This is My Planet

Xia Guixuan didn't go after Di Jun, but Ah Hua chased after him very consciously, only Xia Guixuan and Yi were left in place, and the scorching sun in the sky was setting, dragging their shadows for a long time, as if signaling the end of the moment.

The light in Yi's eyes gradually dimmed, and the angry look that had cracked his eyes before also disappeared and became calm.

Xia Guixuan was also looking at his wound, it was red blood, which was different from everyone in the Thousand Edges Illusory Realm.

Di Jun has a backup here, but Hou Yi does not.

Shao Siming is suspected of being man-made, but Houyi is not.

He is always that Yi, the tribal leader who rebelled and overthrew the fatuous Empress Xia when he was a mortal. Like Heng'e, Xia Guixuan looked at him as a god.

He held a divine arrow in his hand, and without fear of the divine empress Xihe, he shot nine golden crows to death, a great legend of slaughtering gods with humans.

Originally, this kind of attribute was the real object of cooperation.

It's a pity that the fatuous Empress Xia he overthrew was none other than Xia Guixuan himself.

And after he came to power, he was also a foolish king, and he was not worthy of praise.

Coupled with robbing his wife... the grievances and grievances have been entangled for thousands of years, which cannot be erased.

It's just a pity, he is really a normal life, different from other opponents.

Xia Guixuan fought against Yi when he was a human ruler, and he fought against Jun when he was a heavenly emperor. In fact, it has always reflected the war between the civilization of the Central Plains and the Dongyi. But in Xia Guixuan's heart, Yi is of course the one who is more unforgettable. In his eyes, other gods are closer to symbols, including Di Jun.

The day when Emperor Jun was defeated in the battle of gods, I thought you were dead. He finally spoke, as if reminiscing about the old days.

Earlier, I also thought you died in Gedi. Yi replied calmly.

Xia Guixuan said: But I don't think there is any need for you to continue living.

It sounds like an inappropriate sentence.

Yi, however, seemed to agree: Perhaps. If I died at that time, I wouldn't be ashamed today. In fact, although I was defeated, I didn't hate you. My desire for revenge was not strong, and the goal of the restoration of the Emperor of Heaven has almost no chance. I don't know what the point of living is.

There is really no hatred at all, it's just a winner and a loser.

Maybe there was hatred at the time, but after so many years, everyone has become gods and immortals, so how can they still keep mundane grievances in their hearts? It was Xia Guixuan who hated Yi so much back then, and it would have faded away later, otherwise, he would not have touched Heng'e, and just told her, Just prove that I am stronger than him.

Xia is gone. For a certain period of time, even the recognition of Xia was controversial. Youqiong's story was purely on paper, and it was difficult to verify it. The history has been submerged, Ge Di has long since disappeared, Xia Guixuan himself has abandoned Si Taikang's past, Taikang's tomb has been erected in the evening, and Yi has been divided into two legends, which have been disputed to this day.

The public and private grievances between the two have reached the present, what else is worth writing about?

I used to want to help the Emperor of Heaven to regain his glory, but today, the meaning of everyone's existence has changed. Yi continued calmly: The Emperor of Heaven discovered that his life experience is a mystery, and he can't find where he was born...I know you are doing the same thing now.

Xia Guixuan nodded: The one who knows me is an old friend.

The goal of the Emperor of Heaven is the same as yours, and the ultimate target is behind the scenes. Yi sighed: You are all heroes, you have been played and applauded by others, and you have been directed into the twilight of the gods by others. The war continues to this day... How can you be reconciled?

Xia Guixuan was silent for a moment, and did not answer these words.

I don't care too much about these things. I know who I am, and I don't have a young commander who makes me anxious. I must find an answer. Yi suddenly smiled: Besides, I want to kill Chang'e after being scolded for a few words. I'm not a hero for this alone. It's better to kill myself. It's a little bit more plausible.

With the last words, his body began to disintegrate and dissipate.

Self-defeating.

Xia Guixuan neither pushed nor stopped him, and watched his disappearance steadfastly, as if he also ended one of his past.

For Yi, this may also be a relief.

He really doesn't have any meaning to exist. Xia Guixuan's earlier words sounded inappropriate, but from a high-dimensional perspective, they are the truth, just cold.

For human beings, everyone has a meaning of existence.

Not so with God.

When he shot Heng'e with an arrow, he lost even the last trace of the meaning of being human.

Soldiers are getting what they deserve, and it is also the hero's last elegy.

Heng'e penetrated the realm and came behind Xia Guixuan, without even looking at Yi who had dissipated like dust, silently healed Xia Guixuan with spells, and said in a low voice, Your injury is serious, why don't you stop the bleeding first...

Xia Guixuan also seemed to have forgotten what the one who disappeared just now had anything to do with her, so he didn't mention it at all: This is not a traumatic injury, it doesn't make much sense to stop the bleeding...

Is it the breath of the sun raging in the body?

Yeah. Xia Guixuan turned around and hugged her, and said with a smile, Heng'e's kiss is the only way to be good.

Heng'e blushed and spat: When is this...

Having said that, she still hugged his neck obediently, kissed his lips, and entered the air of the sun.

The gentle breath of the moon soothed the raging restlessness in the body, and the injured shoulder healed itself.

And in Tianwaitian, where the Lord of the Illusory Realm lives, at the apex of the Thousand Edges Illusory Realm, he kisses his woman, which seems to indicate that the world belongs to him and the dust has settled.

Xia Guixuan stretched out his hand to make a move, and Xi He's sword, which had been inserted obliquely into the ground, was in his hand.

Heng'e glanced curiously, blushed and said in a low voice, You...don't really want Xihe?

I'm not so bored now that Xihe exists or not. I'm not so boring... Xia Guixuan smiled, and suddenly threw Xihe's sword upwards, and at the same time threw his own Wangshu up, and the two swords interlaced and hung in the air.

The red and blue that permeated the entire universe suddenly twisted and spun, and quickly recovered and converged to the place where the two swords intersected like a whirlpool. The vision of the endless galaxy was vast, and the vortex where the red and blue converged attracted everyone's attention. Even the battle between Taiyi and Yin Xiaoru stopped, watching the change in a daze.

The vortex converges and staggers, the red light wraps the blue sword, and the blue light wraps the red sword, forming a typical Tai Chi shape.

Red and blue fade to black and white.

Tai Chi is united, surpassing the heavens.

This is a sign that the world returns to its origin, and Liangyi returns to its origin.

Gathered into the initial point.

In the void, a phantom of a woman suddenly appeared.

There seemed to be heart, lung, liver and various blood vessels faintly flashing, and then disappeared.

Only the most powerful can see something being sucked away by a Gundam.

Xia Guixuan didn't care that the origin of the world was taken away, he gently stretched out his hand, and the two swords hanging in the air turned into Tai Chi and landed in his palm.

Heng'e watched from the side, and always felt that this was controlling the universe.

So is the fact.

Xia Guixuan focused on Tai Chi for a while, then suddenly stretched out his finger to the sky: Broken.

The sacred mountain of Olympus collapsed inch by inch, and began to collapse in thirty-three days, gradually blending into one, like a ball of initial balls.

Thousands of edges without edges, return to the origin.

Xia Guixuan stretched out his finger again: Scatter.

The gods of Olympus who were at a loss in front of Athena, and the five elements and four gods who were struggling to support under Ling Moxueyan's endless pursuit, no longer needed to support them, and they directly disappeared.

Taichi's eyes widened in horror.

Before he could shout No, his body also began to blur.

The half-step disappearance is just a thought, and there is no room for him to resist.

The fantasy world returns to fantasy, and the smoke disappears.

Yin Xiaoru thought of the Yin family database she carried...as if a super administrator pressed Format.

So the world is empty.

Thousands of edges and no edges, the illusory world returns to illusion. Xia Guixuan hung in the void, whispering to himself: What should return to nothingness, then disappear...

A big hand pierced through the Three Realms, as if to stop his actions.

But it was too late, it was long overdue.

Xia Guixuan looked up at the sky, and laughed loudly: I've been waiting for you for a long time, and I'm here now, it's too late!