A mighty battle in Yin Yang Valley is finally over.
From a million blood crows, to the evil king's clone, and then to the evil king.
To the sea of blood that followed.
The evil saint descended from the sky...
Lin Huang couldn't imagine what would have been the outcome of this battle that related to the fate of everyone in the Eastern Spirit Realm without those three thousand heroic spirits and Qin Changsheng who finally appeared.
Maybe there is also Li Baiyi who plays chess in his spare time outside Dongling.
But Xiao Yishan once said that there are thousands of evil demons in the world, and he alone cannot travel across the nine heavens and ten earths and seal countless evil demons. He can kill an evil king, but he is not a saint and cannot protect the warriors in the world.
The disasters in the world will not bring peace to the world because of Xiao Yishan. The so-called disasters are accompanied by rebirth and the baptism of blood. In this chaotic world, the only way is to save yourself.
If there is no special reason, perhaps the Evil Saint will not fall into the Eastern Spirit Realm, and then Li Baiyi may not pay attention to the Eastern Spirit Realm.
And the locust tree branches and the Buddhist chain that Qin Changsheng finally grabbed from heaven and earth may not exist either.
This battle of Yin Yang Valley, which lasted for thousands of years, has ended today, which can be considered extremely lucky. But it also paid an extremely heavy price.
A million blood crows killed less than half of the Dongling warriors.
In the subsequent illusion, countless warriors went crazy or died directly in the illusion.
There is also Muzenji’s charity work of crossing the boat with oneself in order to break the illusion.
Murong Fen threw himself into the oven.
Ci Nan was beaten to death by the evil king.
There are also 300,000 troops who help Xuanyuan Tibing deploy the 3,000 spirit-slaying array.
Yan Zangfeng, the legendary martial arts legend of the generation who pulled the Evil King and rushed high into the sky to explode himself, as well as the ancestors of the eight great Wu Hous in Piaoxue Palace, all died.
When the Evil Saint appeared, countless armies were immediately suppressed.
There is also Xuanyuan Tibing, who is left with his last breath. He has been a human legend for his whole life, but after all, it is still difficult to get out of the Yin and Yang Valley.
This is just a battle in Yin Yang Valley.
Over the course of thousands of years, countless people have lost their lives, including Yang Xuangan, Xuanyuan Changge, Jia Tiansheng, Jia Wanjin, Xuanyuan Wuxiang, Yang Tianque...
Three Thousand White Clothes of the Xuanyuan Family.
Ye Wuchan.
There are countless warriors who are shrouded in the glory of these people. Even if they die in an unknown way, they die vigorously and without hesitation.
The earthworm shakes the tree, which is both admirable and deplorable!
The blood-soaked battlefield was littered with corpses. It had long since become a Shura battlefield. Some Eastern Spirit Realm warriors were happy, while others felt lost.
It's natural to be happy when you win.
But if I am not happy for a moment, my heart feels like a knife. Those things that have passed away will never come back. Those things that have disappeared will eventually turn into clouds and smoke.
The smile I once had will never be seen again.
The face that I once hated has become less disgusting.
In the battlefield, the remaining warriors all sat on the battlefield, took out jugs of wine, sprinkled it on the ground, and drank it silently. They looked at the corpses scattered everywhere, endlessly covering the battlefield, and the wine was spicy.
It's like cutting your throat with a knife without knowing it.
Those warriors who were covered in injuries were bursting into tears without even realizing it.
Or cry loudly.
Or yelling.
Lin Huang suppressed the trace of sadness in his heart and saw that the 500,000-strong army in the distance, whose formation was still stable, all dismounted from their horses and knelt on one knee!
Half a million people bowed their heads in silence, but the void was filled with a strong aura of sadness.
Great sadness and silence!
In the military formation, Lu Han knelt on the ground, holding the dying Xuanyuan Tibing in his arms, gritting his teeth to prevent his tears from flowing down.
Xuanyuan Tibing lay in Lu Han's arms, with blood constantly coming out of his mouth, but a slight smile on his face.
At this moment, there is unprecedented warmth.
This vast world is also unprecedentedly clear and bright.
Xuanyuan Tibing grabbed Lu Han's hand, vomited blood and laughed, trying to keep his voice calm, "Back then, it was your father's fault for not stopping your mother. It was really not your father who killed your mother. Even if it is a shot that will be passed down to the world,
How can a gun be as important as your mother?"
On the battlefield, Lu Han held Xuanyuan Tibing in his arms and kept nodding. The vitality in his hand was continuously injected into Xuanyuan Tibing's body, but it had no effect.
Not far away, Lin Huang turned to look at Qin Changsheng.
Qin Changsheng slowly shook his head, "There is no way to save a person who is heartbroken! If the evil king is immortal and his beloved is still alive, he may still have a glimmer of hope."
Lin Huang's expression suddenly darkened.
The smile on Xuanyuan Tibing's face became stronger and stronger. He held Lu Han's hand tightly, as if he felt a little guilty, "It's my father's fault that he couldn't let you live a carefree life for a few years. But it's my father's fault. But
Who allowed you to be born into the Xuanyuan family and become my son, Xuanyuan Tibing? This is your fate!"
"From now on, it may be a little hard to shoulder the burden of Xuanyuan Mansion and Beiyan Dynasty, but my father can only leave it to you!"
"The current Emperor of Beiyan is my father's best friend. Even if he has the emperor's scheming, he may allow a million troops to follow Xuanyuan Tibing to Yin Yang Valley. He is also a hero of the world. You don't have to worry about his suspicion!"
"As for Xuanyuan Mansion, it has been passed down for thousands of years and has its own heritage. But the tree attracts the wind. After I leave, you are likely to face wind and rain from all directions. If you encounter a reason that you can't figure out or a hurdle that you can't overcome, ask more about the worshipers in the clan, or
I’m going to take a look at the classics of hundreds of schools of thought!”
Xuanyuan Tibing spoke sentence by sentence, the smile on his face not diminishing.
Lu Han just nodded his head, as if there were countless mountains blocked in his heart, and he didn't know how to speak. He was afraid that as soon as he spoke, his tears would be uncontrollable.
He didn't want to see a crying son who hadn't grown up in Xuanyuan's last moments.
"As for the path of martial arts, you have embarked on a completely different path. My father no longer dares to give you any advice. And the martial spirit in my father's body must be explained to you, and it is not left to you! You can blame your father.
, it doesn’t matter if I scold my father, I’m leaving anyway, so I’m not afraid anymore!”
Xuanyuan Tibing vomited blood and laughed.
"I understand!"
Lu Han lowered his head, hugged Xuanyuan Tibing tightly in his arms, and choked out a few words with difficulty.
"That's it! Hey..."
Xuanyuan Tibing suddenly sighed, seeming a little disappointed. Perhaps deep down in his heart, he hoped that the latter would mature earlier, but also hoped that the latter would not be so mature.
Just like when I was a kid, how wonderful.
Afterwards, Xuanyuan Tibing struggled to get up in Lu Han's arms and waved to Lin Huang not far away...
Lin Huang quickly walked over and squatted in front of the latter, waiting for his instructions.
"I'm going to die, why can't I call me uncle? Can't I take advantage of Lin Changtian when I'm dying?"
Xuanyuan Tibing grinned, his smile as warm as the spring breeze.
"My nephew has met Uncle Xuanyuan!"
Lin Huang lowered his head and grabbed Xuanyuan Tibing's trembling hand with one hand.
Xuanyuan Tibing suddenly laughed heartily and coughed twice violently, "In the future, Lin Changtian will be furious when he finds out that you became a traitor today!"
Xuanyuan Tibing was very proud, but everyone couldn't be happy no matter what.
Later, Xuanyuan Tibing continued: "Since I called you uncle, my Xuanyuan Mansion has a poor family background, but I can still afford the meeting gift. At the same time, I have to explain a few things to you..."