Chapter 512 - The storm is coming!

A large number of demons are gathering outside Yun Shui world, and the number is increasing in multiples over time.

In this regard, Qin Feng, who is in the world, has no idea.

At the moment, he is in a cemetery.

One of Jiuzhou, Jiangzhou, Qingzhou.

Although Jiangzhou was almost destroyed when he was possessed in Qin Feng, he went to Zhuyin Mountain Villa and set up a ward for the whole villa after Qin Feng was possessed in Jiangzhou.

As long as it is not deliberately destroyed, this cemetery will not be damaged any more.

Although the previous Black Turtle raged in Jiuzhou, those Tian Xin Tong invaders also captured Jiangzhou, but the Zhuyin Villa did not suffer any damage.

after all…

Even if these Tian Xin Tong people are no longer boring, they will not stare at a cemetery with mortal bones buried.

Therefore, this Villa still retains the original incomplete appearance and has not been further damaged.

The wind, with a trace of sorrow, blows the verdant bamboo, swinging with the wind, the sound of bamboo leaves rustling constantly.

An independent cemetery at the center of the cemetery.

The tombstone carved out of white marble has a portrait. It is a serious and solemn one. It bears three or four points of resemblance to the appearance of Qin Feng. It is faintly visible that he was handsome when he was young.

This is the tomb of Qin Feng's father, the tomb of Qin Xiao.

In front of Qin Xiao's tomb, Qin Feng half-squatted here, a stack of yellow paper in his hand, spontaneously ignited without wind, and the flame slowly burned.

Beside him, left and right are his mother Song Yu and sister Qin Chuxue, of course ... and a black dog lying not far behind him.

'Dad, if you were me, what would you do? '

Qin Feng looked at the statue of Qin Xiao on the tombstone, and there were rare tangles in his eyes. He had rarely tangled in his life, but looking at his father's tombstone at this moment, Qin Feng could n't help falling into it.

'I, do you want to be me, or ... will be him. '

'I ... am your son, mother and sister's support, and I ... must be me. '

'I ... my surname is Qin! '

'...'

Looking at the portrait of his father Qin Xiao on the tombstone, Qin Feng remained motionless, and allowed the yellow paper in his hand to burn, even though the flame passed over his palm, it remained unchanged.

Until ... the yellow paper is completely burnt to ashes.

Song Yu stood on the right side of Qin Feng, Qin Feng looked migraine, she was able to see that Qin Feng heart worries, as a mother ... She does not expect their children to have success, she can only hope that their children's life is safe and sound.

That would be enough.

She didn't want to see the sad look of Qin Feng now, but ... she couldn't change it.

Turning to look at Qin Xiao's tomb and the tombstone, he could only secretly whisper to himself.

'Xiao, if you have a spirit in the sky, bless Feng well, don't let him go wrong. '

On the left side of Qin Feng, Qin Chuxue was squatting on the ground and wcrying. She looked at her father's grave and would remember the days when the family of four was together.

Although Qin Xiao is harsh on Qin Feng, he has a special affection for Qin Chuxue. They all say that the daughter is the father's lover of the last life, and this sentence is true.

Qin Xiao's love for Qin Chuxue even made Qin Feng a little envious.

The bamboo leaves are rustling. Only Qin Feng's family came to this Zhuyin Villa.

As for Nangong Yiren, Yun Ling, Qi Linger, Lin Yuechan, Luo Qinghan, Qin Feng all let them do what they should do.

because…

This may be the last time.

...

Kunlun Tianqiong Peak, the tomb of Han Xiu and Xia Zhirou.

The snow fell from sky, and the shape of goose feathers fluttered down.

On the shoulder ...

In a jade white dress, his body was magnificent, Yun Ling stood in front of the tomb, so she stood quietly, watching the inscription on the tombstone.

...

The edge of Jiangzhou, Yuanshan.

Rows of tombstones in the Luo family ancestors. This is the tombs of the ancestors of the Luo family. In the latest column, Luo Qinghan is wearing a violet lotus fluffy skirt, floating long curly hair scattered on the shoulders, charming and calm, looking quietly in front Tomb.

Tears, could not stop falling from the corner of her eyes.

This is Mr. Luo's grave.

...

A barren town in Qingzhou, a winding river on the outskirts of the city.

Riverside, Lin Yuechan is sitting alone on the grass.

Looking at the flowing river, she fell into silence.

Her teacher, her brother, her sister, and sister ... the ashes were all scattered into the stream.

Looking at the river, she can recall the scenes of the past ...

...

Jingzhou, Jingye City.

Qi Family Ancestral Hall.

A candle that had been extinguished began to light the candle. Qi Linger looked at these spiritual positions in the ancestral hall, including her father and elder brother.

She has always been cheeky, never so serious.

...

Celestial City, the mortal area that houses the Qin Family Building.

In a small loft, Nangong Yiren, wearing a sling- waisted purple skirt, was very happy to pinch the face of a handsome little boy, who looked at Nangong Yiren with a smile.

This is Nangong Yiren 's brother, Nangong Fan.

...

After being destroyed once, Jiuzhou was revived bit by bit in the quiet after the chaos. From Celestial City, there were also a large number of cultivators who started to travel to the states to prepare to rebuild the Jiuzhou branch.

The major families and the forces of all parties, those who are still the remaining tribe, also returned to the regions around this time, and began to rebuild the family.

all…

To these Yunshui cultivators , it's all over.

The good life of the future is about to begin.

Even if recovery takes a while, but it will definitely recover, in the future ... it will become better and better.

But they didn't know ...

A bigger situation is coming. This situation is far beyond their imagination and far beyond their ability. Anyone of them ... has no qualifications to participate.

Because in this situation, even if it is the slightest existence, it is the Sanctify cultivator that they are hard to reach in their lives.

The gate of Yun Shui world.

There are already millions of demons gathered here, all of them are fiery in their eyes, one by one looking towards the direction of the Yun Shui world gate, with respect.

They are all very clear about who exists in this gate.

That's their Holy Honor !

Monkey King, Holy Honer for All Worlds !

"Oh? Dongting boy is finally finished, and he is still old-fashioned, this plate is clean enough. "

Changchengyi smiled and looked at the location of the original Seventh Heaven Inspection Army. At that time, the 450,000 inspection army had completely disappeared.

Forty-five thousand, one left!

Only the thick bloody gas was still pervading between the borders.

There is a bluish-gray streamer, galloping towards the direction of Yun Shui world. In this streamer, it is the Kuiwu Wolf Dongting with unhappy face and anger in his eyes.

Apparently annihilating 450,000 Heavenly Soldier, still could not calm down the anger in his heart.