Chapter Two Thousand and Sixty-Four: Chasing the Past with a Smile When We Meet, I Don't See a Thousand Years of Tears Like Traces (Two Hundred and Eighty-Four)
Xie Juntian changed color awe, as one of the few people who had ever comprehended the Demon Venerable's supernatural powers, Xie Juntian knew the strength of the Demon Venerable, even if the Demon Venerable was hit by the Pingyu Heavenly God, Xie Juntian did not expect the result to be so serious.
Xiao Li exclaimed, "Demon Lordβ"
The years in the Demon Realm have given Xiao Li an unprecedented understanding of the Demon Venerable, and his admiration and affection for him have also been unprecedentedly improved, and at this moment, the Demon Venerable has been injured, and Xiao Li and all the remaining demons are undoubtedly the saddest.
And what Pingyu Tianshen just said also clearly came into everyone's ears, when he hit the Demon Venerable with one blow, but said the words of giving up the position of the protagonist for Emperor Qinghuan, so what kind of horror is the divine power that Emperor Qinghuan is about to operate......
No one can predict it, and no one thinks about this question anymore, Xie Juntian's eyes showed sadness that he had never felt before, he turned around and held Xiao Li's hand tightly, and the light of the Xuanhuang Ancient Sword flowed in his fingertips, as if he was whispering about the grievances of thousands of generations.
"Perhaps, we have really come to an end......" Xie Juntian's smile was still bright, even though there was endless sadness hidden in it, but the smile presented in front of Xiao Li was still so warm.
"Is it going to be over...... Xiao Li muttered, "Will that person still appear......
"He will definitely appear, but even if he appears, it is impossible to change the situation, because the Demon Venerable is the real limit of the Three Realms, and the moment the Demon Venerable falls, the Three Realms will truly collapse. β
Xiao Li smiled sadly, yes, even the Demon Venerable can't be the opponent of the God of War, even if Xiao Yu really arrives, what can he change?
Before he could think of it, he suddenly lost all his senses, as if everything had disappeared, and when the light appeared in front of him again, Xiao Li clearly saw that the divine light of the gods of the Three Realms had been completely annihilated, showing an unprecedented gloom.
"Hmph-"
Weiyang snorted softly, and the cyan blood slid down the corners of his lips, and the divine light that originally flickered in the center of his eyebrows also lost all its brilliance.
"Princess!"
The master of the Jing clan was sad and indignant, everyone had seen it and even accepted their fate, but when they saw that Weiyang was severely injured by this, everyone felt extremely uncomfortable. If they sacrifice their own lives, they can protect Weiyang on this, and they will never regret it even if they die, but they can't do it, and they are still being protected by Weiyang.
Xiao Li was also hit hard, but Xie Juntian had borne a large part of her divine power for her, so her state was still better than others. Seeing that the sword light in Xie Juntian's eyebrows was dim, and Weiyang also lost his brilliance, Xiao was in endless pain, and persevered to this step, only to find that everything was still just a dream, just like a drop of dew, as long as it was light, it would be shattered.
She held Xie Juntian's hand tightly, and when the final judgment of fate came, she hoped that she could still stand with a smile, her eyes swept over the light and shadow, as if she had seen a long time ago, when she first met Xie Juntian. What a lonely soul it was, meeting another lonely god, and when his gaze was engraved in the depths of his soul, it could never be erased.
At that time, Xiao Li thought that even if it took a lifetime, she would understand the loneliness of that person and let their souls hug each other tightly.
At this moment, she finally did it, even though she had come to the end of her fate, but she and his soul were hugged together like never before.
Life is like this, maybe it's enough.
She raised her head and saw that in the depths of the cloudy sky, the divine light condensed by Di Qinghuan's fingertips was so bright and beautiful, and in that divine light, it seemed to contain the deepest avenue of the universe.
Maybe from their point of view, the result of all this is tragic, but maybe standing on a higher height, the final result is just a harmonious beauty. Their existence is light in the Three Realms, but in the universe, it may be just dust. Perhaps when they exist in the form of life, they do not show their true value, but when they are all gone, they will release their light in another form.
Who knows what the truth is...... Xiao Li just thought that if everything ended here, maybe the result would not be so bad.
As soon as he thought about it, in the depths of the vast Divine Sea, a voice suddenly sounded, "In your opinion, is this the final result-"
This voice came so abruptly, but so usually, as if fate had already sealed, but his appearance always seemed so out of place, she had already accepted the final result, but at this time, in the beautiful and harmonious light and shadow, he presented a new picture.
Xiao Li wanted to scold people very much, she believed that many people also wanted to curse, such a fate that was almost designed made her feel the trick of fate.
Therefore, although in the depths of her soul, there was an extremely faint streamer rising, Xiao Li's gaze was almost dull and numb, if the result was inevitable after all, she didn't want to be at the mercy of others.
Her gaze passed through the long sea of clouds, and saw that between the clouds and the sky, the dark shadow of the god stood quietly, her right hand was clenched in vain, and the nine-colored divine light suddenly turned into a thousand colors.
This nine-colored divine light is so familiar, as if even after hundreds of millions of years, it will still bloom with such a bright light, startling the power of the sky, and cutting off all the beautiful divine light at the fingertips of Emperor Qinghuan.
Xiao Li's pupils shook suddenly, and the original sluggishness seemed to be completely annihilated in an instant, replaced by unprecedented clarity, no matter how much she blamed all this for the abruptness, when the real hope appeared in front of her, she would still make a new choice.
No matter what despair has been faced, no matter how much they have given up, as long as hope is presented again, no matter how slim, who will give up easily.
What's more, the hope presented at this moment is so powerful.
The gentle wind rose quietly, slowly flowing in the divine body, if in the face of everything that happened just now, Xiao Li still maintained some kind of peace, then when this wisp of wind rose, Xiao Li's tears could no longer hold back, "Ling Yue......"
"It's me!"
Feng Lingyue's hands gently helped her up, and in her peerless face, there was the gentlest smile in the world, and there were tears like clear dew, "Li'er, I'm here." β
The endless waves in his heart seemed to be surging, Xiao Li's tears fell like rain, and he used all his life's strength to hug Feng Lingyue tightly, "You are finally here." β
Feng Lingyue's tears were also endless, "Yes, I'm finally here, I'm too late, I'm sorry." Butβ"
In Feng Lingyue's soft voice, there was undeniable firmness, "Since we have come, we will never leave." β