Once upon a time there was a demon pass

Zeshan.

Ji Hong gazed at the direction of Tianqiongjian calmly, expressionless.

Xiang Liu hovered over the mountain with a look of fear in his eyes.

Or rather, a little fortunate.

Fortunately, the lunatic chose the golden eagle instead of himself.

"Heh, no matter what the price was for this battle, the human race lost an old Moge permanently after all."

"This kind of peak master, the human race is far lower than the demon realm."

"No loss."

Ji Hong spoke suddenly, and said with a faint smile.

"There is also the sect of the gods, who have messed things up several times, and even used my Yaoyu as a gun."

"It's time to teach them a lesson, too."

Ji Hong continued.

"You can figure it out. For the next period of time, I need to sleep deeply."

"Zeshan's big and small affairs, you can handle them."

Xiang Liu's voice was low, and the nine snake heads slowly closed their eyes.

Like a snake hibernating.

Ji Hong shook his head with a smile, put his hands behind his back, and walked into the deep mountain.

It's just that when he turned around, his face turned pale, his body shook slightly, and he clenched his fists.

Soon it was back to nature.

……

The town demon is closed.

Silent.

Zhong Yushu got up slowly, stared at the demon realm in the distance, took a deep breath, his eyes were bloodshot: "Jiujue forbears the mountains and forests, Bajue presides over the situation..."

"Ah..."

"A sad time."

Turning around, looking at a somewhat sad soldier, Zhong Yushu shouted: "What the hell are you doing?"

"Make me laugh!"

"In this battle, our human race has won a great victory!"

"Ten elders of the Mo Pavilion, destroy three monsters and beasts, kill one mountain owner, storm the sky stream, shatter a corner of the core of the demon realm, and punish the nine-level dragon."

"This is a rare success for our human race in the past ten years!"

"What are you crying about!"

Zhong Yushu's voice kept echoing on the city wall.

Sun Yingxiong, who was standing on the other side, looked at Zhong Yushu's figure and let out a soft sigh.

perhaps...

This is the tragedy of the frontline generals.

Taking a step forward, stepping out of the city wall, floating in the void, staring straight at the deepest part of the demon realm, opening his mouth suddenly, the energy surged, and the sound spread thousands of miles away.

"In this battle, the Yaozu did not abide by the agreement."

"You will bear all the consequences yourself."

"Within two years, there will be a complete truce and no attack on our human race."

"otherwise..."

"Today's scene is just the beginning!"

In the demon domain, roars sounded one after another, the voices were angry and irritable.

Looking directly into the sky, there was a calm voice.

"One year."

The voice fell, and the demon realm was silent.

"it is good!"

Sun Yingxiong didn't hesitate at all: "For one year, your monster race must not come within four passes and ten miles of our human race."

"Otherwise... the fish will die and the net will be broken!"

When you're done, turn around and leave.

The advantage of this negotiation...was bought by a human pioneer with his life...

The human race has suffered heavy losses this time, without this year's time to breathe, if they continue to fight high-intensity, they will inevitably fail.

Terrans... need too much time.

A war that was triggered by the Pantheism and intensified in the end came to an end.

Of course, at least it looks like... the Terrans won.

Zhenyaoguan recovered its rare calmness, cleaned the battlefield, and collected the countless corpses of monsters.

With these resources, the human race may be able to raise some outstanding juniors in the next year.

Day after day, year after year.

It dragged on for a year.

Unconsciously...

149 years have passed.

The next day, the whole country mourned.

In all the cities of the human race, what you see on the street is all white.

Mourning the ten elders of the Mo Pavilion, Uncle Wan.

It is also a mourning for the retrogrades who died in the Zhenyao Pass.

In this battle, the number of reserve service applicants surged.

And Mexico City...

In the deepest part, there is a low mountain.

Sun Yingxiong climbed the mountain alone.

On the top of the mountain, a very ordinary small house.

"The hall of the human race, everyone yearns for it."

"But did they know..."

"The so-called palace is the scene in front of us."

There was a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth.

Get dressed.

Meticulous.

Finally, gently pushed open the door.

The room is clean, without a trace of dust.

empty room...

The wall was covered with wooden signs with a personal name written on it.

Holding a few new signs in his hand, he carefully hung them on the wall, filling in the blanks.

Finally, erase a figure in the corner.

Added again.

In 149, more than ten million people died in battle.

That number is shocking.

With a solemn expression, he bowed to the wall and bowed.

"Human race grand pass has not been broken."

"The mountains, rivers, sun and moon are still there."

"Everyone..."

"rest in peace."

Whispering softly, he turned and left.

Just looking at the back, I feel a little lonely, depressed, and even... helpless.

But the moment he opened the door, his back straightened again.

In the house, he mourned the sages for the descendants of the human race.

Outside the house, he is the backbone of the human race, standing upright.

"This year, the College Freshman Competition."

"Champion Academy, resources are tilted."

"The champion student, filled with the blood of a divine beast, has an awakened demon core that perfectly fits him."

"Um..."

"You can follow the path of the pioneers and train your mind."

Sun Yingxiong thought about it and said that when he heard the last item, as a secretary, a look of surprise flashed in the eyes of the always rigorous middle-aged man, but in the end he didn't speak, just nodded slightly.

"Okay, I'll make arrangements."

Turn around and leave in a hurry.

Sun Yingxiong turned around, looked at the ordinary brick house, and sighed softly: "One day, I will come too."

Walking on the small road leading to the bottom of the mountain, it gradually went away.

……

Ink Academy.

"What's the date?"

Xu Yuanqing yawned and wobbled to the freshman dormitory area, listless, with obvious dark circles around his eyes.

He randomly picked a room door and kicked it open, and asked.

In the room, Sun Wen was wrapped in bandages, twisted his neck with some effort, and looked at the door: "Do you think... I know?"

"Tsk tsk, it looks like a silkworm chrysalis."

Xu Yuanqing regained his energy all of a sudden, walked in with a smile, sat on the edge of the bed, and lightly tapped the cast on Sun Wen's leg: "Yo, the plaster is all gone."

"Speaking of which, what do you do when you go to the toilet?"

"It won't be the old aunt who is in charge of the dormitory..."

Xu Yuanqing looked outside the door mysteriously, making sure no one had heard it, and then said with a smile on his face.

Sun Wen's face was dark: "Get out!"

"Tell me."

"You can't pee in your pants."

"How wet."

But Xu Yuanqing didn't give up, and still asked persistently. When Sun Wen was furious, he straightened his expression: "If you guessed right, this time..."

"I earned a lot of credits."