Banished Disciple’s Counterattack

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boom!

The thunder sounded like thunder, ringing through the heavens.

Ye Chen, which was smaller than the gravel, crashed the magic pillar that was standing tall.

The world was turbulent, and a dark halo spread out from the North Cangyuan indefinitely. Wherever it went, the demon disappeared in pieces, whether it was a magic soldier or a general, but everyone who was contaminated by the black halo, It will instantly turn into fly ash, and no trace will be found.

No ... no no ...!

In the dim world, filled with such a terrifying roar, the demon soldier will growl in despair.

The Optimus Pillar is the root of the invasion of the Great Demon. It was destroyed, and the Devils in the Great Chu were destroyed as well. This is why the Devils tried to protect the Optimus Magic Pillar from beginning to end.

This is a huge and scary picture.

Looking down at the sky, the heavenly demon soldier covered with the earth seems to be smoothed by a large invisible hand.

Asshole!

In the nothingness, there seemed to be such a voice, cold and majestic.

It was supposed to be an emperor of the Demon Realm who was about to come to Da Chu, but failed to come because the Optimus Pillar was destroyed.

I don't know how long it took before the roar of this land died down, and Dachu had no more demon.

Heaven and earth, at this moment fell into a deadly silence.

Da Chu was stricken with blemishes, all eyes were bloody, the corpses ran across the field, and the blood flowed into the river.

The broken Dachu battle flag is still screaming in the wind, stained with the blood of Monk Dachu. Those who were once living lives are now lying on this land.

In the corner of the earth, Ye Chen lay there quietly.

He was not dead. His messy white hair was stained with blood, covering his half vicissitudes of his face. He looked so old and tired, as if he was going to sleep for ten thousand years.

He won without disappointing Wanyu Cangsheng, and repaying the blood debt for the 90 million heroes in Dachu.

The breeze blew softly, as if with the call of the Yiren, moving his blood-stained white hair, and stroking his sacred body, hoping that the vicissitudes of tiredness could sleep more peacefully.

broken!

After all, the silence of this land was broken by a cry.

The Tianxuan Gate was unsealed, and a bright light was inserted into the supper, breaking through the imprisonment of that shelter, and poking out all the heavens into a large cave. The chaos and cloud that covered the sky were also dialed open.

Suddenly, a dazzling ray of sunlight was transmitted above the earth, this should be the first ray of sunlight since the invasion of the demon.

The chaotic clouds and mists are constantly dissipating, exposing the blue sky, and the gentle sunshine pouring over the earth, the dim Da Chu, seeing the light again after the devastation.

God manifested! God manifested!

The light once again filled the world, and the mortals were stunned one by one, and bowed reverently, hoping that God would not be in distress.

However, where do they know, in order to see the light again in this world, what a terrible price the fairies in their mouths paid, every ray of sunlight was exchanged with the blood of countless monks, and it was bright again. Can not erase the dazzling blood red that day.

Under the sun, sleeping Ye Chen was taken away.

Da Chu's world is still peaceful.

I didn't know how long it took before I heard the wailing sound.

Looking away, there are three and two figures, all of them young monks, looking for their loved ones in the blood of the dead.

There are monks in Dachu, but few are negligible, and they are basically young monks. They fought against the demons, and their ancestors were in charge, and they survived the catastrophe.

The demons died, and more and more young monks set foot on the land of Beichu, searching in the vast world, and wailing loudly.

Nan Chu.

Ye Chen was lying quietly on the ice jade bed, as motionless as an ice sculpture. Since being brought back, he has been sleeping for nine days.

On these nine days, he slept very peacefully, and the broken sacred body was constantly restored in the deep sleep, but the dark wounds of the battle with the emperor were imprinted in his bones, and could not be erased overnight.

In front of Bingyu's bed, there was a beautiful shadow, and a closer look, it was Xiong Er's wife Tang Ruxuan.

She was one of the few survivors of Brother Dachu. The entire Heng Yuezong, except Ye Chen, was the only one alive. She found Ye Chen, but she did not find her husband.

There is a petite figure on her side.

That was Ruo Xi, not a monk, but a survivor. At this moment, he looked at Ye Chen on Bingyu's bed with big eyes, and sometimes he stretched out a small hand to touch Ye Chen's face.

On the tenth day, sleeping Ye Chen, the little finger trembled slightly.

The next moment, he opened his eyes tiredly, his eyes were cloudy, with a touch of vicissitudes of confusion.

"Brother Ye, you are awake." Tang Ruxuan, who was standing in front of Bingyu's bed, hurried forward.

"Where is this?" Ye Chen's voice was hoarse.

"Heng Yuezong." Tang Ruxuan laughed with tears in her face, and her face was awkward.

"Heng Yuezong." Ye Chen murmured, a tingling in her heart, and did not dare to look directly at Tang Ruxuan's eyes. Her husband fought with him. It was his brother, but he was buried elsewhere.

Suddenly, he stepped off the ice jade bed and stepped out of the attic.

Today's Hengyue is dilapidated, more than 90% of Lingshan and the halls of the temple have collapsed, and there is a mess everywhere. This is the former wonderland of Hengyue.

He said nothing, raised his foot and walked out of Heng Yuezong, with white hair, and his back seemed to be bleak.

On the ground of Nanchu, he walked without boundaries, went to the headquarters of Tianting, and went to Qingyunzong and Zhengyangzong.

Almost every corner of Nan Chu left his back.

Everywhere I go, I will stop for a long time. On the stricken earth, he can see a few familiar figures and familiar faces, interweaving with a memory of his heart.

Traveling all over Nanchu, he set foot on the land of Beichu.

Nowadays, in the world of monks in Dachu, it is difficult to see monks again and again.

The vast land is too empty and deadly silent.

As in the southern Chu, the northern Chu land is also full of scars. There will be no more cities, no more complete mountains, great mountains and rivers, and the slaughtering body will not be finished.

He walked without boundaries, every inch of the land under his feet was stained with the blood of Monk Da Chu, and the 90 million Da Chu Ying soul had his lover, apprentice, master, brother and ancestor.

His eyes were blurred.

What a heaven and earth, this land should not be like this, it should have living beings, it should have laughter.

Of course, the living creatures that deserve it, the laughter that it deserves, but in the vicissitudes of memory, has turned into a ridiculous puppet, a tribute from generation to generation, lamenting it for generations.

He went all the way, and picked up all the way, like a late old man, like a poor scavenger, picking up the remaining blood bones of the undead, and picking up the weapons of the British soul before he died. It was them who, for the continuation of this land, made the last drop of blood.

The breeze blew, and he raised his hand slightly, and grasped the ground.

Hum!

With the turbulence of the earth, a stele was condensed, and there were thousands of feet, standing tall.

He waved his palm, with heavy grief, engraved three words on the tombstone: Heroes grave.

He did not leave, standing quietly in front of the tombstone of Wanzhang, holding a bamboo knife in his hand, and constantly engraving on the tombstone. That was a personal name. They died for this land, and they should be remembered by future generations.

Tang Ruxuan also came and engraved Xiong Er's name with tears.

On the silent night, the surviving young monks rushed to the place, each holding a bamboo knife, each with tears, one by one, engraving a personal name on the hero's tombstone.