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Holding Xie Yuchen's hand, Yan Xuekong laughed happily and threw himself into his arms: "Brother Junyu, thank you for always being by Yanyan's side every time I needed it."

Xie Yuchen stroked the cub's long silver hair, lowered his eyes, hiding his complicated gaze.

As soon as he made a move and disturbed the chessboard, he would definitely alarm the ruthless deity.

Maybe, there will be no next time.

"You, who are you?" Mo Lian fell to the ground, vomiting blood, the power of the sword just now not only killed the Shura clan, but also seriously injured her directly.

Yan Xuekong: "Always ask who others are, but do you still know who you are?"

Mo Lian was startled, the madness on her face gradually faded, replaced by a sense of emptiness and burnout, that is the true state of lingering for thousands of years.

Who is she?

Sure enough, she is a little doll with no hair, who would ask such a naive question. Of course she is Mo Lian, the No. 1 demon clan after ancient times!

"Yan Yan has heard your story. Everyone says that you are the strongest demon clan since ancient times, guarding the monster clan, and being close to humans. Because the Taoist Qingzhu lost his memory, betrayed you, and married humans and had children, you became become what it is today."

Yan Xuekong broke free from Xie Yuchen's arms, and faced Mo Lian directly: "But, Yanyan thinks something is wrong."

Mo Lian held on and sat by the pool, only feeling mocked: "What they said is pretty good, what's wrong?"

Yan Xuekong said seriously: "The Yin family are descendants of Qingzhu, mother-in-law, if you really hated them so much, you could have wiped them out at the beginning, and they will not be kept to this day."

This mother-in-law almost made Mo Lian's indifferent expression tense.

"What did you call me?"

"Yan Yan didn't want to call you old witch, so I called you mother-in-law."

"...Do you know what hatred is?" Mo Lian took a deep breath, stared at his immature face, and said suddenly: "Back then, I was protecting the monster clan, but the monster clan united with outsiders to kill me. I was close to humans, but humans Kill my clansman, take away my Taoist companion. Now, I only do it for myself, what's wrong?"

She seemed to think that these words were not vicious enough, so she said fiercely: "I also want to capture you and refine you into a medicine boy, so as to help me break through the realm and ascend to immortality!"

Hearing this, Ye Huanhuan and the others were very angry.

Yan Xuekong pressed Xie Yuchen's raised hand, and replied: "I have made a big mistake, you must die, Yanyan will not argue with you. But there is a person, he really wants to see you."

"In this world, I have no relatives or reasons, who would want to see me?" Just as Mo Lian finished speaking, the cub raised his hand and pointed, and then, a familiar figure slowly gathered in the air.

Her expression froze, and she said in disbelief: "Qingzhu!"

how come?

Thirteen years ago, the yin-yang brush broke, and she didn't even realize that there was Qingzhu's remnant soul hidden in it!

Yan Xuekong said: "Yan Yan only discovered him when he thoroughly refined the Yin-Yang pen."

With a handsome appearance and gentle demeanor, the phantom of the man in mid-air opened his eyes, and everyone present felt like a spring breeze. He floated, came to Mo Lian, and sighed softly.

"Alian, can't my death dissolve the hatred in your heart?"

Mo Lian stared at him blankly, before he could react, tears fell, and he shouted hysterically: "Who made you die? Who made you die! You're dead, and you think you're forgiven, but it's painful. Only me, only me!"

Qingzhu's eyes were filled with guilt and pity, as well as unspeakable remorse.

Childhood sweethearts, grew up together, and became Taoist couples when they were young. During the most difficult time for the Yaozu, they relied on and supported each other, and led the tribe through difficulties one after another.

I never thought that in the end, I couldn't get out of my own difficulties.

Lihenguan, Lihenguan, Qingzhu can understand the pain and suffering in her heart better than anyone else.

"sorry."

"Besides this sentence, what else can you say?"

Mo Lian pointed at him and smiled crazily: "They all thought that I wanted to resurrect you because I still love you. No, no, I just wanted to resurrect you so that you would be tortured with me and never be freed!"

"Then you have already done it, A-Lian." Qing Zhu's tone sounded extraordinarily gentle and indulgent: "Before I died, I left my real body to the daughter of the Yin family and made a Yin-Yang pen to repay her kindness. But my soul Always by your side, by your side, never left.”

Mo Lian said, "Impossible!"

"It's true, you didn't find out, it's because the Shura tribe lied to you." After Yan Xuekong refined the Yin-Yang Brush, he had a memory fragment of Qingzhu, and said: "Grandma, there are karma in the world. After so many years, you committed Countless sins have never been condemned by God, why do you think?"

Mo Lian sneered: "Don't fool me with these empty words, there are many evildoers in the world, and they all live well."

"It's not that you don't report it, the time has not come."

"Then tell me why!"

"Because someone suffered in your place. To this day, his spirit will be gone, and he will not be reborn long ago."

The pure and childish voice was like the sharpest knife, cutting Mo Lian's heart one by one. She turned to Qingzhu quickly, but saw him bowing his head in acquiescence.

In an instant, Mo Lian was dizzy and her whole body was shaking. Her eyes were blurred, and a scene from a long time ago appeared in a trance.

Since they were sensible, she has been willful and reckless.

Every time, Qingzhu will tolerate her, protect her, and never say "no" to her.

Of course she loves Qingzhu very much, not only love, but also trust and dependence.At that time, she thought that even if everyone in the world would betray her, only Qingzhu would not.

But it's God's will to trick people.

In that accident, he was also injured in order to protect her, and he was exiled in the human race.

Is it really his fault?

If she was strong enough at that time, wouldn't everything have happened?She has sacrificed so much for the race and for others, why did the destiny refuse to treat her kindly?

"No, she is stimulated and is about to lose control!"

Fang Qiu stretched out his spiritual power shield and stood at the front, with blood gushing from his mouth, he said anxiously: "Quickly, work together to open the barrier, and we must not harm the people of Yaozhou!"

Without hesitation, everyone came to help.

Yan Xuekong called "Sister Huanhuan", and Ye Huanhuan tacitly summoned the holy lotus together with him to purify Molian's real body.

At this moment, the dragon's chant suddenly sounded, and the phoenix's cry sounded.

see!A five-clawed golden dragon arrived first, swung its long tail, swept away the collapsing rubble, and threw everyone on its back. Then, the red golden phoenix flew over with anger, and directly blasted the Yaozhi forbidden area, burning a big hole.

"Bald-haired phoenix! Look at some people and burn it again!" The dragon god returned to his original form, hugged the cub, and hurriedly said, "Yan Yan, are you injured? Grandpa isn't late, is he?"

Before the cub could answer, Feng Rao landed on the ground and snatched him from the Dragon God's embrace. After looking him up and down, his cold face finally eased a little.

The Dragon God was stunned and said angrily, "Why are you doing this? This is my precious grandson."

Feng Rao raised her eyebrows and said disapprovingly, "Without me, where would you have a daughter? Without a daughter, where would you have a grandson?"

Dragon God: "..."

Seeing the dragon and the phoenix, who looked like they were about to fight before they could say three words, Yan Xuekong blinked his golden eyes lightly, pulled one side of each hand, and acted softly: "Grandpa, grandma, Yanyan misses you."

The complexions of Dragon God and Feng Rao eased at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally calmed down.

"The two came to help, and the whole Yaozu is grateful."

The demon king walked over, glanced at the cub, and only then did he realize his identity, and sighed secretly, it turned out to be Dayan's little prince, no wonder he invited so many helpers.

First the King of Yaozhou, then the Dragon God of the Four Seas and the elders of the Feng Clan.

And the boy who killed countless Shuras with his sword is even more mysterious than these few. Is this the background of the Great Yan Dynasty?

Dragon God waved his hand and said: "In ancient times, the dragon and phoenix clans already owed the monster clan a share of karma, and now they have repaid both, so there is no need to thank them."

The Demon King nodded, turned to Yan Xuekong again, and said "Thank you".

"No, no, Grandpa Demon King, please take care of Uncle Yin." Yan Xuekong jumped off the ground, ran to the side of the big pit, poked his head inside, and asked softly, "Brother Junyu, is she dead?"

"Alive."

Xie Yuchen waved away the smoke and dust, revealing the black lotus flower and Qingzhu's increasingly illusory soul.

Feng Rao was just supporting the cub, she didn't go overboard and killed him directly, but Mo Lian had been seriously injured by the sword qi before, and now she didn't even have the spiritual power to transform into a human form.

Qingzhu looked at the people in front of her, feeling full of grievances and hatreds.

"13 years ago, the tragedy between the Yin family and the demon clan, I'm sorry, I couldn't stop it. But I have something to tell you, the original plan was set up by the Shura clan, and they were the ones who provoked the conflict between the two sides. Alian did not directly participate."

As soon as Yin Zhi woke up, he heard these words. Before he could question him, Yu Li said coldly: "Didn't she cause a fight at the wedding?"

Qing Zhu sighed: "It's not her. She only did one thing, and that was to break the Yin-Yang pen."

Yin Zhi was silent for a moment, then raised his head and said, "So, you are the ancestor of my Yin family?"

Qingzhu smiled wryly, not knowing how to answer for a while.

"I know this. He is the only demon clan who is expected to become a fairy after ancient times. The Yin family daughter is his "mortal calamity", that is, the calamity of the heart demon. After passing through, he can become a fairy, but he didn't can get through."

Long Shen said: "Actually, he is so powerful, how can he lose his memory so easily. If you want to blame, you can only blame the ruthless destiny."

The black lotus trembled, and the petals drooped like tears.

Qingzhu stopped explaining anything, and said softly: "You guys do it."

Yan Xuekong was puzzled and said, "Don't you want to save her? You obviously really want to."

"Heaven's punishment can be replaced, and people's hearts are unstoppable. She has been bewitched by the Shura clan and has lost herself. Instead of living and suffering, it is better to let me take her away." Qingzhu leaned over and saluted, and said slowly: "Your Highness, can you use the Yin Yang pen, send her one last trip?"

Everyone was silent. They hated Mo Lian to death before, but at this moment, they felt extremely sad.

Yan Xuekong thought for a while, held the yin-yang pen, and just drew the "Heavenly Heart Summoning God Talisman", and stuck it on Mo Lianzhen's body.

Mo Lian transformed into a woman's figure again, thanked Yan Xuekong with a nod, put her hand on Qingzhu's shoulder, and at the same time lowered her eyes, her soul was silent: "This time, is it a farewell?"

Qingzhu showed a smile as gentle as when they were together in the past: "Yes, A-Lian, life after life, I will say goodbye to Qing."

The voice fell, and the figures of the two disappeared at the same time.

On the Ten Thousand Demons Valley, the lingering black mist gradually faded away, the sun rose, and it was another new day.

Yan Xuekong squatted down, picked up a withered ink-colored lotus petal, looked at it for a while, hung it on the yin-yang brush, closed his eyes and folded his palms together, the little child, with a silent expression, made people read the feeling of compassion for all sentient beings.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, waiting silently.

The sun was shining brightly, and the demon king suddenly felt hot all over, and he sighed.

"Father, you, you are disappearing!" Yu Li grabbed the demon king tightly, and said in a panicked tone: "Hurry up and hide!"

The demon king patted her head, and said with a relieved smile: "Daughter, I have been dead for more than ten years, and now that the resentment is gone, I should go."

Yu Li shook her head frantically, and said in a mournful voice: "No, I beg you, Dad, don't leave me behind!"

"Forcibly staying in the world, just like Mo Lian, will eventually be harmed by obsession. Li'er, take good care of Bandit, let go of the past, and look forward."

The demon king reluctantly told him to open his hand in the sun, and it gradually turned into flying ash.

"Father, don't go, I still have a lot to say—" Yu Li jumped to the ground and fell to the ground, staring blankly at Kong's hands, tears streaming from her eyes.

With the howling of the wind, she instantly turned into a black wolf, chasing the sun and running in the mountains, as if she was chasing the last trace of the demon king in the world.

Yin Zhi looked at her figure, with tears in his eyes, feeling that everything is suffering, and he couldn't help it at all.

Hearing the movement, Yan Xuekong stood up and turned around. After taking a step, his eyes turned black and he fell into Xie Yuchen's arms. Ye Huanhuan looked at him and shouted in fright: "Your Highness, Your Highness is also disappearing!"

The cub's arms hang down, its figure fades away, and its long silver hair almost melts into the light and shadow.

"Yan Yan!"

Both Dragon God and Feng Rao's expressions changed. Xie Yuchen put his hand between his brows, instantly stabilizing his translucent body, and his voice was piercingly chilling: "Heaven's fate is against him, his ten-year-old fate has been brought forward."