A large number of demons are gathering outside the Cloud Water Realm, and the number is increasing exponentially over time.

Qin Feng, who was in the realm, didn't know this at all.

At this moment, he is in a cemetery.

One of Kyushu, Qingzhou Jiangzhou City.

Although Jiangzhou was almost destroyed when Qin Feng entered the demon before, but after Qin Feng entered the demon in Jiangzhou, he went to the Zhuyin Villa once and set up a protective barrier for the entire villa.

As long as it is not deliberately washed away, the cemetery will not be damaged again.

And before, although the Black Ao was ravaging Kyushu, and those Heavenly Star Sectists also captured Jiangzhou, Zhuyin Mountain Villa did not suffer any damage.

After all...

Even if these Celestial Star Cultists are boring, they won't eat and have nothing to do, staring at a cemetery where only the bones of mortals are buried.

Therefore, this piece of Zhuyin Villa still retains its original mutilated appearance and has not been further damaged.

The wind, with a hint of sorrow, blows the verdant bamboo, swaying left and right with the wind, and the rustling of bamboo leaves continues.

A separate cemetery in the center of the cemetery.

There is a posthumous image on the tombstone carved from white marble, which is a serious and serious one, which is three or four points similar to Qin Feng's appearance, and the handsomeness of his youth can be vaguely seen.

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

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

On his side, on the left and on the right are his mother Song Lan and sister Qin Chuxue, of course... There was also a black dog lying not far behind him.

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

Qin Feng looked at the portrait of Qin Xiao on the tombstone, there was a rare entanglement in his eyes, in his life... rarely entangled, but looking at his father's tombstone at this moment, Qin Feng couldn't help but fall into it.

'I, am I going to be me, or... will be him. ’

'I... It's your son, it's your mother and sister's dependence, and I... It will definitely be me. ’

'I... Surname Qin!'

‘......’

Looking at the portrait of his father Qin Xiao on the tombstone, Qin Feng remained motionless, allowing the yellow paper in his hand to burn, even though the flames swept through his palm, he still did not move at all.

Until... The yellow paper burned to ashes completely.

Song Lan stood on Qin Feng's right side, turned her head to look at Qin Feng, she could see Qin Feng's inner worries, as a mother... She doesn't expect her children to be successful, she just hopes that her children can live a peaceful and peaceful life, without disasters and difficulties.

That's enough.

She didn't want to see Qin Feng's sad appearance now, but... There's nothing she can do to change that.

Turning his head to look at Qin Xiao's tomb and looking at the tombstone, he could only whisper to himself in his heart.

'Xiao, if you have a spirit in the sky, bless Xiaofeng well, don't let him have an accident. ’

And Qin Chuxue, who was on the left side of Qin Feng, had been squatting on the ground sobbing and crying, and when she looked at her father's tomb, she would think of the days when the family of four was together in the past.

Although Qin Xiao is strict with Qin Feng, he loves Qin Chuxue's daughter very much, and they all say that her daughter is her father's lover in her previous life, which is not false at all.

Qin Xiao's love for Qin Chuxue once even made Qin Feng feel a little envious in his heart.

Bamboo leaves rustle, only Qin Feng's family came to this Zhuyin Villa.

As for Nangong Yiren, Yun Ling, Qi Ling'er, Lin Yuechan, and Luo Qinghan, Qin Feng asked them to do what they had to do.

Because...

This, perhaps, will be the last time.

——

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

Snow falls from nine days, like goose feathers, fluttering down.

Falling on the shoulder...

Wearing a jade white dress and a graceful body, Yun Ling stood in front of this tomb, just like this, standing quietly, looking at the inscription on this tombstone.

——

The edge of Jiangzhou, Yuanshan.

The ancestral land of the Luo family, row after row of tombstones, this is the tomb of the ancestors of the Luo family, and in the latest column, Luo Qinghan is wearing a purple lotus skirt, with long flowing curly hair scattered on his shoulders, charming and pleasant, quietly looking at the tomb in front of him.

Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes uncontrollably.

This is the tomb of Old Man Luo.

——

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

On the riverside, Lin Yuechan sat alone on the grass.

Looking at the flowing river, I fell into silence.

Her master, her brother, her sister... The ashes were scattered into this creek.

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

——

Jingzhou, Jingye City.

Qi family ancestral hall.

The candles that had been extinguished began to light up, and Qi Ling'er looked at these spiritual positions in the ancestral hall, among which were her father and eldest brother.

She has always been hippie and smiling, but she has never been so serious.

——

Immortal City, the area where the mortals of the Qin Mansion are housed.

In a small attic, Nangong Yiren, who was wearing a purple skirt with a suspender belt, was very happy to pinch the face of a handsome little boy, and the little boy also looked at Nangong Yiren with a smile.

This is Nangong Yiren's younger brother, Nangong Fan.

——

Kyushu, which had been destroyed once, was regained little by little in the quiet after the chaos, and from the fairy city, a large number of monks began to rush to the states, preparing to rebuild the Kyushu Alliance.

The major families and forces of all parties, those who are still the only remaining clansmen, also returned to various regions at this time and began to rebuild the mountain gate of the family.

All...

In the eyes of these Yunshui monks, it was all over.

A better life in the future is about to begin.

Although it will take a while to recover, it will definitely be able to recover, and in the future... It will also get better and better.

But they don't know...

An even bigger storm is coming, this storm is far beyond their imagination, and far beyond their capabilities, any one of them... Not even qualified to participate.

Because in this turmoil, even the slightest existence is a god-transforming monk that is beyond their reach in their lifetime.

The place where the gate of the cloud and water realm is.

There are already millions of demons gathered here, and these demons are all with fire in their eyes, and they are looking in the direction of the Yunshui Realm Gate one by one, with reverence and respect.

They all know very well what kind of existence exists in this realm.

That's their deity!

Monkey King, Demon Venerable of All Worlds!

"Oh, the Dongting kid is finally finished, and sure enough, he is still old-fashioned, and this plate is licked clean enough. ”

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Chang Chengyi looked at the location where the original Seventh Realm Heavenly Patrol Army was, the 450,000 Patrol Army had completely disappeared at this time.

450,000, not a single left!

Only the thick bloody aura still permeated the realm, lingering.

There was a blue-gray streamer, galloping in the direction of the Yunshui Realm, and in this streamer, it was the Kui Wood Wolf Dongting with an unhappy face and anger in his eyes.

Obviously, the destruction of 450,000 heavenly soldiers still could not calm the anger in his heart.