Is it really good?

Li Pu sighed lightly in his heart, and there was an urge to stay here for 10,000 years.

In the past three years, Lan Yanyan has not had a good life, she has been fighting, shedding a lot of blood, and she has also despaired, almost falling.

When Li Pu heard these news, his heart was very suffocated, and the strong self-blame was even stronger, and he would even question why he wanted to leave in the first place? Why was he not there when Lan Yanyan was desperate? And when she was in a bitter battle, when she was desperate, she was helpless, and she didn't hesitate to do it.

Why?

Because he is a celestial body, he is from Wuji Mountain, he is from that disaster eighteen years ago, he is the son of that young couple, his name is Li Feng.

Li Pu was silent, just looked at Lan Yanyan quietly, for some reason, he was even afraid to leave, his chest was a little suffocated, and he choked.

If he wasn't a celestial body, he would have stayed here all the time, just looking at the blue figure like this, hugging her tightly, if he wasn't Li Feng "It's time for you to set off." The stele sighed lightly: "Wang Tianzhong may not be able to support it for long, it's late, it's too late." ”

"I know. Li Pu raised his head.

Farewell for three years, farewell for three years, and parting again in just half an hour, who knows when they will be able to see each other after this time?

Is this love? It does hurt.

Li Pu was silent, and he also began to understand a lot, and he also remembered Zhao Ying.

There is no shortage of love in the world, everyone has a unique love in their hearts, and in the same way, he began to have it.

"Wait for me. Li Pu whispered, he swept the two old men deeply, and then looked at the two small ones.

"Big brother, are you leaving?"

"Eh, can't the big brother stay with us?" said the little Taoist priest sadly.

"Well, one day, the world is invincible, and I will come back here. Li Pu smiled, subconsciously swept Lan Yanyan, and thought: I will come back here, accompany her, plant the flowers she likes, look at her beautiful figure and smile, and live the life she wants most.

Invincible.

These four words are too heavy, and I don't know how many peerless geniuses have been crushed.

Li Pu is gone, like the fallen leaves of the sycamore, floating into the distance to fight for the future.

However, who knows, when he left, he rewrote a piece of history of his own in blood.

The celestial bodies are not to be deceived.

The celestial bodies are invincible.

The celestial bodies are radiant.

They have the courage to fight for the Terrans, they are angry, they fight for their beliefs, and when the blood is confused in the blurred sight, they are the most angry.

The night gradually darkened, and only the coolness and coldness of autumn remained.

A figure pierced the sky, leaving behind a dull gold, like a god's mansion, and finally disappeared here.

And now, in the distant land, the mountains overlapped, and the dead trees were densely packed, like a deserted place that had lost its color, and here were several figures, galloping, fast, like arrows cutting through the night sky.

Suddenly, with a pop, a figure fell, and his face suddenly turned pale in the thin moonlight, and the fist-sized wound on his chest was gurgling and bleeding.

The power of the curse has set in.

He raised his head feebly, his trembling hand trying to reach out, as if to grasp something.

"Ah Qi. Wang Tianzhong turned his head abruptly and roared sadly.

"Young master. He trembled, staring at Wang Tianzhong and the body on the back of several people: "You must live." ”

Stay alive.

Three simple words, but it has become the dawn that this group of people craves the most.

No one spoke, and they all looked at Ah Qi quietly, as if they saw their future from Ah Qi.

"Get on the road. Wang Tianzhong trembled slightly, and he gave an order not to look at Ah Qi again.

"If there is an afterlife, I would like to be the young master's Ah Qi. He covered the wound on his chest and smiled as he watched the departing figures.

Then, he turned around, struggled to get up, and threw himself behind him with a roar of murderous intent.

The night was long and quiet, but they were the only ones who were not at peace.

"How long will it take to get to the ancient village?" Wang Tianzhong raised his head.

Because the night was so dark, it was sometimes impossible to judge the direction and distance, but luckily there was a person in the group who was very familiar with the route.

"It's just after dawn this morning, and we'll arrive at the ancient village after dawn. The man gasped, a deep tiredness hidden deep in his dark eyes.

"Okay, full speed ahead. Wang Tianzhong spoke.

"Young master, wait, something is wrong. Suddenly, a figure stopped, looking around warily.

This is a middle-aged man whose strength has reached the Seven Heavens of the Five Passages Realm, and he is also the highest cultivation in the group.

"What's wrong?" Wang Tianzhong steadied his pace and looked sideways at his cheek.

"You wait here first, and I'll come when I go. The middle-aged man raised his head, glanced at everyone, and then galloped out.

Bang!

A few minutes later, a great battle broke out in the distance, and a miserable cry echoed in the deep night sky.

Wang Tianzhong raised his head suddenly, staring at it deadly, and his eyes became scarlet.

"Go around. Wang Tian's voice trembled, with a kind of sadness and depth.

Ha ha!

Immediately afterward, unbridled laughter spread throughout the night sky, like a sharp weapon piercing the hearts of the group.

Everyone was silent, suffocating, sad, and even angry, but they had to endure it.

There are very strong people, and there are many people, each of whom is not something they can compete with, and now that the most powerful one has also fallen, they have no hope in the battle.

Shout!

Suddenly, a terrifying arrow pierced the night sky.

With a thud, a figure shot through the shadow, and his body rolled in the darkness of the night, crashing into the distance.

"Don't stop. Wang Tian trembled.

These are the last forces of their royal family, and they are also the group that have been guarding the ancient city, and now they have also fallen.

Wang Tianzhong was very angry and sad, he wanted to turn around and kill them all, but he couldn't, there were still people alive, his grandparents were still there, and he had to be responsible for the living people.

The number of people became smaller and smaller, from the first thirty to the current ten, eight, five and finally, the remaining few collapsed, they roared, cried, turned and killed, however, could not change the outcome of death.

The night was still very deep, just like Wang Tianzhong's mood, and he couldn't see the light.

"Leave your grandparents behind! You run to the left, you run to the right. Wang Tianzhong looked at the last two people, his hands hidden under his sleeves were trembling, but he was trying to suppress his emotions.

He is the young master of the Wang family, the first person of the younger generation, the future head of the Wang family, and he must be responsible for the living until the last moment.

But now, he's tired, and he doesn't even know whether this so-called responsibility is right or wrong?

Perhaps, he should have let these people disperse a long time ago, so that he could keep them and let them live.

"Young master. The two shouted, and knelt down with a thud.

From now on, you are no longer from the royal family. Wang Tianzhong looked at the night sky.

The two of them were sad, and their eyes were very red.

"Get out of here, get out of here. Wang Tianzhong roared, his eyes scarlet.

"Heaven and earth have regrets, the moon is full and lacking, the world is reincarnated, and justice lasts forever. The two spoke at the same time: "When the sun rises tomorrow, it is the time when the sun rises, after drinking today, the sunset is setting, I am often in the green mountains, the green mountains are no more, I often look at the flowers and plants, the flowers and plants are still the same." ”

This is a poem, and it is also a poem that has been passed down by the Wang family for many years.

Long ago, there was a genius in the Wang family who preached with bards, his poems were full of talent, and his songs could be turned into swords.

This is a special path, a special cultivation, but since him, no one can walk on this path, because in the early stage of the bard, it is too weak, and he will be like a mortal before he is crowned a king.

However, although later generations could not embark on this road, the poems he left behind became the spiritual inheritance of the Wang family, and also opened the legend of generations of great scholars in later generations.

"I come from the world, come from ten thousand flowers, and leave from ten thousand flowers" The two were still speaking, just looking at Wang Tianzhong, their eyes were ruddy and full of sadness.

"There is still a blue sky in the world, and justice always endures..."

Wang Tianzhong trembled, don't look over, and clenched his hands tightly.

Soon, he found that he could not move, his whole body froze, he suddenly opened his eyes, and was about to speak, when a stick struck him.

Wang Tianzhong fainted like this.

And before he fainted, he kept echoing that poem in his mind. There is still a blue sky in the world, and justice always endures.

He wanted to laugh, he felt that the ancestor had a rusty brain, is there justice in this world? But he couldn't laugh, because it was his ancestor.