Nightwatcher

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The witch god, one of the most powerful of the human race.

Born in the ancient era of gods and demons, the witch god who was active in the period of fighting with humans and demons for hegemony, died by himself, and disappeared in ashes.

Seeing the body of the witch god and the primordial spirit disintegrate and return to nothingness, Xu Qi'an exhaled lightly, and the last super-rank fell, and the catastrophe was truly settled at this point.

"It's great, kill the witch god, put down the catastrophe, and no one can stop us from listening to the music."

Taiping Knife conveys joy to its owner.

How could I have such a weapon, such a spirit. Xu Qi'an casually threw away the peace knife, and turned to look at Jingshan City not far away.

The majestic majestic city stands alone on the plain, and the city is not empty, with the breath of countless living people.

He stepped forward and arrived at the hall in the center of the ancient city in an instant.

More than a dozen thick pillars support the magnificent dome. The palace is tall and wide, and the specifications are built according to the giants who are more than ten meters high.

Knowing that the witch god was born in the human race in ancient times, it is not surprising to look at this huge and exaggerated palace.

In ancient times, the palaces where gods and demons lived were also of this scale.

At the end of the scarlet carpet was a high throne, and Saren Agu, who was wearing a wizard's robe, stood beside the throne, and under the throne were thousands of wizards also wearing robes.

They sat cross-legged with their heads bowed in prayer.

"The witch god has died."

When Xu Qi'an spoke, he was still at the entrance of the main hall. After he finished speaking, he was already sitting on the throne that belonged to the witch god.

Hearing this, the thousands of wizards below did not make an uproar or make noise, but were dead silent, as if they had accepted their fate.

As wizards, they can naturally sense the death of the witch god, and know that the witch god was forced to death by this new witch god.

There are not many wizards who harbor resentment and hatred, and it is even the common feeling of most wizards at the moment.

It's just that in the face of the Valkyrie who is so ancient and brilliant, no wizard will feel revenge.

How do ants take revenge on the gods?

Saren Agu, whose thick white beard covered half of his face, took out two items from under his loose robe, bowed and offered them, and said in a hoarse voice:

"The witch god left it before his death. He said that with this thing, Xu Yinluo can save my life."

The two items are a carving knife and a Confucian crown.

With Zhao Shou's martyrdom, the two magic weapons fell into the hands of the witch god, who did not destroy them, but kept them.

However, the consumption of the two magic weapons was huge, and there was no trace of righteousness remaining.

Basically, seven or eighty-eight have been abolished, and it is impossible to recover without the Haoran Zhengqi that has been nourished for hundreds of years.

Xu Qi'an waved his hand, and put the carving knife and Confucian crown into the fragments of the ground book. He looked around the dark wizards in the hall, and his voice was majestic and calm:

"I allow the shaman system to continue. From today on, the shamanism will be renamed the shamanism, and it will be under the jurisdiction of Dafeng. Whatever happened in the past, let the past go."

Turning to look at Salun Agu, and the rain master Nalan Tianlu, Linghui master Uda Pagoda and Irbu on the steps, said:

"You are extraordinary, come back to Beijing with me, and spend five hundred years in Sitianjian's dungeon. After five hundred years, you will be free again."

Sarun Agu and other four extraordinary powerhouses bowed together to accept the punishment of Valkyrie.

Xu Qi'an immediately disappeared into the hall.

[Three: The witch god died, and the catastrophe is set. 】

After leaving the Temple of the Witch God, he sat cross-legged on the Taiping knife, passing the book while heading towards the capital.

Will my name be written in the history books in the future? Taiping Dao fights alone, cutting down ancient gods and demons, and the Taiping Dao under the Buddha's ass conveys ideas.

"Yes, from now on you will be the number one soldier in the world." Xu Qi'an patted the handle of the knife.

Hurry up and go back to the capital, go back to Goulan in the capital and listen to Qu Taiping Dao say with his thoughts.

"You are the number one magic weapon in the world, you must have the consciousness of being a magic weapon, and you should seldom do such degrading things." Xu Qi'an said seriously.

Then I want a female knife, and I want to double repair with her. The Taiping knife then expressed the meaning of wanting to sleep with a "woman".

? Xu Qi'an froze for a moment, and carefully worded:

"When did you go astray, and who led you down?"

Xu Qi'an would never admit that weapons follow their masters.

In Yuyang Pass, Huaiqing stood at the head of the desolate and lonely city, staring blankly at the biography protruding from the small jade mirror. After a while, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she leaned against the female wall and slipped little by little.

With a resolute personality like her, at this moment, there is also a sense of exhaustion that after the rain, the sky is clear, and the earth is rejuvenated.

This sense of exhaustion comes from the spirit.

In Jianzhou, under the organization of the Martial Arts League and the local government, the country gentry began to run eastward. On the official roads of Jianzhou City, people with bags on their backs dragged their families with their families, forming a slow crowd, like a colony of ants out hunting.

The dignitaries and merchants, riding in carriages or horses, walked in front of the team. If it wasn't for the army to limit their speed, they would have been like wild dogs running free, as far as they could escape.

On both sides of the official road, the cavalry of the Jianzhou Martial Arts League, the Jianghu people, the officers and soldiers of the Jianzhou government, and the defenders of the three prefectures of Xiang, Jing and Henan, lined up on both sides of the official road, maintaining the order of the fleeing team.

Cao Qingyang, who has entered the realm of third-rank martial arts, stands high in the clouds, overlooking half of Jianzhou, watching the overall situation.

"I don't know what happened to my ancestors in the Western Regions."

On the side of the official road, Fu Jingmen, who was on horseback, couldn't help turning his head, and said to Yang Cuixue who was riding beside him.

Yang Cuixue pondered for a moment:

"The ancestor is a second-rank martial artist, so he won't die in a hurry."

Even so, his face was extremely solemn.

A rank two martial artist, even in the face of a rank one powerhouse, still has the confidence to blow his beard and stare.

Excluding high-rank warriors of the same system, and monks in similar fields, first-rank warriors of all major systems cannot easily kill second-rank warriors.

But this is under normal circumstances. The current situation is that the third rank is as numerous as dogs, the first rank walks all over the ground, the half-step martial god leads the battle, and Chaopin personally rolls up his sleeves to end.

Zhao Shou, the newly-promoted second-rank Confucian, is dead, and the old ancestor is a warrior who must charge forward. Whether he can survive or not depends on God's will.

At this time, Qiao Weng looked at the crowd and sighed:

"The catastrophe is not fair, where can they escape?

"The old man has worked so hard to run the Jianzhou Chamber of Commerce, what is the use of earning so much money?"

Several sect masters and sect masters around fell silent.

Before Kou Yangzhou left, he told them the truth about the catastrophe.

If it was someone else who said: Kyushu is about to change the sky, super products will replace the way of heaven, and the world will be wiped out.

The sect masters of the Wulin League must have smiled and rewarded him with a few silver coins, praising him for his good books, and coming back next time.

But these words are said by the ancestors, so the meaning is different.

Combined with the deeds of the two half-step warriors who repelled the Buddha on the border of Leizhou a while ago, there is no room for their disbelief.

During this period of time, although they are fourth-rank warriors, they did not panic or despair on the surface, and even showed super executive power and a calm attitude.

But deep down in his heart, the despair and worry about the future, the powerlessness and fear of the catastrophe, are actually quite a few.

"Yellow and white vulgar things, if you don't bring them with you when you die, what a pity." Fu Jingmen said cursingly:

"My mother-in-law is still pregnant."

He spat with a ferocious face, and suddenly whispered decadently:

"Forget it, this world of son of a bitch, it doesn't matter if you don't come."

At this time, Xiao Yuenu withdrew his gaze and looked around everyone, "Brother Chu said, if Xu Yinluo can return from overseas, everything will be settled!"

Hearing this, Fu Jingmen and the others looked at Chu Yuanzhen who was standing at a low altitude while stepping on the flying sword.

Everything is certain. Chu Yuanzhen could only smile wryly. It was the greatest luck for Xu Ningyan to survive the siege of two super-ranks.

How easy is it to save the prison?

He was struggling overseas, the superpowers were struggling in the Western Regions, and Huaiqing stayed at Yuyang Pass to stare at the witch god, so it was not a struggle.

After the struggle, what kind of ending will Kyushu usher in?

He no longer wants to think about it.

At this time, the familiar heart palpitations came, and he took out the fragments of the book on the ground and took a closer look.

He immediately froze in place, and then, with a "bang", the fragments of the book fell to the ground.

Fu Jingmen and the others noticed the book from the ground falling in the air, and their hearts trembled. They rose up against the wind one after another, came to Chu Yuanzhen's identity, and said eagerly:

"What's the news?"

After the words fell, they were stunned. Chu Yuanzhen's eyes were slightly red, and his hands trembled slightly because of being too emotional.

The expression on his face was very complicated, and it was difficult for people to see the emotions clearly.

Yang Cuixue tentatively said:

"What's wrong?"

After asking, the old swordsman muttered in his heart: Don't be bad news!

Although bad news is most likely.

Taking a deep breath, Chu Yuanzhen murmured:

"News came from Xu Ningyan, he has killed all the Chaopins, and the catastrophe is set!"

Dreamlike.

The sect masters and sect masters of the Wulin League looked at each other, Fu Jingmen took a quick breath and asked:

"real or fake?"

Even though he knew that Chu Yuanzhen would not joke about such a big event, the information he gave gave the impression that it was just another joke.

Chu Yuanzhen ignored them, exhaled the turbid air in his chest, raised his head, and closed his eyes.

After a while, Fu Jingmen burst out laughing wildly, waving his arms, "Xu Yinluo killed all the Chaopins, put down the catastrophe, never before. Leader, we don't have to run away."

The laughter echoed far away, causing the people who were silently fleeing on the official road to stop, and followed the reputation in surprise.

Immediately afterwards, noises and discussions spread, and relaxed expressions or smiles appeared on the faces of the people. They didn't understand what a super product was, but they were listening to what the quack said.

Xu Yinluo put down the catastrophe, so there is no need to run away!

With their trust and respect for Xu Yinluo, almost no one questioned it, and even thought it was normal. Isn't it a matter of course for Xu Yinluo to put down the rebellion and catastrophe?

Leizhou border.

Li Miaozhen, Asuro and Master Hengyuan took out the book from the ground and checked the biography.

"It's over." Li Miaozhen put down the fragments of the book on the ground, tears fell silently, mixed with grief and joy.

"Amitabha!" Hengyuan and Dueruohan clasped their hands together at the same time.

Asuro silently put away the fragments of the book from the ground, holding his face without saying a word, without any movement or sound for a long time.

His hatred is over.

The meaning of his life seemed to be lost at this moment.

Kou Yangzhou turned his head and looked east, towards the capital.

Sun thief, I have saved your country for you.

Whether it is a king who has already turned into loess, or a rebellious ordinary man, they led the army to revolt back then, just to keep the people alive.

Haoqi building.

Standing in the observation hall, Wei Yuan heard the sound of swiftly walking upstairs.

"Father!"

Nangong Qianrou rushed up to the tea room on the seventh floor with a happy face, looked at the back on the observation deck, and shouted:

"The news came from the palace that Xu Qi'an killed all the super products, and the catastrophe has been fixed."

With his back turned to him, Wei Yuan did not turn his head, and let out a breath of foul air slowly.

What a relief.

Wenyuan Pavilion.

"Good News, Good News"

The palm print eunuch rushed into the cabinet, at this time Wang Zhenwen was discussing with several university scholars, the dignified atmosphere in the hall was swept away by the palm print eunuch.

Wang Zhenwen got up suddenly, and took the initiative to meet the eunuch with palm prints. After taking a deep breath, he asked in a deep voice:

"Good news? Where did the good news come from?"

Behind Qian Qingshu interjected:

"Leizhou, or Yuyang Pass?"

In his understanding, the good news comes from these two battlefields.

The palm print eunuch waved his hand:

"Just now, His Majesty came back with Xu Yinluo just now."

The moment these words were uttered, there was a sudden silence in the hall, and then, several Grand Scholars became short of breath.

Wang Zhenwen got the answer he wanted the most, ran forward a few steps, grabbed the palm print eunuch's arm, and said impatiently:

"The good news is"

The palm print eunuch smiled all over his face:

"Your Majesty said that there is no super product in the world, and the catastrophe is over."

On the spot, Qian Qingshu, Zhao Tingfang and several bachelors were either slumped on the table, or burst into tears, or slapped the table excitedly, emotionally.

[Three: How about casualties? 】

In the book, Xu Qi'an asked.

[Two: Daoist Jinlian and Dean Zhao are dead, and the others are fine. 】

Li Miaozhen answered his question.

Daoist Jinlian and the dean are dead! Xu Qi'an's face darkened.

He couldn't help but think of the old Taoist priests who set up stalls on the street and the unkempt old Confucian scholars in the academy when they first met.

Three years later, the two seniors who were once trustworthy and helpful to him have completely passed away.

Sorrow and regret linger in my chest for a long time.

[Three: Jianzheng and Tianzun also fell. 】

Xu Qi'an passed on the book.

Jianzheng also died. The members of the Tiandihui became more and more silent as they looked at the handout.

The former patron saint of Dafeng, considered a first-grade warlock who had no plans to spare, could not escape catastrophe in the end.

[Seven: Wait, how could Tianzun fall? How do you know that Tianzun has fallen? 】

At this time, Li Lingsu sent a letter.

The Holy Son was stunned, he was scolding at the foot of the mountain, but Tianzun fell silently and secretly?

PS: I will update the episode from time to time. Let's focus on the daily life, after all the plot has been finished, the pits that should be filled have also been filled in, and the things that can be written outside the fan are only daily.

"Postscript" is a full book extra, the starting point of this event, you can all book it to see.

Fanwai is a supplement to the postscript.