Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

"Hey, is the ghost king really dead? Would you mislead you by saying that? In case--"

"In case the King of Ghosts does not die, we will be dead. Anyway, from the beginning of the determination, there is no way back. I say this to stimulate everyone's fighting spirit, and ... I believe in Shaoyang."

The orange bit his lip.

"Oranges obey!"

Xiao Yiyun blinked at her.

"Go away, don't listen to any orders, I have my own business!"

"Do you want to disobey the will of Lord Fujun?" Xiao Yiyun cleared his throat and did not give Orange a chance to refute. Then he said, "The people of Chuanfu are embarrassed. You must go to Xumi Mountain to help the ghost hunter alliance deal with the overcast Shan Yuyi, if the battle is over, you must tell Ye Shaoyang what happened to the Yin Division. The Jizo Bodhisattva presides over the situation, and the capital city can be recovered in a moment ... well, let's go! "

Orange jumped up in excitement. "Still my father understands me!"

"Hold this! Jizo Bodhisattva."

Xiao Yiyun handed a feather to her, took a breath, the feather trembled, flew up with oranges, and flew in the direction of the boundless world.

Xiao Yiyun stood at the highest point of the city gate, overlooking the entire city, the flames ignited, and the battle began, although at present it looks like a mess.

However, Xiao Yiyun knew that the battle would soon end. After all, there was no Wuji King and Youjun guarding, and the guards of Taiyin Mountain alone were not enough to resist the counterattack of Yinsi.

What really decided the final victory or defeat was the battle of Sumiyama.

Xiao Yiyun raised his eyes, looking at the white light in the sky.

Ye Shaoyang, you must win.

...

The energy dissipated and the hot white light disappeared.

The Sumeru Mountain collapsed, and the too virtual and colorless sky disappeared.

Everything comes to peace.

Everyone got up from the ground and looked around, only to find that everyone was back on the land. Is this ... the vast plain of infinite boundlessness?

"Where's the boss?" Guagua first came to his senses, looking around, looking forward to Ye Shaoyang's shadow, not even Xiaojiu's disappearance, and ... the Promise of Wuji.

All three are missing.

Su Yan and Ye Xiaomu were lying still on the ground. Everyone hurried over to check and found that the pulse of the two was stable. They were probably too shocked to pass out. After all, the two of them were closest to the final battle.

"Who knows ... what just happened?"

Sibao asked stupidly.

No one answered.

Ye Shaoyang's last fight with the Promise Ghost King was instantly bright to the extreme white light and burned their eyes. Then they all flew out of the shockwave, and then ... that's it.

No one has seen the course or process of this war.

A figure flew from a distance. It was an orange. When she saw everyone there, she was taken aback. "Why are you staying here and not going to fight in Sumiyama?"

"It's over," Lin Sansheng said.

It's over ... Orange opened his eyes, "Who won?"

"we won."

Xiaoqing asked: "Are you sure?"

"Okay, we're alive, and that's proof, if the ghost king won, we're dead now."

"But they ... people?"

"Maybe, they're gone." Lin Sansheng's eyes were moistened. "Shaoyang won, but he is not a person in this world. Xiao Jiu and Dao Feng are the same. Maybe ... they don't want to say goodbye to us, they just leave Now. "

"My grass, why don't you say goodbye to us!" Sibao shouted.

"Because they will return, Shaoyang, Daofeng, and Xiaojiu belong to our world."

Everyone was silent.

Xiaobai weeped softly in his brother's arms.

"They will come back," Xiao Qing said, touching her sister's head.

"But it's not them anymore, I mean ..."

"I understand that they are the same in the future."

Sibao has been scolding Ye Shaoyang for not saying goodwill, but his relaxed expression shows that he is not really angry.

"Anyway, this fool wins. After all, I know. From the first time I knew him, I knew this fool would work. He is not an ordinary person!"

In the end, Sibao was excited.

Everyone was so excited that they couldn't even believe it was over.

"Really ... over?" Xiaobai asked again.

"It's over." It was Su Yan's voice.

When everyone looked back, Su Yan and Ye Xiaomu sat up on the ground.

"Are you all right?" Xiaobai asked.

Both shook their heads.

Su Yan began to talk about the principle of the collapse of Xu Mishan and the significance of the reincarnation of heaven.

"Fengshentai is the core of Sumiyama. All those who can enter Fengshentai are the gods and souls of the powerful men in history-it is a broken soul. This is very important. In order to return to heaven and earth and be absorbed by Xu Mishan. The energy of Fengshentai was previously absorbed by Uncle Ye, so Fengshentai collapsed, the entire spiritual realm collapsed, and the broken soul in Fengshentai also went Infernals—reincarnation, oh, uncle Pony and Uncle Wu's souls have also reincarnation. "

After hearing the results of Xiao Ma and Wu Jiawei, everyone was so relieved that they were completely relieved. After all, their souls are still there, and they have begun the cycle of life again.

Will they be mages in the next life? Will everyone have a chance to meet again?

Thinking of this, Sibao and others shed tears.

"Anyway, Tianjie is finally over. In the next twenty years ... it's finally over." Lin Sansheng sighed.

Everything is over.

Lin Sansheng then asked the whereabouts of Ye Shaoyang and the Wuji ghost king, and Su Yan could n’t say, but at the moment she was shocked, due to the closeness, she saw the seven-star Longquan sword broke the energy that the Wuji ghost king had gathered with the power of Yin and Yang. The last scene is Ye Shaoyang holding the sword on the forehead of the Promise King ...

Everyone heard the blood boiling, and it took a long time to calm down.

"So, the war is over!"

Sibao greeted everyone to go back first and say, leave this ghost place.

The spirit world is gone, and there is nothing worth remembering.

The group finally looked towards the place where the fighting took place, looking with their last expectations, hoping to see Ye Shaoyang and others, but empty.

An hour later, members of the Ghost League gathered at Ye Shaoyang's house—except Wu Jiawei, who could not return.

More than one person told the story of the battle, and the few who didn't go to hear the last, but also sad and happy. Xie Yuqing and Zhou Jingru held their hands, sitting together in tears.

Lao Guo did not know where to find a piece of sandalwood to carve a tablet for Wu Jiawei.

"What are you planning?"

Sibao stood up and stretched, looking at the faces of everyone.

Everyone in his heart quickly understood the reason why he asked this: Tianjie was over, everything was back on track, and everyone's fantasy and thrilling adventures were over.

(I wanted to finish it all in one breath today, so I did n’t do it yesterday. As a result ... I still have n’t finished it today. I ’m missing a postscript. It will be more complete tomorrow. It ’s a finale. I do n’t need to hang everyone. Let everyone see the ending in one breath. See you tomorrow!)