The battle of Suzaku exhausted my vitality and divine thoughts. I recovered in the south of the void for a long time before I had the strength to return to Guixu from the void of the universe.

When I flew to the top of Buzhou Mountain, I found that Guixu Demonic Dao's ancestral courtyard was empty, only Jiang Xueyang was left.

"Xie Lan, you are finally back." Xueyang looked at me with concern and said.

"Xueyang, where are they?"

"The Battle of the Qinglong in the Heavenly Court has begun. The Zhoutian Star Dou array cannot trap the Qinglong. I have asked the disciples of the Demonic Dao to help."

"Sandao is a family, you did a good job."

Having said that, I was very concerned about the comfort of the demon disciples.

None of the four spirit beasts is easy to meet. If the battle situation was not as dangerous as it was, Jiang Xueyang would not have let the demons come out in full swing.

"Xie Lan, your top priority now is to heal and recover. There will be many variables in the battle between the four spirits and beasts, and the original deity of Heaven is also likely to intervene."

"good."

Xueyang was right. It’s useless to be anxious now. My spiritual thoughts are too exhausted, and the entrance hall burned by the vermilion bird flames has not stabilized yet.

If the way of heaven interferes in the world again, I can only watch and be powerless to stop it.

The damaged battle body can be repaired by absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, while the exhausted divine thoughts can only be restored by the entrance.

The entrance hall is the place where the soul is stored and it is also the best place to nourish the soul. In the past, my soul was damaged, and the moonlight in the entrance hall was repaired, or A Li personally took action.

However, a fire from Suzaku almost completely destroyed my entrance hall. The mountain collapsed and the flames burned into lava. The sea water dried up, and the earth turned into scorched earth.

All things were burned to pieces, and the original seal was loose and the vitality turned the entrance hall back into a dead place.

The entrance hall and the power of fate are both my trump cards. There is not much left in the power of fate. My biggest reliance now is my entrance hall. The entrance hall has become a dead place, and I have lost the strongest trump card.

When my soul entered the entrance and looked at the scorched earth on all sides, my heart was confused.

The Vermillion Bird has flew to somewhere, and I can't even sense its breath.

Taiyi lives water, and water produces all things.

The reason why the entrance hall became a dead place was because the sea water was burned by the savorcock flames.

But where is there a source of water?

I am not Kun, and I cannot swallow the endless sea. To obtain the water source, I can only rely on myself to manifest it with my true qi. My enchantment is vast and endless. If I want to use true qi to create a sea area, I will probably have to spend tens of millions of years.

Without water, the entrance can only wither in this way, and it will not change no matter how many years have passed.

Just as I was thinking hard, a sudden idea suddenly appeared, and I remembered the world behind the Soul Conjuring Banner.

The world behind the Soul-Summoning Banner is an endless sea of ​​water, with endless endless ends. Even the Vermillion Bird will be completely annihilated and cannot escape when it falls.

If I merge the world behind the Soul Conjuring Banner with my entrance hall, can I solve the problem of water source in the entrance hall?

Thinking of this, I immediately used my divine thoughts to sense the soul-summoning banner and communicated with the world behind it.

I wanted to open a gap in this world, but there seemed to be a kind of force stopping me, and I could not bring the sea water inside into the entrance.

This force that prevents me is very powerful. I can easily break the void, but I cannot break the barrier between the two worlds.

In desperation, I had to use the power of fate.

The soul-summoning banner will not appear in my enchantment for no reason, nor will it generate a world for no reason. As long as there is cause and effect, the power of destiny will not be stopped.

Just as I was trying to use the power of fate to break through the invisible barrier between the two worlds, the Suzaku Divine Bird suddenly returned from the sky to stop me.

"Master of Demonic Dao, do you know what the consequences will be for you to do this?" Zhuque asked in surprise.

"What are the consequences?"

"Forcibly joining two unpredictable worlds will make you lose all the power of fate."

"What about that?"

"If you lose all the power of fate, you will never be blessed by fate again. How to fight the decisive way of heaven in the future?"

"But I have no choice now. If I don't repair the entrance, I will not be able to restore my combat power."

"Do you would rather believe in your own strength than believe in the blessings of fate?" Zhuque asked.

"Yes, I would rather believe in myself." I thought about it and said.

Destiny and the way of heaven are two sharp blades hanging on the heads of sentient beings.

The death of Emperor Fuxi made me see through the essence of fate and never took the identity of the son of fate to heart.

The so-called son of destiny is just a tool of destiny. Once the value is lost, this identity is not worth mentioning at all.

The most important thing is that I know that even if I abandon this identity, my destiny will still stand with me.

Because it has no choice and does not stand with sentient beings, it will be directly erased by the way of heaven.

At this moment, I closed my eyes and held the Soul Conjuring Banner in my hand, and introduced the power of fate into the world behind the Soul Conjuring Banner. As the power of fate was resolved, the gap between the two worlds gradually disappeared...

I don't know how long it took, but I suddenly heard the surging tides.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself standing above a sea of ​​water.

The two worlds merged together, and the sea water behind the Soul-Summoning Banner filled the entire entrance.

I looked into the distance and saw the illusion of the former ancestral home of Jinao Island.

Jinao Island is empty because the heroic will of the devil disciple who died in battle was destroyed in the battle of Fuxi with the last mirror image of the devil's ancestor.

The buildings on the island are still there, but I can no longer see a disciple of the Demonic Tao, which makes me extremely sad.

And there will never be another disciple of the Demonic Taoism, because with the fusion of the two worlds, the Soul-Summoning Banner has completely disappeared from my porch.

From then on, if there are any other disciples of the Demonic Taoist who died in battle, I can only record their names in my heart and then carve them in the Heroic Spirit Hall in Guixu.

The will itself has no spiritual consciousness, and everything it does comes from the sensing of the soul-summoning banner.

When the soul-summoning banner is gone, the will of heroes becomes illusory energy, just like a person cannot be resurrected by death.

The endless sea extends everywhere, nourishing the scorched earth in the entrance hall, turning into rivers after river and extending into the distance.

I saw mountains growing from the sea, and I saw that the scorched earth turned into off-road under the nourishment of the sea.

The water is full of air and the clouds are everywhere.

This brand new world is full of spiritual energy in heaven and earth, as if just by investing a seed of life, you can evolve into a vast world comparable to the human world.

There was a vast ocean around, and I didn’t know where the chance of life would appear. Seeing this, I said to Zhuque: “Go, search my entrance hall and see where the seed of life will be born.”

The entrance hall had such a huge change, and Zhuque was also filled with emotion. Before flying away, he said to me: "Don't forget what you promised me."

"After finding the seed of life, I will make you the king of life."

...

The entrance is like a new life, and my divine thoughts also return to a perfect state in an instant, even far better than before.

The immortal battle soul is also stronger, because the stronger the entrance, the stronger the soul energy will be.

After quietly feeling the changes in the entrance hall for a while, I pulled my soul out of the entrance hall and returned to my body.

My soul returned to my position, my man was still on the top of Buzhou Mountain, and Ali stood in front of me.

"A Li, the Battle of the Green Dragon is over?"

"Um."

"How many casualties are there in the Demonic Way?" I asked.

When A Li asked this, his eyes turned red in an instant and he was sobbing that he couldn't speak.

Seeing this, a bad premonition arose in my heart and asked her again: "Where is Xueyang?"

“In the Valhalla.”

Upon hearing this, I immediately flew down the mountain to the Temple of Heroes.

In the Hall of Heroes, Xueyang is dressed in white, and is engraved on a stone tablet.

When I walked to her, she just finished carving the last person's name, which was a high-level general of the Wood Clan.

"Xie Lan, you're awake."

"How many deaths have been killed in the devil's battle?"

"There are four hundred,540,000 ordinary disciples, nine thousand six hundred and eighty-three."

"Where is the general?"

"Three thousand nine hundred and twenty-four people."

I looked at the new Hero Monuments in the Hall of Heroes and asked again: "Have their names been carved?"

"No, there are two more I want to leave for you to carve."

"who?"

"One is the Demonic Killing God, Lin Qingshui."

From the beginning of entering the Temple of Heroes, my eyes were wet. When I heard Xueyang say the three words Lin Qingshui, I could no longer control myself and tears rolled down.

Three thousand years ago, Lin Qingshui was my devil's god of killing.

Three thousand years later, he, Helian Xiaoyao and Bai Wuya escaped from the city of destruction and returned to the devil's way as a disciple of Nirvana. After that, he fought for the devil's way and made great achievements.

It can be said that the magic path can achieve today is entirely due to their hard work.

After the silver fox Bai Wuya died in battle, Lin Qingshui never said a word again.

I once looked for him and asked him if he did not regret joining the Demonic Way.

"I didn't regret it three thousand years ago, and I won't regret it three thousand years later."

The words are still in my ears, and the man has left.

Jiang Xueyang said that there were two people who wanted me to carve with my own hands. The first one was Lin Qingshui, so the position of the person I wanted to talk about in my heart should be more important.
Chapter completed!