Banished Disciple’s Counterattack

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The catastrophe of the heavens ended.

There are many silhouettes in the starry sky, and every scarlet battlefield has silhouettes, all covered in blood, looking for the remains of relatives, crying loudly, one after another.

That is the true funeral song.

"Boss, we won."

In the starry star field, the little ape emperor carried the yak and walked all the way and said, all the way to shake.

In the past, every time there was a battle, the yak basically pulled him. This time, he changed roles.

Going to see the yak, there was no breath, or that he was dead, and was destroyed by a demon prince.

"The heavens have come out, our brothers and sisters."

With tears in the eyes of the little ape emperor, he seemed to be talking to himself, and he seemed to be speaking to the yak, but unfortunately he did not respond.

With seven brothers, the yak was killed, and Ye Chen was also killed. Only he was alive.

Like this misery, the sky is full of stars.

You can see Chen Yi, carrying a blood-stained piano, that is the emperor's nine immortals; You can see Yao Xin, holding the coat of Xuanyuan, the emperor; breath....

The entire starry sky is a detached picture.

Ji Ningshuang, the emperor, is also one of them. She lost her husband and her children. For example, if she lost her soul, she still stumbled away.

The Empress is also a man, a wife, and a mother-in-law.

The wind came, and she finally fell.

"Jiu Niang."

Ye Ling rushed over and caught her, watching the blood cloak and armor she was holding, her tears streaming down.

Ji Ningshuang slept in the past, I do not know if it was hurt, or too tired, fell into Ye Linghuai.

"Linger takes you home."

Ye Ling, tearful in tears, took Ji Ningshuang back, and stepped away, walking away.

I cried loudly, but did not stop.

It was only three months before it was gradually annihilated.

The bones of the battlefield have basically been claimed, and the forces, sects, and races that have been annihilated by the entire army have also been buried for them, and they must always be buried in peace.

The light is full of human world, but the **** clouds still cover the heavens. The great mountains and rivers are almost destroyed once and everywhere, and they are ruined.

Of course, no one has the power to rebuild.

In this battle, all the way up to the new emperor of sermons and the younger generation of Ningqi were too exhausted and hurt too much.

In the new era, the heavens need to rest.

For the first time, the starry sky became extremely dull, there was no figure in sight, the retreat of retreat, the healing of the wounds, and the two emperors of Tianming were suppressed.

Da Chu's night is also quiet.

The northern Chu was in a mess, and the southern Chu was also full of scars. No more ancient cities and no more big mountains were seen. Even the Changhe and Xiongjiang were stained with blood.

The fierce battles of the heavens, Da Chu, why not, the older generation like the emperor, the younger generation like Ye Chen, more than 90% are buried.

In a catastrophe, Da Chu killed two generations.

In a catastrophe, the heavens also killed two generations.

Jade Peak, deserted.

Ji Ningshuang lay quietly on the clouds, sleeping peacefully, her hair was still white, and tears remained in the corners of her eyes, which were full of sorrow and pain.

On her side, there are still many long bright lights, each of them burning a faint flame, Naming Yushu and Xiyan their Yuanshen fire.

Fortunately, Ye Chen's wives are still there. At least, the fire of Yuan Shen is still there, and it is only a matter of time to reshape it again.

Under the old tree, Ye Ling was lying obliquely on the trunk, sleeping quite drowsy, exhausted, and in the dream, the tears in the corner of his eyes still couldn't stop flowing.

Her father was killed, her brother sacrificed, her parents slept in a deep sleep, Chengyuan Shenhuo's Chengyuan Shenhuo, for many years, she was so lonely for the first time, the warm night wind made her curl up .

"Linger, Linger."

In the midst, there seemed to be a call, gentle and gentle, for fear of waking her from her dream.

"Daddy."

Ye Lingkuo opened his eyes and stood up, waiting to see the scene in front of him, and then the divine light in his eyes dimmed very quickly.

Dream, turned out to be a dream.

The breeze came, carrying a scent of women's incense.

There was such a beautiful shadow, embarked on the Jade Peak, bathed in the moonlight, bright and clean, dreamlike.

Ye Ling focused his eyes subconsciously.

Nai Fei, Chen Huang's wife.

However, she closed her eyes, and Lianbu seemed to be sleepwalking. For some reason, she walked to the Yunfeng Peak, looking at her complexion, uneasy, and tears around her eyes. The wind was not dry.

In this battle, she also lost her loved ones.

Seeing her, Ye Ling was in awe.

For a moment, she seemed to see her father on the concubine's body.

Not far away, the concubine did not settle down. It was like walking in a sleepwalk.

"The princess?"

Ye Ling caught up and called softly.

The princess Fei's body trembled, and she finally woke up. She opened her eyes for a moment, her look was empty, her eyes were empty, and the next moment, she recovered her clarity.

Looking around, I saw it was Jade Girl Peak, I saw Ye Ling, I met Ji Ningshuang, and I saw a dozen long lights.

"everything will be fine."

Concubine smiled and gently touched Ye Ling's small head. She smiled softly, but also forced to smile. She also lost her closest relative, but was still comforting the little girl.

Ye Ling nodded and burst into tears.

Concubine left, fluttering softly, and walking quietly, before she left, she glanced at the sleeping Ji Ningshuang.

The afterlife is awesome.

It was the youngest emperor of the heavens, and the most stunning female emperor. I hope she wakes up soon.

Dreams are, after all, illusory.

Behind her, Ye Ling wiped away her tears and regained her energy. Once again, she came to the parents and used the power of the Yuanshen to nourish them.

For the past three months, she has done so.

As for Ji Ningshuang, he is the emperor, and the scars on the emperor's body have already completely recovered.

But she still didn't wake up.

In other words, they deceived themselves and fell into a dreamland. They dared not open their eyes to face the reality. In the dream, there were a husband and a child, but they could wake up, but there were only two crowns.

In the fourth month, I saw people coming out one after another.

Later, a sky-high tombstone was erected in various places in the starry sky to commemorate the heroes who died in battle.

In the fifth month, more people came out to rebuild their hometowns.

The heavens came out of the emperor, and a new era began. I thought it was a golden age, but it was a glorious afterglow. In this age of rest and recuperation, the heavens could not be restored for thousands of years.

The early morning sun is kind.

When the sky was not bright, we saw the Hengyue people coming out of the mountain and rebuilding the old mountain gate. Dachu was almost in ruins. The same is true of the Hengyue sect. A complete mountain was not seen, and too many palaces had collapsed.

Look up and see that there are too many familiar people missing, Nie Feng, Huo Teng, Shi Yan, Wang Lin, Long Yilong and Five Dragon Lords ... and the Xiong II who knows how to make money.

Everyone will show awe when they pass the Jade Peak, and they will salute respectfully.

Xiaoyu Yufeng, a supreme emperor, also buried a **** of war.

The serene Da Chu gradually became more angry.

Like Heng Yue, Zhengyangzong, Qingyunzong, and Dachu are all rebuilding their hometowns.

Looking up, there are also many people missing.

At night, it was still that quiet.

Jade Peak is still so deserted.

With the breeze blowing, Ji Ningshuang's body shivered, and he finally woke up, it was a dream, and he woke up.

In the post-war June, she finally got up.

At the same instant, a dozen long bright lights in suspension all flickered the flames. It was the Yuanshen fire that was not fake, but all had sages, like excitement and grief.

Ji Ningshuang lost her husband and her children. They are the same. They are a family.

Ji Ningshuang smiled forcefully, with tears in her eyes, and gently flicking her hands, she sprinkled one piece after another of the power of the gods, nourishing their fire of the gods.

After doing this, she came under the old tree.

Ye Ling nestled there, curling up Xiaojiao, dreaming about his father, and dreaming about Ye Fan.

Ji Ningshuang reached out and stroked her little cheek. Ye Chen's daughter is also her daughter.

Late at night, she got up and went to Xiaozhulin to worship Ye Chen and Ye Fan.

In front of the two small graves, the emperor's tears were crystal, holding the tombstone and crying.

I do not know when she left.

The Empress's back, Xiao Se, vicissitudes, and beauty.

Reappearance is already Tianxuanmen.

Today's Tianxuanmen is also deserted.

In the old days, those unscrupulous old guys could hardly be seen, only the son of the face, gray-haired, sitting quietly under the old tree, quietly dazed.

How miserable this catastrophe, one by one, has become the dust of history.

On that day, if he had not visited the area, he would probably have been one of the emperors, and most of them would be like the old quasi-empires, pulling the emperor to Huangquan.

"Sorrowful."

Far away, Xi Chen smiled tiredly, and there was blood dripping from the corners of his mouth. Although he was not fighting, he was also very hurt. He had also been on the battlefield and had been fighting hard.

Ji Ningshuang didn't say a word, and walked softly. When passing Xichen, there was a Emperor Light, submerged into Xichen's body, healed him, and healed the killing in his body.

Da Chu is desolate, Tianxuanmen is even more desolate.

She walked all the way, rarely seen people, even if it was, it was mostly junior, and most were below the Great Saint.

Da Chu, it really killed two generations.

Passing by the stone monument with Yuanshen jade brand, she had a momentary glance, and more than 90% of the jade brand had annihilated the light, shocking.

In the moonlight, she entered the Temple of Ling Xiao.

In the temple, Ruo Xi, Chu Xuan, and Chu Ling were all in a quiet suspension, all in a deep sleep. One was pale, and the tears in the corners of their eyes were full of pain.

To them, she was guilty, and Emperor Fei was omnipotent and failed to save their Ye Chen.

When she arrived, Chu Xuan Chu Ling cried even more.

However, they couldn't wake up, they could only subconsciously shed tears for love and sorrow for Ye Chen.

Ji Ningshuang raised her hand, gently placed it on Ruoxi, and applied the power of Emperor Tao to repair the broken foundation for her. Ruoxi's cheeks had a touch of ruddy.

The stronger a person is, the more terrible this world becomes.

Just like her, like this emperor, she stood in front of Ruoxi without feeling, but today, she feels depressed. It is a kind of ancient coercion that surpasses the emperor. Still, no emperor can hide her glory.

Hum! Hum! Hum!

The Ling Xiao Bao Temple was trembling, I do n’t know what it meant, Xu was pleased, Xu was amazed, as if from the body of Ji Ningshuang, she had found the shadow of the empress.

They are all amazing, if given enough time, maybe they will be the second ancient emperor of heaven.

Ji Ningshuang left and walked in the sky of Da Chu.

At night, there are also people who are busy and busy rebuilding their hometown. When they see her, they will salute respectfully.

They should be fortunate, fortunate that they are still alive, and fortunate to be able to witness the birth of the new emperor, they will be the tinder of this new era and continue for future generations.

When passing by the walls of Nanchu, Ji Ningshuang stopped.

From the blood-stained chaos, she found a trace of remnant soul, the demon king Yu Yujiang.

The nine emperors of the Great Chu died, and all the great kings of the Great Chu died in a **** battle against the demons. One of them died, including Yu Yujiang.

However, he is a nebula with a trace of soul remaining.

Ji Ningshuang flicked his sleeves and had divine power, melted the Changming lamp, put the remnant soul of Ji Yujiang into the Changming lamp, lit the soul fire, and returned to the demon realm.

In his year, this silk soul fire will ignite into the fire of the Yuanshen, and the resurrection is only a matter of time.

The lucky ones are not only Yu Yujiang, but also Xu Nuoyan, the maiden of the Qixi Palace.

If the Qixi Festival maiden is here, she will call him Ji Wuchen. It was a woman in Dancheng who dressed as men's clothes, took away the soul of a woman, and passed a large reincarnation, she still remembered that name.

It is still a beacon, which contains the soul of the Qixi maiden, and is returned to Qixi Palace by the empress.

On this night, her emperor Taoism and consciousness, twilight the entire Chu, want to find the remaining soul.

Unfortunately, there are no more lucky ones.

So many people died in the war, but only Yu Yu and Xu Nuoyan could really be resurrected. As for the other heroes, they all became historical dust and could never return.

Passing by Luo Shenyuan, the emperor stopped by.

Inside, there is a shadow of Qian, stepping out step by step, bathed in moonlight, dreamlike.

Concubine again, sleepwalking, like the ghost of the night, erratic, sometimes illusory, sometimes solid.

Looking at her, Ji Ningshuang also had a momentary encounter. From her concubine, she seemed to see Ye Chen.

Like Ye Ling, she laughed at herself and deceived herself. Still miss Ye Chen so much?

Facing the night breeze, Concubine drifted away.

Ji Ningshuang watched her go.

As a fellow practitioner, the emperor Chen Huang's princess took a different path. Her understanding of the dream Tao, the female senior, was even better than her.

After all, she is a dreamer.

The concubine is the way to specialize in dreams.

Even if she is emperor, it is hard to make up.

She turned again and entered the chaos of time and space. In the chaos, there were still many old quasi-empires who had never taken out.

"Wow, great?"

Afterwards, they heard the exclaimed voice, one by one, the elders who flew by, were so surprised that they thought it was Ji Ningshuang, and they smelled the emperor's breath.

"Is that Emperor?"

"Did you miss the wonderful show?"

"what happened."

The sound of surprise was endless, and the old prospective emperors were shocked. Looking at Ji Ningshuang's eyes, they were more exciting than expected, and all of them were full of question marks.

Are they still thinking about the sermon?

Now look at it, and prove your sister's way.

The new emperor was out. His emperor's imprint has replaced the emperor's imprint. Not only it has been replaced, but it is also suppressed very hard.

Ji Ningshuang didn't say a word and stood in the turbulent stream without being affected by the turbulent stream.

She didn't respond to the words of the quasi-perfect emperor, and only flicked her hand to send an old quasi-perfect emperor, although there were many, the number was limited, only a few hundred, and there was no Xeon Pinnacle.

After leaving the turmoil and returning to their hometown, what the old Zhundi emperors saw was the ravaged heavens.

Soon, wailing loudly, it rang through the starry sky, and it was time to be told what had happened. During their absence, a catastrophe came to the whole world, killing too many people.

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