However, regardless of whether Zhuang Xiong was willing or not, Yao Chi was still approaching step by step. Zhuang Xiong put away the spiritual treasures, made up his mind, and pushed the door and rushed into Yao Chi, heading straight for Xihe's residence.

However, in the battlefield of the Heavenly Court, countless demon races were stunned. Some people reacted and scolded Kunpeng for being shameless, while others seemed to be immersed in the news of Di Jun Taiyi's death. The entire battlefield of the Heavenly Court seemed to be filled with a tragic aura. The hero's end, but that's right? Perhaps Di Jun is just a hero, but there are still countless creatures in this battlefield that can be called heroes by their respective races.

Since ancient times, heroes have emerged in troubled times. This is an era of heroes. As early as when countless great powers rose, this hero ended. Countless heroes quickly shone with dazzling light, but they came to an end in an instant like meteor fireworks. But no one expected that such a result would be, no one would win. The old saying goes, since ancient times, heroes are like beauty, and they are not allowed to see white hair on earth. It is true.

However, the Witch Clan is obviously different from the Demon Clan. Gonggong saw that only one of his twelve siblings was left. With his IQ, he was not in a hurry to be sad, but shouted: "Little ones, the adults have already taken a step forward. Why don't you end the battle for me quickly and follow me? I'll choose you to watch the show."

Countless witch tribes immediately reacted, and countless people rushed towards the demon tribe with laughter and directly exploded their bodies.

Countless self-destructive sounds woke up the demon clan. The demon clan was busy and cheered up. Although there was no leader, our demon clan was still either vegetarian or died in the battlefield. No demon clan would retreat. Kunpeng, he was not worthy of being a demon clan. It seemed that in an instant, each demon clan became a little firmer. Although his eyes were tragic, his attack became even more fierce. However, the witch clan seemed to not care about it at all, and he was still having a great time self-destruction.

Zhuang Xiong finally walked to Xihe Palace and saw the scene in front of him clearly. Zhuang Zhou was now facing a woman in white, but Zhuang Xiong recognized that it was Changxi in Guanghan Palace. He thought that Chang'e was later transformed by Changxi, but later he realized that Chang'e was really an ordinary human woman. However, these were not the key points. Zhuang Xiong suddenly noticed Fuxi sitting in front of Fuxi Qin. Although there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, Zhuang Xiong knew that Fuxi had no breath and had already gone.

Zhuang Xiong was stunned in an instant. Sadness? Pain? Lost? Regret? It seemed that for a while, it was so mixed that it was hard to tell what it felt. However, the tears had already begun to slide down the corners of their eyes. Zhuang Xiong added a drop of his tongue. Haha, is it also bitter? It turns out that even the quasi-saint's tears are salty and bitter. What's the difference between the saint? After practicing great powers for countless years, he has forgotten the taste of tears. Unexpectedly, he will still cry?

Thinking of the unrestrained teasing like a young reckless look, and remembering the scenes of getting along with each other, Zhuang Xiong couldn't help but feel a little sad, sighed and asked, "What's going on?"

Zhuang Zhou did not look back, but stared at Changxi seriously and said, "I didn't understand. I listened to you, came here to raid, killed Xihe, and then he committed suicide. Logically, he shouldn't be a person who would commit suicide? Also, he committed suicide without giving any explanation. It was beyond my expectations, so he didn't have time to rescue him."

Zhuang Xiong nodded, but Changxi suddenly gave up Zhuang Zhou and couldn't help but shout to Zhuang Xiong: "We sisters have a good rest here, why do you want to ask him to kill my sister? It's your men's business that you love to fight, why do you involve us?"

After hearing Xi and Changxi that day, Zhuang Xi naturally knew what Changxi was thinking, but Fuxi died. He was too lazy to pay attention to Changxi, who looked like a little girl. He snorted coldly and said with a stinky face: "Xihe used the Seven Swords Book of Nailhead to plot against me, why can't I kill her? Should I keep her and continue to plot against me in the future? I am not so generous yet, and I always like to kill the threat in the cradle."

Changxi couldn't help but feel silent. She really didn't know about this. Zhuang Zhou had already stopped when Changxi turned to Zhuang Xiong. Hearing this, he couldn't help but interrupt and said, "Are we the boss a bloodthirsty person? There is no reason enough that he is too lazy to care about a weak woman."

Changxi couldn't help but snorted coldly and said, "Who else is more bloody than he is? Those countless demons died at his hands. Even if he looks at his bloody aura, he will know how cruel he is."

Zhuang Zhou couldn't help but shout: "Who doesn't know that the human race is protected by our boss? Since Di Jun dared to kill the human race and almost destroyed the tribe, he should have thought that my boss could also kill the tribe. Could it be that only the demon race is allowed to kill our human race and not the demon race? We do not have such a temper to obey."

Zhuang Xiong couldn't help but frowned and said, "Lao Zhuang, enough, what are you doing with a woman like this? What can you argue about? Even if the argument comes out, what is the point? There is a judgment on right and wrong, why do you need to say it? Tell me, Fuxi's soul? Don't tell me that you don't even keep this, and his true spirit of the soul will not be able to disperse for a while."

Zhuang Zhou couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "I really didn't keep this. Fuxi's soul committed suicide with him and floated in the air. I was really caught off guard for a while. Moreover, this woman always made trouble, and later she had no time to deal with her."

Zhuang Xiong couldn't help frowning and said angrily: "What should I do? Do you want Fuxi to have no chance to reincarnate?" After Zhuang Xiong said that, he glared at Changxi fiercely. His fierce eyes and evil spirits actually scared Changxi a few steps away. However, Zhuang Xiong was too lazy to have any interaction with such an unclear woman, so he didn't pay attention to him anymore.

Zhuang Zhou was so angry that he couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Boss, I know I've messed up the matter, but I'd better think of a way to remedy it? That, I'm powerless, but, boss, you always have a lot of ideas, so there must be a way."

Zhuang Xiong did not reply, but just looked at Fuxi's body and temporarily hid the pain deeply. It was more urgent and important to find a way out for Fuxi.

Zhuang Xiong frowned and thought carefully for a while. Suddenly, his big hand opened and he looked at Fuxi's body. Suddenly, two black balls, a small and a large, appeared in Fuxi's body and Fuxi's zither. There seemed to be many light spots emerging out of thin air in the air, gathering towards Zhuang Xiong's hands together. Zhuang Xiong held the big hand and merged the balls into one, and then he carefully closed them.

Zhuang Zhou couldn't help but be confused and asked, "Boss, what was that just now?"

Zhuang Xiong sighed a little and said, "The memory in the body, the true spirit of the soul when refining the spiritual treasure, and the soul that has not completely dissipated in the air, gathering together can be considered a residual soul. As long as this residual soul is reincarnated, when Fuxi can cultivate to a certain level in the next life, he should be able to gather the other residual souls floating between heaven and earth and restore the memory."

Zhuang Zhou nodded and said, "It's good that way, there is finally a hope."

Zhuang Xiong sighed and said, "Put Fuxi's body away and we go to the Imperial Palace of Wa. Alas, I really don't know how to explain it to Nuwa. This is a problem."

Zhuang Zhou did not dare to talk to each other this time. Qiankun slapped the cover and took Fuxi's body away. Then he honestly followed Zhuang Xiong out and stepped back to the battlefield of the lich. After all, the battle was not over yet, but this was not the time to talk about it.

When Changxi saw all this happening, his eyes were almost straightened. He suddenly felt that Zhuang Xiong's gentleness to Nuwa was not only worthy of his liking, but his spirit of being gone even though millions of people, his heroic spirit of facing millions of people in the demon clan alone, his invincible heroism, and the true love of crying for his friends, even his mind was so smart that he could think of the remnant soul of Fuxi in his body, spiritual treasures and air in a short time, and use it to be reincarnated and reborn. What kind of mind did he have?

Changxi suddenly felt that it was not unfair to like Zhuang Xiong. This person seemed unreliable, but in fact it was the best one. As long as you could get into his heart, Changxi couldn't help but sigh, no matter who is right or wrong, his sister died at his hands after all, and this knot could never be untied. He and him were still destined to be separated.

Changxi couldn't help but smile bitterly, and went into the room to pick up Xihe's body. After thinking about it, she also walked towards the Wa Palace. Maybe she didn't know that Di Jun Taiyi was dead, but after all, it was inconvenient to be distracted by the two of them on the battlefield. After the war, it was probably difficult to survive? There was also a son of Xihe in the Wa Palace. As the Supreme Saint Nuwa and Zhuang Xiong, he had various causes and effects. It was better to protect Lu Ya. It would be better to send Xihe's body to Lu Ya's hands in the hands of Hu Palace.

However, when Zhuang Xiong and Zhuang Zhou and the other two walked back to the battlefield, they were shocked. The battle was almost over. The explosion seemed to be everywhere. It seemed that the witch clan was already doing the final madness. He even hugged one person and dared to self-destruct. He had never considered whether it was worth it or not. However, there were not many left in the demon clan. After counting, there were only hundreds of thousands of people, but there were no one above Daluo Jinxian.

Zhuang Xiong was almost obsessed with the demon clan's strength. There were only hundreds of thousands of people left. The countless witch clans self-destructed, and the guy Cang Xiong was still fighting. It is not certain how many of these hundreds of thousands of people could be left. Zhuang Xiong had to sigh that if he was killed by himself, he really didn't know when to fight. It turns out that there were many people and the power of the witch clan was very powerful. With such a rogue method, the demon clan could almost wipe out the demon clan in such a short time.
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