Chapter 2758
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The heavily injured Xiao Guishan had returned after countless hardships.
What he saw was the destruction of the country, the destruction of the sect, and the death of the four teachers.
Suppressing his grief, Xiao Guishan ignored the injuries on his body and led the remaining disciples of the Tianliang Sect to help the victims of the disaster. They settled within the line of defense that his four masters had used their lives to create. Build a country …
The weather had turned cold.
Ten years after the Sky Wall shattered.
Ninety-nine percent of the living beings in the Setting Sun Demon Realm had perished. Only the top experts of the five tribes barely survived. However, the earth had been polluted. At the same time, spiritual energy was constantly leaking out of the realm through the Sky Leak. Everywhere was bleak.
Maple Fall Mortal World.
A large number of dead people came back to life, and ghost cultivators ran amok. They lived together with the remaining humans in the Tianliang Kingdom.
After Xiao Guishan hurriedly brought the refugees of the four seas to Tianliang, he passed away due to his heavy injuries, leaving the throne and chaos to his only son, Xiao Xiaochong. That year … Xiao Xiaochong was fourteen years old.
The insect had transformed into a true dragon.
Xiao Zao is today's Lord Xiao.
The Heavenly Leak was still there, constantly absorbing the spiritual energy of the twin realms and projecting terrifying corrosive radiation into the twin realms. The conflict between the Human Race and the Demon Race was the fight for the Tianliang Kingdom, the last paradise protected by the formation at the cost of the Four Saints' lives.
After listening to Master Shuai's account of the catastrophe 800 years ago, Zhen Xiaoxiao fell into silence.
No wonder his Little Apple clone saw a desolate scene in the Setting Sun World.
Ninety percent of the branches and leaves of the mother vine withered. It only produced three or four small fruits before it exhausted its vitality and went dormant!
Eight hundred years ago, she was also the supreme of the Demon Realm, the Night Vine Queen!
The Wind City Extreme Heaven had indeed fulfilled his long-cherished wish, allowing his avatar to become the son of the Universe Master … Unfortunately, the glory had passed. On the land that was burning with hellfire, the end of Ye Teng's life could already be clearly seen by the demons!
As for Little Congee …
The body Small Gruel had borrowed was actually Xiao Guishan's only grandson.
The relationship was really messy and complicated!
Among them, the one who made people sigh the most was Yan Zifeng, who was later known as Yan Mo!
There was nothing wrong with cultivators pursuing the truth of the Heavenly Dao.
However, it would be too narrow-minded and selfish to sacrifice one's family, one's teacher, one's lover, and even one's homeland to fulfill one's wish!
When one man attained the Tao, two worlds were destroyed. It was not hard to imagine that the resentment of those ghost cultivators who were resurrected on the ground of Tianliang Kingdom came from their disdain and curse for Yan Zifeng!
This person reminded Zhen Xiaoxiao of Dongling Wujiang.
They were both heaven-gifted geniuses, both black-bellied and cunning, and both of them would lay their hands on the innocent for the sake of their dreams. However, when he recalled the silver-armored God of War, he felt no resentment in his heart. After his personal feelings were removed by time, all that was left was the tall figure of the God of War who had his back to the world wall and died defending his territory. And Yan Mo …
Zhen Xiaoxiao had never seen such a damned beast!
Lowering his head to look at the four kneeling statues in front of him, Zhen Xiaoxiao knew that they were the four Purple Stair Supremes of the Tianliang Sect. He roared furiously, "The ones who should be kneeling here shouldn't be these four seniors, but that despicable Yan Zifeng!"
"No!"
The skull shook its head slowly.
"Although Yan Zifeng is guilty, the Four Saints, as Supremes, failed to foresee the catastrophe in advance and failed to prevent the disaster from happening. This is a dereliction of duty."
"As a Sect Elder, you taught your disciple talents but forgot your moral character. This is a disgrace." Then, the skull cursed again and slapped the head of the long-bearded man who was kneeling on the ground.
"As a Purple Stair, you have cultivation but you can't see people clearly. You are blind!" The rotten eyeball's pupils were red.
"As a teacher, you have always ignored Xiao Guishan's hard work and diligence, burying his talent. This caused him to die from old wounds from the battle with Yan Zifeng after saving the world. This is a sin that can never be forgiven." The Black Ghost let out a long sigh, leaving only desolation in the world.
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