In this battle, there were countless casualties, and there were deaths in all star fields.

In the major holy land sects, there are also strong people who have fallen and contributed their own strength.

However, if you talk about the biggest loss and the most pay, there is no one more than the floating tomb.

From Mo Yibai, the master of the floating tomb, to all the disciples under the door, they all lost their lives because of this.

"The emperors were annihilated in this battle, and the Floating Tomb Gentlemen...... All have fallen. ”

There are Sendai powerhouses who tell everything they know one by one, shaking the world.

"In order to suppress that one, everyone in the Floating Tomb died in battle."

There are also strong men looking into the depths of the universe and lamenting with pity.

If there were no emperors and floating tombs, the living beings of the great world would definitely not be able to survive, and everything would return to chaos.

"Mr. Nine, are you dead?"

People who knew Gu Hengsheng were all stunned, and their eyes were red.

In the land of a hundred countries, the Gu family was silent, and they heard the words of a certain great power, which meant that this catastrophe had survived, but those strong people who had fought bloodily were also killed one by one.

"Hang Seng ......" Old Man Gu suddenly aged for decades, full of white hair, and muttered to himself as he fell to the ground: "No, you promised me to go home alive, you kid can't deceive me." ”

"Brother!"

Gu Qingyan and Gu Kong burst into tears and shouted at the endless distance.

In all directions of the sky, the calls of Gu Qingyan and Gu Kong echoed, but no one responded to them, desolate and sad.

"Stinky boy, you are the pride of my Gu family, the second uncle believes that you will come back, and the second uncle is waiting for you to come back at home."

Gu Youmo, a burly man, couldn't help crying, and said hoarsely in a trembling voice.

Looking back on the past, when Gu Hengsheng was young, he rode one person and one horse, and killed him in blood on the frontier, proving that he was not a gentleman in the eyes of the world, but a Tianjiao with the demeanor of a general.

"I am the Gu family, Gu Hengsheng!"

That sentence seemed to sound in the Gu family, in the land of a hundred countries, resounding through the sky, to the depths of the starry sky.

"One day, I will let the Gu family's flag flutter at the highest place of the hundred countries, so that my Gu family will last forever!"

In front of the second uncle Gu Wumo's eyes, a young man appeared, and the young man was unashamed to shout domineeringly on the field.

Looking back on the past, Gu Youmo muttered sourly: "It turns out that my Gu family has already stood at the peak of the land of a hundred countries, even in that great world, no one dares to provoke it. ”

The stinky boy who messed with trouble all the time and wiped his ass turned out to have gone so far.

If you have a choice, how I hope you don't be so wicked and live in peace and stability in the land of a hundred countries, it's enough.

When Aunt Mo Miaoling heard the news of Gu Hengsheng's death, she almost fainted unsteadily, and fell directly into Gu Youmo's arms, with pear blossoms and rain.

Dashi Beizhou, in a quiet courtyard.

The cold wind blew on the long skirt of a girl in the courtyard, swaying and dancing softly.

There was a sad look on her pale cheeks, and her lips trembled slightly, unwilling to accept this fact.

"Childe, you have always been auspicious, you will be fine, right!"

She muttered to herself, her voice getting quieter and quieter, and two lines of tears slowly slipped down unconsciously.

"I thought that in this great world, I could meet Childe and play a song for the Gong.

It's just that there is still this opportunity for fumigation? ”

She is famous, and she once had a relationship with Gu Hengsheng in the land of a hundred countries.

"Today, I am willing to play a song for my son, hoping to reach my son's ears."

Cheng Xunran took out his guqin, sat cross-legged on the ground, and slowly put his fingers on the strings.

Bite! Gently plucking the strings, the sound of the strings fell like rain on Cheng Xunran's heart, making it difficult for her to hide the sadness on her face.

Suddenly, the strings vibrated and emitted wisps of wonderful sound.

As soon as the piano sounded, the memories came flooding back.

The events of that year can only be buried in the bottom of my heart.

Every time in the dead of night, she would think of the figure of the young man in white more than a hundred years ago, hook her lips and chuckle, and then fall asleep alone.

She would not mention the events of the year to anyone, because she knew very well in her heart that the young man in white who was close at hand back then had already stood on the top of the clouds, out of reach.

Cheng Furan's plain hand gently stroked the strings, and unconsciously, his red lips outlined an ancient painting of the prosperous era, and there were a few crystal teardrops at the corners of his mouth, which was pitiful and enough to turn everyone upside down.

"I hope Gu Gongzi can hear the sound of the piano."

She raised her chin and looked up at the stars, muttering.

……… Dashi Zhongzhou, the sea area of the dragon carp tribe.

There was a woman standing barefoot on the surface of the sea, her long hair fluttering, unstained with red dust.

"Are you dead in battle?"

She looked into the depths of the universe, a mist forming out of the corners of her eyes, and her lips pursed.

"Whether you hate the Heavenly Sword Immortal or Mr. Nine of the Floating Tomb, you are not a person who dies so easily.

I believe that one day in the future, you will definitely come back, you will definitely ......" "Don't forget, you promised me to help me survive the catastrophe of blood atavism.

As Mr. Floating Tomb Nine, you can't say it without believing it. ”

She is the little princess of the dragon carp clan, Hongyuan memories.

Although she has the qualifications of the Great Emperor, her cultivation is only in the realm of the Great Dao, and she is not qualified to participate in this battle at all, so she can only stay in the clan and watch and pray.

The war was over, but too many people had been lost.

In the past, all the world-famous powerhouses were buried in the starry sky, and even their bones were gone.

"The next time we meet, we must drink hard!"

Somewhere in Zhongzhou, a man with a sword on his back looked at the top of the starry sky and muttered.

Dugu Yan witnessed the battle of the emperors, and also saw the tragic situation of Gu Hengsheng's bloody starry sky.

He clenched his fists, hating that his current strength was too weak after all, and he was not even qualified to participate in the war.

The world says that everyone in the Floating Tomb died in the starry sky, and Dugu didn't believe it.

"Your life is so big, even God can't take it away, and this time there will definitely be no accident."

Dugu Yan believes that Gu Hengsheng must still be alive and will definitely appear in front of the eyes of the world again.

"Emperor Fulong, Emperor Qing, Emperor You, all died in battle."

"Mr. Floating Tomb, he sealed that one in the depths of the universe with earth-shattering power, but he also sacrificed."

"Emperor Nangong, are you also buried in the starry sky?

The price of this battle is too great, and countless strong people have died for this battle. ”

"The Lord of the Floating Tomb sacrificed his own Dao Fruit, and only then did he suppress that one.

The righteousness of the tomb owner should be remembered by all the heavenly beings and immortal. ”

Some people in the world are excited and happy, some look at the sky and sigh, and some continue to calculate for the sake of profit.

In short, this time the Heavenly Tribulation finally survived.

The world calls this battle the Battle of the Emperor's Fall!