Guarding the Sutra Pavilion for a hundred years, investing in the destiny villain

He returned to the Ji family.

This place, known as the guardian place of Jiuzhou, is dirty and turbid, the sky is filled with a faint smell of blood, and thunder falls from time to time. This is the glare of heaven, and even the former Tiandao Fu Rui is withdrawing.

"Hmph~!"

"No!"

"I'll take it myself!"

The ancestor of the Ji family is young and tall, full of vigor, and has a pair of sharp and determined eyes that reveal perseverance. He just raises his hand and blasts away the filth in the sky.

As for the ordinary members of the Ji clan who had been shrouded in dark clouds for a long time, they looked around with blank faces and saw a familiar face. The expressions of these people were all fixed there, with shock on their faces, as if they could not understand it. The person just now ...It seems to be one of the three ancestors of the Ji family!

only!

Isn't he already dead?

"Boom~!" The ancestor of the Ji family took action one after another in a very strong and domineering manner, suppressing the way of heaven with the supreme emperor's will, taking back the former Furui, and letting this small world regain its former divine power. The rosy glow, unicorn cranes, and high mountains and flowing water waterfalls are like a fairyland on earth.

After doing all this.

He nodded with satisfaction.

Looking at his own grave.

He lay down calmly.

Re-ban.

Waiting for the afterlife.

Resurrection again.

……

His deep sleep seems to say that this dark turmoil has finally come to an end. At this moment, there are still many people alive in Jiuzhou, especially those high-level monks. They look up at the sky and feel the deep sleep of the ancestor of the Ji family. , the haze and imperial power that shrouded the head finally dissipated.

"Emperor!"

"Asleep!"

Some high-level monks spoke in complicated ways, knowing that there would be no more great emperors in the world, but for some reason they could not feel any joy in their hearts. They clearly saw how cruel the dark turmoil was from the ancient books, but they were able to escape by chance. It should be a blessing, but at this time, there is no joy.

They came to a village. This was just an ordinary village, but it was empty. There were only bloody corpses lying on the ground. There was a white-haired old man crying sadly. His son and grandson were all dead. At this moment, holding a withered skeleton, weeping uncontrollably, making those who hear it cry.

"Child, child, my child!" The white-haired old man cried, but there were no tears on his face. It was because he had dried up crying and there were no tears left. His wrinkled cheeks revealed desperate sobs and shouted: "Why wasn't I the one who died?"

He looked.

In the village.

Young adults.

Women and children.

All dead.

Only a few old men were still alive. It was because the Supreme Master did not look down on the vitality of old people, so they had a chance to escape. This was so shocking that the monks in the Holy Realm couldn't bear to look at it. They raised their feet and stepped over here. They also changed. I can't bear this cruel ending.

"Dad, mother...where are you!" A frail childish girl, only three or four years old, with dark eyes and tears, her face dirty, stood there thin and weak, surrounded by The blood gathered into a river, and the corpse kept sinking and floating in it, but she luckily escaped this disaster.

The passing Holy Realm monk was moved. He stepped forward and hugged the baby girl and left. As he walked, there was blood and wreckage everywhere. There was nothing better than hell on earth.

Do not know why.

while walking.

That holy monk.

Started crying.

Tears rolled down his face.

It was obvious that he was alive, which was something he should be thankful for, but he was still crying. There was a deep sadness in his heart. He wanted to cry loudly, but his throat was choked with sobs. Only the tears kept flowing, and the ignorant little girl wiped the face of the holy monk. With tears on his face, he said childishly: "Uncle, you are crying!"

……

……

"Woooooo~!"

"The dark turmoil is over~!"

"We... survived!"

"Survived!"

"I'm not dead!"

After being numb, more people realized this belatedly. They shouted with excitement, but when they shouted, there was a stinging heartbreak, as if they were hating why they died. Own.

The entire world is being robbed. Their acquaintances, relatives, friends, and old friends have all been turned into corpses. Even those who survived by chance have endless sorrow.

This is the sad side.

It’s also a touching aspect.

The dean of the academy was lucky enough to survive the dark turmoil and was not robbed. However, he had always read the books of sages and sages. As he walked, tears flowed unconsciously. He had obviously already made it difficult for the outside world to shake his heart, so he wrote this The scriptures are enough to leave a name in the history, but I can't help but feel the great sadness in my heart and keep crying.

"Chu Xun...!" The dean of the academy walked silently in the deserted state, looking at the devastated place. The former holy land and the top powers were all reduced to ruins and destroyed by the ancestors of the Ji family. Then he came to Donglin Zong, watching the rising star power dimming at an extremely fast speed.

The sect was empty and lifeless, but there were complex and happy emotions in his eyes. Fortunately, Chu Xun's family members and others were admitted to Ruzhou Academy. Otherwise, he really didn't dare to think about how to face Chu Xun. , has made great contributions to the world, and can be called the main person who really suppresses unrest. If his family members are also robbed, it will be painful and self-blame.

He stopped here briefly, then stepped forward to Florida. The order of heaven and earth collapsed, and even the laws of time inside were disrupted. It could not be corrected within a certain period of time, and then he walked forward, leading to other places. I saw too much sadness wherever I went, but I was unable to change it.

What makes him hate even more is that the fierce war broke out on Jiuzhou, which has completely destroyed the order of Jiuzhou. Standing here, he feels the power of heaven and earth. He can usually mobilize various rules and avenues at will, but now he can't. Looking down at the majestic mountains and rivers with a complicated intuition, he sighed: "In the future, it will be difficult to leave the holy realm!"

The rules are disordered.

Disruption of order.

in a long time.

No one can change it.

Ordinary monks who want to come to the Holy Realm will have extraordinary talents. In the past, geniuses who might have achieved the Great Holy Realm can barely set foot in the Holy Realm in today's troubled times. The only thing to be thankful for is the harvest of the Supreme, along with the top warriors. Ninety percent of the strength is gone.

"After my generation, there will be a short-term recession!" the academy dean whispered, feeling sad in his heart, fully realizing that the dazzling golden age was gone.

Once upon a time, great sages roamed the land, and quasi-emperors were as numerous as dogs.

In the years after he withered, even those in the Holy Realm could establish their ancestors and enjoy quasi-emperor-level authority. This made him feel sad and deeply hate those forbidden supremes. Under such harvests from generation to generation, what kind of power could he have? How many people can escape this disease and set foot outside the mainland of China to explore the silverless starry sky.

He felt hateful again.

When looking up.

I saw many white Kongming lanterns rising with the big word "Die" written on them. It was the survivors offering sacrifices to the dead and old friends. The white lanterns flew up into the sky, carrying people's thoughts, condolences, and hearts. Sustenance; he couldn't help but think of Chu Xun, and his eyes became moist again.

"Chu Xun!"

He whispered in despair, and realized that it was time to set up a tomb for Chu Xun.