The female disciples who had bad intentions towards me started fighting among themselves

As a guardian.

During this period, countless gods came to explore this land, trying to find the whereabouts of the Sky Fox Clan, but without exception, they all died under Yun Ling'er's sword.

She didn't know how she did it.

At the beginning, even though she tried her best and walked between life and death several times, with wounds all over her body, she could barely kill the lone incarnation of the deity.

Later, she began to target those virtual gods, slaughtering them in the dark night and quietly stabbing her sword into their chests.

Later, she began to face the enemy head-on, and could kill even the gods in the Hedao realm by force.

Yun Ling'er didn't know how much time had passed.

Maybe decades, maybe hundreds of years.

She just stared at the ancestral land of the Sky Fox aimlessly, and killed the gods who came in to explore one after another with her sword.

She became cold-blooded and became a stranger to herself, but she did not feel remorseful. She wanted to make those arrogant gods pay with blood!

She had faced life-and-death crises several times and had been on the verge of death several times, but when she thought of what Master Sword Spirit had said, "We will meet again in the future," Yun Ling'er gritted her teeth and persevered.

Along with that sentence, what has kept her going till now are the letters that Jing'er and Sister Zi'er would write to her from time to time.

Although there was only one letter every few months in the beginning, then only one letter every few years, and now there has been no letter for more than ten years... Yun Ling'er knew that their journey was smooth, and they always conveyed surprise and joy in their letters.

Yun Ling'er is looking forward to the next letter.

Complex beliefs supported Yun Ling'er to persevere. Nowadays, fewer and fewer gods entered the ancestral land of the Sky Fox. They seemed to be aware of the danger here and listed it as a forbidden area.

At this moment, Yun Ling'er was sitting on the small hill where she used to be, in front of Grandpa Xuanhu's tomb, looking up at the red maple forest all over the mountain.

It's another autumn.

How long has it been since the sacrificial day when the ancestral tree fell?

Yun Ling'er couldn't remember clearly.

She opened her beautiful peach blossom eyes, with golden vertical pupils gazing into the distant sky.

Her figure has fully grown, no longer the small and thin girl she used to be. She has become stunningly beautiful, and every inch of her body has become extremely charming. Even when she frowns or sighs, she is as beautiful as a painting.

Yun Ling'er was standing on the top of the mountain in the ancestral land of the Sky Fox.

Take out a small gift box.

There were some crooked pastries inside, which didn't look very tasty. Yun Ling'er picked up one and put it in her mouth, erasing the three words "looks" from her mind.

But she didn't spit it out and kept eating it.

It was the osmanthus cake she made herself. Every year when the osmanthus flowers were in bloom, she would always pick some osmanthus flowers, dry them and keep them, and then she would make osmanthus cake under the ancestral tree, imitating the method used by Grandpa Xuanhu a long time ago.

I don’t know how many years have passed now.

But her cooking skills still hadn't improved. The woman frowned, savoring the osmanthus cake that tasted a bit like snot in her mouth, and silently vowed to do better next year.

Maybe...next year's cooking won't be very good. Yun Ling'er's cooking skills are terrible and she seems not to be born to cook.

No matter what she did, the taste was different from what she remembered, and it was very far away.

After tasting the osmanthus cake made this year with a frown, Yun Ling'er sat down on the top of the mountain, in front of Xuanhu's tomb.

In her arms she held the ancient ink-colored sword, which had accompanied her through countless nights. Whenever she felt lonely, she would always pull out the sword, stare at the hilt, and express her loneliness, just like she did when she was a child.

Loneliness is a very difficult thing to endure. At first, we may disdain it, but as time goes by, it becomes the most terrifying beast, constantly devouring the pure land in our hearts.

Now, she also feels lonely.

So she drew her sword.

As usual, the familiar figure did not appear on the sword. After that evening, she never saw the sword spirit master again.

there has never been.

Every seven days, she would draw her sword with great anticipation, hoping to meet him again. But once, twice, even hundreds and thousands of times, her anticipation gradually faded.

She knew that no one would respond to her expectations again.

Just like when she was young and sitting alone in that vast hall, a stranger broke into her life in an unexpected way and dispelled the loneliness in her heart - but now, this kind of thing will never happen again.

A miracle is called a miracle not because of how magnificent and wonderful it is, but because of its rarity.

It is so rare that you may only encounter it once in a lifetime. If you don’t catch it, that miracle will never happen again.

But at least, every time she talked with the long sword, Yun Ling'er's heart, which was gradually surrounded by loneliness, would be much calmer, even if no one responded to her and she just spoke slowly by herself.

"The Gods are going to negotiate peace with the Demons."

Yun Ling'er spoke slowly to the sword, her voice was gentle and pleasant, like a clear spring in a mountain stream.

"The Demon King was stabbed to death on the throne. Her subjects could not endure the years of war and betrayed her, their king."

"Those peace-loving guys inherited the king's power and tried to end the years of war with the gods. They were too stupid. If they wanted to negotiate peace with the tiger, they had to be more ferocious than the tiger. But they were harmless little white rabbits. They even plotted to kill the tiger that had protected them..."

"It's really...so stupid that it's kind of cute."

At this time, Yun Ling'er had figured out many things. She became mature and sharp, her thinking became mature, and she began to look at problems from a broader perspective.

She was not blinded by hatred, but continued to improve herself.

"But......"

Her voice was filled with worry.

"Even tigers get tired sometimes. They need to recuperate before launching a more fierce attack next time..."

Yun Ling'er bit her lip, her mind wavering.

"This will be a peace that will last for dozens or hundreds of years. All living things in the world will have a chance to breathe. This should be a good thing..."

"But I don't want to."

Yun Ling'er looked at the fallen ancestral tree. After the burning on that sacrificial day, it had lost its vitality. The originally ancient wood-colored branches had turned into a rock-like dry brown color. From a distance, it looked like a mountain.

"I don't want peace, I just want revenge. I want to see the Protoss forever trapped in the quagmire of war, unable to escape forever... But that would kill many people. Is this the right thing for me to do?"

Her mind was in a state of confusion.

She remembered again the lofty posture of the gods in the ancestral land that evening, the look in Grandpa Xuanhu's eyes when he left, and the faces of the tribesmen who had lost their homes.

She patted her face gently.

His eyes gradually became firm.

She held the sword in her hand, not knowing whether she was speaking to Jing Yan or persuading herself.

"But it doesn't matter."

"There aren't that many answers in this world. The girl who was obsessed with right and wrong died that evening."

"Now I am Yun Ling'er, the guardian of the Sky Fox Clan..."

"Or... the Avengers of the Sky Fox Clan..."

She looked at the endless red leaves in the distance and smiled, a smile more beautiful than the scenery before her.

"I don't care what happens to China, as long as I have a clear conscience."

"Repay grievances with grievances, and repay blood debts with blood..."

She clenched the sword in her hand and looked at the bright moon rising in the distance.

This was the first time in her long life that she had left her homeland...and the only time.

117. Sword Bearer (Fourth Update)

Qingzhou.

The front line of the war between gods and demons in the Twelve Continents.

Ever since the war between gods and demons broke out two hundred years ago, all living things in the world have suffered, China has collapsed, and has been up and down between water and fire.

Days like this have been gone for too long.

And today, the war will come to an end, everything will be settled, and the gods and demons will sign the final contract here.

It's time to end this war.

In the sky, countless monks were floating, including gods, demons, humans, and monsters. They were witnessing this historic moment together.

Not everyone is willing to accept this peace. They have lost too much in this war. How can their anger and hatred towards each other be resolved by a contract?

Countless people want to destroy this signed contract.

But it was in vain.

Under the oppression of the gods and the new king who usurped the position of the Demon King, they were forced to accept this peace agreement. The terms of the agreement were very simple - the past history would not be pursued, and everything would return to the original starting point.

Just pretend this war never happened.

There was no compensation, no apology. They were gods, high above us, and did not need to explain the reasons to mortals.

And the demons have needed this peace for too long.

Everything is developing in a good direction.

A god was walking over from afar. He had vertical pupils on his forehead and looked down upon all living things in the world. Behind him, countless gods followed his footsteps with great momentum.

He is the king of gods, the god who came here to sign the contract.

But to him, this was a humiliation - the demons were just the abandoned children and traitors of the gods, but now they could stand on an equal footing with them. This was simply a huge shame!

He walked between heaven and earth with an arrogant look on his face, and the holy golden light behind him spread into the world, as if he was extremely sacred.

The demon is an old man wrapped in gray mist.

No one could see his face clearly, and behind him were thousands of demons. The moment the two sides met, the gods and demons in the sky hated each other, and it seemed that a war would break out in the next second.

But the Demon Lord and the God King waved their hands, and the restless team briefly returned to normal.

The God King did not speak to the Demon Lord. He took out a golden book from his arms and flew between the two people in the blink of an eye.

"Sign it."

The god's posture was proud and his voice was calm and steady.

"Sign it, and this war will come to an end, and the gods will grant you the right to survive."

The Demon Lord's hands were shaking, and he seemed a little furious, but when he thought of the powerful strength of the gods, he had no choice but to take the floating heavenly book.

He looked at the words and announced its contents to all living beings in heaven and earth.

His voice was not loud, but it was extremely majestic. It spread across the nine provinces, proclaiming eternal peace.

?

After reading all the treaties, he asked quietly: "Who has any objections?"

In an instant, heaven and earth were silenced by the pressure from the gods and demons. Countless races that had suffered from the war had objections, but they could not speak out - under the pressure from the gods and the usurper demon king.

The world seemed to have fallen into endless silence.

And in that silence, a cold voice sounded from behind the Demon Lord.

"I."

The Demon Lord turned around in astonishment, only to find that an ancient ink-colored sword had pierced his throat at some point, and then the sword blade slashed straight out from his neck, smashing the golden book into pieces.

His life was passing by so quickly that he didn't even know when the other party appeared.

She was a charming girl with long silver hair. Her eyes were filled with indifference and no expression could be seen on her face.

She simply turned the blade straight, allowing the sword to cut a huge hole in the demon lord's throat.

"You are just a betrayer..."

She said slowly: "What right do you have to ask for forgiveness on behalf of others when you betray your race and your people?"

"What qualifications do you have to speak forgiveness for me?"

The demon lord had a dull look in his eyes. Even though he had the cultivation of a Mahayana master, he was like an ant in front of the sudden appearance of the woman. He had no room for resistance at all.

Yun Ling'er looked down at him indifferently and drew out her sword. The Demon Lord's body swayed and fell down like a kite with a broken string.

She didn't care about the bad reputation she had. She just felt that a few casual words from others could represent her opinion and that it was ridiculous for her to forgive those sinners who had hurt her and the Sky Fox Clan...