Villains: The beginning rewrites fate, and the heroines burst into tears

Among the artifacts of ancient paintings.

In this chaotic world, day and night can no longer be distinguished.

Just because the sun was shattered, the entire sky was broken.

This battle is extremely terrifying, basically it can be called the most tragic battle since ancient times.

Emperor Xuanyan went to the outside world alone, beheaded countless old monsters, and fought against three peerless ascendants alone, showing the peerless heroic appearance of Emperor Xuanyan and the aura of Emperor Xuanyan.

He wasn't knocked down, but he was still too small after all.

The battle outside the territory did not stop.

Until this moment, the white clothes were no longer clean.

The emperor's blood was basically drained, his body was covered with scars, and Ruyi Gui Yuanzhong under his feet also lost its luster.

The three Dengtians outside the domain were also seriously injured.

Their coercion is no longer as strong as before.

For them, scar recovery also needs to pay a price, but there is no problem in continuously recovering wounds in a short period of time.

As for the price, Liang Lin didn't know.

But this price, in the current battle, is completely negligible. "

If the fight continues, the first to be defeated must be Dijun himself.

"Only ascending to the sky can be beheaded to ascending to the sky."

Liang Lin recalled what the witch god said before, and a heavy sense of despair emerged in his heart.

"boom….…."

The dazzling divine light spread across the nine heavens, dividing the chaos into two halves.

A shocking duel came to an end again.

Holding the Kunwu sword, Liang Lin stood upright above the nine heavens, carefully looking at the sky covered by divine light.

The next moment, his eyes lost their luster.

In the radiance of the sky, the three Dengtian who were seriously injured stepped forward again, and Dengtian's momentum was still very strong.

Neither side took the initiative anymore.

The three ascended to the sky and looked up at the watchman, with extremely strong scruples in their eyes.

Liang Lin's eyes were gray and a little dull.

The two sides stood upright above the nine heavens, as if they were sculptures that had lost their vitality. Only the extremely majestic aura collided and fought in the sky.

"I have reached the peak in my current realm, but..."
Liang Lin looked at Jiutian, with a strong look of unwillingness flashing in his eyes.

Feelings of exhaustion and helplessness rose in my heart.

He no longer had the strength to fight anymore, as if he was at a loss when he watched old friends leave. At this moment, all the exhaustion in his life seemed to emerge.

At this moment, the divine and Buddha dharma body behind Liang Lin suddenly disappeared.

The golden brilliance scattered freely and freely, as if transforming the figure in white.

Liang Lin stood upright on the nine heavens, quietly watching the radiance all over the sky, with indescribable sadness in his eyes.

There was endless regret in his heart.

Scenes and scenes from the past gradually flashed across his mind one by one.

So many people have been sacrificed for this catastrophe that is bound to come. The Dragon Clan has exhausted all the power of the whole clan, and there are sculptures of emperors of all dynasties at the end of the Nine Heavens Palace.

With an unstoppable posture, he wanted to completely complete the responsibilities that each generation of Nine Heavenly Palace Emperors had to undertake for tens of thousands of years. "
There are too many people who have left, and this responsibility is too heavy. He doesn't want to see his descendants and continue to take on it.

But now, he was also a little out of breath under the pressure of this heavy responsibility.

So what if he is unparalleled in the world, so what if he is extraordinary, he still has to choose to be a stepping stone to pave the way for Xuanyan's descendants.

No matter how outstanding he is, there is no way to change the current situation.

"Ugh."

Liang Lin sighed, his eyes filled with various emotions.

His eyes carefully looked at the outside world, glanced at the three superpowers who ascended to the sky, and said softly, "If I had been born ten thousand years earlier, there would be no you in this world. There will be no turmoil outside the territory to disturb Xuanyan Continent..."

Liang Lin's voice had no waves in the ancient well, and it was not too loud in this lifeless area.

But it shocked all the aliens.

His somewhat disappointed words were still filled with an endless sense of domineering.

No one refuted him, and no one dared to refute him.

Even if the three high-ranking people ascended to the sky, they just kept silent at this moment, listening to a junior from Xuanyan speak nonsense to them.

Liang Lin took a serious look outside the area, and finally left.

This battle has not yet been won or lost, but he still left with unwillingness and loss.

It wasn't that he didn't want to continue fighting, but that he had no strength, and the strength of the enemy made him, the emperor of Jiuchongtian Palace, finally choose another path.

Holding a sharp sword in his hand, Bai Yi stepped on Shenhong and left.

My heart was full of reluctance, regret, and desolation.

Leaving from the shattered nine heavens, white clothes fluttered and black hair danced.

It was an indescribable loneliness.

The three ascended to the sky quietly standing on the nine heavens, no one stopped the figure in white clothes, even at this moment, a look of relaxation flashed across the faces of the three of them.

.......
Outside the artifact of ancient paintings.

There was silence in the Nine Heavens Palace.

This is an extremely suffocating scene.

No one can imagine how Dijun felt when he left from outside the territory that day.

He has never taken an ordinary path in his life. Although he has encountered countless powerful enemies, he has never lost. Even in this battle with the outside world, the three Dengtians united can't do anything to him.

The emperor did not lose, and no one can break the record of not losing.

But all the monks present could see the decadence and unwillingness of the emperor when he left.

That decadent look is even more distressing than losing.