After Yu Huan appeared, the army of demons cheered in unison, shaking the sky.

Lin Qingshui and others accepted Jiang Xueyang's congratulations, but Feng Huan was alone and walked out of the vision of the demon army and climbed a hill.

After going up, Yu Huan pulled out the demon-suppressing sword and inserted it on the ground, and sat cross-legged.

Her expression was filled with an indescribable sadness, which made me unable to even express words of comfort.

Yu Huan sat silently for a long time, and suddenly pulled his sword to the sky after getting up, and recited a poem: "The year before yesterday, the moon branch was attacked, and there was no entire army under the city. The news of the foreign and Han dynasties was cut off, and the death was gone. No one collected the tent, and returned to the horse to find the residual flag. I wanted to sacrifice to you, but I was crying at this time."

This poem comes from Zhang Ji, a native of the Tang Dynasty, and is recognized as the saddest war poem throughout history.

I wanted to sacrifice to you and I was crying at this time.

I don’t have to ask how many disciples of the Demonic Dead died in the Black Wind Canyon, but I just have the answer in my mind based on this poem that I read out.

And she was crying when she read the last sentence.

Gods will not shed tears. My devil's gods are not listed here. Death gods will cry and cry.

What I couldn't bear to see was the devil's soul disciples who died in battle, because they were directly destroyed after death, and even the soul-summoning banner could not contain their will of heroic spirits.

Seeing her crying sadly, I leaned over from behind and hugged her into my arms.

"Xie Lan, [      Update Fast] They are all newly acquired souls. They were not qualified to participate in the war. It was me who forced them to join the war. I killed them..." Yu Huan said sobbing.

"They died for the devil, not your fault," I said.

"Do you know where they went after they died?"

"The ghost died as a sacrificial deity, and they have been destroyed."

"No, they were all absorbed by me, they are all living in my body now!" Yu Huan pushed me away and said loudly.

"What?" I asked in surprise.

"It's not only them, but also the ghost army of the Yinshan Dharma lineage. Xie Lan, I don't want to be the god of death..."

When she said this, Yu Huan was no longer the general of the Demonic Dao and the Death Army, nor did she have any dignity. Now she seems to have returned to the Yellow River and become a girl from the Lin family who died with resentment.

"Can you feel their existence?" I asked.

"No, all I can feel is sadness, endless sadness."

At that time, neither Fengshu nor I knew the existence of soul energy, so we didn’t know why she was like this.

Feng Huan said that at first she was worried that she would not be able to release the complete pressure of the God of Death, and even prepared to damage her soul.

At this moment, the dead souls seemed to sense something and began to turn into black gas and pour into her body. From then on, there was a sense of sorrow in her heart that could never be resolved.

It took me a long time to realize that sadness is the heavy burden that every god of death must bear, just like the soul-summoning banner in my enchantment.

"Xie Lan, let's go back." After a long time, Yumeng stood up from my arms.

"good."

After descending the hill, Yumeng became a cold and deaf god again. It cannot be approached, touched, or defeated.

As long as there is war in the Demonic Way, Viagra will always be the general of the Demonic Way, and the fragility of the Lin girl will never be revealed in front of others.

There are no tables, chairs, beds and beds in the military tent, only a roll of animal skins for rest.

It was still early before dawn, so I helped her remove the heavy armor of the black gold skeleton, and then I was about to walk out of the military tent to go to the camp to serve.

At this moment, Yumeng stopped me.

As soon as I turned around, I met a cold sword light.

"I almost forgot something very important." Yu Wu stared at me coldly and said.

"What's the matter?" I was sweating coldly.

"Do you owe me an explanation about Murong Yuanrui?"

"Yun, I have nothing to do with her at all. If you don't plan to do anything, you can't have anything to do." I said.

Although I admit that I have an uncut love for Murong Yuanrui, I know that there is no result with her in my heart.

The marriage line on the Three Lives Stone is ineffective for the Heavenly Lord, and Murong Yuanrui is only one step away from the Heavenly Lord, so I am the same.

Now we don’t have the state of mind to slash love threads with swords, but after we reach the Heavenly Lord, it’s different. The stronger our ability, the heavier our mission.

"The war is imminent, and I don't want to bother you more. But I want you to remember one thing. You can only choose between Murong and I, whether I or not." Yumeng said.

"I know."

Not only because of the cause and effect of Pojun and the Nine Heavens Xuannv, but also the God of Death and the God of War are also incompatible.

After leaving the military tent, I first patrolled around with my sword. When I came back, I found that there was still light in Jiang Xueyang's military tent, so I walked in.

Speaking of Feng Huan, Jiang Xueyang did not explain, but only vaguely speculated that Feng Huan might have awakened some extremely powerful power of the God of Death.

Although she read the Daozang thoroughly, things in the ancient times have been wiped out by the way of heaven. She doesn't know what this power is, whether it is a blessing or a disaster for the monk.

Finally, Jiang Xueyang said that although Daozang did not have detailed records about the God of Death, the Yin Si must know it.

"It's a pity that I can't go to the underworld to ask about it." I said.

"Why ask? If the Demonic Dao wins the Battle of the Dead in the Black Wind Grand Canyon, the Yinsi will definitely have big moves. Then we can find the answer from their reactions."

...

The Battle of the Black Wind Grand Canyon shocked the Three Realms.

In front of the Ghost Gate of the Underworld, the former Western Ghost Emperor stood on the stage of worshiping generals, with the battle flags flying, ready to go.

The Yin Si has never shortage of Yin soldiers. Even if there is a catastrophe in the Blood Sea, the Futu, it can easily recruit 100,000 Yin soldiers.

The judge of the Xunyang appeared at the Yin-Yang Realm Gate and flew to the front of Zhenren Wang.

The judge of the Yang Dynasty travels around the Yin and Yang realms, and he is responsible for investigating the Demonic Way to fight Yinshan.

"How is the battle?" Before the judge of the Shangyang was spoken, Wang Zhenren asked anxiously.

"You are the real person, the devil is defeated." Judge Xunyang said after bowing and bowing.

"What?" Wang Zhenren exclaimed, and then a strong look of worry appeared on his face.

"Do not worry about the real person. The victory of the Demonic Dao is also a miserable victory. Judging from the resentment of the Dead Souls from the Black Wind Canyon, the Demonic Dao has at least half of the Dead Souls army. The Demonic Dao relies on the war between the Demonic Dao and Yinshan to be the army of Dead Souls. Now that half of it is lost, it will undoubtedly be defeated." said the judge of the Shangyang.

"You know what's wrong! What I'm worried about is never the army of deceased souls."

"What real person is worried about?" After being scolded by Zhenren Wang, Judge Xunyang was a little embarrassed.

"The God of Death is an inherent divine deity in the ancient underworld, and its power is comparable to that of the Emperor of Beiyin today. What I am worried about is not how strong the army of Demonic Souls is, but whether this woman, Lin Fenghuan, would awaken the strongest mystery of Death through the Battle of the Black Wind Grand Canyon." Wang Zhenren said with a serious expression.

"Real person, I wonder what is the strongest mystery of Death?" asked the judge of the Yang Yang.

"Absorb soul energy and condense an immortal body!"

Soul energy is soul energy.

When a person dies, a ghost becomes a ghost, and when a ghost dies, a soul can be released.

The ancient god of death can absorb this energy to strengthen itself and create an immortal body.

After attaining the Heavenly Lord, you can condense the Tao body. The Tao body is indestructible and only be attacked by the power of laws. The immortal body of the God of Death is equivalent to the Tao body, and is even stronger than the Tao body.

No matter what damage you suffer, you can quickly repair it with the help of your soul.

There is definitely death when there is war. If the body dies and escapes from the soul, the soul will release the soul energy. Therefore, in a large-scale battlefield, the generation of soul energy is inevitable.

As long as there is a soul energy, the god of death will never die unless the damage suffered is far greater than the soul energy absorbed.

This is the most terrifying thing about the immortal body of the god of death, not the true immortality.

"Once Lin Fenghuan condenses his immortal body, it is difficult to kill her again. No, I will go to see the Emperor of Beiyin and ask for troops to be sent to the world!" said Zhenren Wang.

"Will the Emperor allow the underworld to send troops now?" said the judge of the Yangyang.

"If you don't send troops now, it will be too late to send troops after the Demonic Dao wins the Battle of Yinshan..."

After saying that, Zhenren Wang flew straight to the Ghost City of Fengdu. He was once the Western Ghost Emperor and possessed unknown information about the ancient underworld. Because of this, he knew the horror of the God of Death best.

Fengdu, Beiyin Hall.

After listening to Wang Zhenren’s statement, Emperor Zhou Qi, the face of the Northern Yin Dynasty, was as gloomy as water.

"Your Majesty, send troops." Wang Zhenren bowed and asked again.

Zhou Qi had not answered yet, and an extremely powerful divine thought came from the Jiuyou Point.
Chapter completed!