The chosen one, Bai Chen, was also stunned for a long time.
The joy, excitement and other emotions in my heart before completely collapsed at this moment.
Song Zhilan committed suicide!!!
……
Among the artifacts of ancient paintings.
The Kunwu sword suddenly burst out with dazzling light, shining for nine days.
On the body of the sword, a woman's afterimage appeared, and the boundless evil spirit belonging to Kunwu sword agitated the afterimage, and every second, the afterimage became more dilapidated.
The woman looked at the man in front of her seriously and smiled bitterly.
"The world only knows that the Kunwu sword cannot be used without authorization, but they don't know that it is actually dead!"
"There is only one way to restart Kunwu Sword in this world."
"Using Kunwu's pure blood, using the source of life of the first daughter of the Kunwu clan, sacrifice Kunwu."
"If you don't have the Kunwu sword, you won't be able to get out of the Song family's ancestral land..."
The woman said softly.
A strange light flashed in her eyes, she waved her right hand lightly, and a spirit appeared in front of Liang Lin.
It was the spirit of a baby.
"I can't take care of this child."
"In the future, bring him to the mortal world, don't let him embark on the road of cultivation, and don't let him shoulder those family responsibilities."
"It's too tiring to win the world and be bound by the family. Let him be a mortal, safe and happy."
The afterimage of the woman on Kunwu sword is rapidly dissipating.
The endless evil spirit belonging to Kunwu Sword is devouring that remnant soul.
She sacrificed Kunwu, and the remnant soul entered the sword, and said these words to Liang Lin.But now, that remnant soul is about to dissipate.
Liang Lin was devastated in his heart.
He summoned the Kunwu sword and pulled out the remnant soul directly.
The immeasurable killing spirit entered his body from the sword, and the Jin Emperor's Dao Heart, which suppressed the powerful men in the sky, was corroded and produced several bloodstains.
"what"
Liang Lin cried out in pain, what is unbearable is not the pain of corroding the body, but the pain in the heart!
There was endless sadness in his heart, but no tears to shed.
The tears have already dried up!
He originally thought that his heart would no longer hurt.
Experienced the fall of Xuan Rui, Long Yu was guarding the outside world, and his body turned into a dragon gathering formation.
He used to think that his heart was already numb and useless, but now, this iceberg named Song Zhilan stabbed his heart again!
Her tenacity, her gentleness, her pride, her helplessness...
Her arranged life is cherished, and her courage when she generously died for love is even more moving.
in a trance.
Tianshui City Gate, like a red dress dancing, holding a drum stick in the howling wind, hitting the sound resounding through the world.
"General."
"Triumph."
The beautiful voice seemed to echo in the endless night, eloquently and eloquently.
Liang Lin looked up.
But I never saw the red dress.
The red clothes have disappeared between heaven and earth.
Who else in the world can match a red dress!
Liang Lin cast a spell to send the remnant soul into the Ruyi Guiyuan Bell. He held the Ruyi Guiyuan Bell, his lips trembled, and he choked up in a low voice: "Zhilan, I owe you after all!"
……
Beyond the artifacts of ancient paintings.
Song Ming seemed to be crazy, his eyes were red and his body was shaking.
"elder sister.…"
Song Huang burst into tears, with endless sadness in his heart.
He cried so hard that he couldn't see his original appearance at all. He was full of pain, and there was nowhere to express his helplessness.
The elder sister who took care of her whole life wholeheartedly died by the sword and passed away like this.
In her life, she has shouldered too much for her younger brother. She is like a puppet arranged for her, always being held back by responsibilities.
She spent her whole life helpless, but she never expected that in the end, she would make such a tragic choice for the love in her heart.
Song Ming choked up in a low voice, with endless pain in his heart, no one to confide in.
He swept away the entire world and became a powerful emperor. With his own strength, he revitalized the Song family for tens of thousands of years, but no matter how strong he was, it would be difficult for him to protect his sister in the end.
The dearest relative has passed away, no matter how high the cultivation is, it is of no great use
"Sister... I owe you... It's my fault that I was too naive and sensible too late.
"
Song Ming couldn't cry, his voice was hoarse, and he couldn't make a sound.
Inside and outside the painting, the two men look at Ruyi Gui Yuanzhong with depression in their hearts, and there are some similarities.
The hearts of all the monks are also endlessly lonely and sad.
Song Zhilan's life is too regrettable.
Her death made the monks present feel very dull and lonely.
How flamboyant is that red dress.
But when she left, how sad...
All the monks were silent.
Suddenly, a group of monks looked out of the sky at the same time, and bowed respectfully.
"I'm waiting for the junior, respect the red dress."
"I'll wait for the junior, thank you Hongyi!"
Respect is respect for Hongyi's courage to take responsibility.
Xie is Xie Hongyi who sacrificed himself to the sword.
How could they have a stable life now if there were no red clothes in the past who died for the sword?
At this moment, there was no sound in the entire huge Nine Heavens Palace.
Even Xuan Rui was moved by Song Zhilan, her eyes flickered and she muttered to herself.
"You are worthy of my elder brother Lin."
Xuan Rui sighed softly.
He looked at Ruyi Gui Yuanzhong again.
That red dress, that weapon spirit.
How similar was her appearance when she died generously to herself?
What if one person is identified as wrong?Wrong is wrong, even death has no regrets.
Unavoidable sadness welled up in Xuan Rui's heart.
At least he is alive now, and he still has the opportunity to reconnect with Brother Liang Lin.
but the red dress
It is still just a tool spirit.
"Ugh.
"From this point of view, Song Zhilan died by the sword, not by the emperor."
"And the reason why the remnant soul is in Ruyi Guiyuan Bell is because the Kunwu Sword is too powerful and will consume Song Zhilan's remnant soul, so the emperor hides in the bell."
"And now, the emperor has obtained the Kunwu sword, there is a great possibility that the eight trigrams array was also repaired by the emperor."
The attention of the monks returned to the emperor.
Back to the deep hatred between Song Ming and Dijun.
Now all misunderstandings are cleared and the truth is revealed.
Even if Song Zhilan died for the sake of the emperor, but the emperor's behavior was for the sake of the whole world, and it was far from giving up and betraying Song Zhilan.
In addition to lamenting Song Zhilan's tragic fate.
A group of monks sighed more, how heavy everything the emperor shouldered.
When Song Zhilan died, the emperor felt so sad.
One side is the world, and the other side is Hongyi.
He never opened his mouth to explain.
But if there was no explanation, the monks could realize more deeply how helpless the emperor was at that time.
The joy, excitement and other emotions in my heart before completely collapsed at this moment.
Song Zhilan committed suicide!!!
……
Among the artifacts of ancient paintings.
The Kunwu sword suddenly burst out with dazzling light, shining for nine days.
On the body of the sword, a woman's afterimage appeared, and the boundless evil spirit belonging to Kunwu sword agitated the afterimage, and every second, the afterimage became more dilapidated.
The woman looked at the man in front of her seriously and smiled bitterly.
"The world only knows that the Kunwu sword cannot be used without authorization, but they don't know that it is actually dead!"
"There is only one way to restart Kunwu Sword in this world."
"Using Kunwu's pure blood, using the source of life of the first daughter of the Kunwu clan, sacrifice Kunwu."
"If you don't have the Kunwu sword, you won't be able to get out of the Song family's ancestral land..."
The woman said softly.
A strange light flashed in her eyes, she waved her right hand lightly, and a spirit appeared in front of Liang Lin.
It was the spirit of a baby.
"I can't take care of this child."
"In the future, bring him to the mortal world, don't let him embark on the road of cultivation, and don't let him shoulder those family responsibilities."
"It's too tiring to win the world and be bound by the family. Let him be a mortal, safe and happy."
The afterimage of the woman on Kunwu sword is rapidly dissipating.
The endless evil spirit belonging to Kunwu Sword is devouring that remnant soul.
She sacrificed Kunwu, and the remnant soul entered the sword, and said these words to Liang Lin.But now, that remnant soul is about to dissipate.
Liang Lin was devastated in his heart.
He summoned the Kunwu sword and pulled out the remnant soul directly.
The immeasurable killing spirit entered his body from the sword, and the Jin Emperor's Dao Heart, which suppressed the powerful men in the sky, was corroded and produced several bloodstains.
"what"
Liang Lin cried out in pain, what is unbearable is not the pain of corroding the body, but the pain in the heart!
There was endless sadness in his heart, but no tears to shed.
The tears have already dried up!
He originally thought that his heart would no longer hurt.
Experienced the fall of Xuan Rui, Long Yu was guarding the outside world, and his body turned into a dragon gathering formation.
He used to think that his heart was already numb and useless, but now, this iceberg named Song Zhilan stabbed his heart again!
Her tenacity, her gentleness, her pride, her helplessness...
Her arranged life is cherished, and her courage when she generously died for love is even more moving.
in a trance.
Tianshui City Gate, like a red dress dancing, holding a drum stick in the howling wind, hitting the sound resounding through the world.
"General."
"Triumph."
The beautiful voice seemed to echo in the endless night, eloquently and eloquently.
Liang Lin looked up.
But I never saw the red dress.
The red clothes have disappeared between heaven and earth.
Who else in the world can match a red dress!
Liang Lin cast a spell to send the remnant soul into the Ruyi Guiyuan Bell. He held the Ruyi Guiyuan Bell, his lips trembled, and he choked up in a low voice: "Zhilan, I owe you after all!"
……
Beyond the artifacts of ancient paintings.
Song Ming seemed to be crazy, his eyes were red and his body was shaking.
"elder sister.…"
Song Huang burst into tears, with endless sadness in his heart.
He cried so hard that he couldn't see his original appearance at all. He was full of pain, and there was nowhere to express his helplessness.
The elder sister who took care of her whole life wholeheartedly died by the sword and passed away like this.
In her life, she has shouldered too much for her younger brother. She is like a puppet arranged for her, always being held back by responsibilities.
She spent her whole life helpless, but she never expected that in the end, she would make such a tragic choice for the love in her heart.
Song Ming choked up in a low voice, with endless pain in his heart, no one to confide in.
He swept away the entire world and became a powerful emperor. With his own strength, he revitalized the Song family for tens of thousands of years, but no matter how strong he was, it would be difficult for him to protect his sister in the end.
The dearest relative has passed away, no matter how high the cultivation is, it is of no great use
"Sister... I owe you... It's my fault that I was too naive and sensible too late.
"
Song Ming couldn't cry, his voice was hoarse, and he couldn't make a sound.
Inside and outside the painting, the two men look at Ruyi Gui Yuanzhong with depression in their hearts, and there are some similarities.
The hearts of all the monks are also endlessly lonely and sad.
Song Zhilan's life is too regrettable.
Her death made the monks present feel very dull and lonely.
How flamboyant is that red dress.
But when she left, how sad...
All the monks were silent.
Suddenly, a group of monks looked out of the sky at the same time, and bowed respectfully.
"I'm waiting for the junior, respect the red dress."
"I'll wait for the junior, thank you Hongyi!"
Respect is respect for Hongyi's courage to take responsibility.
Xie is Xie Hongyi who sacrificed himself to the sword.
How could they have a stable life now if there were no red clothes in the past who died for the sword?
At this moment, there was no sound in the entire huge Nine Heavens Palace.
Even Xuan Rui was moved by Song Zhilan, her eyes flickered and she muttered to herself.
"You are worthy of my elder brother Lin."
Xuan Rui sighed softly.
He looked at Ruyi Gui Yuanzhong again.
That red dress, that weapon spirit.
How similar was her appearance when she died generously to herself?
What if one person is identified as wrong?Wrong is wrong, even death has no regrets.
Unavoidable sadness welled up in Xuan Rui's heart.
At least he is alive now, and he still has the opportunity to reconnect with Brother Liang Lin.
but the red dress
It is still just a tool spirit.
"Ugh.
"From this point of view, Song Zhilan died by the sword, not by the emperor."
"And the reason why the remnant soul is in Ruyi Guiyuan Bell is because the Kunwu Sword is too powerful and will consume Song Zhilan's remnant soul, so the emperor hides in the bell."
"And now, the emperor has obtained the Kunwu sword, there is a great possibility that the eight trigrams array was also repaired by the emperor."
The attention of the monks returned to the emperor.
Back to the deep hatred between Song Ming and Dijun.
Now all misunderstandings are cleared and the truth is revealed.
Even if Song Zhilan died for the sake of the emperor, but the emperor's behavior was for the sake of the whole world, and it was far from giving up and betraying Song Zhilan.
In addition to lamenting Song Zhilan's tragic fate.
A group of monks sighed more, how heavy everything the emperor shouldered.
When Song Zhilan died, the emperor felt so sad.
One side is the world, and the other side is Hongyi.
He never opened his mouth to explain.
But if there was no explanation, the monks could realize more deeply how helpless the emperor was at that time.
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