The landforms are different, the charms are diverse, and each has its own characteristics.

Now they are all reduced to wasteland, empty of hundreds of millions of miles, without any trace of life.

Only the Imperial State is located in another layer of time and space, avoiding the disaster and retaining a fire seed of the Qianyuan monk.

"Why--"

The old demon Dugu sighed deeply.

I couldn't bear to look at it, so I simply closed my eyes.

This time the loss was too great, and it was a crushing defeat.

In the sky, dark clouds were covered with heavy rains, as if the universe was crying.

"My husband, you are finally back." Xia Yufei and his girls stood on the Immortal Boat of Dunan, and were so excited that they burst into tears.

"It's good that you're fine." Qin Li's gloomy face relaxed a little: "Where are they?"

Mo Yao pointed inside: "Everyone is in the cabin world, holding a funeral."

Everyone's hearts tightened.

Hurry into the cabin and attend the funeral.

The green mountains are lingering, the clear sky is white, and all directions are full of lamentations.

Confucian immortals, demon Buddhas, demon heroes, Taoist heroes, sword heroes, and many people who died in battle, their tombs stood next to the six great ape saints.

Too many people died, and lonely graves were piled up, turning into cemeteries.

There are also many innocent people whose names are unknown, who die too hastily and can only erect tall immortal monuments, symbolizing countless fallen creatures.

"I'm late!"

Qin Li passed through the crowd, his heart heavy.

"It's good that you are safe." Both the immortals of the alchemy were wearing plain white mourning clothes.

They saw the soldiers returning and wanted to smile, but the death of the Confucians hit them so hard that they could not control their emotions and showed a smile that was even worse than crying.

“No need to force it.”

Qin Li burned incense and laid flowers for the deceased.

The old demon Dugu said sadly: "A few days ago, they were drinking with me, but they didn't expect it to be a separation, life and death are separated forever."

The Demon Lord gritted his teeth and looked gloomy: "With the qualifications of the three demon Buddhas, as long as they are given another thousand years, they will definitely be the emperor, and they will not die so depressed."

The Master held the measuring ruler in his hand and sighed and felt sad: "After all, fate is too ruthless and cannot be controlled by others. Too many people should not die."

The old monk of Buddha's cliff looked at the tombstone of the Demon Buddha, his eyes flashed with sadness, he lay on the ground, folded his hands together, and began to recite the sutra of salvation.

"We must have killed the evil Buddha with our own hands and annihilated his mark." A group of immortal saints gritted their teeth, and when they thought of the death of the Confucian immortal, they were so angry that they trembled all over.

This failure was too expensive. Although everyone didn't say it, their confidence in defiance was severely hit, and they no longer had ambitions, and they were even a little afraid of their hands and feet.

"Why!"

Chaos shook his head and sighed in his heart.

After all, you can't get rid of your destiny.

No matter how hard you struggle, you can't reverse the general trend.

There are many heroes from all over the world, but they are defeated again and again, so it is difficult to organize a large attack.
Chapter completed!