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As Zhou Tianchong said, the Shengming Sect cannot be mastered for a day, especially when it is to destroy the demon clan, it is particularly important.

"According to the last wish of the clan, Liang Xiao will be the leader of our sect." Zhou Chengtiandao, facing the disciples of Shengming Sect, "Grand disciple Liang Xiao, come forward to receive the title!"

Everyone suppressed the grief in their hearts and began to look at Liang Xiaolai, who was about to take over as the leader of the Shengming Sect.

"Senior Brother, mighty!"

Most disciples of the Shengming Sect support Liang Xiao’s successor to the position of sect leader.

In front of the disciples of Shengming Sect, Liang Xiao was wearing a white brocade robe and dancing in the wind. Although he was a disciple of Shengming Sect's other surname, the reputation of Shengming Sect Liang Xiao had long been spreading, and his integrity was very impressive.

but.

"The Supreme Elder, I can't do this position as the sect leader, and I feel ashamed." Liang Xiao stood there, said a word, and turned to Zhou Mingxuan. "He is the future sect leader of our Shengming Sect."

"Liang Xiao, you are arrogant. How can you let this position of sect leader give to whoever you say?" Zhou Tianchong said sternly. In fact, he was quite satisfied with Liang Xiao.

Just facing everyone, I have to do this.

What's going on?

Everyone began to talk about Liang Xiao’s dramatic scene.

"It's not that I, Liang Xiao, is that Mingxuan, is that he really has this qualification! If you don't believe me, you can ask the other people in our team." Faced with Zhou Tianchong's accusations, Liang Xiao said firmly.

"What's going on...? Tell me in detail quickly." Zhou Tianchong was stunned and hurriedly asked.

"In an adventure a few months ago, our team was surrounded by many high-level monsters in the valley. The place was not only extremely dangerous, but also blocked the space. Even the messaging talisman could not be sent out." Liang Xiao's eyes flashed, he thought for a while, and continued to say. "But just after we were besieged for a month, when we were out of ammunition and food, Mingxuan broke through to the peak of the Heavenly Level in one fell swoop and killed a total of ten twelve-level monsters in succession. This made us escape from the Heavenly Sky."

"Although the strength of the peak of the Heavenly Level may not be anything in the eyes of everyone, but do you know? Mingxuan had just broken through to the advanced Heavenly Level before, and in less than two months, he broke through two realms in a row. What kind of virtue can I, Liang Xiao, have I, inherited the throne of the sect leader and led all the disciples of the Shengming Sect."

After saying that, Liang Xiao looked at Zhou Mingxuan beside him with a smile.

What!

Xiaoqiang is so awesome. He has never seen him as powerful before. It seems that this kid is actually quite powerful, but he just doesn’t like it!

Chen Mo was slightly surprised and smiled.

"Mingxuan, what he said is true?" Zhou Tianchong looked at Zhou Mingxuan incredibly.

"Senior Brother, why are you doing this?" Zhou Mingxuan turned to Liang Xiao.

"Junior Brother Mingxuan. Come and inherit the throne quickly. Master is in the sky. You will definitely be very happy." Liang Xiao knelt down on one knee, and it was already a bow.

Seeing Liang Xiao kneeling down, the other disciples also half knelt on the ground.

A genius warrior like a monster is really a blessing for their clan!

"Come on, please get up quickly, what kind of virtue is Zhou Mingxuan? Let all senior brothers and brothers treat me like this!" Zhou Mingxuan stepped forward and quickly helped Liang Xiao up.

"Haha, Mingxuan, don't insist. Since you have such talent, don't let everyone down. From now on, you will be the leader of my Shengming Sect. When you go back, you will hold a formal ceremony for you." After that, Zhou Tianchong turned to look at Liang Xiao, with appreciation in his eyes. "When things happen here, you can practice with me."

A series of awesome sounds burst out in the crowd.

Liang Xiao is undoubtedly the successor of the future Supreme Elder of the Supreme Elder, and he cannot be said to have great potential.

"Then Mingxuan will be disrespectful." Zhou Mingxuan sighed and said helplessly.

This kid has finally grown up. It seems that I, the boss, have to work hard to practice, so I can't let this kid pass by.

Seeing Zhou Mingxuan growing up instantly, Chen Mo hugged Ming Youlian and slowly walked towards the cliff, beginning to think about his future path.

Since Zhou Chengtian's death, Zhou Tianchong seems to have grown a few years old, looking at his nephew, Zhou Mingxuan with muddy eyes. This kid seems to have suddenly become sensible. At this moment, he is holding back his grief and pretending to be strong, but tears cannot stop flowing in his eyes.

Zhou Tianchong felt a soreness in his heart, and he couldn't bear to look at it anymore, and then he sighed to the sky. Good boy, your father's spirit in heaven will be proud of you, he loves you so much.

Then Zhou Tianchong's eyes lit up, and he looked at the crowd coming to support the audience, and let out a shout that shocked the world: "The war is over!"

Cheers suddenly sounded in the crowd below the audience, and the cruel battle that lasted for three thousand years was finally over.

Chen Mo was sitting on the cliff with the unconscious Ming Youlian. He looked sideways and looked at the cheers. The crowds surrounding the audience would have as much cheers as they cheered.

These people either hugged and cheered, covered their faces and sobbed, while others grabbed a handful of blood-stained sand, wrapped it carefully, and carefully stuffed it into their arms...

"I hope this pot of strong wine can comfort this dust." Chen Mo took out a pot of strong fragrance from the storage ring, bit off the wine seal, and slowly poured it into the sand in front of him.

"My brothers who died in battle, this is the best wine in my hometown..."

Chen Mo looked up at the still red sky, and the demonic energy around him was still floating in strides. The ancient battlefield where the sound of killing sounds was everywhere before seemed so lonely at this moment.

"You who are dead are all our heroes who are alive..."

Finally, the last drop of wine was poured. Chen Moyang threw the empty wine pot into the air, lowered his head and looked at it. Ming Youlian or Mu Lingwei, who was like she was asleep. Then he raised his hand to sort out the long hair on her forehead and said softly:

"When the matter here is over, we will go home and go back to our Changchun Valley."

At this time, the Supreme Elder Zhou Tianchong, who was under the cliff, recruited a commander and ordered: "Immediately send the news of victory here back to the Demon-Suppressing City, remember to pass it back with great fanfare."

"I understand!" The commander who had been fighting against Zhou Tianchong, knelt on one knee and replied solemnly.

Then he immediately stepped onto the boat that was laid down on the warship, hung up the flag representing the human coalition, and flew towards the Demon Suppression City.

Chen Mo stood on the cliff and looked at the flying cavalry far away. He understood that nearly half of the casualties had only won a miserable victory, and needed a huge victory to comfort him. After all, there was another fierce battle in the Great Wilderness Realm waiting for them.

After the commander Juechen left, Zhou Tianchong turned his head to look at the dark demon palace in the distance. There was still little demonic energy there, darkness and dimness. It is hard to say that there would be no remaining demon souls hiding in it.

If the demon souls here are not completely eradicated, sooner or later, the tragedy will happen again. However, he and the other elders were seriously injured, and these elites in the Demon-Suppressing City were also exhausted.

So he ordered that all the staff should be repaired on the spot. After two hours, they began to get close to the Dark Demon Palace and clean up the remaining demon souls.

Seeing that everyone under the cliff began to sit on the spot, took pills, and recovered from the cross-legged side. Helian Huowu helped the ancestor Huofeng sit down and used his mysterious energy to heal the wounds of the ancestor Huofeng.

Chen Mo also took a healing pill for himself, and then began to use the great bright mysterious energy to heal the Mingyoulian, who was still in a coma.

The commander who followed the Supreme Elder Zhou Tianchong for many years and knew Zhou Tianchong's intentions was in a hurry all the way. When he met a small group of human troops, he sang full of mysterious energy and shouted loudly: "Wuyan is dead! The human race is a great victory!"

In addition, the demons were killed along the way. It was unimpeded. The small boat he was riding in was a very fast airship tailor-made for him.

After an hour, we had arrived at the periphery of the Fortress.

"Wuyan is dead! The human race is victorious!" The commander shouted loudly all the way, his voice was magnificent, shocking his mind.

However, the messenger did not stop, but plucked up the mysterious energy and surrounded all the forward fortresses, and then rushed towards the Demon Suppressing City.

Before moving forward to the fortress, more than half of these human elites who fought head-on with the demons were killed or injured at this time. The disability and the death of relatives and friends almost made these people feel extremely low.

Until this time, the Supreme Elder's messenger rushed over and shouted loudly. These people, whose body and mind were covered in pain, felt as if they were given a heart-wrenching injection, raised their frustrated faces one after another.

"It's the commander of the Supreme Elder!" I don't know who shouted out the first voice.

"That...that's...our flag..." A veteran who lost one of his arms collapsed to the ground cried out in a trembling voice after seeing the flag hanging high on the boat by the messenger.

"The Nightmare Demon Emperor is dead! We win! We win!" The veteran's crying gradually buried in the cheers of the crowd around him.

Among the crowd of people cheering victory, an old father with gray hair, covered in dust and tears, and a pair of rough big hands were picking up his son's body into a broken red-colored cloak.

"My good boy, my father will take you home now. Let's see your mother, we will see your mother..." The old father with gray hair was tearful, his mouth trembled, and he murmured in a low voice.

This old father was originally an energetic commander of thousands of people. He wanted his only child to undergo some war training and inherit his family business in the future. But he was worried that his child would encounter an accident, so he put it next to him and became a personal guard.

This old father thought that it would be better to keep it by his side than to follow others to charge in battle. If there is danger, he could help him. After all, he is his favorite child.

But unexpectedly, in order to protect himself, the child was torn to pieces by a demon soldier in front of him.

The old father felt that his heart was empty, and his whole body's strength and blood left with his children. He didn't know how he survived in the end. He hoped that it was himself who died, not his children...

Yan Powu held a long sword in his hand, covered with blood and scars all over his body. He looked at the crowd in front of him, standing without saying a word.

He was originally proud of Xiao Sha and his blood, but now the bloody smell spread all over his body made him feel sick.

He could even pronounce the names of these blood-stained masters: "Cui Junwu, Fu Boxiong, Shentu Wenbin, Zhang Sutian, Chaoyang..."

Originally, these people attended the Heavenly Dao Conference like Yan Powu, with full hope. Later, for the future of mankind, and with the inspiration of a group of bigwigs, they came to this ancient battlefield of gods and demons with enthusiasm.

Even before, these people were still alive and laughing, but now they became corpses lying on their feet.

Like the debris everywhere, it stayed on this land forever.

Yan Powu couldn't bear to think about it, so he touched the storage ring and took out a jar of aged wine that he had never been reluctant to drink. After opening the wine seal, he sprinkled it in front of him.

"Brothers, go all the way."

At this time, a beautiful woman's singing reached Yan Powu's ears.

The lyrics are like the pronunciation of some ethnic minority. Although they cannot understand the meaning of the lyrics, they are gentle and gentle, like crying and complaining, like flowing in, with a faint sorrow that goes straight to the heart.

After hearing this, Yan Powu couldn't help feeling his eyes wet, and he couldn't help but turn his head to look.

It turned out that under the corner of the fortress, Sipeya was sitting against the wall with her arms and knees. The distant and melodious song was sung by her.

"Listen, watch.

Like a young man with tender buds in pine trees,

You are real warriors,

Death is like flying leaves,

Death is like a burning pine branch,
To be continued...