Chapter 1443

The war between the two places finally lasted for seven years.

In fact, in the fifth year, the battle between the two places was basically about to be decided.

The three religions were weak, not only in the face-to-face confrontation with the nine kingdoms, but also because of the action of the East pole heavenly king, plus the chaos of Fang Lin and Qi Tian demon saint, many experts in the three religions fell.

Originally, the three religions had enough strength to maintain the war between the two places, but it was because of these unexpected things that the three religions became weak in this crucial war.

In particular, the women in black skirts no longer interfere in the affairs of the three religions, so that the senior leaders of the three religions have no confidence, and their original confidence in this war has gradually lost.

On the other hand, although the nine countries were a little out of breath at the beginning of the war between the two places, more and more masters emerged in the nine countries, and the situation developed to the advantage of the nine countries.

Seven years later, the war between the two places was finally over.

The people of the three religions have returned to the land of the seven seas. Even if there are more unwilling and hatred, the war is over. If they stay in the nine countries, they really can't go back.

Although the nine countries won, it was only a tragic victory, and it was not even a victory at all, because the nine countries only kept the land of the nine countries from being occupied by the three religions.

In this seven-year war, countless people died, whether from the nine kingdoms or the three religions. In the territory of the Tang state, where the war was the most intense, corpses piled up like mountains, layer after layer, so that thousands of miles around were silted up by corpse gas, which was difficult for ordinary people to approach.

Some people died, others claimed the throne, rose in this war between the two places, and became a hero attracting attention.

Sadly, those who survive are regarded as heroes, while those who die get only a touch of loess, and more are dead bones.

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In the dilapidated small clan door of Jianchi clan in the state of Qin, song Xuesheng, the new leader of Jianchi clan, stood in front of the exhausted Jianchi clan, holding an ancient sword in his hand.

Only song Xuesheng and two other people remained in Jianchi sect. At the beginning of the war between the two places, song Xuesheng's grandfather, the former old patriarch of Jianchi sect, took his sword and rushed to the Tang state to participate in the war between the two places, and finally died in the war.

Jianchi sect had only dozens of disciples, and only two of them survived the war.

But even the two who survived, because of their heavy injuries, led to the retrogression of cultivation, and were basically half abandoned.

Song Xuesheng is very young. Seven years ago, he was only 22 years old, and now he is only about 30 years old.

Standing in front of the dried up sword pool, song Xuesheng's face was reminiscent, but there was no sadness.

"Lord, have you ever blamed the old lord?" Behind song Xuesheng stood two men of his age, the two Jianchi disciples who survived the war between the two places, but their cultivation also regressed to the realm of Tian Yuan.

Song Xuesheng turned around and looked at the only two people in the sect door, showing a smile: "how can I blame grandpa? He handed Jianchi sect to me. Naturally, I want to revitalize Jianchi sect, and never let Jianchi sect disappear in my hands."

The two men looked at each other and smiled at each other. One of them lost a small part of his arm, and the other was left with an incurable internal injury, and his face was bloodless all the year round.

Jianchi sect has long been broken, and there is no resource pill left in the sect, so they can't cure their injuries.

It can be said that the whole Jianchi sect has no other perfect people except song Xuesheng.

"We have become useless people and can't help the Lord anything, but before we die, as long as the Lord has any orders, we must try our best." The only two people left in Jianchi sect knelt in front of song Xuesheng.

Song Xuesheng hurriedly helped them up and said, "two senior brothers don't have to."

The three people in Jianchi sect didn't see that outside the broken Mountain Gate, a lonely figure was slowly climbing the mountain.

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In the quiet village, Zhao Xiaobao, who was already 13 or 14 years old, walked home from the field with farm tools on his back. As a teenager, he was almost as tall as an adult, with a strong body and a thick eyebrow and big eyes. He was very beautiful. Several girls of the same age in the village were secretly interested in him.

Zhao Xiaobao returned home, looking at his mother who had given birth to white hair, his heart was a little sour.

"Mom, I'm back." Zhao Xiaobao said hello, put down his farm tools, and then filled the water tank at home.

Zhao Xiaobao's mother had already cooked the meal. Looking at the way Zhao Xiaobao was carrying water, she couldn't help smiling with relief.

But then she thought of Zhao Xiaobao's father, the man who walked out of the village with a long gun seven years ago. He had never come back since he left.

Zhao Xiaobao's mother waited for seven years and is still waiting until now. Although she knows that the war outside is over and her man may have died outside, she still hopes to see her man come back.

"Mom, you've been in poor health recently. Don't do anything at home. I'll do it." Zhao Xiaobao said, holding his job.

"It's all right. You work so hard every day. Eat more and get more strength." The woman with a little gray on her temples said mildly that although she was only in her thirties, she looked older than women of her age.

Zhao Xiaobao looked at his mother's thin face, and his heart became more and more unhappy. There was no reason for him to resent his father who went out and didn't return.

If my father doesn't leave, why would my mother wait every day and look forward to it night and night? Now there is no man alive and no body dead. God knows where his father has gone. Is he still alive?

After dinner, Zhao Xiaobao picked up the dishes and chopsticks and prepared to brush them, but he saw a group of people coming outside.

"What's going on?" Zhao Xiaobao and his mother walked out of the gate and saw many villagers surrounded by one person.

Zhao Xiaobao and his mother are a little confused. What happened?

Surrounded by a middle-aged man, he looked dusty, with a long strip on his back, tightly wrapped in black cloth.

"This is Zhao Tiesheng's son and wife." A villager pointed to Zhao Xiaobao's mother and son and said.

The middle-aged man looked at Zhao Xiaobao's mother and son, especially on Zhao Xiaobao's face, and then showed a trace of complexity.

"I'm a friend of Zhao Tiesheng." The middle-aged man said.

Hearing this, Zhao Xiaobao's mother quickly showed a look of hope, and asked in a slightly excited voice, "you are a friend of my husband. What about my husband? Is he coming back soon?"

"He died. Before he died, he asked me to send it back." The middle-aged man bit his teeth and finally told the cruel news. He untied the burden behind him and handed it to the dull woman in front of him.

The woman uncovered the black cloth. Inside was a long gun, stained with blood.

Holding this spear, the woman sat on the ground screaming and crying out her husband's name, but Yin and yang are separated. No matter how the woman cries, her husband can't respond.

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