The group's favorite junior sister returns to save the whole family of resentful villains

Ji Qingzhou remained silent.

Shark.

Real dragon.

Phoenix.

Ah Si took out the "immortal fruit" and "immortal flower", which were suspected to be one of the ancient sacred trees, the immortal tree.

Xuanwu.

The demon clan to which the chatting group belongs are mostly the races that were wiped out in the war between the three realms more than 10,000 years ago.

She still remembered that when she first got the chat group, the rebellious little black bug said that he hadn't eaten for at least thousands of years.

At that time, Ji Qingzhou just thought that the rebellious little black bug was mentally ill and had no idea about these things.

In this world, only the cultivators in the God Transformation Stage, who are said to live as long as the sky, can live so long.

Now it seems that the rebellious little black bug was not without idea, he was just telling the truth.

She closed her eyes.

Many races became extinct in the ancient war among the three realms.

A rebellious little black bug that has lived for at least several thousand years and is suspected to be in the God Transformation Stage.

His strength is comparable to that of monsters such as the Immortal Tree and the Black Tortoise, and even higher than his.

What could trap them?

Where could they be trapped?

The answer is self-evident.

——The demon world, the tomb of the gods.

Ji Qingzhou thought that she already knew where the monsters were.

"...Hong Yueguang, please collect Qingqiu's body."

The bald chicken choked up and said, "She...she was a beautiful girl when she was young. Don't let her...fall to this point."

The Phoenix clan has gorgeous appearance, and both males and females are naturally playful, with few exceptions.

Ji Qingzhou once read an ancient book that recorded that a phoenix once said that even if it died, it would die tragically and beautifully, making those who saw and heard it cry.

Therefore, Ji Qingzhou did not use the wooden box to collect the phoenix head. Instead, he took out a huge piece of white jade from the Tianqing Yulin bracelet and made a coffin on the spot. He collected the phoenix head and scattered feathers on the ground and put them in the coffin.

"You will feel very uncomfortable in the next few days."

Ji Qingzhou said this to the bald chicken.

At that time, Bald Chicken didn't understand the meaning of Ji Qingzhou's words.

Until he saw that Ji Qingzhou had spent more than twenty days running around and searching in the madman's maze, and found many phoenix corpses from different levels and corners.

Whenever Ji Qingzhou found a piece of phoenix corpse, he would ask Bald Chicken to identify whether it was Feng Qingqiu's body.

It was the first time that the bald chicken realized that he had so many tears.

These tears are not all sadness, there are also...

gratitude.

He never thought that Ji Qingzhou planned to find all the remains of his niece for him just by seeing the head of the phoenix.

On the last day, Ji Qingzhou spent some time piecing together Feng Qingqiu's remains.

After confirming that nothing was missed, she acted according to the plan, using the spiritual weapon made of the Teng Snake to subdue the Madman's Labyrinth and seal the demon species inside.

"Sealing the demon species is a more urgent matter. This is all I can do now."

Ji Qingzhou promised Bald Chicken, "I will make time to prepare Feng Qingqiu's remains later."

There is a profession called "embalmer", who will decorate and dress up the dead.

If encountering a deceased person with a mutilated face or body, the undertaker will tidy up the remains and repair the damage so that the deceased can leave as dignified as possible.

As an alchemist, Ji Qingzhou is well-versed in medicine and understands the structure of the human body.

She also knows how to repair the human body.

Although the remains of the phoenix are different from the human body, some principles are the same.

If there is anything you don’t understand, you can ask Bald Chicken.

This was also what Ji Qingzhou had warned him from the beginning, telling him that he would be very uncomfortable for some time to come.

The bald chicken opened his mouth. He thought Ji Qingzhou had done his best by collecting the remains.

Anyway, the Phoenix clan will be cremated after death.

They came from the fire and they go out of the fire.

In the end, they all turn into a handful of ashes. How many people would care what they looked like when they were thrown into the fire?

But Ji Qingzhou cares about it.

"……Thanks."

The bald chicken had thousands of words in his heart, but in the end, all he uttered were these two simple yet very heavy words.

"No need to be so polite to me."

Ji Qingzhou said softly: "I have been well taken care of by you. This is all I can do for you."

If it weren't for those predecessors who were sealed in the tombs of the gods and resisted to the death, breaking the pace of the demon cultivators' invasion of the two worlds in the demon world, how could there be the peace between the immortal cultivator world and the demon world today?

She was afraid that she would never have the chance to be born into this world.

Ji Qingzhou was unable to travel back more than ten thousand years ago to fight alongside these predecessors.

The only thing she could do was to collect the bodies of her predecessors and bury them in peace more than ten thousand years later.

That's it.

Why thank?

"Next, I will head to the demon world."

Ji Qingzhou promised the monsters, "I will help your people rest in peace."

In the madman's maze, she made a promise to hand over Ren Xiu's ashes to the three sects and nine gates.

Ji Qingzhou brought the remaining 30,000 demon corpses and said to Liu Furuo and Xie Ziye who were traveling with him, "These 30,000 demon cultivators are all our predecessors who fought against the demon cultivators back then. The three sects and nine schools helped bury the sacrificed human cultivators. These demon elders should also return to their homeland."

Liu Furuo said: "Then after we pay tribute to our human ancestors in the front-line ruins cemetery, we will go to the demon world?"

Ji Qingzhou nodded. Even if this didn't happen, she had promised the chat group that she would go to the demon world.

Show them what the demon world looks like now after ten thousand years.

Ji Qingzhou added: "This trip to the demon world will probably take quite a while. After paying respects at the cemetery and returning to the camp, do you want to send a message to the sect?"

Liu Furuo nodded: "Yes, my mother has countless spies and can always find out where I'm going, but she will feel more at ease if I tell her about my long journey."

After going through a false life in the illusion, Liu Furuo and Liu Xihe took this opportunity to untie their knots.

Liu Furuo, who already admired her mother, is now even more affectionate towards Liu Xihe.

She always wanted to leave secretly in the past, but now she would say a few words to Liu Xihe even if she wanted to eat a candied haws.

Xie Ziye said, "I'll just leave a message."

He has always been free to come and go, and his master has great confidence in him, letting him do whatever he wants. The master only says a few words to him when he goes out to gain experience and returns to the sect, leaving a large amount of resources to the sect.

Tell him not to give away all the good things. He is not the reincarnation of the money-giving boy.

He was so selfless every day that the Buddha in the temple would come down from his lotus seat and pick him up to sit on.

Xie Ziye never listened to these, but his master never got discouraged by failure. He always found ways to give him the good things he brought back or gave them to him out of his own pocket.

Even though I haven't been successful once in the past twenty years, I still enjoy it.

Master once said to him: "I have put so much thought into this, just to make you, a fool, learn how to cherish yourself."

Xie Ziye never responded to this, as he could not tell his secret to his master.

He couldn't imagine how his master would look at him when he knew his identity as a demon cultivator.

But every time he went on a long journey, Xie Ziye would always remember to send a letter home to his master, telling him where he was going.