Chapter 518: Chasing the Immortals

The seven great demon kings were killed, and the demonic disaster in Kunlun Ruins turned into the catastrophe of the demon clan.

When the light comes again, the coalition of thousands of demons in the northern border kills the demon clan, all the immortals in Kunwu City, the army of ghost clans, the flame army of light, and the sentient beings of the Kunlun Ruins, launching the ultimate pursuit of the remnants of the demon clan.

Kill all the Lilun demons back to southern Xinjiang and retreat to the Palace of Ten Thousand Demons.

However, without the protection of the Demon Lord, it is only a matter of time before the devil's Palace is destroyed.

In the end, the Palace of Ten Thousand Demons was destroyed by Yunzhongjun, and the catastrophe of Ten Thousand Demons in Kunlun Ruins was declared to be over.

From beginning to end, there was no soldier in Wanxian City, and the Taoist sect watched coldly from beginning to end.

At the end of the war, the remaining demonic intentions of Kunlun Ruins were purified by Aqing with the light of the sun, and the dead souls who died in battle were saved by the god of death.

The pain and sorrow that drifted into people's hearts were also comforted by Changxi's moonlight.

Haotian tried his best to plan the battle of the five armies.

Winning is the Sword God, defeat is the Sword God. If it weren't for the Sword God casting the dragon without a leader, I wouldn't be able to defend the chaotic void, so I would naturally be unable to help Aqing survive the killing disaster.

When all living beings of all races rebuild their homes with a grateful heart, I and everyone climbed to the top of Kunwu Mountain.

The top of Kunwu Mountain was originally the pillar of the sky, and it is also the closest place to the heaven.

Aqing wears golden armor and Song Jue wears silver robes.

Yun Zhongjun and Li Wenqing's white clothes are better than snow, and the god of death, Jian Yuan stood silently.

Nangong Jing, Master Hu San, and the fairy outside the world outside the pass.

Tiger Demon King, Luan Bird Demon King, Peacock Demon King, and Northern Spirit Demon Barbarian Monster.

Xu Fenglei, the immortal general of Kunwu City...

The familiar and unfamiliar faces still carry the fatigue of returning from the battlefield.

Since ancient times, one general has achieved success and has been surviving thousands of bones. In the battle between the demons, how many generals were born, and how many demon kings and gods were born.

The battle in Kunlun Ruins was over, life and death, and all races were robbed and killed. Although the human race had not been launched in this battle, if Shen Ruoyu had not cast a sword, the whole plate would be lost.

That sword was sent from heaven in the name of the human race.

The worst result of the battle between the Five Armies was the fusion of Kunlun Ruins and the human world, and the demons came to the human world.

Now, the demons have been completely wiped out, and whether Kunlun Ruins will return is all in my mind.

"The dead will not return. Since Kunlun Ruins are far away from the world, let it stay away forever."

I said.

"Well, that's right."

Ah Qing nodded.

"Qin Jue, where should we go?"

Song Jue asked.

"There is no Yunmengze on earth anymore. I want to create another big dream, but before creating a dream, I have one more thing to do."

"What's up?"

"Chasing the Immortals."

The Ten Thousand Immortals City in the East China Sea was destroyed and no soldiers were launched.

When all living beings of all races fight to the death with the demons for life and death, they are enjoying the rich spiritual energy of the heaven and earth in Kunlun Ruins.

The tortoise huddled in the fairy's palace, enjoying the service of fairies, and tasting sweet fairy fruits and fine wine.

This may not be their original choice, or it may be that Haotian made a secret promise that as long as they do not start a war with the demons, they will enjoy immortal blessings forever.

Unfortunately, I am not Haotian.

In my eyes, all sentient beings have sentient beings, protect the country, safely punish evil people, and can enjoy the joy of their homeland forever.

And they are not worthy.

"Qin Jue, the strength of Wanxian City is extraordinary. There are tens of thousands of exiled immortals. The acquired gods are like Ma, and the Sanmao True Lord all have the power of innate gods. This matter should be thought twice before doing it."

Grandpa Hu San said.

"Time is not waiting for me, and it is time to break it. Shao Siming, please follow me."

I looked at the god of death and said.

"Why me?"

"You have witnessed the end of the Nine Songs' myth, and I want you to be a witness again."

“What are you witnessing?”

"The unnamed Donghuang is back."

After the explanation was completed, Jian Yuan and I flew towards the East China Sea Fairyland in the sky.

In the past battles, the God of Death finally condensed successfully, but it was always a straight line away from the acquired return to the innate.

I know where this glimmer of opportunity is, but I can't help her find it back now.

Flying to the East China Sea Fairyland again, the atmosphere here is as good as before.

Clouds and mist are shrouded in the air, and the fairy spirit is floating.

The demonic disasters of sentient beings, which were counted in millions of casualties, did not seem to have any impact on the fairyland.

I saw the banished immortal still wandering leisurely among the leisure clouds, traveling around the mountains and waters to pick the spiritual energy of the heaven and earth, and the essence of the sun and the moon.

Or meditate and practice to understand the mystery of heaven and earth.

Their world is so beautiful, and beauty is like a scroll that makes people yearn for.

Over the past thousand years, they have enjoyed leisurely for a long time. The years are quiet and the quiet water flows deep.

I don’t know how many people envy their freedom, and I have also envied their transcendent state of mind.

Be quiet and inactive, free and free.

However, today I am not envious at all, and even makes me feel disgusted.

The world is selfless, and the breeze and bright moon are at your fingertips.

But Kunlun Ruins are a small world and are not evolved by the way of heaven.

In a sense, this is our common home. If the demons eventually win, this world will inevitably be shrouded in demonic intentions and rush into the world.

Where should they go?

Now they can enjoy immortal blessings forever because someone is carrying the burden on them.

In the past, Kunlun Ruins had no masters, or they were the masters here.

The value of all sentient beings in all races is to serve them and provide them with resources for their practice.

Unfortunately, no one can always enjoy it and never give.

Since they are unwilling to contribute to their homes, they no longer need to think about staying here to enjoy the blessings of immortals.

I was not qualified to do this before, and now I don't.

I only have one sword, and those who follow me will prosper and rebellion will perish.

...

Stepping into the fairyland, I and Yan Yuan walked in the sea of ​​clouds.

“Their lives are so enviable.”

Yan Yuan said.

“It’s indeed enviable.”

"Better than our Yunmengze."

A trace of darkness flashed in Jian Yuan's eyes.

"sorry."

I said.

"You need not be sorry, you've done a great job."

I didn't say anything more.

When the Nine Songs' myth was broken, I was not born.

When I was born, Yunmengze had been destroyed for two thousand years.

"Qin Jue, why do fate always brings us suffering? Why can they be carefree and laugh with all their hearts?"

Jian Yuan asked.

"I have no idea."
To be continued...