Life Hunter

Chapter 1127 Sacrifice to Spring Breeze

Zhang Wentong stared blankly ahead. The Demon God's Gate consumed a lot of power from the Ten Thousand Demons God Formation, and now it turned into spiritual energy that dissipated and merged into the world.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

"There is still a chance, there is still a chance..."

The head of the Yimo Sect who was vomiting blood on the side crawled over, grabbed Zhang Wentong's shirt, and stared at Zhang Wentong with eyes as hard as stone.

Zhang Wentong suddenly let out a chuckle, as if laughing at himself, slowly turned his head to look in the direction of Shendu, and said: "He has an iron heart."

"Impossible. As long as the remaining power is mobilized, it is possible to summon the Great Demon Heavenly Clan. At that time, it will not be a single demon god, but multiple demon gods who will descend, even stronger and more than that time."

"For him, the opportunity has not come yet." Zhang Wen said.

"But if he does nothing, the line of demonic cultivators will be completely cut off!"

Zhang Wentong asked softly: "If we die, what does it have to do with him?"

"But...but he is the Lord of Demonic Cultivators..."

"He is still the lord of the world and the lord of the people. Do you think he has ever cared about the life and death of all living beings?"

"But... we are all demon cultivators..."

"We are still just humans." Zhang Wentong murmured in a low voice.

"Can……"

The demon cultivators on the side suddenly realized something, but they couldn't explain it clearly.

They looked at the stars in all directions and the righteous monks in front of them. They didn't know why, but they couldn't think of resisting.

In front of their eyes, the people they killed continued to appear.

Before, they were afraid, they ridiculed, they ignored, they panicked...

But now, they suddenly feel much more relaxed.

"He...really won't save us?"

Zhang Wentong smiled and kowtowed three times and nine times in the direction of Shendu.

"Today, the relationship between you and me as king and minister is complete."

Zhang Wentong stood up, shaking his broken body, and stumbled towards Li Qingxian.

"The Eternal Demon Sect was defeated by you alone." After Zhang Wentong finished speaking, his eyes suddenly turned black and he pointed at Li Qingxian.

His body remained motionless, but a black figure as thin as paper rushed out. Like a black blade cutting everything, it suddenly expanded to a height of ten feet, separated from the ground, and attacked Li Qingxian.

Wherever the figure's black blade passed, a thin crack as thick as a hair appeared on the ground, and then it rapidly collapsed to both sides.

"presumptuous!"

"How dare you attack King Xian!"

Li Qingxian and Inner God didn't even make a move. The elders from all the major forces behind them rushed out together, using each move and technique to defeat Zhang Wentong's final blow.

Zhang Wentong's body was like a stone statue that fell to the ground. It shattered into pieces and fell to the ground, scattering into burnt yellow dust.

"Zhang Wentong, dead!"

"Heaven's Execution of the Demon Sect!"

"According to King Xian's order, slay the demon!"

"Slay the demon!"

"Slay the demon!"

Zhang Wentong's action was like a loud charge, inspiring many righteous monks to take action simultaneously to kill the evil cultivators.

Several old people walked out of the crowd talking and laughing, strolling leisurely in the brilliance of combat skills and spells, as if they were walking under a peach blossom tree.

No one around them seemed to be able to see these people, but they were at the top of the mountain, at the opening ceremony of the mountain, walking dozens of feet at a time into the back of Hua Mo Mountain in the sky.

Li Qingxian glanced at the backs of those people and looked around.

The demon cultivators had been suppressed by his repeated gifts. In addition, the demon god's departure destroyed their fighting spirit. There was no disturbance in the whole process.

Throughout the thousands of years of the human race, throughout history, demon cultivators have never been like this.

Even the demon cultivators who were almost extinct back then were still fighting and retreating, struggling to the death.

But now, countless magic cultivators rushed forward in a daze, took action in a daze, and fell to the ground in a daze.

Slaying demons is like cutting grass.

At the beginning, the righteous monks were more or less high-spirited in exterminating demons and defending the Tao, but as they continued to kill, many of their emotions slowly dissipated.

Only intense sadness remains.

They are demon cultivators, but they can also be considered human beings.

However, they have harmed too many people in the past.

If you don’t kill them, they will harm more people in the future.

While killing, some righteous monks stopped and stood blankly, staring blankly at all this.

Not everyone has a strong will.

No matter what, there are some people who kill without hesitation.

Because they know that these demon cultivators have killed countless people in the past.

As long as he lives, he will kill countless people in the future.

As for the merits and demerits of right and wrong, leave them to the future. Now, killing demon cultivators is just doing what you should do.

As the demon cultivators died, countless powers dissipated between heaven and earth. Under the influence of the mighty power of heaven and earth, they were transformed into pure spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and flowed everywhere in heaven and earth again.

Not long after, the inner gods returned.

Li Qingxian looked at the Hua Mo Mountain Hall that collapsed in the fierce battle, and seemed to be talking to himself or to the generals around him.

"It rained heavily that day. Duke Quan Jie once said that instead of crying and crying, it would be better to walk through the demonic mountains one day and take all the heads as sacrifices to the spring breeze."

"I've been here."

After Li Qingxian finished speaking, he turned around and walked out.

Behind the scenes, the battle continues.

Some righteous monks persuaded them to stay.

"Your Highness Prince Xian, next, you still need to take charge of the overall situation."

"Yes, without you, no one would dare to tell the truth about such a world-shattering achievement."

"Now that you leave, what if the demonic cultivators counterattack..."

Everyone tried to persuade him.

Li Qingxian shook his head politely.

When he reached the edge of the mountain top, Li Qingxian looked at the Tianjiang River, at the scenery north and south of the Tianjiang River, at the distant divine capital, the even more distant grasslands, and the land north of the river that originally belonged to the human race.

Li Qingxian looked back at the battlefield that was still going on.

"The spring breeze and I are both passers-by."

The wind was blowing gently, Li Qingxian and the generals entered Feikong Pavilion and flew towards Xianwang City.

The airships of Guxuanshan and Tianshi Sect took off and followed from a distance.

This time the flight was slower than before.

Li Qingxian stood in the sky, looking down at the human rivers and mountains.

The communication charm plate vibrated one after another, as if unaware.

After an unknown amount of time, Li Qingxian suddenly raised his head and looked forward.

In the dim light of dusk, the vast fields lie, dotted with green mountains.

A huge majestic city stands in the distance.

In the city, there are still five statues of evil gods standing. Looking at them now, they are very different from the first time.

There is no wave in my heart.

On Xun Mountain in the northwest corner of the city, the statues of the first four emperors remained unchanged despite being beaten by wind and rain.

If nothing else happens, when Emperor Taining dies, the next emperor will preside over the construction of the fifth statue.

Under the gray dusk light, the huge city was slowly darkened by the night.

Feikong Pavilion is getting further and further away from the divine capital city.

A picture of the divine capital appeared in front of Li Qingxian's eyes, including kites flying in the spring breeze, the buzzing of pigeon whistles in summer, the toughest leaf stems in autumn, and a steaming bowl of mutton soup in winter.

As long as the food stalls I have eaten at are still there, the divine city will still be the same divine city, and my hometown will still be the same hometown.

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