When the forest is deep, we see deer, when the sea is blue, when we see whales, when we wake up from our dreams.

But after that day, the forest is deep and the sea is blue and the waves are surging. You are gone in your dreams.

The deer walks through the fog, and the whale rises with the waves. If you turn around, I will still be behind you.

Chang Xi wiped away the tears from the corners of the eyes of the two women in his arms, "It's clear, stop crying."

Qingxuan grabbed the clothes of the man in front of her. A few years ago, he rushed into his heart with the scene of golden flames falling from the sky in Wushan. She was afraid that he would disappear again in the next second, so she trembled and sobbed, "Where have you died in so many years?"

Chang Xi hugged her shoulders, half-kneeled down and looked at her crying face gently. Even if they didn't say it, he knew the endless pains of these two widowed women who had just married and had been a widow over the years, and said apologetically: "I went to a place that was far and far away, and others could not find me. There were many people there to help me, otherwise I might be a displaced ghost until now."

Xin Tong buried her head in his chest, and she didn't want to ask her where the man had gone over the years. The woman was careful. Judging from the millions of Yin soldiers who swept through Erhai Lake like a dark tide, it was not difficult to guess that Chang Xi was indeed dead back then. But as for how her man was able to return to the world from the underworld, she didn't care about this.

As long as he comes back, that's enough.

A barefoot woman blooming like a snow lotus among thousands of troops looked over and raised her lips gracefully. Did the two women who were outstanding are his wives?

His eyes are still as vicious as ever.

It is said that a couple is better than a newlywed marriage, not to mention that life and death are separated by several years. Aside from the excitement and joy of reunion, the rest is only the grinding of each other's heart. Jun Mo, who was regained half of his life from the King of Hell with Fenghuangyan, slowly opened his eyes and found that the brother standing in front of him was the brother who had drunk and talked to him. The iron-blooded general who had never taken a step back on the battlefield, had tears rolled down, and cried hoarsely: "The sky has eyes!"

After losing the two princes, the sea-fixing needle, the 200,000 demon clan army began to retreat under the encirclement of the Immortal Alliance Alliance and millions of Yin soldiers, and fell into a situation of being surrounded by enemies. Among the elites of the demon clan who were fighting against the enemy, there were indeed many brave people who were fearless in their lives. The ones who supported them to fight to the death were lucky in their hearts. On the land of the demonic realm where heroes were separating the heroes, each of the forces had their own iron-law military laws on the battlefield, such as retreating without authorization, and the demonic army that rushed from the demonic realm to the southern border, but they never expected that the human monks who opposed their race would treat prisoners of war well.

But all the luck and resistance of the demon army were completely wiped out with the eagle that pierced the eardrums above their heads, and the two old men who fell into the sea and the men in gorgeous clothes that were tied to pieces.

The two royal shadows were killed and the fourth prince, one of the commander, was captured alive.

No matter how fierce and fearless the demon elites were, they felt that something was broken and collapsed in their hearts. They held the weapons that were soggy and slippery that were soaked by blood and hung down without any force.

In their eyes, the last reflection of the figures of human monks who were flooding the sky. Countless sword lights flashed by, and there was no future.

After this battle, there was no war on the Western Front.

After destroying the demon army, Cheng Wei, who was one of the best in the Tianjian Peak, didn't mind showing an unprecedented fatigue in front of his junior brothers. He sat on the sea and the Longquan sword that had been following him for a long time in his hand had become bumpy. The sword cultivator's sword was like his closest lover. He was reluctant to abandon it, and he would not bother the brothers of the Divine Artifact Peak to return to the furnace and smel.

He didn't dare to close his eyes and rest, for fear that he would sleep for three days and three nights after closing his eyes.

Cheng Wei looked at the Erhai Lake, which was no longer blue and reddish-brown. When he came, less than half of the eight thousand disciples of Tianjian Peak were born. There was a couple who formed a Taoist couple forever, and there were also brothers with similar intentions. There was an unwritten tradition in Qingyun Mountain. With just a slight chance, the corpse of his companion would not be allowed to wander outside the sect. The disciples of Tianjian Peak were looking for the corpse of their companions on the Erhai Lake, which was full of broken corpses, and even if there was only a piece of meat and cloth left, they would still take them home.

He looked somewhere in the battlefield. A baby-faced Qingyunfeng sword cultivator with a baby face was covered with red sleeves from under his right shoulder. He took out the broken arm from the pile of corpses, which was soaked in sea water until it was white and still holding the sword. He was crazy about putting his broken arm back on his shoulder. As soon as he let go, his broken arm thrust and fell into the water. After he repeated this several times, he finally accepted the facts and began to choke, and then cried out, with an indescribable misery and sadness.

Compared with those who died in this Western Region border war, he was undoubtedly lucky. But it was not easy to live with scars after walking off the battlefield.

In addition to winning the battle and capturing the fourth prince alive, the true identity of the man in black robe who led the divine weapon to the sky was soon revealed. It was Chang Xi, a disciple of the back mountain who exchanged death with the sixth prince of the Demon Realm in Wushan a few years ago!

All the disciples of Qingyun Peak and Tianjian Peak were shocked.

On the way back to Qingyun Mountain, Chang Xi, after a brief period of warmth and his two beautiful wives, Xin Tong and Qing Xuan, began to deal with the post-war planning of Dongyou's troops.

There were nearly 2,000 people from the Dongyou tribe, especially after most soldiers' cultivation reached the Nascent Soul Realm and the God Transformation Realm, it was difficult to get resources for them to practice with Chang Xi alone. To support such a lieutenant-level battle department, without matching background and family background, it would be tantamount to destroy the future. He asked Su You to help conceive a blueprint plan to form a force, but now he has a general direction. Several battalion leaders of the Dongyou tribe and the powerful monsters of the ten clans under Qinglongtan began to offer advice. Unexpectedly, these guys had some good ideas. As everyone's discussion became more and more popular, the three dragon sons also participated, which made everyone's enthusiasm even more stirred up.

Chang Xi brought Yuehong Sword to a secret room in the battleship. He couldn't tell the truth about Yuehong Sword Spirit, and told the little guy about his experience over the years, which made the boy-like sword spirit stunned.

Chang Xi sat cross-legged and said seriously: "Yuehong, do you remember that you told me that your memory was damaged and turned into countless pieces, but can't you remember why you appeared in the human world?"

Seeing the master's serious appearance, Yuehong calmed down and nodded slightly.

"I think I should find a way to awaken your memory now."

Chang Xi smiled and raised his fingers and made a gesture, opening his mind to Yuehong Sword Spirit without reservation.

After four or five years, he entered the internal space of the Yuehong Sword again.

Chang Xi walked in the inner space of the Yuehong Sword like a sea of ​​sword energy, and came to a huge hall gate made up of countless memory fragments. The boy-like Yuehong Sword Spirit had already been waiting in front of the door.

As the master's cultivation progressed rapidly, Yuehong had already recalled a lot of memories including many sword magical powers, but still couldn't remember his life experience at all. He said frankly: "Master, what should I do?"

"You don't have to do anything, I will guide you with the information I know."

Chang Xi squatted down, pressed Yuehong's eyebrows with his fingertips, closed his eyes, and flashed back to his mind that the elder brother had revealed the truth from the fairy world to him, and murmured.

"The Demon Realm invaded, the Immortal Realm was broken, the Heavenly Court collapsed, and no more ascendance!"

The beautiful boy's face of Yuehong's sword spirit became extremely ferocious under the guidance of a few sixteen words. It seemed that there was something painful memory that had been suppressed for a long time but could not remember it, and an extremely shrill sound of sword burst out from his tender voice, and the sound of swords was filled with regret soaked in blood.
Chapter completed!