The upper heaven.

Murong Qing looked at the gradually disappearing beam of light reaching the sky, his expression extremely ugly.

The three soul stones in his hand have all been broken, which means that his people are dead.

Not only his people, but also the twelve people who went down, none of them survived.

Next, what exactly happened that caused twelve soul-level souls to perish in such a barren land.

No one knows.

Murong Qing's face became increasingly ugly.

He flicked his sleeves and glared at Yan Zhengxi.

"Walk."

He took the other Murong family members and left directly.

Yan Zhengxi was left standing there with dull eyes.

He never thought that he would get such a result.

His legs and feet were paralyzed and he sat on the ground. Although Murong Qing didn't say anything, he knew that the Murong family's thigh not only failed to hug him, but also made Murong Qing remember him.

This wave has really shot itself in the foot.

The same goes for Qu Weng, Shang Kui and the second elder of Tianzhu Valley. Their faces looked ugly, as if they had eaten Xiang.

Naturally, it was impossible for the Li family, Tuoyue Sect, and Ning Zhiguo to admit that their own people were equally incompetent, and they blamed all their faults on them.

After Tuoyue Sect, Li family and Ning Zhiguo's people left.

The atmosphere fell into awkwardness.

They felt like clowns, going to war in such a big way and still determined to win. As a result, the people they sent out ended up falling into a small lower world again and again.

They themselves are embarrassed to say such things.

Several people looked at each other, Yan Zhengxi snorted coldly, and left with the Yan family members.

After all, not more people knew about their affairs, because no one wanted to tell such embarrassing things. Everyone just saw their actions and didn't know what happened.

After a few days, the matter was forgotten.

Kunlun.

Two days have passed since that day.

All the damaged cities are being repaired rapidly, and the structure of Wandao Palace has been rebuilt. Although it will take some time to fully recover, there is hope for the future, not to mention how energetic people are.

Although everyone's lives have gradually gotten back on track, the feeling of surviving a disaster still lingers in everyone's hearts.

Every day, a large number of people came to the Wandao Palace to deliver things. Thanks to Xiao Zining, sculptures of Xiao Zining were later built in various places in Kunlun.

Incidents about Xiao Zining have been made into legends and passed down from generation to generation.

Of course, this is a story for another day.

Those people come to Wandao Palace every day. Some people come all the way here. Some people regard Wandao Palace as their daily check-in place.

Xiao Zining told them not to bother at first, but after a few times, he found that it was useless and they didn't listen to him at all.

He simply ignored it and left it alone, letting Xiao Tao deal with it.

The recasting of the Wandao Palace was also handed over to Cang Meng, Fu Ji and others, and he left the Wandao Palace gracefully.

After climbing over mountains and ridges and crossing most of Kunlun, Xiao Zining came to the silver waterfall and stood on the cliff.

He just stood there quietly, just like the Poison King Saint standing with his hands behind his back.

What was the Poison King Saint thinking about at that time, was he reminiscing?

Xiao Zining stood like that for nearly an hour, and he didn't move until his clothes, hair, and eyebrows were all wet with moisture.

He stretched out his hand, and in the palm of his hand was the seed. The seed was smooth and smooth, and it looked like a very ordinary seed.

"Shengsheng, brother is sending you home."

Xiao Zining's eyes were gentle, and Shengsheng's playful smile flashed across his eyes, and a smile appeared on his lips unconsciously.

He put the seed into the deep pool, and as the ripples spread out, the seed sank until Xiao Zining could no longer see it and then stood up.

"Five thousand years ago, you saved all sentient beings and lost your memory. Five thousand years later, you still saved all sentient beings. This time, you lost all your vitality and left only a glimmer of hope for yourself."

Xiao Zining murmured, as if talking to himself.

Suddenly, a ray of light rose from the bottom of the water, crossed the water, and entered Xiao Zining's Dantian with a whoosh.

Xiao Zining's eyes trembled.

"This is……?"

A sword shadow appeared in his Dantian. The sword shadow was transparent with a ray of red, and one could clearly see an embryo inside.

"Blood Evil Sword?!"

Xiao Zining was surprised, how could the Blood Evil Sword appear on his Dantian?

"Brother, this is the last gift Sheng Sheng gives you. From now on, it will be your natural weapon. If you are with it, you will die with him."

The sound of Sheng Sheng and Nuo Nuo dissipated in the water vapor.

Xiao Zining flipped his wrist, and a long red sword condensed in his hand out of thin air.
Chapter completed!