Banished Disciple’s Counterattack

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"Do not......"

Emperor Ji's hissing sorrowful, Hongchen Xue, and tearful eyes, all stumbled, one took six, and two took Hongchen.

The six looks were dumb, Hongchen's eyes were empty, his eyes were not closed, and they were not completely buried, but they were still horrible. He didn't recognize Emperor Ji, he didn't recognize Hongchen Xue and Chu Lingyu. From the eyes of the eyes, little by little, no matter how the infatuated woman called, there was no reaction at all.

Hey!

The monks of the heavens sighed, and couldn't bear to look directly. At the moment when the six dusts of Dachen killed Dachu, they sacrificed the Yuanshen, and they were destined to die.

In the distance, Ye Chen finally arrived.

Seeing that scene, his heart was hurting for a while, I do n’t know if he was distressed by the Emperor Ji, or he was distressed by the six, and it was still fatal. I do n’t know who he is, and I do n’t know the meaning of existence. Homeless soul.

There is a sadness that only he can understand.

Not everyone knows the relationship between the three of them. He is their roots. Due to the time and space intersecting, Hong Chen meets in this era without pain, but he knows the pain, and even knows the sadness and grief.

Suddenly, the piano sounded.

It is the awakening Jiuyou Xianqu, the emperor Ji is playing, and Hongchen Xue is also playing. They want to use this awakening fairy method to awaken the ugly Hongchen six.

Unfortunately, Jiuyou Xianqu is useless.

They are still so bad.

Ye Chen was stiff and wanted to move his steps, but he couldn't lift his feet. He wanted to save the red dust. He is not omnipotent.

The Emperor Zong was unable to return to heaven with the presence.

"I'm Laner!"

"Please, don't leave us."

Their call was full of tears.

Xu Shangcang was pitiful, and they were all clear and clear, but that clear and clear, not to them, but to Ye Chen, was laughing at him.

Their laughter is extremely vicissitudes.

At the moment of life and death, Hongchen remembered the future: the heavens and earth of the world at that time, the bones became mountains, the blood flowed into the river, the heavens and the earth were dim to the light, and the life was buried, and the emperor was killed and there was no chance of turning over.

Therefore, he came back and killed Ruo Xi. He instinctively thought that if he killed Ruo Xi, he would be able to reverse history and fill the world with light.

That is his obsession.

At the moment of life and death, Liu Dao also revived the memory, remembering Hong Chen and Ye Chen, Hong Chen reversed the time and space, but did a big wrong, and killed Ruo Xi by mistake, Wan Wan Cang lost even more miserably.

Therefore, he came back and became Liu Dao. He came back to stop Hongchen and came back to guard Ruo Xi. He wanted to reverse history again and make up for the heinous mistake.

That is also his obsession.

Now, none of this matters.

Remembering what happened, the historical trajectory has changed, and the future is beyond their control. The heavens may still be defeated, but they believe and believe that Ye Chen can brighten hope more brightly than the sun.

"The weather is lucky, and it will last forever."

Hongchen raised his hand, his voice hoarse.

"The weather is lucky, and it will last forever."

Liu Dao also raised his hand, tired of laughing.

Both of them had five fingers open, both facing Ye Chen. Each palm of his hand was filled with light, full of the power of time and space, and flew into Ye Chen's body.

Well....!

Ye Chen couldn't help but snorted, took a step, and almost fell down. The two spatiotemporal forces were too strong. His sacred body was about to burst out, spreading to the Yuanshen, spreading to the gods, blood flowing from the corners of his eyes, and the memory was chaotic. It is impossible to distinguish between real and illusory.

At that instant, Hongchen and Liudao laughed again, and raised their hands, and they fell down together. The clear eyes fell into Hungao again, and there was a faint clearness in Hungao, which was slowly recovering.

And this Qingming is a lover to them.

"You are as beautiful as then."

The six voices were hoarse. He remembered his lover and his past: there was a playful **** the other side of the ancient Xinghe. He teased him all day, grinning at him, and making faces at him.

"You are as stupid as then."

Emperor Ji drew six words, her eyes were hazy.

"My life, too much regret."

On the other side, Hong Chen also smiled warmly.

"Don't leave us."

Hongchen Xue and Chu Lingyu have cried.

"Hopefully, there is an afterlife ..."

This phrase was spoken by Hongchen Liudao.

The two closed their eyes without distinction, and the soul returned for nine days.

They reversed time and space and overturned samsara. Now, eventually, the dust, the so-called mission, the so-called fate, have become a stalemate.

what....

Emperor Ji sighed, and Chu Lingyu both also sighed. She hugged Liu Da, they were holding red dust, tearing their hearts and tears, and blood and tears flowed from the corners of their eyes.

"Congratulations to my friends."

The monks in the heavens arched their hands together, full of sadness in their eyes, although they did not know who Hongchen Liudao was, and although they did not know why they were horrible, but they saved Wancang Cangsheng.

Ye Chen finally stood still, and lingered for a long time.

After a long time, he only laughed at himself, wondering whether it was sad or painful.

He slowly turned around, backed by the vicissitudes of Xiao Se's life, his pace was still so sloppy, and the Tao sword in his hand was also inadvertently falling from his hands into the starry sky.

An altar altar, they were defeated too badly. If they were not involved in the chaos of time and space, they would not have to die. What about half-step success? What about slaughtering the emperor? In front of life and death, he was weaker than the ants. Even more, he felt that Ye Chen was a joke.

Behind the terrible stillness, Di Ji's hair was white, like a stupid person; Hong Chenxue and Chu Lingyu's hair was also white. If she lost her soul, she would hug her lover and keep anyone away.

The other two stars are the same.

Whether it is a green urn or an ancient emperor, they are like stone carved statues. Every movement is like the emperor Ji, holding their lover and not letting people approach.

Time will record that eternal moment.

Years will mark that vicissitudes of love.

"Qing Ye."

Lin Shihua whispered, I do not know how many times it was called, it was a psychic beast of her previous life, there is a psychic tacit understanding, it is cross-reincarnation, can clearly feel, to the pain of the green sorrow, the heart has died, all thoughts are gray .

"Sorrowful."

The emperors looked at Tianshuo, and their grief was difficult to hide.

I do n’t know when they saw the five of them standing up, Qingying holding the dreaded armor, Tianshuo holding the white robe of blood, Emperor Ji holding the six relics of ashes, Zhong Xiao and Chu Lingyu holding the tablets of red dust, all Like a walking dead, step by step, go deep into the starry sky.

On this day, they all lost their favorite person.

The world is sad, and the emperor is also sad.

Five people fight for the emperor and four die.

This battle was too fierce.

The end of the war ended, the sky was full of scars, the chaos was caused by floods and famines, and because of the Emperor Road battle, I didn't know how many people died, and the great mountains and rivers were ruined.

Ye Chen was silent, step by step with scarlet footprints, the sacred body burst with too many cracks, there was Canchan golden blood flowing, backwash was still there, and the road injury was still there, but his sacred body was broken, not because of it, but because of the red dust. The power that was given before death was the power of time and space, but also full of the laws of time and space, all integrated into his body.

His form has become a little weird. During walking, his figure is sometimes illusory, sometimes solid, and sometimes the laws of emptiness appear.

He didn't know this. He walked all the way, and looked all the way. He could faintly smell the remnants of the demon qi, and he could smell the sorrow of the famine. Without having to ask, he knew this battle, and the heavens were not only from the demon.

It is difficult to conceal his killing power. The stronger the killing power, the more blood drips from the corners of his mouth, and the various injuries are intertwined. His condition is very bad and the injuries are too severe.

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