The city of Monkey King

A large number of demons are gathering outside the Yunshui area, and the number is growing exponentially over time.

At this point, Qin Feng, who is in the world, is ignorant.

At the moment, he is in a cemetery.

One of Kyushu, Jiangzhou City, Qingzhou.

Although Jiangzhou was destroyed almost the same time in Qin Feng, but after the Qin Feng entered the demon in Jiangzhou, he went to Zhuyin Mountain Villa and set up the protection enchantment of the entire villa.

As long as it is not deliberately destroyed, this cemetery will not be damaged any more.

Although the black ravaged Kyushu, those Stars also captured Jiangzhou, but Zhuyinshan Villa did not suffer any damage.

after all…

Even if these Stars are no longer boring, they will not eat and have nothing to do with a cemetery where only the bones of the mortal are buried.

Therefore, this piece of bamboo hidden mountain village still retains the original appearance of the defect, and no further damage.

The wind, with the slightest grief, blows the green bamboo, swings with the wind, and the sound of bamboo leaves and rustling continues.

The most central cemetery in the cemetery.

There is a portrait on the tombstone carved by the white marble. It is a serious seriousness, and it looks like a portrait of Qin Feng. It is faintly visible in youth.

This is the tomb of Qin Feng’s father, the tomb of Qin Xiao.

Before Qin Xiao’s tomb, Qin Feng was half-situated here, a stack of yellow paper in his hand, without wind and spontaneous combustion, and the flame slowly burned.

Beside him, one left and one right is his mother Song Yu and his sister Qin Chuxue, of course... there is a black dog that is not far behind.

‘Dad, what do you do if you are me? ’

Qin Feng looked at the portrait of Qin Xiao on the tombstone, and there was a rare tangled in his eyes. His life was very tangled, but at this moment he looked at his father's tombstone, and Qin Feng could not help but fall into it.

‘I, do it for me, or... will be him. ’

‘I am... your son, the mother and sister, I will... be sure to be me. ’

‘I... surname Qin! ’

‘...’

Looking at the tombstone belonging to his father Qin Xiao's portrait, Qin Feng did not move, let the yellow paper burning in his hand, even if the flame passed over his palm, still did not move.

Until... the yellow paper is completely burned to ash.

Song Wei stood on the right side of Qin Feng and looked at Qin Feng. She could see the inner worries of Qin Feng. As a mother... she does not expect her children to have achievements. She only hopes that her children can Peace and safety, no disaster.

That is enough.

She didn't want to see the sorrowful look of Qin Feng, but she couldn't change it all.

Turning to look at Qin Xiao's tomb, looking at the tombstone, can only secretly speak in his heart.

‘Scream, if you are in the spirit of heaven, bless the little wind, don’t let him go wrong. ’

Qin Shixue, who is on the left side of Qin Feng, has been squatting on the ground and weeping. She looks at her father’s tomb and remembers the days when she was together.

Although Qin Xiao is strict with Qin Feng, he can be particularly fond of Qin Chuxue’s daughter. He said that his daughter is the father’s lover of the last life. This sentence is not false.

Once Qin Xiao’s love for Qin Chuxue, even Qin Feng’s heart was a bit envious.

Bamboo leaves and rustlings, only to the Qinfeng family, who came to this bamboo hidden mountain village.

As for Nangong Yiren, Yunling, Qi Linger, Lin Yuexi, Luo Qinghan, Qin Feng let them do what they should do.

because…

This, perhaps the last time.

The tomb of the Kunlun Tianzhu Peak, Han Xiu and Xia Yurou.

The snow fell from nine days, the shape of the goose feathers, fluttering down.

Falling on the shoulder...

A jade-white dress, the body is wonderful, Yunling stood in front of the tomb, so stood quietly, watching the inscription on the tombstone.

Jiangzhou edge, Yuanshan.

Luojiazu land, a series of tombstones, this is the tomb of the ancestors of the Luo family, and in the latest column, Luo Qing Han a violet lotus skirt, floating long curly hair scattered shoulders, charming and comfortable, quietly looking at the front Tomb.

Tears can't stop falling from the corner of my eye.

This is the tomb of Luo Laozi.

A deserted town in Qingzhou has a small river in the suburbs.

On the riverside, Lin Yuexi sat alone on the grass.

Looking at the flowing river, I fell into silence.

Her master, her brother, her sister... the ashes were scattered into this small river.

Looking at the river, she can recall the scenes of the past...

Jingzhou, Jingye City.

Qi Jiazong.

A candle that was originally extinguished began to light up the candle, and Qi Linger looked at the spirits in the ancestral hall, including her father and big brother.

She has always been a hippie smile, she has never been so serious.

Xiancheng, the area where the mortal people of the Qin Building are placed.

In a small attic, Nangong Yi, who was wearing a sling and a purple skirt, was very happy to hold the face of a handsome boy. The little boy also smiled and looked at the Nangong Yiren.

This is the younger brother of Nangong Yiren, Nangongfan.

Kyushu, which was destroyed once, regained its anger in the quiet after the chaos. From the city of Xian, there were also a large number of monks who began to go to the states to prepare for the reconstruction of the Kyushu alliance.

The major families and the various parties, the only remaining people, have returned to various regions at this time and began to rebuild the mountain gates.

all…

In the eyes of these Yunshui monks, it is over.

The good life of the future is about to begin.

Even if it takes a while to recover, it will certainly be able to recover, and the future... will be getting better and better.

However, they do not know...

A bigger situation is coming, this situation is far beyond their imagination, and far beyond their ability, any one of them... even the qualifications to participate in it.

Because in this situation, even if it is the most minimal existence, it is also a godless monk that they can hardly meet in their lifetime.

Cloud water boundary door.

There are already millions of demons gathered here. These demons are all hot in the eyes, looking at the direction of the cloud water gates one by one, with respect and respect.

They are all very clear about the existence of people in this sector.

That is their holy sage!

Qi Tian Da Sheng, Wan Jie demon!

"Oh? The Dongting kid is finally finished, and it is still an old temper. This plate is clean enough."

The long-selling mouth and the corner of the mouth with a smile, looking to the original position of the seventh world inspection army, the 450,000 inspection army, this time has completely disappeared.

450,000, one is not left!

Only the thick **** suffocation still permeates between the boundaries, floating and not scattered.

There is a gray ash stream, galloping in the direction of the cloud water world, this streamer, it is the face of the unhappy, Kui wolf Dongting with anger in his eyes.

Obviously, the 450,000 soldiers were killed, and the anger in his heart could not be calmed down. 2k novel reading network