Zhou Buyi's thoughts are just an inconspicuous point among the vast trend of thought among the hundreds of rebel army.

In fact, compared to heroes, he actually needs to try to learn to become a leader - "Taiping", which is not a simple thing that can be accomplished by defeating the demon army. Leading the remaining people of China to rebuild brilliant civilization on this defunct deep green wasteland is the important task that their generation needs to shoulder and what they need to accomplish the most.

At this time, after delivering a long speech, Su Zhou felt that he had enough of his leader's addiction to speech. He was about to return to his hometown after pretending to be silenced, so he raised the blade of destruction in his hand without hesitation and handed it to the Confucian Saint standing in front.

"Give it to you, the God Sword returns it to you."

His tone was natural, and Su Zhou had never thought of taking the Divine Sword for himself. Of course, without him, the Divine Sword would probably not be forged, but the blood, tears and sweat that countless heroes of the hundreds of rebel army gave for its birth was the real power to forge it.

The rare materials alone, the blood splashed in the middle of the transport of materials, is better than all words.

"Oh, what does this mean?"

But the next moment, the Confucian Sheng thought without thinking, and directly handed the Blade of Destruction back: "What are you doing, Grandmaster Su?"

"The Demon Emperor is dead." Su Zhou thought he couldn't express his meaning clearly: "It's useless for me to hold this thing." After that, he handed it back.

The Confucian Sheng firmly raised his hand and sent the magic sword back: "Don't, it's better for you to hold it."

——Even if the Blade of Destruction has the will, I would never have thought that I would have such a bad reputation and would be pushed around.

After taking the magic sword again, Su Zhou blinked. He wanted to continue to stuff the sword back into the hands of the Reign of Saint - does this man look down on his strength, right?

But soon, Shi Sheng, who was standing beside him, stepped forward quickly, gently pressed Su Zhou's hand, and persuaded with great sincerity: "Master Su, the divine sword is probably not tempting to you from Kunlun, but it is different for us!"

"This thing has innate power. For us ordinary people, it is like the immortal, and it is the source of turmoil. If a master holds this sword, who can resist its power head-on? If he wants to be the emperor, we can't resist!"

"The most important thing about order is balance or stability." The Taoist Saint also walked forward and shook his head at Su Zhou and said, "The stability of the former imperial system that governed everything with the highest authority may be the simplest and most efficient order."

"But if we encounter a single husband and evil man in power, it will be a catastrophe for all people - so what our hundreds of schools are trying to do now is the way of 'balance'... Master Su, even if we do not have you, after we killed the Demon Emperor with the divine sword, we plan to seal it together."

"But since you are..., take it back to Kunlun! If one day, the turmoil in this world will reign and there will be a group of demons that will cause trouble to the people, maybe there will be a day when you need to walk with your sword again and destroy the demons."

This sentence is sincere and sincere. The Religious Sage nodded slightly from the side. He stood with his hands behind his back, looking to the southwest with a little dazzled look: "Of course... it's better not to have that day."

That is the direction of the hometown of Confucian Saints.

These words were expressed, and there was a little noise in the Baijiayi Army, but now four great masters are discussing, and those dissatisfied people dare not continue to speak, and they can only remain silent.

"Uh, seriously."

Everyone said that this is enough, and Su Zhou would not be confused, because this idea was actually similar to what he thought before, but he did not expect that the other party could even refuse the magic sword... It was difficult to understand.

Retrieving the divine sword and slapped it around his waist, Su Zhou shook his head seriously: "I am just a young man. I have never had such a good weapon in my life. I usually use my own wooden gun and fist. Now you say you want to give me a divine weapon... Then what choice do I have besides surrender?"

If you have good things for free, you are a fool. It is one thing to forget your righteousness without seeing profit, but it is another thing to be tempted and false.

"Haha, your honesty is also one of the reasons why we are willing to believe you."

Seeing this, Dao Sheng stroked his beard and smiled heartily: "Not only that, we also plan to cast a statue for you - although the craftsman is still on the hospital bed, he said that when he gets better, he will carve a giant statue for you that can be remembered forever, so that those who come to the future can convey your deeds and reputation!"

"Uh, is it necessary?"

Although I felt extremely happy in my heart, I even laughed at Yara in my heart, "Haha, Yara, I have said a long time ago that as long as I take action, no matter what world it is, I will definitely be treated with extra courtesy. I will never be like you, and everyone will be beaten like you!" This kind of content, and I received a angrily 'nosed!' answer from Yara, but Su Zhou still hesitated on the surface: "It's a bit of a waste of money..."

"This is a deterrence." Ru Sheng said to Su Zhou with a smile, and then he turned around, his eyes shone sharply, and said loudly to the silent team behind him: "Same, it is to let future generations know that there was a demon emperor who wanted to kill tens of millions of people because of his own husband, which made China suffer."

"In order to let future generations know that even if the demon army swept the world and oppressed sentient beings, there will still be a hundred schools of thought that will rise up and fight with them until the last drop of bones and blood is gone."

"It is also to let future generations know that there is such a Kunlun Walker in this world who holds divine weapons, hates evil and will be born and killed by the chaos in the world."

——If you really want to leave, then you will become our deterrent.

This is a little thought that Su Zhou could hear from these three old masters.

"Yes... the divine wood restrains its strength and the wood energy condenses. If it were a real demon soldier, it might be fine, but if it were a human like the Three Saints who were infected by the wood energy and could prolong their lives... I'm afraid there would be no more time."

"So, I am afraid that after my death, the Baijiahui that originally condensed was fighting for division for the sake of the Divine Tree and the Blade of Destruction. They want to use my name as a deterrent to potentially existed ambitionists."

Su Zhou was very smart. After eating the fruit of wisdom, he could already understand the profound meaning behind these words, and everything the three old men had worked hard to design for this.

——So, why not?

So, he laughed loudly, turned around, opened his arms to the sacred wood, Su Zhou looked at the banyan tree withered with leaves, and then proclaimed loudly as before.

"Yes, too-should it be so!"

A few days later.

Carrying a large bag of spiritual plants, carrying a brand new dragon-horned cross spear, and carrying a blade of destruction on his waist, Su Zhou stood on the abandoned road leading to the northwest Kunlun Mountains.

The originally spacious national highway was already covered with weeds and shadows of trees, making it difficult to see the roads in the distance for a while.

But obviously, no one cared about such trivial matters.

Now, the three great masters who said goodbye to Su Zhou were the three great masters, Zhou Buyi, Li Daoran, Wei Lie, Liu Xizhao, Fang Hui, and other acquaintances in this world.

"Just send it here."

At Su Zhou's request, this was not a grand farewell party. After all, the children of the Wu family need so much entanglement? Just walk away, don't look back, where will we meet in life!

So, Su Zhou clasped his fists to everyone who bowed deeply to him, and then he turned his head with a smile, jumped into the sky, and left.

"The sun rises and Fusang is ten feet high, and everything in the world is as thin as hair. The wild man is angry and sees injustice, and he will wear the eternal knife in his chest!"

"I am not an ancient man. When I see injustice, I draw my sword. When I feel angry, I take action!"

"Everyone, I hope there will be a day of goodbye, and I hope there will be no day of 'goodbye'!"

When everyone raised their heads again, Su Zhou's figure that was leaving was gone between the strong wind and the shadows of the trees in the distance.

Everything seemed to have come to an end... Maybe.

In the distant sky, Su Zhou, who was gliding in the air with the help of the wind, took out the scale of the gods. With the excitement of spiritual power, the silver light lit up, and a ball of light showing the picture of an ordinary living room of the earth's residence appeared in front of him like a ball.

Su Zhou smiled and touched the light ball, and then his whole person turned into light and disappeared.

——Ride the wind, walk in the world, sing loudly, and sing frivolously!

——Walking alone thousands of miles, strolling around the world, seeing injustice on the road, draw your sword to help!
Chapter completed!