The catastrophe of the heavens finally came to an end.

There are many figures in the starry sky, and every blood-colored battlefield has figures, all covered in blood. They are all looking for the remains of their relatives, and they cry loudly one after another.

That is the real funeral song.

"Boss, we won."

In the dead star field, the little monkey emperor carried Kui Niu, walked all the way and staggered all the way.

In the past, whenever there was a big battle, Kuiniu basically pulled him, and this time, he changed his role.

When I went to see Kuiniu, I had no breath, or it was dead, and my soul was destroyed by a demon king.

"The heavens have emerged as emperor, and they are our younger brothers and sisters."

The little monkey emperor had tears in his eyes, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was talking to Kui Niu, but unfortunately he had no response.

Seven brothers, Kuiniu died in battle, and Ye Chen died in battle, and he was the only one who was still alive.

Such a tragic situation, the starry sky is full of them.

It can be seen that Chen Yi was carrying a blood-stained zither, which was the Emperor Jiuxian; it can be seen that Yao Xin was holding the bloody clothes of Emperor Xuanyuan; it can be seen that Emperor Nan was holding the blood-stained Zhuque, who was covered in blood, and she no longer had any breath...

The entire starry sky is full of sad pictures.

Empress Ji Ningshuang is also one of them. She lost her husband and children, like a person who lost his soul, was still stumbling.

The empress is also a human being, a wife and a mother.

The star wind blew, and she finally fell down.

"Jiu Niang."

Ye Ling rushed over and helped her. Looking at the bloody clothes and armor she was holding, she burst into tears in pain.

Ji Ningshuang fell asleep, not knowing whether it was hurt or too tired, but fell into Ye Ling's arms.

"Ling'er takes you home."

Ye Ling's eyes were swaying with tears in her eyes, and she carried Ji Ningshuang on her back, and walked away gradually with her staggering steps.

The wailing sounds were not stopped.

It took three months before it gradually disappeared.

The bones on the battlefield have basically been claimed, and some of the forces, sects, and races that have been wiped out for them will always be buried in peace.

The light spreads all over the human world, but the bloody clouds and mists still cover the heavens. The great mountains and rivers are almost destroyed, and there are signs of destruction everywhere.

However, no one has strongly rebuilt.

In this battle, from the new Emperor of Enlightenment to the junior of Qi Condensing, they were all too tired and too seriously injured.

In the new era, the heavens need to rest and recuperate.

For the first time, the starry sky became extremely quiet, without a trace of people. The retreat, the healing of wounds, and the quietness of the two emperors of Tianming suppressed the world.

The night in Dachu is also quiet.

Northern Chu was in a mess, and Southern Chu was also devastated. There was no complete ancient city or a complete mountain. Even Changhe and Xiongjiang were stained with blood.

The fierce battles in the heavens are like the Great Chu. The older generation is like the emperor and the younger generation is like Ye Chen, and more than 90% of them are buried.

In a catastrophe, two generations of people died in the battle.

In a catastrophe, the heavens also killed two generations of people in battle.

Jade Girl Peak is deserted.

Ji Ningshuang lay quietly on the clouds, sleeping peacefully, her hair was still snow-white, and tears were left at the corners of her eyes, full of sorrow and pain.

There were many eternal lights hanging beside her, and each one was burning with a faint flame, the soul fire of Nain Ming Yushu and Xiyan.

Fortunately, Ye Chen's wives are still there, at least, the fire of the soul is still there, and it is only a matter of time to reshape it again.

Under the old tree, Ye Ling lay on the trunk, sleeping quite drowsy and exhausted. Even in her sleep, tears at the corners of her eyes still couldn't stop flowing.

My father died in battle, my younger brother offered sacrifices, and my mothers fell asleep in a deep sleep, and the Cheng Yuanshen Fire, which was the first time she was so lonely and the warm night wind made her unable to help curl up.

"Ling'er, Ling'er."

In the dark, there seemed to be a call, gentle and gentle, for fear of waking her out of her dream.

"Dad."

Ye Linghuo opened his eyes and stood up. When he saw the scene in front of him, the divine light in his eyes quickly dimmed again.

Dreams, it turns out to be dreams.

The breeze blows, carrying a touch of women's fragrance.

There was a beautiful figure walking up Jade Girl Peak, bathed in the moonlight, bright and flawless, like a dream.

Ye Ling subconsciously glanced sideways.

Nai Yanfei, the wife of Emperor Chen.

However, she closed her eyes, and her lotus steps were flying, as if she was sleeping. For some reason, she went to Jade Girl Peak. Seeing her face, she was so haggard that there were tears at the corners of her eyes that the wind could not dry.

In this battle, she also lost her closest relative.

Seeing her, Ye Ling was in a daze.

There was a moment when she seemed to see her father on Yan Fei.

Not far away, Yan Fei was not calmed down, and she was sleepwalking, walking around in a graceful lotus step.

"The Empress?"

Ye Ling caught up with him and called softly.

Yan Fei's fairy body trembled slightly and finally woke up. She opened her eyes for a moment, her expression was dull and her eyes were empty. The next moment, she returned to the clarity.

Huan looked around and realized that it was Jade Girl Peak. When she saw Ye Ling, Ji Ningshuang, she also saw more than a dozen eternal lamps.

"Everything will be fine."

Yan Fei smiled, touched Ye Ling's little head gently, and smiled gently, and she smiled far-fetchedly. She also lost the closest person, but was still comforting the little girl.

Ye Ling nodded, and tears filled his eyes again.

Yan Fei left, coming lightly and leaving quietly. Before leaving, she glanced at the sleeping Ji Ningshuang.

The younger generation is terrifying.

That was the youngest emperor in the heavens and the most amazing empress. I hope she will wake up soon.

Dreams are illusions after all.

Behind him, Ye Ling wiped away his tears, regained his energy, and once again came to his mother's body, nourishing their soul fire with the power of the soul.

She has done this for the past three months.

As for Ji Ningshuang, she is the emperor, and the scars on the emperor's body have long been completely restored.

But she still didn't wake up.

In other words, it is self-deception, falling into a dream, not daring to look at reality, there is a husband and a child in the dream, but when I wake up, I only have two tombs.

In the fourth month, I saw someone coming out one after another.

Then, a tombstone that stood tall in the starry sky was built to commemorate the heroic souls who died in battle.

In May, more people come out to rebuild their hometown.

The heavens have become emperor, and a new era has begun. I thought it was a golden world, but I didn’t expect it to be a brilliant afterglow. This era of rest and recuperation cannot be restored for a thousand years.

The morning sun is warm.

Before the sky was dawn, people from Hengyue came out and wanted to rebuild the former mountain gate. The Great Chu was almost ruined, and the same was true for Hengyue Sect. There was no complete mountain, and too many palaces collapsed.

Looking up, there were too many familiar people missing, such as Nie Feng, Huo Teng, Shi Yan, Wang Lin, Long Yilong Wulong Master... and the Xiong Er who knows how to make money.

Everyone will show awe when passing by Jade Girl Peak and will bow respectfully.

There is a supreme emperor on the little Jade Girl Peak, and also a god of war is buried.

The quiet Dachu gradually became more angry.

Like Hengyue, many forces in Zhengyang Sect, Qingyun Sect, and Dachu are all rebuilding their hometowns.

I looked up and saw that there were still many people missing.

The night is still so quiet.

Jade Girl Peak is still so deserted.

With the breeze blowing, Emperor Ji Ningshuang's body trembled slightly, and he finally woke up, a dream, and then he woke up.

In June after the war, she finally got up.

At the same moment, the dozen or so long-lasting lamps floating on the floating flashed with flames. It was true that it was the soul fire, but they were all wise, as if they were excited and sad.

Ji Ningshuang lost her husband and children, and they were the same. They were a family.
To be continued...