Within the Yin and Yang grinding plate, everything is wearing off, and the mysterious laws are wrapping Cangwu, but they still can't protect him, life and death are spinning, and Cangwu's face is becoming old.

"Break the ...... for me" Cang Wu roared, punching out one punch after another, wanting to blast through this yin and yang grinding plate, but his strength was also being ground by the grinding plate.

Yin and Yang grinding plate, as if it can crush everything, life and death, is the law that no one can escape, even if it is Cangjiao, with the luck of the whole world, it can't escape the law of life and death.

Chen Tie appeared in the Yin and Yang Mill, here, is the world that belongs to him, he seems to have become the master of life and death, and under his feet, it is like countless living beings in reincarnation.

"Chen Tie, how can you fight against me, this, it's impossible to ......" Cangwu stared at Chen Tie deadly, with boundless hatred and panic in his eyes.

"It's impossible, it should be me who said, you shouldn't be the lord of the times, because, you are not worthy, you are not qualified to ......" Chen Tie's voice echoed.

"I deprive you of the luck of the Lord of your time, and punish you for being ...... from now on"

As Chen Tie's voice sounded, the rotation speed of the Yin and Yang grinding disc accelerated, and a trace of indescribable power suddenly rushed towards Cangwu.

In the Yin and Yang Mill, Chen Tie is the only master, Cangwu is not, the strange power will envelop Cangwu, and it will extinguish his vitality and the luck of the Lord of the Times.

"Roaring ......" Cangwu was crazy, and finally he was desperate, and the powerful force exploded, so that the Yin and Yang grinding disc were constantly shaking.

The Yin Yang Mill Disc was almost shattered several times, but it still rotated, until, the Yin and Yang Mill Disc had covered the world, and the entire sky had become a world of white and black, and the vibration finally stopped, and the roar of the cangwu was slowly weakening.

After three days, the Yin and Yang grinding disc began to shrink, and eventually, slowly dissipated, and above the sky, there was nothing left, as if nothing had happened.

Cangwu is gone, Chen Tie is gone, there is no longer a chain of order, and there is no more yin and yang grinding plate.

Countless beings in the world are still kneeling, but the imprint in their hearts has dissipated, and the imprint of the Heavenly Dao that belongs to the Lord of the Times has disappeared.

"What's going on......" Countless people stood up from the ground in confusion.

They have become confused and do not understand why they are kneeling.

With the disappearance of the Heavenly Dao brand, the memory of the Lord of Cangwu's era also dissipated in their hearts.

After another three days, everything in the world has returned to normal, and only the strong people of the Cangjiao are left, looking up at the sky unwillingly.

They could feel that the aura of the canopy was gone, and they also understood what it meant—it meant that their invincible master had been completely wiped out and ceased to exist.

"How can this be, the Cangwu Palm Sect is invincible, the Cangwu Palm Sect is the master of the times, how can it be defeated and disappear......"

The people of the Cangjiao Sect looked up at the sky in despair, and this result made them fall into shock and panic.

…………

In the valley, everything is still the same, very quiet, occasionally, a strange beast breaks into the valley, looks up, and finds the figure on the top of a certain mountain, it will immediately flee in fright.

On the top of the mountain, Chen Tie stood quietly in front of dozens of graves, the corners of his mouth, coughing up a mouthful of blood from time to time.

He finally wore out Cangwu, and he killed the lord of an era.

However, Cangwu's deathly counterattack also hit him hard, leaving his body full of cracks that were invisible to the naked eye.

Chen Tie actually understood that this was the wound of the Great Dao, and Cangwu used his last life and strength, with the help of the power of the Great Dao, to cut off his foundation.

A person's foundation is naturally the most important, in the past, if the foundation of Cang Jiuhai was cut off, he would never be able to cultivate strong again.

And now, Chen Tie's foundation is also full of cracks, as if it will be broken at any time.

The lord of the times is the lord of the times after all, and when Cangwu was dying, he still gave Chen Tie a fatal blow.

However, Chen Tie didn't care too much, and after killing Cangwu, he returned here and stood quietly.

In his body, the invisible cracks were also slowly suppressed by his strength, and no matter how strong Cangwu's dying blow was, he couldn't really cut off his foundation after all.

Looking at the dozens of graves in front of him, Chen Tie was silent, the anger aroused by Cangwu had gradually calmed down, and his eyes became empty again.

It seems that after killing Cangwu, he doesn't know what to do, and he has nowhere else to go except here.

It was an indescribable loneliness, he had no relatives, no friends, and now, not even enemies.

In the end, Chen Tie sat down in front of the grave again, and this time, he fell into silence, sitting cross-legged day after day, and the years passed silently on him.

The weeds around him sprouted, then grew, then withered, and the years passed, so that everything in the world was changing.

Time flies, it has been several years in the blink of an eye, Chen Tie has been sitting here, his body has been covered with dust blown by the mountain wind, making him like a statue.

Perhaps, as before, he will fall into a deep sleep, not wanting to wake up again, and waking up and facing dozens of graves is actually the cruelest thing for him.

However, when the fifth year came, Chen Tie suddenly opened his eyes, then stood up, and then he went down the mountain.

He didn't really know where he wanted to go, but suddenly he wanted to go out for a walk.

He didn't want to face these dozens of graves anymore, and these dozens of graves, like mountains, pressed down on his heart and made him feel unbearable.

He walked out of the valley, looking around blankly, but without direction, where to go, it made no difference to him.

Eventually, he left the valley and went wherever he went.

…………

Three years later, in a town known as Ningcheng, at the gate of the city, a large group of children, armed with wooden sticks, excitedly surrounded a beggar lying at the city gate, and from time to time, beat the sleeping beggar with sticks.

"This man is dying. A child poked a beggar in the back with a stick.

The other child immediately said: "It won't die, this beggar has appeared in our Ningcheng for a few months, and he is so dirty that he is dying, but he just hasn't died." ”

The other children couldn't help but chatter: "Yes, I haven't seen this beggar eat, why didn't he starve to death?"

"My mother said, let me stay away from this beggar, but in the past few months, from time to time, chasing this beggar and beating, it is so interesting. ”

"Who said it wasn't, this beggar couldn't be beaten, and he was beaten by us, and he laughed, he should be crazy. ”

A large group of children were chattering, and the noise finally made the sleeping beggar turn over and wake up.

"He woke up, hit him......" The group of children, suddenly made a sensation, excitedly raised the stick, and slammed it on the beggar.

"Hehe......" The beggar's face had long been covered by messy hair, and he smirked in the face of the wooden stick on his body.

No one could recognize the beggar's face, and perhaps even the beggar himself was busy with his own appearance.

It's just that when the wind blows his messy hair, if anyone can see his eyes, they will inevitably find that there is an indescribable dazed and lonely in the eyes of this beggar.

A group of children wielding wooden sticks, tired of the beating, soon dispersed.

For them, chasing this beggar is just a fun game, and when they have had enough, they should go home.

The beggar sat silently at the gate of the city, with his head bowed, not knowing what he was thinking, because no one would care about a beggar.

"Hey, are you hungry, give you food. ”

As the beggar was about to lie down and continue to sleep, a woman's voice suddenly sounded.

Hearing this, the beggar was stunned for a moment, and then he raised his head and looked at a figure standing in front of him at some point.

Seeing this figure, the beggar's whole body shook, this figure, with long hair, and a beautiful face, and this face, in the eyes of the beggar, is so familiar.

"Qingyin, how could it be, it's you ......" The beggar sat up suddenly, grabbed the hand of the woman in front of him, and chased in shock and ecstasy.

The beggar is Chen Tie, even if he forgets himself, but how can he forget Lin Qingyin, now, Lin Qingyin, who has long been annihilated, actually stood in front of him, making him feel that he must be dreaming.

Being held in her hand, the young woman who was originally holding a bowl of porridge and wanted to hand it to Chen Tie exclaimed in surprise, and the bowl in her hand fell to the ground and shattered.

Her face really looked like Lin Qingyin, but when she opened her mouth, she said in horror: "Let go, you recognize the wrong person......"

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