Eight hundred monks in the scattered robes in Zhenjiang City supported each other and stood in the ruins. They were almost wounded, some of them lost their arms and some had their legs broken, and their blood dyed their clothes red.

In front of them was an unrecognizable street, which had become a rubble house and piles of ferocious beast corpses. The bumpy ground was filled with blood, and even Li Ye was in the sky at this moment, he felt the fishy smell.

The battle was over, but the eight hundred witches did not cheer.

Some of them stayed there and suddenly became lost, as if they didn't know that victory had already belonged to them; some could finally sit on the ground with a relaxed breath and then never get up again; more of them stared at the battlefield with iron expressions, and even if their waists were not straight, they still stood like pine.

Such a warrior on the battlefield not only made Li Ye speechless for a long time, but also made several demon kings bow their heads and remain silent.

Nearly 100,000 were killed or injured in the ferocious beasts, and at first only 20,000 or 30,000 cultivators in the city. Before the war, no one would think that the witches in Zhenjiang City could fight until now. Even the Monkey King, who had personally experienced the war, felt that victory was like a dream.

This victory was a miracle, not because Li Ye and Demon Peng finally appeared with the innate treasure, but because the witches worked together to guard for more than 20 days.

Everyone is a story, everyone has a story. This is the burial place for 20,000 to 30,000 witches, and many stories are destined to come to an abrupt end here.

These stories were little known before, and they would not be understood later. They disappeared, and no one witnessed them, engraving the roar of death on the pages for them. Li Ye could only use the expressions of anger, unwillingness, calmness or firmness to figure out their mood at that time, and the undecayed love behind them.

If it weren't for this war, perhaps every story would have an ending, whether it was beautiful or miserable, touching or regretful, they would have an end. And now, as their bodies gradually became cold, the story of the ending was difficult to even attract thoughts.

Such an ending is not an ending, but also an ending.

Li Ye quickly flew down from the sky and flew towards the 800 surviving soldiers. He did not pause in the sky, nor did he say anything to comfort and inspire them. After landing, he just ran straight towards someone.

Among the monks who were even more miserable than refugees, Li Ye saw Wu You.

The little girl's robe was quite complete, but her lotus root-like arms were exposed, but her hair was messy, and the blood made them entangled with each other. Her face was also covered with blood, and she could not see the original color of her skin, but her gray-brown pupils were still bright - no, they were particularly bright.

The princess who rushed out of the group of monks, before the person could reach Li Ye, had already fallen into Li Ye's ears. She looked like a little tiger cub, burying her head into Li Ye's arms, hitting Li Ye's chest so painfully.

Li Ye couldn't feel the pain in his chest, but felt that his heart was as if he was being grabbed. The princess who wrapped her arms around her waist hugged him tightly, buried her face deeply in his chest, and her choked voice was a call that had never changed: "Brother Ye!"

After leaving Li Ye, this girl quickly gained control of the monks' team and showed special tenacity and wisdom in the previous battles. The monks could ignite hope and fighting spirit when they saw her fighting figure. When they saw Li Ye, tears could no longer control themselves.

No one hopes that she is so strong, but she has to face the challenges in reality. Now, the princess who rushed into Li Ye’s arms no longer needs to keep her spirits in her heart. She can be assured and bold as she feels relieved.

She can be cowardly and shed tears as unscrupulously as a child.

Li Ye hugged the princess and stroked her wet hair pity, "I'm here."

Li Ye knew better than anyone else in his two lives that without eternal companionship and wings, only his own strength can face all the wind and rain, and only his own strength can be used to walk the road under his feet. So he hoped that the princess would be stronger than anyone else, so when he and the princess went to Qisheng Mountain separately, he did not hesitate too much.

He knew that the princess needed experience and growth.

The princess is in Zhenjiang City and Li Ye is in Qisheng Mountain. These days they have their own battlefield and are working hard, so even if they are not together, they fight side by side.

However, at this moment, Li Ye reminded himself in his heart not to separate from the princess again.

The princess cried and said, "Qi Potian is dead, Hongxiu is dead, even the leopard demon is dead... Brother Ye, I'm so scared, I'm afraid I won't see you again..."

Li Ye's throat was as hard as a rock in an instant, and he hugged the princess's body tightly.

When the eight hundred monks watched this scene, each demon couldn't help but look moved. They didn't know the danger Li Ye had experienced in the Seven Saint Mountain, but they witnessed the princess's battle with their own eyes. The smart and powerful figure left a deep impression on them, and had long impressed them and won their heartfelt admiration.

Now, seeing the princess and Li Ye hugging each other, they realized how much effort the princess had put into this battle.

Every living demon wise man realized at this moment that the two mortals had done too much for the demon clan and paid too much. They were silent, and they saluted Li Ye and Wuyou spontaneously, and their movements were surprisingly neat.

In this situation, the witches couldn't help but think of their relatives and friends who died in battle, and those companions who were buried under the claws of the beasts. No one could suppress their grief. They walked forward silently, dispersed, and collected the corpses of the witches who died in battle.

The fox demon boss's wife pounced on Li Ye's arms like a child. The princess who was crying wildly could not help but shed tears. For many years, she had always wanted to have someone who could hold her in her arms in a similar scene. It's a pity that fate made people so bad that she never met her.

She remembered what Hongxiu said before her death, the hero I liked didn't like me. At this moment, she felt that the sky became dim and the four fields had lost their color.

Then she remembered the wolf demon and the wretched demon who died in battle, so she wiped away her tears and went to find their bodies.

The white wolf did not leave the place, he had fainted after leaning against the ruins. When he was controlling the ferocious beast before, he had been too seriously injured, so he had been gritting his teeth to support him. Now he finally doesn't need him anymore, so he can have a good sleep.

After all the four great venerables and immortals were destroyed, the immortals who ambushed the support team of the witches on all sides of Zhenjiang City also scattered into birds and beasts and quickly evacuated this dangerous place. Without their control, the ferocious beasts were quickly defeated by the witches on various places who supported Zhenjiang City.

However, in just half a day, several teams of witches arrived in Zhenjiang City and joined the work of cleaning the battlefield.

There was not much noise in the whole process, and almost all the witches involved were silent. They saw the corpses of ferocious beasts in Zhenjiang City, so they knew how awe-worthy the witches in Zhenjiang City were - whether they were dead in battle or alive.

Zhenjiang City no longer exists, so the work of cleaning the battlefield is to burn the corpses of ferocious beasts and drag the corpses of the witch out to bury them. However, looking at the Monkey King's eyes, Li Ye knew that when the war ended, he would immediately start to rebuild the royal city.

Not for himself, but for those witches who died to guard the royal city.

At the same time as cleaning the battlefield in the Xinjiang-Zhancheng, the witches in all cities in the entire demon tribe territory launched a comprehensive counterattack against the ferocious beasts in the siege and the endless pursuit of the fleeing immortals.

Before the end of the Battle of Zhenjiang City, the ferocious beasts had already shown signs of fatigue in the siege of various cities. As news of the four great priests of Beihai, Nanmu, Dongxuan and Xiji spread, and Yang Jian was gone, I don’t know where to fight with the Great Sage of the Monkey King, so the immortals outside the cities began to escape in the battle.

Under the leadership of the Niu Demon King, Yu Shi King and Peng Demon King, the demons in each city gradually defeated and encircled and annihilated the ferocious beasts outside the city with the anger of revenge for the death of the demons in Zhenjiang City.

The second day after Li Ye arrived in Zhenjiang City, the weather was gloomy and there was no cool breeze in the wild. In the dull atmosphere, a large group of witches came to a mountain near Zhenjiang City, where they gathered silently.

The 20,000 to 30,000 traitors who died in Zhenjiang City were buried in this mountain. Looking around, there were no end tombstones and white banners on the silent green hillside. They were lined up and down with the heights of the mountains.

The eight hundred traitors who survived that day had endless sacrifices to their relatives and friends. They stopped in front of the tombstones, placed sacrifices, sprinkled with wine, and chatted with red eyes for a while, and then turned to the next tombstone.

In front of Li Ye and Wu You was Qi Potian's tombstone. Li Jian knelt on the ground, quietly placing sacrifices. Compared to Qi Potian's cry when he died in battle, he seemed particularly silent at this moment, with only tears falling silently from his face and never interrupted.

Only six members of the Killing Hand, including Li Jian, survived.

Li Ye stared at Qi Potian's tombstone and felt confused for a moment. He didn't know if it was the right choice to take them under his command that day. Perhaps it was this decision that ruined them.

After drinking, Li Jian stood up, saw the guilt on Li Ye's face, and smiled silently, and said dryly: "Your Highness, you don't have to feel sorry. This is a full-scale war between our demon clan. No witch can stay out of it. It is not that he died in Zhenjiang City, but that he will be elsewhere."

"Because we obey your orders, we can gather in Zhenjiang City and avoid the fate of being scattered and destroyed in the wild. Although they have died on the battlefield, each of them has not died in vain. They have killed ferocious beasts or immortals. We are all willing to die to defend our homeland. This is His Highness who has fulfilled us, and we should thank His Highness."

Li Ye opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say, and in the end he could only salute Qi Potian's tombstone.

After the ceremony, Li Jian stared at Qi Potian's tombstone and said slowly: "I remember when I first met His Highness in Liuxi Town, Qi Potian was bragging about himself when he met, saying that he was a famous butcher in Black Stone Ridge. In fact, he had never killed any powerful beasts at that time, and everything was just a swollen face and fat man."

"He is always afraid of being looked down upon. The more he is afraid, the more he wants to brag about himself. The more he brags about himself, the less he believes, and the more he believes, the more guilty he feels inferior. Until he followed His Highness... His Highness's feat of saving the monks' team several times was generally respected by monks. Qi Potian was willingly praised by many people because he called himself the confidant of His Highness. He was lucky because he found his direction."

"In the battles that followed, he always charged forward, shouting that he was King An's confidant. Even though he knew that Luo Xinjie could no longer be defended, he never retreated. When he was dying... he was subconsciously murmured that he was King An's confidant Qi Potian... That was his pursuit of this life, his meaning of life. He would definitely not regret his death by embracing this meaning in this pursuit. He is buried here now and is highly respected and respected by all the monks of the demon clan. He should be satisfied..."

Li Jian's face was covered with tears again, and he was choked and couldn't say anything, and he finally couldn't continue to say it.

Li Ye was silent for a long time and sighed: "I hope he will be respected forever in the next life."

Leaving the tombstone group of killing hands, Li Ye saw the proprietress sitting on the ground, leaning on the tombstone of the wolf demon and the wrinkle of the wrinkle - she buried them together.

She talked endlessly, just like the wolf demon and the wretched demon still heard, just like there was an inn in Lingyundu. Whether she was angry or gentle, the wretched demon and the wretched demon always watched quietly and listened. Maybe they were dull and didn't know how to answer, but they never left each other.

Wu You went over and squatted down beside the proprietress and stayed quietly with her.

Li Ye finally came to Hongxiu's tombstone. Bai Lang sat here in a daze, his eyes were empty and without any distracting. Sometimes he would giggle and burst into tears, sometimes he would murmur to himself, and sometimes he would say, you silly child from time to time.

The figure of Hongxiu appeared in Li Ye's mind. She always liked to wear bright red clothes. At first glance, she was deserted, but in fact she was as enthusiastic as hot.

She once had a restaurant in Liuxi Town, which was the property left by her father. She had both her parents died since childhood. She lived in Liuxi Town for many years because of the care of the white wolf, even if countless monks covet her beauty, no one dared to offend her.

However, the white wolf cannot always be by his side. He has his own mission and always goes deep into the mountains and forests to hang out with wild beasts, looking for traces of ferocious beasts, so most of the time, she is lonely.

Now she is lying here, among thousands of witches, but Li Ye doesn't think she will not be lonely in this way. True loneliness, even in a hilarious crowd, will feel lonely and bitter and out of place.

Just as Hongxiu said, Li Ye had never liked this woman who regarded him as a hero. Now that she is sleeping here forever, she will no longer quietly cast admiring eyes at Li Ye, secretly hoping that one day Li Ye would discover her beauty and be close to her, and she would become close to her.

The story ends here.

At dusk, Li Ye took the white wolf away, met Wu You and the boss's wife, and walked towards the new city of Zhenjiang at the foot of the mountain with the monks Li Jian and other waiting for him.

Soon, the white wolf left Zhenjiang City to gather the team of ferocious beasts, intending to transform them into the power of the demon clan.

A few days later, the full-scale war between the demon clan came to an end, and the demon kings gathered again in the newly built Zhenjiang City.

Li Ye knew that this was the last time to discuss the matter of the demon clan's journey to the mortal world, and his itinerary for the demon clan was about to end. At first, Li Ye came to the demon clan territory just to borrow troops, but now this goal has been achieved beyond the deadline. The main force of the demon clan is about to go to the mortal world and deal with the Immortal Court with him.

In the past two months, Li Ye went to many places in the demon clan and met various demons and mortals. He participated in their life stories and played an important or unimportant role.

And now, he is leaving.
Chapter completed!