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The emperors of Zhongzhou are all heavy, and behind the palace is a lush green mountain. The forbidden place of the emperor's mausoleum, which is not allowed to enter without the alliance lord emperor's imperial sky, is hidden among the mountains where birds and beasts are extinct.

Sunset.

The gate of the Emperor's Mausoleum slowly rose, and two figures walked out of the mausoleum.

The twilight sprinkled on the robes and white clothes, dragging the old shadow for a long time.

The two saints who slayer the demons walked slowly after leaving the mausoleum, and they seemed to be extremely tired.

They didn't go far.

After walking a distance of about 100 steps, the emperor's mausoleum behind him, which had been immersed in the sunset for 500 years, collapsed. Billowing dust and smoke rose into the sky, and the terrifying smoke and dust obscured the twilight and sunset red.

The old man in the Taoist robe stood with his hands in his hands and looked up at the sky.

As if he had guessed something from the sunset, he suddenly remembered and sighed: "It's over." ”

The white-clothed and white-haired old gentleman with a Confucian temperament stroked his beard and asked, "Do you mean that this is the case, or is it the end there?"

The old Taoist brushed the dust: "This is over, and the grievances elsewhere are over." ”

Mr. Bai Zhiqiu followed the gaze of the old man of Tianji to the east of the sky, and after a while, he shook his head helplessly: "It seems that it is really the fate of the Heavenly Evil Lone Star." ”

"Who's to say it's not......"

"The parents' palace is full of seven killings, the husband and wife palace is ruined for the destruction of the army and the beloved is red-faced, the sibling palace is a greedy wolf, and the best friends will be implicated. ”

"This is the real man of destiny!"

......

The collapse of the Emperor's Mausoleum alarmed many powerful people in the alliance.

The two secret Dharma Protectors and the three robed sect masters stood in disbelief in front of the bare mountains that burned down with the mausoleum, staring at each other.

They were about to speak, but they saw the white-clothed and white-haired Emperor Gongzi in front of the door of the tomb that was faintly visible not far away, tearlessly lifting his shirt and kneeling down.

"The alliance leader returns to heaven!"

The emperor kowtowed without tears.

The moment he kowtowed, his hands clenched into fists.

This famous emperor who was born without tears in the world finally shed two lines of tears after his father's emperor returned to the heavenly soul for nine days.

He swore to himself.

Since then, the Imperial League has not shared the sky with the Heavenly Machine Pavilion of the Two Realms Mountain!

......

In fact, this young master of the Imperial League didn't know at this time, at the moment after the collapse of the Emperor's Mausoleum, at the moment when the figures of the two saints who slayer demons disappeared at the end of the path, the golden-winged Dapeng with a head and a body like a mountain turned into a golden light and flew south outside the Nine Heavens.

It was the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons who was invited by Emperor Yutian to jointly kill the two saints.

It's a pity that evil prevails over good.

In this shocking battle in which the two saints joined forces to slay demons and slay demons, the demon head was killed and the demon lord was seriously injured and fled.

The only four remaining Divine Channeling Realm powerhouses in the world fell by two overnight, leaving only the Old Man of Tianji and Bai Zhiqiu to ride the fog to the east.

......

Luo Changfeng hugged Xue'er's body and was reluctant to let go.

At this moment, his body was filled with a monstrous bloody aura, like a demon who would attack at any time and kill without blinking, and the third divine soldier butcher knife in the world was hanging beside him, and no one dared to step forward easily. Even Jiang Manlou, An Hongdou and others were helpless at the moment.

Jun Zeyu watched this scene from afar.

He wondered if he had really done something wrong. From the beginning, Luo Changfeng should not be involved in this troubled dispute between the Seven Prefectures and the Great Yan Empire.

He couldn't give himself an answer to this question.

Because no one knows better than him, even if he doesn't use An Hongdou to blackmail Luo Changfeng to seize Jiangdu City, with his understanding of Luo Changfeng, no one will stop the blood feud that is repaid by blood.

Leaving a sigh, Junze Yuming Jin withdrew his troops.

The 500,000 ironclad kings retreated quietly in the heavy snow at dusk.

This heavy snow has buried the Dayan Empire in history, and the new and unified Tiandong in front of him, he Jun Zeyu is already supreme!

Whether the Bailou City, which has only 30,000 soldiers, gains or loses has nothing to do with the overall situation.

Shen Tianxin reluctantly looked at the figure on the battlefield that retreated with the army, and the oath of marrying a red-clothed ruler in the world was especially fresh in his ears.

She waited for that day.

......

The little man Mo Xiangqi suddenly shouted out in surprise.

Maybe it's because of the blood connection, maybe it's because her dark eyes have been staring at the snowy sky. In the remnant sun, she saw two figures stepping into the air.

It was the old man of Tianji and Bai Zhiqiu.

Mo Xiangqi waved his little hand at Grandpa Tianji with great joy.

Jiang Manlou and everyone were overjoyed.

Luo Changfeng, who was silent, who was holding Xue'er like a fool, raised his eyes full of blood slightly.

......

"It's not impossible to save her. In the palace courtyard where Xue'er had lived for a long time, the old man Tianji brushed his beard with a whisk in his hand and said.

"Seniors are qualified?" Luo Changfeng, whose injuries had improved after the old man Tianji's shot, had a deep bloody light hidden in his eyes, flashing and disappearing.

"The art of resurrecting the dead, how can it be so simple to say casually? What's more, the old way of slaying demons and returning to cultivate is a big loss, even if you try your best, it may not be satisfactory. Mo Tianji said.

"If you can save Xue'er's life, what if you rip Luo Changfeng's heart! Please say it clearly...... senior" The man had gold under his knees, and Luo Changfeng knelt behind the old man Tianji and pleaded.

"You don't have to cut your heart, and you don't have to go to that knife mountain oil pot!"

Luo Changfeng looked up at the back.

I saw the old Taoist Mo Tianji turn around, staring at Luo Changfeng with a pair of deep and vast eyes, and said word by word: "You only need to respond to the old way." ”

"What?"

"Ten years! Ten years, no one can find this woman!"

"Why?"

"To save this woman's life!" the starry eyes of the old man suddenly dimmed.

Luo Changfeng was extremely reluctant.

He doesn't want to be separated from Cher for half a moment, how can he tolerate not seeing him for ten years?

But in front of a true saint, he has no right to bargain.

Because he wants to resurrect Cher.

As long as Xue'er lives, what about ten years, what about a hundred years, it will never be seen again in this life, and he Luo Changfeng also feels that his wish is enough!

......

Early the next morning.

Heavy snowfall.

Outside the gate of the White Building, a gray carriage made its way out of the city.

The man who drives the car is a saint.

The sage Bai Zhiqiu drove the carriage.

In the middle of the car, sitting cross-legged was the old man Tianji, and next to him lay a peaceful Xue'er.

Luo Changfeng, Jiang Manlou and others were sent to the city gate, looking at the carriage that was gradually moving away until it was out of reach......

A month later, on a sunny day, the gray carriage drove into the barren desert of the shattered world of Tianxi.

There is a bustling town in the desert called Longmen Town, which is extremely famous in the land of the west of the sky, where the space is broken.

There are many people of different races living in this Longmen town, and the people are open, and the dragons and snakes are mixed.

The carriage passed through the crowded streets and stopped in front of an inn.

Mr. Bai Zhiqiu, who was dressed in white clothes and white hair and drove for many days in this desert, looked up at the inscription of the inn.

Dragon Gate Inn!

......

Another month later.

There was a crying sound of children croaking to the ground in the Longmen Inn, and it turned out to be the middle-aged happy daughter of the shopkeeper Ye.

The shopkeeper, who had always regarded the old man of Tianji as a fairy-like figure, smiled happily, rushed in with his newborn daughter in his arms, and begged the Taoist robe immortal to give his daughter a name.

The old man of Tianji, who was playing against Mr. Bai Zhiqiu, laughed heartily.

Lao Tianji spread out his palms, and a purple skirt shimmered with brilliant brilliance.

The young girl in the shopkeeper's arms, a pair of watery eyes saw the beautiful purple clothes, and laughed happily.

......

Shopkeeper Ye was extremely satisfied, holding the young girl Ye Ziyi and gently covering the courtyard door.

At that moment, the old man of Tianji, who was playing against each other in the house, lowered his head kindly.

......

Mr. Bai Zhiqiu stood in the courtyard with his hands in his hands, looking at the two inscriptions silently.

Unexpectedly, in just two months, two new graves were added to the Longmen Inn where people came and went in Huangshali.