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Yu Hua said that when Xie Ling and Xie Mo hugged each other, a black light and a white light flew out of their bodies respectively, forming a pattern of yin and yang fish in the air.

The yin and yang fish blended with each other in the air for a long time, and finally disappeared into nothingness out of thin air.

Xie Mo and Xie Ling were covered in sweat, and fell asleep in Murong's arms as if they were exhausted.

After thinking about it, I realized that the Taiji diagram in my entrance was the mirror image of the wills projected by Xie Mo and Xie Ling at that time.

"Did they wake up when you came?" I asked with concern thinking of my son and daughter.

"No, still asleep."

"Youyingzhuzhao is very important to the Dao of Heaven, you shouldn't let Yuan Rui take care of them." I said with some reproach.

"I know, I'll go back now."

"it is good."

Yanhua has always been a very decisive person, but today she seems to be a little hesitant.

Maybe it's because we spend too much time meeting each other, maybe it's because I see that my emotions are wrong and worry about me.

But she eventually left.

When she flew higher and higher and gradually disappeared, I received her spiritual thoughts in the bottom of my heart.

"Xie Lan, I'm here because I miss you."

He obviously has a personality like ice, but he uttered such heart-warming words of love.

I regret in my heart that I shouldn't be so indifferent to her, and I want to restore some tenderness, but Yuhua has disappeared into the clouds.

The god of death in the beginning, crossed thousands of miles of stars and rivers in a single thought, where can I find her shadow.

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Broken and returned to the ruins, a touch of the setting sun.

After the dark night was torn apart, the setting sun was as bright as blood, dyeing the entire Guixu red.

The earth is cracked, and the lives of the people are devastated.

And all of this can be said to be thanks to me.

After the Buzhou Mountain was pulled out, the original location of the mountain has now become a huge tiankeng, from which sea water flows backwards, forming a lake.

The Temple of Return to Ruins, the Hall of Heroes, the residences of the disciples of the Demonic Dao, and all buildings are submerged in the lake.

I don't see Liubo in the east, and I don't see Kunwu in the west.

Under the collapsed Kunwu Mountain, there is a piece of highland, where the demonic disciples and the surviving souls of Guixu all live on that piece of highland.

Homes have been lost, loved ones separated, and great sadness hangs over everyone's heart.

After watching Yuhua leave, my fighting spirit began to shrink gradually, and finally merged with the physical body that escaped into the void.The spirit entered my body, I opened the Shenting and took Buzhou Mountain into the entrance, and then I returned from the void and flew to the Kunwu Highland.

"Daozu is back."

Someone yelled from a distance, and then the demonic disciples began to straighten their clothes and form a square formation.

Looking at their faces full of concern and respect, I feel extremely complicated.

Pulling out Buzhou Mountain as a sword and defeating the Lord of Eternal Night is a feat of a hero no matter how you look at it, and I should also be treated with the courtesy that a hero deserves in his triumphant return.

However, behind the demon army, those scattered prehistoric beings, those who lost their homes and are still immersed in great sorrow, what face do I have to meet them?

The five elements travel freely with me, and all living beings in the four seas are destined.

Is this the blessing I gave them?

Knowing my intentions, Xueyang stepped forward and said to me: "The land veins of Guixu have been severely damaged, and the return of Aofeng may rebuild it."

"Is there any news about the Battle of the White Tiger?" I asked.

Xueyang Chaoxi glanced back, shook his head and said, "Not yet."

This is already the case in Guixu, so what I am most concerned about at the moment is naturally Aofeng.

If it wasn't for the Lord of Eternal Night's sudden arrival, I would have already headed to the western pole of the sky.

Now there is still no news about the Battle of the White Tiger, I can no longer hold back the anxiety in my heart, so I have to fly to the West Pole.

"Xie Lan, if you leave now, I'm worried that the Dao of Heaven will bring disaster to Guixu." Xue Yang persuaded.

I looked at the fragmented Guixu ground veins, and said bitterly: "Is the current Guixu worth the Heaven's Dao?"

After finishing speaking, I flew directly to the nine-day sky.

Thousands of miles away from the wind, even a moment.

The west belongs to gold, and the further you go west, the more you can feel the impact of Geng Jin's evil spirit.

In the wind and clouds, the sound of swords and soldiers, gold and iron horses can be heard.

Suddenly, I sensed a majestic and incomparable saber intent, and when I observed it carefully with my spiritual sense, I sensed a very familiar breath of divine sense.

My heart moved, and I stopped among the clouds.

The majestic sword intent was getting closer and closer, and I finally recognized who the familiar divine sense belonged to, it was Xie Yun.

I was extremely shocked, because Xie Yun's spiritual power far exceeded my estimation.

At the beginning, I told Xue Yang that Xie Yun would be the best candidate for the next Patriarch of Demon Dao.But I never imagined that Xie Yun's cultivation has improved so much after only a few years.

When I recognized Xie Yun's divine sense, Xie Yun also sensed me.

The saber energy weakened, and the divine sense restrained, Xie Yun walked towards me step by step from the cloud.

A black armor, pale cheeks.

Familiar face, no longer familiar aura.

Looking at her walking towards me, I suddenly had an illusion, as if she was the patriarch of the Demon Dao, not me.

"Xie Yun, I have met Daozu."

Xie Yun greeted me, but I didn't respond for a long time.