Wang Jiu spent a little time sorting out the current situation.

It is normal to think about the crushing and rebirth of the sword world carefully: since the defeated side in that decisive battle can rekindle and make a comeback in the thousands of worlds, how could the God of Heaven, as the victorious side, return to the whiteboard overnight?

The most important part of the memory of the decisive battle was lost. Wang Jiu actually did not see with his own eyes that the prosperous and vast sword world was wiped out. When the rolling demonic energy broke the barriers of the divine sword and swept the inside of the sword world, he was actually giving everything in the internal world a chance to escape.

However, the subsequent development is very abnormal.

After ten thousand years of reunion, these sword worlds actually have such a strong hostility towards themselves, and the root of this hostility is actually emotional life?!

What kind of emotional life does the God Sword of Heaven need? It’s all done with swordsmanship! The endless pursuit of swordsmanship should be deeply rooted in the essence of existence. It is above everything else. How can it be shaken by mere emotions!?

After a moment of silence, Wang Jiu reconsidered and believed that this strange change was mostly related to the environment.

"Are you guys broken brains?"

Wang Jiu said, and couldn't help but feel worried about the sword worlds that were scattered and growing.

"You are really broken!" The other party refuted without hesitation, "It's a waste of natural resources without knowing it! You are just a scumbag like you, just wait to be punished by heaven!"

Wang Jiu had to ask: "What should I do to be a waste of resources?"

"Of course it is to give happiness to those women who love you!"

"I have given it." Wang Jiu said naturally, "I defeated the Great Demon God Emperor, saved their favorite Jiuzhou Continent, and saved human civilization. Is there a happier ending than this?"

"...Don't go off topic, we're discussing your emotional life!"

Wang Jiu retorted: "The battle between immortals and demons is the background of emotional life, how can it be considered off-topic? No matter I have not formed a complete human emotional system, discussing emotional life lacks the necessary conditions. No matter how rich and delicate my feelings are, I cannot be obsessed with the love of my children when the demons invade."

"I have decided not to be a neutral party. Scum like you should be destroyed humanely. I will join the sanctions party now. When we eliminate the demons, we will settle the accounts with you!"

After saying that, the indignant voice disappeared.

After the conversation ended, Wang Jiu felt that there were too many question marks in his mind that were about to explode.

In his lifetime, this was definitely one of the most inexplicable conversations he had ever experienced. However, Wang Jiu did not waste time tangling the content of this conversation, because such difficult puzzles would be left to experts to deal with.

Just like during the war between immortals and demons.

“…”

After listening to Wang Jiu's retelling, everyone in the mother nest was silent and fell into deep shock.

Wang Jiu could understand their silence very well, and waited patiently on the side for them to digest the massive amount of information, and then gave rational suggestions.

However, after waiting for a long time, Zhao Chenlu's eyes slowly turned red and tears couldn't stop flowing down.

When Zhao Chenlu was seen by Xiaobai, the sect leader and others beside her, she seemed a little embarrassed. She tried to control her tears and smiled several times, but her heart was surging, and she became more and more entangled. She cried and laughed. Then she simply turned her back and stopped seeing her face.

Wang Jiu was simply puzzled: "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing." Zhao Chenlu sobbed twice, calmed her voice and said, "I just couldn't help myself. I didn't expect that you were so deeply in love with me, and my long-cherished wish for me for so many years had a result..."

After hearing this, Wang Jiu felt something was wrong, so he frowned and said, "Wait, this deep affection is not a misunderstanding, their attitude does not represent my attitude."

Zhao Chenlu turned a deaf ear: "The so-called emptiness after victory is like this. Is this pleasure from the deepest part of the heart a sweetness of love or a sense of accomplishment from stepping on Concubine Shang Lan? It's really...extremely subtle."

Wang Jiu continued to correct: "Your so-called sense of emptiness should come from a misunderstanding."

Zhao Chenlu smiled softly: "I will have a family in the future. What is the name of the first child? By the way, do you like the original name or the current one? Although I don't like the name Wang Jiu very much, the surname Wang is actually good."

Wang Jiu opened his mouth, feeling that he could no longer join the topic.

However, Zhao Chenlu didn't immerse herself in her small world for too long. After sighing with satisfaction, she gradually restrained her smile and said, "I... always have a bad premonition."

Wang Jiu continued to remain silent because he was not sure if this was another method of showing off his happiness by Zhao Chenlu, such as the next sentence: I am afraid that I will suffer from heavenly disasters if I am too happy.

On the other side, Xiaobai also frowned: "I also think something is wrong. I always feel that things are going too smoothly. Generally, this kind of plot will always be accompanied by reversals."

Zhao Chenlu nodded: "Shang Yatou has always been insidious and cunning, and he must be careful, but I think the root of the problem is not her."

At this time, the sect leader suddenly spoke, "I'm sorry to interrupt your topic. I think, if I understand correctly, will our biggest crisis no longer exist?"

Zhao Chenlu was stunned for a moment: "I haven't considered it yet... It seems that this is true. Since the external divine sword has a clone, it means that the threat from the demon clan is actually irrelevant at all."

Xiaobai remained silent and nodded after a long time: "Although I was reluctant to admit it, if the Heavenly Divine Sword could spread the sword world and gradually reborn in that desperate situation at that time, then its strength would indeed be above the Demon Emperor. Although there was only a trace of it, this gap had been a qualitative change. The Heavenly Divine Sword that made a comeback was definitely not something that the demons could compete with. This crisis... did not exist from the beginning."

The sect leader said: "It didn't exist from the beginning... I always feel that things are a little strange. Whether it was the demons who sent me the call order or the humans who asked me for help, they seemed to be completely unaware of this matter. This is really unreasonable. If the God Sword of Heaven is really so powerful, why don't you take action in advance, but wait for the humans to appear before they are willing to appear? This makes sense."

Xiaobai pondered for a while and said, "The chaotic void is endless and vast. Unless you encounter such a turbulent war with many realms, the world may not know each other even if it is close. The demons' expedition in chaos requires a lot of preliminary preparations, locking the direction and creating navigation anchors before they can reach it smoothly. Therefore, if it weren't for those demons who took the initiative to cause war, it would be very likely that the chaos and worlds would not communicate with each other for ten thousand years. Well, at least it makes sense in theory."

In theory, these three words immediately reduced her persuasion by half, but even so, everyone could not find a better choice at this time.

Because compared to those worlds that have recovered from their vitality for thousands of years, the Xiangzhou Continent is too weak and has no right to "verify the authenticity". Whether it is the revival of the demon clan, the crisis of Shang Lan Consort, or the rise of the divine swords in the sky, the Xiangzhou Continent is actually just a passive party to receive information.

No one can tell the authenticity of the information, and he is helpless with these earth-shaking changes.

In the next few months, time seemed to slip away inadvertently.

In a strange atmosphere, everything in the Xiangzhou continent was moving along the original trajectory.

The demon mother nest is still developing steadily, and the plan to relocate from the prehistoric ruins to the Xiangzhou continent finally has a preliminary case. The Shen family made the sacrifice. They agreed to build the mother nest next to Shen City and have opened up enough open space.

The long-distance warship in the mother nest is also close to completion, with a smaller specification than originally expected. It is a small warship that can only accommodate a few elite soldiers. Considering that the external environment is too complex and carrying too many people at a time, the risk is too high and unbearable.

During this period, Zhao Chenlu also took the lead in organizing a group of great monks with superb cultivation and profound theoretical attainments to sort out and optimize many martial arts in Xiangzhou, in order to improve the overall strength of Xiangzhou mainland as soon as possible to meet the upcoming risks.

Whether it is the risks from the demon race or the risks from the new sword world.

Although Xiangzhou's efforts in the past few months have become a drop in the bucket compared to the strength shown by his opponents, when the situation is bad, even if he works in a small way, he can only do his best.

On a whistling winter night with snow and snow, changes quietly came.

On December 7, 2018, Liantian City, Shengzong Wanxiang Garden.

Accompanied by the strange flickering of the galaxy in the night sky, a red meteor passed by the sky and flew towards Wanxiangyuan at an extremely fast speed.

In Wanxiang Garden, Zhao Chenlu was thinking hard against a book of ancient books. It was a high-level immortal technique that she restored based on the memories of Zhao Yueming in her previous life. However, due to the changes in the laws of heaven and earth in Xiangzhou, this immortal technique is already difficult to apply. Now she is using the power of the Third Academy to debug and optimize, and it is at an urgent time.

She suddenly realized the changes in the night sky. However, just as the red meteor was about to collide, Zhao Chenlu's eyes suddenly opened, and an invisible position suddenly spread out.

The entire people of Tiancheng could see the dark night sky covered by a bright moon-like light, like a flawless shield.

Zhao Chenlu flashed out of the secret room and stood above Wanxiang Garden. The surging true energy in her body wandered with her thoughts, firmly restraining the guests from outside the sky.

Surprisingly, the red meteor was a young girl. She looked about fifteen or sixteen years old and had a petite figure.

The body was covered in bruises, and the red color that cut through the night sky was exactly the color of her blood.

Seeing Zhao Chenlu, she barely opened her eyes and showed a miserable and bitter smile.

"Yueming, long time no see...we have failed."

Zhao Chenlu frowned, feeling that the girl in front of her was inexplicably familiar, but also had a great sense of strangeness.

"Who are you……"

The girl lowered her head and said, "Sure enough, you can't recognize me anymore."

A ridiculous conjecture suddenly appeared in Zhao Chenlu's mind.

"No way..."

The girl nodded: "Yes, I... am the God Sword from the Sky."
Chapter completed!