him feel like he was running around and forgetting to die, which made sense at this moment.

"Haha, princes, stay with me if you don't get drunk!"

With a loud laugh, Ling Xian suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, his soul was already in his body.

Afterwards, he held up a pot of spirits and poured it fiercely.