When I heard about the death of Master Feng, my mind was blank.

"Are you sure it's her?"

"Um."

Xueyang nodded, tears flowing freely on her beautiful cheeks.

In this life of Xueyang, it was Fengzhu who opened the fate of Tianlang for her.

It can be said that without Fengzhu, there would be no she today.

If Ali is the quiet moonlight of Guixu, the wind master is the green wind blowing all over Guixu.

When I came, I was worried about the life and death of the disciples of the Demonic Way, and did not perceive the changes in the world of Guixu. When I walked out of the Heroic Spirit Hall, I realized that Guixu had lost a vast divine wind.

I remembered the first time Feng Shiba met me. At that time, Ali was still in my entrance hall and wanted to listen to the wind sing, so I used the forbidden steps given to me by the snow sun to summon the Wind God.

"Why are you?" Feng Zhuang was surprised to see that it was me who summoned her.

"My master gave me the forbidden step."

"This girl is really willing to give up everything for the sake of it. What's the matter with you?"

"I want the Feng Shen to give my Xuan attention to a wind power."

"Don't be sad for the wind. My origin of wind is Xueyang. I may not be able to give it to you. What qualifications do you have?"

Yes, don't be sad for the wind.

Seeing the grass and trees hanging low and the clouds dispersed, I asked me not to miss the moment when the wind was moving.

Without the Wind Lord, there is still wind in Guixu. But I can no longer hear the news coming from the wind, and I can no longer feel the ubiquitous care of the Wind Lord.

The wind passes without trace, teach me how to listen to the wind sing again?

I finally understood why A Li cried and her eyes were red. At that time, she was lonely in my entrance hall. It was the wind left by the wind master who accompanied her for a long time. The gentle and compassionate wind once blew all over my entrance hall, and restoring my vitality was my greatest support for a long time. Now, I no longer need the wind of the Wind Lord's recovery. My entrance hall has endless power.

But the Master Feng suddenly made a promise at this time.

When Han Huang came out of the Demonic Way, countless demonic disciples died in battle.

Liu Hechou and Feng Lingyue sadd me the most. They are not only my master's wife in the world, but also the loyal generals of the Demonic Way.

The fall of the Seven Colorful King and the sacrifice of the Heavenly Lord Xiaoge have all made me cry.

Guixu Qingdi, silver fox Bai Wuya, Helian Xiaoyao, Liufengyu, Zhou Shihao... The death of every demon disciple is worthy of engraving.

However, I have never been so addicted to sadness that I can't extricate myself.

As the founder of the Demonic Taoism, I know that I am destined to bear the pain along the way, and not everyone can bear the heavy weight of the Soul-Summoning Banner.

However, I heard that the Lord of Wind fell, and I thought that my heart was as solid as a rock and completely collapsed.

After decades of companionship and daily life, she will be there where there is wind.

How do I not miss it?

I used Kunlun Snow to cut two stones on Buzhou Mountain, carved them into a monument of the Heroes and placed them in the Temple of Heroes and Spirits.

Lin Qingshui's I put it together with the silver fox Bai Wuya's, and I was listed by the Master Feng at the forefront of the Demonic Spirit Hall, and was ranked alongside the Seven-Colored King Kong Xuan.

Since the end of the Dharma-Ending Age, although Fengzhu has not performed brilliantly with his achievements, her existence has played a crucial role in supporting the operation of the entire demon army.

Without her, the magic path could not build maritime fortifications, could not dispatch the army, and could grasp the current situation of the three realms at any time. Without her, Xueyang could not activate the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation.

The monument of the Heroes is well engraved, and I walked out of the Heroes Hall.

Outside the hall, the disciples of the Demonic Taoism stood in a solemn manner, and everyone was dressed better than snow.

Looking at the pair of crying eyes, I knew their hearts were as sad as I did.

In the Battle of the Green Dragon, millions of deaths and injuries in the Demonic Way were counted, and the dead were their relatives, friends, partners, brothers and sisters.

The dead are like this, and the living are self-pity.

I wanted to say something to them, but it was like a thorn in my throat and couldn't speak.

Finally, I remembered the poem that Yuen recited after the Battle of the Black Wind Grand Canyon, and read it word by word.

"The year before yesterday, the moon branch was destroyed, and there was no entire army on the city. The news of the foreign and Han dynasties was cut off, and the death was gone. No one collected the tent, and the horse returned to see the residual flag..."

As soon as I read a few sentences, a disciple of the Demonic Dead Soul covered his face.

When I remembered that "I want to sacrifice to you, I am here, and I am sharing this time at the end of the world", I cried first from the army of deceased souls of the demonic path, and then endless sadness spread, saddening the entire Guixu.

The Demonic Dao Guixu was shrouded in sorrow, and the Heavenly Immortal Dao camp was also filled with endless sorrow.

The ancestor of the Nine Heavens Demon, the Emperor Zichen, the thirty-six Heavenly Gangs, the seventy-two Earthly Demons, the Five Dous, the Twenty-Eight Constellations, the Star Lord of Taiweiyuan, the Dragon King of the West Sea, the Dragon King of the North Sea...

A total of 3,700 people fell in the entire Heavenly Court, including the gods of all sizes, and a total of 1,400 people were killed or injured in the Heavenly War.

Tonight, there is no wind, no moon, no stars.

From Guixu to Hangu Pass, from the earth to the heavenly court, there is sorrow in the sky and under the earth.

Three days later, Murong Yuanrui returned from heaven.

His face was haggard, his eyes were covered with tears, his armor was not untied, and his blood was still mottled.

Xueyang was going to welcome her, but when she saw her sleepy look, she winked at me and asked me to take her back to rest.

In the bedroom, I took off her armor.

This is the first time we are getting close to each other, and the closest we are before was just a hug in Guixuhai's eyes.

Under the armor, blood was soaked in the underwear.

I thought she would be shy, but she still stood openly, allowing me to remove the blood-soaked underwear for her.

The snow-white skin was covered with scars.

There are several places that are deeply visible and exposed, which are shocking to see.

"Isn't there any healing medicine for immortality?" I asked with heartache.

"I have the body of the God of War, and I can repair myself without using spiritual medicine."

"Then you have to endure all your pain?"

"To make you feel distressed."

Seeing that I was really distressed for her, I immediately went to the bed and sat cross-legged to heal myself.

Soon, the wound was restored to complete at a speed visible to the naked eye. The perfect body shines with a holy luster, the beautiful jade is flawless and can be broken by the blink of an eye.

Yuan Rui faced me calmly, with no shame on his face. Instead, I was shocked by her beauty and was not moved for a long time.

"Why, the child has been given birth to you, and you are still planning to refuse to admit it?" Murong Yuanrui said with a light smile.

It was easy to say, but when I was really talking about my clothes and skin, she instantly turned red again.

Some sadness cannot be forgotten, but the most important thing in life is to cherish the people in front of you. At this point, Yuan Rui's mood is stronger than me, unlike me who are easily influenced by emotions.

The reeds are the true love seen in the fire, and the beloved is selfless and affectionate. Only Yuan Rui loves it from beginning to end and is very rational and calm.

My love with her is a natural thing, and Xie Mo and Xie Ling's birth is verified.

"Xie Lan, we will not talk about war or sadness tonight, but we will only express our hearts."

"Um."

"Tonight, you only have one name, and that is my husband."

"Um."

"Then, please pity me, my husband."

I underestimated Yuan Rui's enthusiasm and madness, and also underestimated myself.

Heavy sorrow breaks our hearts, and we all desperately need a gap to release.

The night was gentle, the wind and rain were stormy, and it was not until dawn that I felt as if I woke up from my dream.

A smile is a day full of hope.

Yuan Rui wore a new robe prepared by Xueyang, a colorful fairy robe woven with five colors of mulberry silk, representing the innate five elements she controlled.

The clothes are well-cut, perfectly setting off Yuan Rui's body curves. While not losing his fairy spirit, they also carry a faint fireworks of Guixu.

Most of the clothes of the demon disciples are dressed like this. They are not as cold and alien as the immortals in the heavenly court. Instead, they exude human feelings everywhere. Even Ali's most holy moon god form will not give people the feeling of keeping others thousands of miles away.

Yuan Rui is the mistress of the Demonic Taoism. The first thing he needs to do after his injury is to worship the Heroic Spirit Hall.
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