ps: I don't know how I survived these ten days, my aunt died, I got canine plague from my hair, my father kept the spirit for a few nights, fever and blood pressure increased, and I was at a loss in an instant. Since the beginning of this year, my life has not seemed to be quiet, and the natal year is really terrible. It wasn't until yesterday that I finally got the good news, and the dull hair gradually recovered, thank you so much for the demon, Jiajia and Lianlian, when everyone persuaded me to euthanize it, it was your encouragement that made me survive. I don't know what I'm going to become, it's with me on the most painful, tormenting, and dark nights, thank God for not taking it away, thank you!!!

The long wind came from the far north, swept across the wilderness, blew the mountains, and thousands of war ghosts rolled and turned into the void like black flames that burned like hunts, and disappeared.

The spirit gathering spirit was crushed in the fierce wind, stirring up a huge amount of water vapor and smoke, rushing in all directions, and the earth gradually frosted and condensed, gradually spreading towards the tall and majestic mountains.

The broken pear blossoms were like goose snow in the air, and the young man hung down the blade in his hand, looked at the slender purple shadow in front of her, and was quiet for a long time, she called softly: "Respect the holy ......"

Yang He stood on a high hanging wall, standing in the wind, did not speak, his thin lips were pursed, his eyes were like knives, his sideburns were sticky with sweat, and his chest rose and fell violently.

He raised his eyes to look at the beast struggling towards the collapsing Gathering Spirit, watching it go mad, watching it scream, watching it finally turn to dust and vanish.

The sky was low, and there was a slight cool sweet fragrance in the rich rancid air, and he couldn't hear any sound, Yang He opened his eyes slightly, and his voice was thick and tired: "She's dead." ”

"But that's not the end, we still have ...... to do"

Yang He raised his hand slightly. Nian Qi stopped talking, and the tears of forbearance finally remained.

Yang He turned his head sideways, his eyes swept over the dust and smoke all over the ground and the chaotic formation on the corpses, he was silent for a long time, and said lightly: "How many people have we died." ”

"The words and songs have been ......"

"Zijun, what about them?"

"A total of eight honorable ......" Nian Ji raised his hand to wipe away his tears, "and all the attendants and subordinates ......"

Yang He nodded and said lightly: "We can't escape either." ”

"Sacred ......"

Foot-length hair is tied in a bundle. Lifted by the wind. Yang He raised his head, the light of the setting sun fell on his handsome face, and he said lightly: "I am not the same as Yang Xu Zun Shengdao. It has not been my idea to conquer this world for a long time. And track down the Yue family, and lead the robbery to break the formation...... I've been in business for a hundred years, and I've failed after all, but believe it or not. Yang Xu will also be defeated. ”

The dust and smoke were lifted under the canopy of the four directions, and those pear blossoms gradually fell. An old Venerable came and said, "Venerable Sage, let's retreat quickly!" ”

Nian Ji shook his head: "It's too late." ”

The old man looked at her.

Yang He suddenly chuckled, and it was rare to show his face, he raised his eyebrows and looked at the Eastern Sky Canopy: "I have never understood what Bai Xi is begging for. I don't understand how he can be so crazy, and now he finally has some resonance. ”

The earth shook violently, and the dust and smoke rose sharply from all directions like a cyclone. Everyone's faces changed greatly, and the old man exclaimed, "Respect the saint." When! ”

"This is the formation that Yang Cheng prepared for the Sealing Tribulation, do you think we can run away?"

There are seven hidden dangers in the mortal realm, and no one knows this better than him.

The first is Changhong Stream.

The second is the Song Lake in the northern vein of Tiansui Mountain, which contains millions of fierce charms that feed on green sand.

The third is the Chenzhou Altar, from top to bottom sixteen layers, the bottom pile of abandoned tens of millions of white bones is no longer the original generous death of the warriors, once the seal is broken and poured out, Handong Kyushu is gone in an instant.

The fourth is the Sushen Corridor under the Fuyun Sect that was planned by him and sent them to destroy.

The fifth is the catastrophe.

The sixth is the wilderness in the southwest of Huazhou, where tens of thousands of corpses fell asleep due to the ancient seals.

Seventh, it is the Qingyang Yuanling located in the southeast of the Kunlun Chengxu Mountain Range.

When he learned that the catastrophe had been reborn because of the Ten Witches, he went straight to Kunlun without thinking, but it was obvious that he was not the only one who had this thought. When he led people over, Yang Xiuyi was already one step ahead of him, and what they didn't expect was that Bai Xihui would tie up the crescent moon here at this time.

Everyone's plans were disrupted, and under the restraint of all parties, Qi Qi fell into passivity, and even when he knew that the opponent would not be without arrangements, he had to come forward, just because they did not have the slightest advantage in chips, so they could only fight hard and take it by force.

On the mountains in the distance, the scorched old trees swayed in the scattered wind and clouds, the earth was soaked in frost, and outside the vast world, there were red flames gradually ignited.

Yang He suddenly remembered the white bone fire and the earth soaked in thick blood.

Thousands of years of pursuit and expectation, the sustenance and trust of tens of thousands of people, and the strong desire and sense of belonging to the vast and clear land under their feet...... Endless freedom, responsibility, all the qiē left them with no way back.

The sky was getting dark, the wind was raging, and all the exhausted men were watching him quietly.

Yang He said in a deep voice: "Since I left the Wanzhu Realm 1,300 years ago, I have never returned, for more than a thousand years, I have a heart for my homeland, but no matter how homesick I am, I only dare to wait and see, because I am afraid that once I go back, I will never have a chance to come out." ”

"Wanzhu Realm ......," he murmured softly, his eyebrows slightly deep.

Except for them, no one in the world knew what the real Wanzhu Realm was like.

Under the overturning of the ancient evil qi, the vast continent is full of insects, floods and wastelands, and fierce winds sweep wantonly, but it can freeze in an instant, and the frost and snow are flying. They had to be strong and resilient in the guard, but the ubiquitous death was watching outside the borders of the guard every day.

Escape is the only hope for survival.

Maybe there will be other ways, there is no eternal absolute.

But he failed.

The long wind howled and screamed, and the majestic mountains collapsed in the rush.

Yang He sneered, and the corners of his broken lips were red and bewitching: "While you still have strength now, everyone chooses for themselves, whether to be sealed for eternity, humiliated and stealing, or cut off by themselves." Have a good time. ”

The dust and smoke were surging, the momentum was as majestic as the waves, he closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his slender back turned into a blood mist in the ups and downs of the mountain dust, drifting away with the wind.

The night covers the sky, and thousands of mid-sky dew light up the earth. The mountains are frozen. Mirrored like a mirror.

At the foot of the frosty mountain, the Qingyang Patriarch leaned against the mountain wall, and several elders sat beside him. Holding a wooden stick.

The young man who had been sent out to inquire about the news stood in front of them, gasping for breath and continuing to speak quickly: "...... The fight was too fierce, and those elders and immortals were all killed, but they didn't have time to run. The three mountains collapsed so fast and so violently that I saw several people in the distance being swept away. The rest seems to have been pressed under the Qingyang Yuanling......" he swallowed dry saliva, "But don't worry, there are hundreds of war ghosts, I watched them face ...... with my own eyes"

"Smack!"

A heavy slap was given to the boy in the face.

An elder yelled: "A few hundred is only a fart!" Don't worry! Finished! We're done with everything! ”

The excited teenager was stunned. Reaching out to cover his hot cheeks, he hung his head hatefully.

The elder turned to the Qingyang Patriarch: "Big brother, what should we do?" Those people in Kunlun won't let us go. The Yang family and the Chu family will drive us to extermination, and second-rate sects like the Fuyun Sect that want to die will also come to participate! At present, all the mountain passes are fortified. Where else can we go now? Big brother, you have to think of a way! ”

The patriarch glanced at him, his gaze like a layer of mist, obscure.

The elder was about to go crazy: "Big brother, you have an idea!" ”

The patriarch turned his head and asked the young man, "Those sect masters are all in Nanhu, right?" ”

"Yes."

"The nearest mountain pass is the one in the Bluestone Valley?"

"It seems to be ......"

The patriarch stood up, seemed to be smiling, looked at the elder again, and said to the young man, "Just now he slapped you for no reason, are you angry?" ”

The elder was stunned, and the other elders looked at each other.

The young man's eyes rolled: "Patriarch ......"

The patriarch raised his eyebrows, and suddenly shouted in a deep voice: "Someone! Take off Qingyang Peak's robe, set up the Nine Delusion Heart Array, and order him to go to Qingshi Valley, be sure to attract the attention of those people! ”

Qingyang Feng was in disbelief: "Big brother! ”

The patriarch raised his hand and took off his robe and handed it to the young man: "Put it on him." ”

The young man's eyes were bright and sharp, and he turned to the elder and smiled respectfully: "Elder." ”

"Big brother! What do you mean? Do you want me to die for you? ”

Several people stepped forward and grabbed him by the arm.

"Second brother and fourth brother! Are you dead? Why don't you speak for me! Let me go! Eldest brother! Eldest brother! Have you forgotten what your father and mother said before they were killed? We're brothers......"

Behind his hands, the Qingyang patriarch looked up at the secluded mountain wall without light, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Until something big happens, any despicable deeds are nothing.

The catastrophe is gone, and there are others.

The war ghost is gone, and there are others.

But when he's gone, there's nothing.

When he ascends to the heights and shouts, sees the common people surrender, and looks at the world, the history books will sing praises to him, which is the success and defeat of the king.

The Qingyang Wu Clan must be led by him to regain its glory, no one can do it, only him Qingyang Lin.

The ice and snow spread for thousands of miles, the waves were magnificent, and the frightened cranes flew out of Kunlun, passed through the rolling clouds, and turned into a little halo of light ink and light color in the sky.

Some wept bitterly, some laughed, some were busy comforting the suzerain who had suffered heavy losses, and some bothered to curry favor with the high-ranking nobles.

Hua Tang lowered her head and stepped forward, and the wind on the edge of the cliff blew her sad voice to pieces: "Madam, the body has been found." ”

"Complete?"

"Complete."

The woman's eyes were full of compassion, and she said lightly: "Since it is complete, it can be buried thickly." ”

"Young master, he ...... Why don't you go and take a look. ”

"No need."

"Yes."

The woman looked at the vast world, was silent for a while, and said slowly: "On September 11, the twenty-fifth year of Chongyan, Tian Chujiu, the second young lady of the Yang family, was enjoying the autumn in the southern suburbs of the capital, and drowned in order to save the child who accidentally fell into the eyebrows, at the age of twenty-two. After a pause, "I have left no heirs." ”

Hua Tang's eyes were red, and he nodded lightly: "Yes." ”

"Stand down, I want to be quiet."

The painting sleeve painting Qiao on the side lowered his eyes and turned away with the painting Tang.

The faint smoke was blown by the north wind, and it was a fire that burned ten miles away.

The lilac streamers fluttered high in the night breeze, and the woman's beautiful face was pale and waveless.

If she allowed her to hold on until the last moment, maybe not a single war ghost would be left, and maybe Cheng'er wouldn't be ...... But how could she bear to watch her being torn apart by the strong spirit lure.

She raised her head, her neck was elegant and slender, her eyebrows were frowning, her eyes were dark and clear, and she looked at the faint moon looming in the dark clouds.

Those ups and downs of joy, sorrow and joy will be taken away by the years and drowned in the rolling tide of history.

This is the sentiment of historians and onlookers.

And the heart-wrenching hatred of the authorities, the pain that goes to the bone, how to do it. (To be continued)

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