Chapter 1072

Boom!

The sound of thunder resounded through the sky.

Ye Chen, who is even smaller than the gravel, even smashes the magic pillar of the sky and the earth.

The world is turbulent, and a dark halo spreads out from Beizhen Cangyuan without limit. Where it passes, the demons disappear in pieces. No matter whether they are magic soldiers or magic generals, they will instantly turn into fly ash and no trace can be found.

No, no, no, no!

In the dark world, full of such a terrible roar, the demon soldiers will roar in despair.

The giant magic pillar is the root of the invasion of the great Chu by the demons. It is destroyed, and the demons in the big Chu are also destroyed. This is why the demons try their best to protect the giant magic pillar from the beginning to the end.

It's a huge and terrible picture.

Looking down at the sky, the demon soldiers covered with the earth seem to be flattened by an invisible hand.

Asshole!

In the void, there seems to be such a voice, cold and dignified.

It was supposed to be the great emperor of the heaven devil Kingdom, who was about to come to Da Chu, but failed to come because of the destruction of the giant magic pillar.

I don't know how long, this piece of land roar to annihilate, big Chu no more a demon.

Heaven and earth, for a moment, fell into a dead silence.

The great Chu was devastated and bloody everywhere.

The tattered battle flag of Dachu is still strong with the wind, and is stained with the blood of the great Chu friars. Those who were once living lives now lie on this land.

A corner of the earth, ye Chen quietly lying there.

He is not dead. His dishevelled white hair, stained with blood, covers half of his face. He looks so old and tired, as if to sleep for ten thousand years.

He won, did not let Wanyu mortals disappointed, for the big Chu 90 million souls of blood debt.

The wind is blowing his body, which is so tired that he can calm his hair.

Break!

After all, the silence of the land was broken by a cold rebuke.

The Tianxuan gate was unsealed, and a bright light penetrated into the sky. It broke through the cage that covered the sky, and poked out a big hole in the ethereal sky. The chaotic clouds that covered the void sky were also removed.

At that time, a ray of dazzling sunlight penetrated the earth, which should be the first ray of sunshine since the invasion of demons.

The chaotic clouds and mists are dissipating, revealing the blue sky. The warm sunshine is pouring over the whole earth. The dim big Chu, after experiencing the disaster of the demons, sees the light again.

God's presence! God's presence!

Once again, the light spreads all over the world, where people crawl one by one, devoutly kneel down, hoping that God will not fall in distress.

However, how do they know that for the sake of seeing the light again between the heaven and the earth, the immortals in their mouths paid a terrible price. Every ray of sunlight was exchanged with the blood of countless great Chu friars. No matter how bright it was, it could not erase the dazzling blood red on that day.

Under the sunlight, the sleeping Ye Chen is taken away.

The world of big Chu is still quiet.

I don't know how long it took to hear the sound of wailing.

Looking from afar, it was the figure of three or two, all young monks, looking for the figure of their closest relatives in the sea of corpses and blood.

There are still monks in Dachu, but few of them can be ignored. Most of them are young monks. They fought against the demons and the gods. Their ancestors fought against them. After the disaster, they survived.

With the disappearance of demons, more and more young monks set foot on the land of northern Chu, searching for it in the vast world, and the sound of wailing was endless.

South Chu.

Ye Chen lies quietly on the ice jade bed, motionless as an ice sculpture. Since he was brought back, he has been sleeping for nine days.

During the nine days, he had a peaceful sleep, and his broken body was constantly restored in his sleep. However, the hidden wounds of the war with the emperor were branded in his bones, which could not be erased overnight.

In front of the ice jade bed, there is a beautiful image. If you look carefully, it is Tang ruxuan, Xiong er's wife.

She is one of the few survivors of the great Chu friar. In addition to Ye Chen, she is the only one alive in hengyuezong. She found Ye Chen, but she did not find her husband.

Her body side, also has a petite figure.

It was Ruoxi, not a monk, but a survivor. At the moment, she was looking at Ye Chen on the ice jade bed with a pair of big eyes. Sometimes, she would stretch out her small hand to touch Ye Chen's face.

On the tenth day, ye Chen, who was sleeping, trembled slightly.

The next moment, he opened his eyes tired, some muddy eyes, with a touch of vicissitudes of confusion.

"Mr. Ye, you are awake." Tang ruxuan, who was in front of the ice jade bed, rushed forward.

"Where is this?" Ye Chen's voice was hoarse."Hengyuezong." Tang ruxuan was smiling with tears and her face was haggard.

"Hengyuezong." Ye Chen murmured, his heart tingling, but he did not dare to look into Tang ruxuan's eyes. Her husband fought with him. It was his brother, but he was buried in a foreign land.

Suddenly, he stepped out of the attic and out of the iceberg bed.

Today's Hengyue is dilapidated. More than 90% of the Lingshan mountains, temples and pavilions have collapsed, and there is a mess everywhere. This is not the Hengyue sect that used to be fairyland.

Without a word, he walked out of hengyuezong with white hair and a bleak back.

On the land of Southern Chu, he walked aimlessly, went to Tianting headquarters, went to Qingyun sect and Zhengyang sect.

Almost every corner of South Chu left his back.

Everywhere he went, he would stop for a long time. In the devastated land, he could vaguely see familiar figures and familiar faces, interwoven with an unforgettable memory for him.

After traveling all over southern Chu, he set foot on the land of northern Chu.

In today's world of great Chu monks, if you look around, it's hard to see the figure of monks again.

The vast land, too empty, dead in general silence.

As in the southern and Northern Chu, the land is also devastated. There is no more city, no more complete mountains and rivers, which have been slaughtered by the hateful war.

Every inch of the land he stepped on was stained with the blood of the great Chu friar. The 90 million great Chu heroes had his lover, disciple, master, brother and ancestor.

His eyes blurred.

How should this land be alive.

However, there should be some fresh life, that should have some laughter, but in the memory of the vicissitudes of life, turned into a full of holes in the war, generations of praise for it.

He walked all the way, and picked up all the way, like an old man in the twilight and a poor scavenger. He picked up the remaining blood bones of the dead and the weapons of the heroes. He wanted to put them away, and it was them who fought the last drop of blood for the continuation of this land.

In the breeze, he gently raised his hand and grabbed at the earth.

Hum!

With a burst of turbulence in the earth, a stone tablet has been condensed out, with thousands of feet, holding the sky and standing on the ground.

He waved his hand, with heavy grief, engraved three words on the tombstone: Hero tomb.

He did not leave. He stood quietly in front of the tombstone of wanzhang, holding a bamboo knife in his hand, and constantly portrayed them on the tombstone. Those were the names of the people who died for this land, which should be remembered by later generations.

Tang ruxuan also came and engraved Xiong er's name in tears.

In the silent night, the surviving young monks came one after another, each holding a bamboo knife, each also full of tears, one by one, engraved the names of the heroes on the tombstone.