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Chapter 49 Finale(2/2)

When Huan Chang became a holy realm, all the warriors in Jiuzhou felt shocked in their hearts, but Huan Chang seemed to feel something. He looked at Qi Xiaoke who was always by his side and sighed slightly.

Huan Chang ended the Huashan sword contest and forbidden all warriors from the Transcendent Realm to participate in the war.

Faced with the power of the Saint-level Huan Chang, no one dared to disobey this order. Jiuzhou, which had already been bloody, fell into a brief calm again.

Huan Chang first visited all his friends, and then took Qi Xiaoke to Jiuzhou and outside the border, experiencing the charm brought by the world.

One day, Huan Chang left Qi Xiaoke quietly and came to the top of Mount Hua alone.

"Life and death are inherently reincarnated, and those warriors who violate the ultimate principles of heaven should not exist."

After sighing, Huan Chang's body suddenly turned into nine pillars of light and flew directly towards Jiuzhou.

On that day, everyone felt something collapsed, but they didn't know what it was.

However, it was soon discovered that those warriors in the Transcendent Realm with a long lifespan were rapidly aging and dying, and the martial artist's cultivation speed was greatly slowed down, and no one could break through to the Transcendent Realm.

Although many people have speculated that this should have something to do with the saint Huan Chang, they are not sure.

As for Qi Xiaoke, she had a premonition of something. When she saw the nine beams of light flying into Jiuzhou, she couldn't help but burst into tears.

"No matter how long I will wait for you to come back."

Qi Xiaoke sobbed and murmured in a low voice.

She planted many willow trees in front of the hut, waiting day after day, year after year, the small trees grew into big trees, and the beautiful woman turned into a white-haired old woman.

He still hasn't come back.

Finally one day, she died, but a willow tree grew in the buried place, which soon became lush and lush, still waiting for the person to arrive.

PS: After writing this, I suddenly felt inexplicably sad. For such a long time, the Confucian hero who has not finished has always been my heart affair. Xue Chen is sorry for those brothers and sisters who support me, and even more so for the promises he made to you in the past.

However, I really can't continue writing this book later. There are various reasons. Xue Chen didn't want to argue, so he could only say sorry.

I originally wanted to give a hasty ending, but Xue Chen really didn't want to end it, so he simply wrote down the follow-up plot of the Confucian hero and gave the book an incomplete end.

If one day Xue Chen is no longer affected by external objects, he will come back to finish writing this book, regardless of whether anyone reads it at that time.
Chapter completed!
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