Tang San's fingers were trembling, but he didn't look back.

Ling Xue looked at all this in a daze, she didn't know what it all meant, but as her father's plan began, she knew what Tang San was carrying, and what the guardians of the Holy Mountain were also carrying.

She was proud of Tang San's choice, but she couldn't help but want to scold Tang San, why couldn't they be born together, they had to be born in different forces, and they were destined to be hostile.

And because of her understanding, she admires such great people as Tang San and the three generations, because of their sacrifices, she has saved countless sentient beings, but as a woman, a woman who likes Tang San, she can hardly accept the person she loves no matter what, and from then on, she gave up her life for the sake of her ideals by serving God and her ideals.

But what can be done? In this era, there are tragedies happening all the time, these tragedies, there will always be reincarnation, maybe there is a woman like her, who once had the same mood as her, but she can only watch the three generations forget their names and become three generations.

Even if Tang San is gone, there will be another person who walks in front of the fragment that blooms with colorful light, imprints his name, and forgets his surname from then on, living up to heaven and earth, living up to the common people, but losing this life and her.

Thinking of this, Ling Xue's tears couldn't help but fall.

Looking at Tang San, who did not regret it, Ling Xue shed tears, but she made a decision in her heart, turned her eyes, looked at the three generations of holy masters, and bowed gently.

"Holy Lord, I want to be a mountain guard, is that okay?"

The three generations of holy lords sighed.

"Do you say that you have no clothes, and you are with the Son? If you wish, stay on the holy mountain. ”

Ling Xue nodded, stopped talking, and slowly walked towards the team of mountain guards.

"Rebel girl, come back!"

The head of the thousand families wanted to catch Ling Xue, and at this time, a dazzling divine light came, and the head of the thousand families paused, and looked at the divine light, it was the three generations of holy masters!

"Okay, I hope you can be so arrogant later!"

After hesitating, he withdrew his palm, after all, the head of the thousand families did not attack on the spot, he was also present in the big battle that year, and knew that the people who besieged the three generations were actually not only four, but five, each of whom was a first-class master within a radius of 100 miles, but that's it, still one person died in that battle, and four people were seriously injured, although they were sure that the other party was more seriously injured, but half a year has passed, and everyone's injuries are almost healed, but no one dares to bet on whether the other party can leave with a person.

It is said that the tiger is still dead, not to mention that the people are not dead.

Ling Xue walked among the mountain guards at this time, quietly looked at Tang San's back, did not speak, Ying Ying bowed, and did not raise her head for a long time.

She knew that when she raised her head, the person she liked still made the choice he wanted to make after all, and lived up to the common people, only the Qing.

When Tang San grabbed the fragment and inserted it into his chest, bright red blood flowed out of his chest.

In an instant, the divine light surged, breaking through the sky, standing tall on the holy mountain, making the heavens and the earth dim, and Tang San snorted in pain.

As if he was carrying something extremely heavy, Tang San's body became rickety, and his high-spirited age was like an old dog at this moment, making people look inexplicably sad, and the guardians of the holy mountain shouted up.

"How can you say that you have no clothes, and you are with the Son?"

Then a group of people slowly bowed down.

Boom Boom!

The fragments of the Godhead instantly buzzed, and the brilliant divine light swam away like a dragon, from Tang San's body, washing his bones and blood meridians, Tang San's whole person became spasmodic, and a little blood spilled out on his body, and by the time the divine light fell silent and returned to the fragments of the Godhead, Tang San had already lost a lot of weight.

But the whole person has an extremely strong domineering spirit, like a sharp sword, rising abruptly and pointing straight to the sky.

His gaze became deep, Tang San slowly turned around, his gaze was like a sword, without too many emotional fluctuations, he looked at the three generations, and gently chwed his head, looked at the many mountain guards, and gently chwed his head.

In the end, his gaze fell on Ling Xue, and a trace of pity and sadness flashed in Tang San's eyes, but he didn't say anything, turned a blind eye, and slowly stretched out his hand.

"How can you say that you have no clothes, and you are with the Son! Welcome to the four generations of Holy Lords! ”

All the mountain guards shouted and bowed down to Tang San again. Ling Xue was standing among those mountain guards, this time, she didn't bow down, just looked at Tang San quietly, and the phrase "no clothes, with the same robe" echoed in her ears.

Qi Xue couldn't help but feel sad in her heart, and then slowly bowed down, since you can't be together, then stay in this holy mountain, be a mountain guard, keep this mountain, keep this god, and keep the people on this mountain, keep the name in your heart, and keep the unreachable fate.

It turns out that the saddest thing in the world is not that I am in the door, but that you are outside the door.

It turns out that the saddest thing in the world is that I am standing in front of you, but you don't know that I love you.

It turns out that the saddest thing in the world is that I am standing here and you are here. You love me, I love you, but we can never be together.