After reconciliation with Jianzun

That was the half forearm of the Demon Lord.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Mozun turned around and was about to fly towards the crack.

Shengjian Lingkong stood in front of the demon king first, and flicked the viscous liquid from Yejian, his expression was cold and indifferent.

Ji Taxue and the others had already controlled the situation, and flew into the air one by one, trapping the Mozun in the middle.

Behind the half-Buddha sage, dense golden Buddhist texts appeared: "The sins of the past hundred years, it is time to end."

Ye Zhili stood at a little distance away, looking at Mozun with an expression on his face.

The master who is still talking nonsense in the palace, who holds the power of life and death in the demon world, holds the broken sword of the world in his right hand, and the blood dripping from his left arm makes the sound of burning. There is even a fresh bloodstain from the left forehead to the corner of the mouth on that stunning and beautiful face.

Perhaps there is a spirit in the sky, or the monks deliberately avoided it. The hill in Xushuizhou where the seniors who died fighting against the demons was buried has not been affected by any influence, and they are solemnly meeting the demon king face to face.

The tombstones of different shapes are like a pair of unswerving moves, a pair of hands that have been waiting for a long time and turned into bones. After years and blood and the efforts of countless people, they finally ushered in the never-forgotten love. would like to.

As the half-Buddha sage said, everything should end.

After today, everything is born again.

At this moment of end, Mozun, who had written about the end of the road, suddenly looked at Ye Zhili who was standing behind, with a ferocious and crazy expression.

"Finish?"

"If the deity can't get it, you can't even think about it!"

The broken Chen Huan sword fell from the sky, and the most powerful demonic energy suddenly erupted from Mozun's body. Even Sheng Jian didn't want to face it directly, and flew away with Ye Zhili.

This extremely aggressive force didn't shoot at any of the monks present, but directly crashed into the crack abyss.

The violent roar caused the wind and clouds to shake, and the sky and the earth changed color. The abyss first expanded to the surroundings for a moment, and then continued to shrink inward...

Ji Taxue's pupils froze, and she shouted: "Get out of the way! The demon blew himself up, and the crack is about to explode!"

In the midst of all the chaos, Ye Zhili faintly felt that something was wrong.

wrong.

more than!

He was about to talk to Sheng Jian, but was handed over by Sheng Jian to Xu Song who was retreating.

"take care of yourself."

Sheng Jian mobilized all his spiritual power to condense into a huge ball of light, and flew towards the north of Xuanjian Pavilion.

The crack exploded in the next moment, but the death energy did not disperse to the surroundings. Instead, it turned into a monster that looked like an evil dragon, and rushed to the northern defense point of Xuanjian Pavilion.

Ye Zhili pushed Xu Song away: "Demon Lord is not going to blow up the crack! He is going to blow up the underworld!"

Just before the howling evil dragon was about to hit the ground, a tiny snowflake fell from the sky.

With the northern defense point as the center, the entire Xushui Island was covered with pure white in an instant.

Sheng Jian's spiritual power formed a solid ice layer at the northern defense point, and the evil dragon slammed into the ice layer, and the ground cracked several huge cracks under the violent impact.

But the evil dragon still didn't give up, and tried its best to get into the cave of ten thousand demons and destroy the underworld in the nether world.

The pattern between Sheng Jian's eyebrows became brighter and brighter, and the chill did not subside for a moment, and he clung to the body of the evil dragon.

Mouth, horns, head, claws, body, wings, tail.

The evil dragon was frozen inch by inch into a huge ice sculpture, and finally hit the ground heavily with its eyes wide open.

ended……

Ye Zhili was startled to realize that he had forgotten to breathe since the moment the evil dragon appeared, and couldn't help panting heavily while clutching his chest.

He ignored the physiological tears seeping from the corner of his eyes, Yu Jian flew towards Sheng Jian.

To stop the demon's self-explosive power and so much dead energy, Sheng Jian's spiritual power has probably been exhausted, so he has to bring him back.

very tired.

Shengma must be more tired.

But when he managed to get close to Sheng Jian with his tired body, he heard Sheng Jian's harmonious voice say to him: "Don't come over."

Ye Zhili froze on the spot, his face full of bewilderment: "What's wrong..."

Sheng Jian didn't answer, just looked at him quietly, in front of countless monks, there was gentleness between his usually cold brows and eyes.

Obviously, the snow was still blowing, and the monks below were also cheering and celebrating, but Ye Zhili felt that everything seemed to be frozen, so that he could only hear his own heartbeat that was getting faster and faster.

Feeling crazy and uneasy before being rational, he forced a smile and said to Sheng Jian: "You come back."

He tried to take a step towards Sheng Jian, and Sheng Jian finally made a sound, but only called his name in a deep voice: "Zhili."

Nostalgic and reluctant.

and deep guilt.

Ye Zhili seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move no matter what.

The next moment, those beautiful deer eyes suddenly widened.

The dead energy scattered between the heaven and the earth seems to be attracted, and they penetrate into Sheng Jian's body one by one, and the ice layer that freezes the evil dragon quietly melts away, shaking its body and swallowing towards Sheng Jian, but it is also sucked back by Sheng Jian .

He murmured, "What are you doing?"

Sheng Jian said calmly: "The circle of reincarnation has suppressed the source of death energy, and the Demon Lord is no longer there, but the death energy remaining in the human world will still erode the boundary between humans and demons."

More and more dead energy entered Sheng Jian's body, compared with the magic energy sucked for him that day, it was just the tip of the iceberg.

It has reached an irreversible point.

Ye Zhili understood Sheng Jian's plan.

Yuanheng Sword Master is not the father of heaven and the mother of earth, but the meridians of the body are indeed rare in a thousand years, so that they can bear the most lingering spiritual root and mana in the world.

In order to protect Huang Quan, Sheng Jian exhausted his spiritual power, and his body became an excellent empty container.

Sheng Jian wants to... take away all the remaining lifelessness in the world, and completely close the gates of the two worlds of humans and demons...

why...

Shengma why!

Do you really think you are a saint who saves the common people?

Why do you choose to sacrifice if you say sacrifice!Have you ever asked him!

Have you discussed it with him?

Ye Zhili wanted to rush towards Shengjian regardless, but was firmly grabbed by the half-Buddhist saint who came in time: "You can't go over now, you will be involved!"

Hei Wuchang also pressed his shoulder, his voice trembling: "It's too late."

Everyone was either shocked or reluctant, and some even couldn't bear to look at it, and who else said with a low hoarse cry, "Sword Master Gao Yi".

Only Ye Zhili looked crazy, with red eyes, and under the interception of several people in Xuanjian Pavilion, he cursed at Sheng Jian loudly: "Sheng Jian! You bastard!"

"You bastard!"

"fraud!"

"Are all those words you said fart!"

He didn't utter as many dirty words in his two lifetimes combined as he did in this moment.

It's not that he can't understand. If it were him, he would be willing to sacrifice himself for peace.

But the matter of death fell on Sheng Jian unexpectedly, how would he accept it?

Facing Ye Zhili's accusation, Sheng Jian remained silent, and the lines between his brows became darker as the death energy penetrated into his body increased.

Ye Zhili thought, Sheng Jian must be very painful.

For so many years, no matter how serious the injury was, Sheng Jian never let out a muffled groan, but at this moment, Sheng Jian's brows were furrowed.

Looking at the wrinkle, he drooped his arms dejectedly, and tears had already flowed all over his face.

"Shengma...you can't leave me..."

The cracks are formed by dead energy, and the Demon Lord called all the cracks in the world to Xushuizhou, and now these dead energy has entered Sheng Jian's body.

In those eyes that were always indifferent, the light had already begun to fade.

Even though he couldn't see anything clearly, Sheng Jian still accurately captured Ye Zhili's position, and said apologetically, "I won't tell you, because I'm afraid I'll be reluctant.

"Once you start, you can't stop."

"I'm afraid of me, I can't bear it."

"Knowledge."

"Chang'an."

The voice was intermittent, except for the trembling of the lips.

After the last wisp of dead air penetrated into Sheng Jian's body, the surroundings fell into silence.

Ye Zhili didn't know where the power came from, rushed past the obstacles of the half-Buddhist saint and Hei Wuchang, jumped up from the flying sword, and rushed towards Sheng Jian in mid-air.

But he didn't touch anything.

Sheng Jian disappeared into the bright sun in the sky like air.

A cluster of clean white snow hugged him and landed slowly. The moment his feet were firmly grounded, it turned into translucent snow water, and merged into a palm-sized water beach along the uneven ground. Nothing left.

In the final decisive battle, because the overall cultivation of Xuanjian Pavilion was relatively high, and comprehensive preparations had been made early, the loss was not too big, but many places needed to be rebuilt.

After Sheng Jian's death, everyone thought that Ye Zhili would be depressed for a while, at least he would be seriously ill.

Yao Wu even moved the medicine box, but no one expected that Ye Zhili only slept, washed up before dawn the next day and changed into clean clothes, and brought Cong Yejian to Ji Taxue farewell.

The battle between immortals and demons is over, and at the end, some monks came to help and witnessed Sheng Jian's sacrifice.

But in the eyes of more people, Sheng Jian is still the traitor who stole the Hunyuan Qiankun bottle and rescued the former Taoist couple.

He is going to Xianmeng, to tell the truth to the world, and to wash away the grievances of Shengjian.

For his safety, Ji Wobing personally sent him to Xianmeng.

As the cousin of the owner of Xuanjian Pavilion, Ji Wobing's attitude is the attitude of Xuanjian Pavilion.

After his reputation was cleared, Ye Zhili did not return to Xuanjian Pavilion, but began to travel around.

He was able to recover from the grief of Sheng Jian's death so quickly, not only to help Sheng Jian regain his reputation, but also because he had a dream that night.

That was the scene of falling in Shengjian's hospital shortly after the decisive battle.

The difference from the reality is that Shengjian told him three options when he handed over the Erxia Beast's wooden carving.

Sheng Jian's purpose is to dispel the dead energy in the world, and the soul is scattered, and the wood carving has a complete ray of Sheng Jian's soul.

If he wants, he can collect the souls of Sheng Jian scattered all over the world.

If he hates Sheng Jian's deceit, he can burn the wood carving.

If he has no love or hatred, he can give the wood carving to someone in Xuanjian Pavilion.

After waking up, he gritted his teeth and scolded Sheng Jian again, and then made his own choice without hesitation.

There was no threat from monsters, no threat from the realm of comprehension, even if he was alone, he walked very leisurely.

The centuries-old war has finally come to an end, and all the realms are rebuilding their homes. Many sects have settled near the cracks in order to guard them. Now that the cracks have disappeared, some are considering moving back, and some are too lazy to bother.

When in need, Ye Zhili will help out as much as he can. He has a gentle temperament and good looks, and his cultivation is not bad. He has made many friends along the way.

In addition to new friends, he also met a few old friends.

Such as Zong Shaoyuan and Xu Ming.

Although he didn't do it himself, Zong Xiangling died because the demon king plotted against him.

And Shi Bin.

Shi Bin and Ye Zi are close brothers. Although Ye Zi's death was indeed an accident, he took Ye Zi's body after all.

He brought two handfuls of souls from the underworld, and with his ability, he could only do so much.

During the winter gathering in Xuanjian Pavilion this year, Ye Zhili was carrying a wooden carving in his arms, walking through the snow-capped mountains alone, with his cultivation and Shengjian's soul protection, he could not feel the cold at all.

In order to get rid of the dead energy, Sheng Jian's souls were too scattered, he walked for several months, and only collected a few.

But it doesn't matter, it's only been a few months, and with his current cultivation base, he can live for a long time.

In the winter of the following year, he went alone to Hongyun City to release the river lanterns. Coincidentally, he met the same Taoist couple again.

During the turmoil in Hongyun City, the Taoist couple already knew the identities of him and Sheng Jian, and later also learned that Sheng Jian fell for the sake of the world, so the two of them had a drink with him.

While drunk, he scolded Sheng Jian.

As a result, in his dream that night, he saw Sheng Jian again, and buried himself in Sheng Jian's arms, crying for a long time.

After waking up, there was nothing around me, only the pillow towel was wet.

So he scolded Sheng Jian again.

Yao Wu's pamphlets are no longer scribbled, but the love story between him and Sheng Jian has spread more widely.

So much so that when he passed by a certain place and wanted to visit a monk, the boy guarding the gate shouted while running in: "Master! The widow of Sword Master Yuanheng is here!"

In a waking state, in front of outsiders, he held back this time.

After an unknown amount of time, he was a little tired from walking, so he returned to the small courtyard in Yanquan Mountain.

The small courtyard was still the same as when he and Sheng Jian left, it was clean and no one had ever entered.

He slept after setting up the newly bought things, and got up the next day to write and draw on the table.

Xia Xingchui told him that there is a shortage of mages in the comprehension world now, and if he has an idea, Xianmeng can help him establish a sect with money.

He refused.

No matter what, he still bears the name of the head of the Xuanjian Pavilion, so what's the point of going to build a sect.

However, he is willing to compile some of his experience into a book for those who are good at this way in the world to practice.

A few months later, the book was officially completed, and he stayed up for several days and nights for the ending, feeling dizzy all over.

There was a long-lost heavy snowfall outside the window, and after tidying up his things briefly, Ye Zhili came to the window and stretched, and in his long breath, he smelled a fresh fragrance.

The plum blossoms brought by Ji Taxue bloomed.

With a faint smile on Ye Zhili's lips, he found a cold blue jar from the cabinet, put it in his sleeve without an umbrella, and put it into the snow.

Fresh snow on the first plum blossoms, perfect for winemaking.

He was concentrating on shaking the snow into the jar, maybe his life was so peaceful that he didn't notice that the ice cubes falling from the eaves dangled and fell straight down due to the wind blowing.

Seeing that the ice cube was about to hit his shoulder, a slender hand stuck out from behind him, and it was no crisis to stop him steadily.

Ye Zhili looked back.

When we meet old friends, the wind stops and the snow stops.

The author has something to say: the text is over!There will be a few extra chapters later, thanks to all the little angels who have seen this!

Thank you Master, I Lu, I Li, and I Satsuki!

Have the first finished article, happy!I will try my best to bring you better stories in the future!

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In the near future, there will be a book titled "Leader's Substitute Resigned". It's bloody hzc. Interested little angels can bookmark it~

100 years ago, the master advised him that what he was obsessed with was just a vain, but for the sake of his family, he went down the mountain and returned to the He family.

50 years ago, his brother advised him that Fang Yan might not be a good man, he went to Fang Yan's side because of his obsession with love.

In the He family, He Zhizhou was treated with cold eyes, and all the credit for life and death was attributed to his half-brother He Yuanting. Even Fang Yan used him as a substitute—because he was [-]% like He Yuanting. His face was with him.

When something happened to He Yuanting, the relatives and lovers he respected all hoped that he would die in He Yuanting's place.

He Zhizhou lit a fire, and in the sea of ​​flames, he sighed softly when he had his last breath left:

"In the past 100 years, I regret it."

This time, he cut through the nine heavens with a single sword, and split three thousand threads of love.

Later, he swung the long sword in his hand, and the sharp tip of the sword touched Fang Yan's neck, his eyes were cold: "Who do you think is like He Yuanting?"

Fang Yan grabbed the blade and stabbed himself in the heart, the gentle scum smiled: "Of course that brat is like you, how about I apologize to you like this?"

【small theater】

After He Zhizhou's death, Fang Yan rushed to the foot of Zhujiange Mountain in a state of embarrassment. He was soaked in the rain, but he only waited for He Zhizhou's senior brother to come.

The brother's face was harmless to humans and animals, but the words he said were heart-wrenching:

"I heard that leader Fang once deduced that Zhou went to suffer eight or sixty-four thunders for others. Now it's better to experience it for yourself. If leader Fang can survive, let's talk about asking for a meeting."