Lin Zhao still drew his sword.

It is not difficult to pull out the fairy sword in the form of a soul. The sword light swept across and directly dispersed Bai Lan's soul. This is equivalent to killing Bai Lan again. However, Lin Zhao was not happy at all. Looking back, he saw the sky full of fist and sword energy surging in the snow forest in the distance. Chen Wanli joined forces with Lu Xing to fight against the thirteenth level of the seven demon clans!

If this battle is won, the victory balance will turn to the human race. If you lose, you still have to fight.

...

A young man's soul drifted towards the snowy Tianchi Lake.

Just in front of the camp, he saw a dream-ridden figure, Chen Yu.

When the soldiers of the Great Chen Dynasty died, Chen Yu was unwilling to survive alone. He actually asked for a sharp sword from Da Shang, came to the camp at the foot of the mountain, and joined as a member of the infantry. He made a sword and punched him very fiercely, but the offensive of the demon clan was too fierce, and Chen Yu was already injured on many sides.

In a blink of an eye, a sword cultivator of the Nine Realm Demon Clan made a sword in the air. Chen Yu suddenly fell out with a bunch of blood. Her body kept twitching. The sword was extremely injured and it was an extremely fatal sword.

"Sister Chen Yu!"

Lin Zhao flew forward, but he could not get close to Chen Yu. There was a restriction on the wind, rain, and thunder between his soul and the living.

A figure flew from the south of the mountain, wearing white clothes, which was Su Shanjun.

“Uh…”

When he held Chen Yu in his arms, Chen Yu seemed to be looking back, her eyes were filled with the man in front of her. She stretched out her hand to touch the other person's face.

"Did you remember me?"

Su Shanjun said softly.

"Um."

Chen Yu burst into tears: "You are my Lin Su..."

In her eyebrows, a word of natal appeared—

Joy!

...

It is this natal word that allows her to awaken all the memories of her previous life in life for generations, and the most important thing about these memories is Su Shanjun. Even the Chu Huaixi, whom she admires and loves in this life, is far from comparable to the man in front of her. She cried with joy, but kept coughing up blood.

"It's good to think about it, it's good to think about it..."

Su Fu cried endlessly.

Su Shanjun, the mountain god Su Fu, and there is Fusu in the mountain.

Your Highness, the rain is great, and there is lotus.

...

Chen Yu kept coughing violently, covered in blood, and her whole heart was almost cut open by the sword, but she was really happy at this moment, with a smile on her painful face, gently rubbing the other person's face with her palm, and said softly: "I finally saw you again, I miss you so much..."

"I miss you as well……"

Su Shanjun's tears rolled.

Chen Yu smiled softly, and remembered the scene of the last life when he passed away. In that life, he was a woman from a scholarly family. He never married for his whole life. He did not realize why he did not marry in this life until his death. It was because of that person. So, the old woman with bright hair and a bookish fragrance grinds her in front of the window before she died, spreads rice paper, and wrote a poem that said, "You buried the mud in the spring, and I am sending my head full of snow on earth."

In this life, she only hopes to meet him again.

"Okay, I'm back home."

Su Shanjun picked up his beloved woman, turned around and looked at Lin Zhao's direction, as if he could see Lin Zhao's soul. He smiled slightly and said, "Thank you, I let her live for seven more days."

Lin Zhao stood there, bowing gently and holding his fists.

...

Not long after, Su Shanjun returned to Shanjun Temple with Chen Yu, and hugged her. The two of them leaned on the threshold of Shanjun Temple together to watch the pear blossoms outside the door. For Lin Su, he had been waiting for the time he had been waiting for these short minutes.

"I'm leaving."

Chen Yu gently held his face and smiled and said, "I'm sorry, sorry... I've been waiting for you for so long, and I'm leaving again..."

"It's okay."

Su Shanjun said softly: "I will wait for you for another lifetime."

"Um."

Chen Yu passed away with a smile.

Just when Chen Yu's vitality was cut off, Su Shanjun put her in the Shanjun Temple and stepped out of the Shanjun Temple. At the moment he stepped out, his mood was fully opened. He was already a thirteenth realm mountain and water god. In the snowy Tianchi area, it was comparable to the fourteenth realm. He even said a dirty word: "Your grandma's demon clan, blood debt is paid for blood!"

He swept past, and the Shanjun Divine Sword swept across the battlefield. In just a moment, more than ten thousand demon soldiers were killed and the monks turned into blood rain. In front of an angry fourteen realms, nothing was left.

"Su Shanjun."

A voice came into Su Shanjun's ears, and Qin Suihan's voice: "The way of heaven is about to hang upside down. Please save some energy and leave some help to this world, is it good?"

"Can."

Su Shanjun said: "But I can only pay the price from the eleventh level to the 14th level to help you. I want to keep a realm of return to the true world and help her keep the word "natal", so that she can escape into the cycle of reincarnation and awaken her memories in the previous life again."

"Yes, that's a matter of course."

So, Su Shanjun cut out only more than twenty swords and stopped, killing three twelve realms, nine eleven realms, and nearly one hundred thousand demon soldiers in total. It is not too many.

...

Late at night.

There were thunderstorms in the north of the Snowy Land Tianchi, Lu Xinghe, Chen Wanli's battle with the Thirteenth Realm of the Demon Clan was still continuing. At this moment, Lin Zhao's more than 60 camps deployed in the north of the Snowy Land Tianchi had been captured, and the army of the four northern tribes officially began to attack the mountains and the troops were facing the Snowy Land Tianchi!

On the dim mountain road, Lin Zhao's soul slowly climbed the mountain. As usual, he was carrying a fairy sword behind his back. His legs were low and powerful, and he did not jump. He just climbed the mountain step by step. He wanted to try his best to go home slowly and not to be too anxious.

On the north side of the snowy sky pool, a green mountain rose from the ground. On the green mountain, someone was drinking. The man was wearing a white Confucian shirt and looked very tired. He looked down at a gray figure that had just come up at the foot of the mountain, so he raised his wine glass and said, "Ship Lin, would you like to come up and have a drink with Wen Shuoyang?"

Lin Zhao glanced at him, instantly lifted up his figure and rose up, landing in front of Wen Shuoyang, without any respect, just smiled slightly and said, "Lin Zhao meets Wenhou."

Instead, Wen Shuoyang leaned over and performed a Confucian tribute, saying: "Wen Shuoyang is the world, thanks Lin Shuoyang."

"Um."

Lin Zhao sat down, picked up a glass of wine, and drank it all in one go.

On the side, the purple-clothed strategist saw it clearly and could not help but tremble in his soul. He did not expect that Lin Zhao's soul would appear here. If he were not in the upper five realms, he would not be able to discover it.

"The demon clan has entered the game."

Wen Shuoyang pondered and said, "Ship Lin is a god-given general in the world. If it weren't for your layout, even if our human race wins this war, it would be a tragic victory. Lin's success in this world is a great achievement, and it is a brilliant military achievement that has been unprecedented!"

"Mr. Wen doesn't have to praise me."

Lin Zhao looked directly at the Wenhou and said, "I just want to ask, Chu Huaixi's death was instructed by Wenhou?"

"yes."

Wen Shuoyang did not hide it at all and said, "The human race has been split for too long. This time, defeating the four northern tribes is a god-given opportunity for the unity of the world. Chu Huaixi is the soul of the Great Chen Dynasty. Not to mention the Snowy Tianchi Lake, there are still many aristocratic clans in Yanzhou. The clans are devoted to the Great Chen Dynasty and Chu Huaixi. If Chu Huaixi does not die, it will be difficult for the world to be truly unified."

Lin Zhao frowned and said nothing.

Wen Shuoyang said: "Don't you blame me?"

"So what if you are weird?"

Lin Zhao said lightly: "I only have a wisp of soul left now. God knows when it will disperse. How can you do to you, Wenhou?"

"Ship Lin..."

Wen Shuoyang sighed and said, "What do you want to say to me Wen Shuoyang? Whether it is scolding or inquiring, even if it is a slander, I will continue to respond. This is what I, Wen Shuoyang, owes you, and what the Dachen Dynasty does."

"good."

Lin Zhao turned around and asked, "I would like to ask Wenhou, how did the Great Shang Dynasty control Yanzhou?"

"Wen, send the state patriarch to take charge of the military and political affairs of a state, and send several military governors to control the troops of a state."

"What about the specific policy?"

Lin Zhao frowned and said, "Have you ever asked the women of the Dachen Dynasty to marry a Dashang man?"

“There is a requirement.”

Wen Shuoyang did not deny: "But it was not my idea. This was just to differentiate the bloodline of the Great Chen Dynasty and weaken the existence of the Great Chen Dynasty. Yanzhou is Yanzhou, and it should be Yanzhou of the Great Shang Dynasty, not Yanzhou of the Great Chen Dynasty?"

"Don't you feel ashamed to say this?"

Lin Zhao looked straight at the Wenhou.

"well……"

Wen Shuoyang said: "What do Lin Shuo have any ideas? You can just say that I, Wen Shuoyang, can do everything I can do."

"good."

Lin Zhao stood up, looked straight at Yanzhou, the hometown of the Great Chen Dynasty, and said, "From now on, women of the Great Chen Dynasty will only marry their beloved people. I want the people of the Great Chen Dynasty to live with their heads raised, instead of raising their breath everywhere. I want the academy, academies, mountains, and sects to be taken care of and all the children of the Great Chen Dynasty who were sent to the Great Shang Dynasty can be taken care of and all the smooth and smooth."

He turned around and looked at Wen Shuoyang and said lightly: "If the Great Shang Dynasty defeated the Great Chen Dynasty, I will not let you go even if I die!"

Wenhou stood up and bowed to the young man: "Please rest assured Lin Shuoyang, as long as I am still alive, I will definitely respect Lin Shuo's words just now. I will definitely strive to promote lenient pardons to the people of Yanzhou, and will also try my best to take care of the descendants of the Dachen Dynasty who had scattered their branches and leaves in the Da Shang Dynasty. If I violate this oath, both man and gods will be destroyed!"

"Thank you."
To be continued...