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Qin Wujian died.

He died on the eve of the reseal of the Demon Locking Tower. He was the one who blocked it with his flesh and blood. When the heavy sword of his life sank into the ground, he staggered to his knees and roared, "Close the city gate!"

Too many people fell in the melee of the three clans, and the price Xuantianzong paid was unprecedentedly heavy. When the sky cleared, the frost and haze would be dispelled, and a piece of pure land in the world would be restored.

A ray of divine power from ancient times covered the heavens and the earth, pulling the demons who were originally sealed in the demon-locking tower back to their proper place.

I heard that on that day, when the snow stopped in the sky, Taoist Rong Xie stepped out of the demon lock tower in plain clothes and white clothes. He has never failed the high expectations of all living beings, and he has never lived up to the name of Taoist Lord.

This earth is scarred, and there will be an end.

"Jing Rong..." There were also people who followed him in embarrassment, but Jing Rong didn't even want to give him a look, and only gave him a sentence without any emotion: "It's Rongxie."

It's gone... His appearance is gone, it's like Mo Lingyun never existed.

"The day when I quell the monster disaster, it will be the time for you and me to fight to the death." Jing Rong was sincerely tired, he didn't look at the banquet behind him, and he didn't pay attention to the returning to the splendor of the demon lock tower.

This journey is too tiring, he just wants to end it.

"Rong..." Yan Zhi's hand froze in mid-air, "Rong Xie..."

He was speechless, not even able to explain to Jing Rong that he was here for him.

This love came too late, even if it is said now, it will only add to Jing Rong's burden.

it's too late...

Yan Zhi's eyes were warm, he wanted to hide the tears with a smile, but in the end they turned into tears of laughter, he thought, if he had understood his intention earlier, he would not have come to this point, and Jing Rong There is no room for maneuver.

Fight to the death?How to fight to the death.

The jade pendant around his waist accompanied him through the Heavenly Punishment at the Demon Suo Tower, and there were already faint cracks. Yan Zhi stroked the cracks on the jade over and over again, and murmured: "I will not be a palace master anymore, and I will not be a demon king. To be Ling Yun, Ling Yun who is master alone..."

The Monster Locking Tower was re-sealed, and the remnants of the Monster Clan fell into a panic. Many of the cities occupied by the Monster Clan in the scuffle were taken back by Xiujie. Now, only outside the extreme northern region, the East Realm Main Division and Xuantianzong are in a stalemate. heaviest.

Seeing the reappearance of the daylight, Li Zhifeng couldn't stop laughing, he stared at the sunny day infatuatedly, with a smile that brought out tears, "Senior Brother really has no plan left, the battle between the three clans, the ray of distant light Means, only Rongxie."

But for this peace, they have really paid too much. The old suzerain brother's decisive sentence to kill the monsters in the eastern realm kicked off this thousand-year plan, and also pushed Li Zhifeng from the position of Guangwei Xiaoyao's sword fairy. Into the endless darkness.

"Little Eleven, I'm here to pay you back." Li Zhifeng straightened his clothes, his old and cloudy eyes came back to life at this moment, he took a last look at the mountains and rivers, the long-lost Beixiao sword praised by the world Xian, finally recovered his frivolous spirit.

The wind below the city was strong, Spring and Autumn Eleven was wearing a big cloak and looked at the city coldly, what did the reseal of the Demon Locking Tower have anything to do with her, she wanted to kill Li Zhifeng, even if ten great powers of transformation gods came, they couldn't stop her.

"Eleventh." But when Li Zhifeng came with his sword and smiled at her, suddenly, Spring and Autumn Eleven seemed to see Bei Xiao who rode the horse with him that year.

"I'll pay you back."

It turns out that killing the former love with one's own hands is not much different from killing someone else.Spring and Autumn Eleven turned her wrists, Li Zhifeng staggered and fell into the thick snow when she retracted her sword, she hastily shifted her gaze, and raised her hand to touch the elegant and light crabapple flowers on her temples.

This hatred has supported her to survive for thousands of years, even though every minute and every second is suffering, every day and night she is immersed in the blood-stained nightmare and it is difficult to break free.

But now, her last enemy is dead, and she seems to have nothing left in her heart.

Looking back on the eleventh day of the Spring and Autumn Period, I saw the joyful expressions of the people in the Eastern Realm. After several months of stalemate, as the leader of the Eastern Realm, she finally killed the leader of the Northern Defense Commander, how unhappy these people were.

Looking forward again, she saw Lin Wuduan's shocked expression, after the shock faded away, Lin Wuduan's eyes were only full of compassion, what is compassion for?Sad Li Zhifeng went to die calmly?Could it be that her grudges for thousands of years finally come to nothing?

The corners of Chunqiu Shishi's lips raised slightly, she waved towards Lin Wuduan, and said lightly: "Xiao Daoist, come here."

An invitation from the God Transformation Realm to the Golden Core Stage is like a dangerous signal, not to mention that Xuantianzong's loss of Beifang is ahead of him.

But Lin Wudu still came over, and raised his hand to signal the disciples behind him not to move rashly, he walked towards Chunqiu Shiyi step by step, regardless of her being his enemy, not afraid of the blood on her sword, he has always been like this, firm and meaningless.

Spring and Autumn Eleven looked at Lin Wuduan and blinked, as if admiring his boldness, she threw the sword casually and asked: "You said your duty is to protect the common people in the world, and so is Li Zhifeng."

"Then let me ask you, we few people are not the common people in the world as you say, can we give up at any time?"

Lin Wuduan couldn't answer, he pursed his lips, and his eyes didn't feel a little lower. Under the desolation of the world, in the suffocating silence, he finally replied: "I stick to my way, this There is no difference between more and less among all living beings, no matter one person or thousands of people, if the girl is not at fault, I will never abandon her for enlightenment."

Hearing his answer, Chunqiu Eleventh Moyue smiled. Seeing her tears stained her eyelashes, she sighed softly: "But aren't you all like this? The place where the vast majority of people live is what you hold on to. justice."

Lin Wuduan was dumb, he really wanted to refute Chunqiu Shiyi's words, and also wanted to say that he would never do that, but what Chunqiu Shiyi said seemed to be correct.

He doesn't know the grievances and grievances of his predecessors thousands of years ago, but it is indeed wrong to hunt down and kill people in the east.

"Forget it, what's the point of talking about it now." Spring and Autumn Eleven justified it. When she looked back at Lin Wuduan, her eyes were already smiling, and her smile was as beautiful as before. She said: "You and I met once. This world is so boring. I'll do it all for you."

Spring and Autumn Eleven hit her body and mind directly with her palms, which was beyond everyone's expectations. Lin Wudu, who was closest to her, suffocated and called out in a low voice, "Miss Chunqiu..."

"It was Bei Xiao who I died for, not Li Zhifeng..." Chunqiu Shiyi's smile never faded, and he fell into the snow along with Li Zhifeng, "My way of becoming a god will surely pave the way for you Lu, kill two birds with one stone, why not..."

She never had a will to live, and she lived only because of hatred. After thousands of years of tossing and turning, she will eventually return to her hometown.

It didn't seem very cold in the snow. When Spring and Autumn Eleven took a last look at the sky, it was Wen Yu and Yang Ji who looked at her and called out with a smile, Miss Eleven.

There are also people from Wuji Palace who follow behind.

"I am coming……"

The reseal of the Demon Locking Tower and the death of the ancestor of the Eastern Realm Huashen seemed to be a major event worthy of their joy, but Lin Wudu couldn't say a word.

There are clearly tens of millions of people in this endless ice and snow, and all he can see is the girl wearing the begonia flower in front of him.

He had seen this old Begonia hairpin in the Ten Thousand Years Xuanbing in the Promise Palace, but it was just an ordinary flower hairpin, how much thought it took to keep it immortal for a thousand years, but Spring and Autumn Eleven was willing.

Just like today, it is still willing to sacrifice to Beixiao and spread his way.

A word of wish is worth ten thousand words in the world.

Lin Wuduan didn't remember how he knelt down to straighten the old begonia hairpin for Chunqiu Shishi. He only felt a blur in front of his eyes.

His admiration for this girl will always end with his words, and he has never been able to tell the world.

When he was young, he used to disdain the matter of Taoist Hengshuo and his first disciple. He only felt that Taoist Hengshuo's deviant behavior was unspeakable. Now that he met his doom, he finally understood.

If you love someone, you can't bear it no matter what, and you can't hide it.

Even if what she was thinking was not about you, she would not even listen to a word from you.

However, it is a big mistake if it is not at the right time.

If possible, he would not enter the Taoist sect, and he would not cultivate demons in the eleventh year of age. No matter whether he got what he wanted or not, he would definitely protect this girl and never let the world hurt her in the slightest.