Where Hongyuan remembered it, there was a corpse.

For several years, Hongyuan Yi found out the hiding place of the demon monks at all costs and killed them all.

She didn't dare to go back, and she didn't know how to face the fact that Hong Nian had died tragically. Only in the midst of the killing, Hongyuan can paralyze himself and make his soul feel a little better.

All the demon cultivators in the world have been cleansed by Hongyuanyi, and there is no one to kill. Hongyuan recalled, confused.

Amitabha.

Suddenly, a man appeared.

No empty monk.

To be precise, he is Mr. Eight of the Floating Tomb.

Hong Yuanyi nodded and saluted, quietly looking at the empty monk, silent.

Donor, the cycle of cause and effect, let's stop here!

The monk Wukong was worried that Hongyuan's memory would be damaged, so he came to stop it. Demon Xiu has been killed by Hongyuanyi, and if Hongyuanyi still can't wake up, I'm afraid it will make a big mistake.

Me, what should I do?

Hong Yuanyi regards Hong Nian as a nephew and has been pampered since childhood. She hated why she didn't accompany Hong Nian to the Shaoqing Emperor Clan in the first place, if she had gone by herself, then nothing would have happened.

Therefore, Hong Yuanyi blamed herself deeply in her heart, if it weren't for her own reasons, then Hong Nian would not have died tragically.

Donor, some things are already doomed. The poor monk knows that it is difficult for you to accept, but some things will happen tomorrow even if they don't happen today.

The Wukong monk only knew that Gu Hengsheng had put down everything and entered the Red Dust Dao to cultivate, and he didn't know how much it was. However, even if the monk knew about it, he would not intervene.

Do you mean that Nian'er should have died?

Hong Yuanyi's aura was a little violent, and it seemed that she was still haunted by Hong Nian's death and could not let go.

That's not what the poor monk meant. The monk shook his head and said: Everything has a fate, maybe this is his fate. Even if we intervene, it will happen in the future.

Hehe. Hong Yuanyi sneered, if it weren't for the identity of the monk in the void, she would probably have done it.

Donor, please mourn.

The monk sighed lightly, and a Buddha light suddenly fell to the center of Hongyuanyi's eyebrows.

Hongyuanyi didn't have too much vigilance against the Wukong monk, and the Wukong monk's deep understanding of Buddhism was so deep that he easily lit out a Buddha light to dispel the nightmare in Hongyuanyi's heart.

After a long time, Hong Yuanyi opened his eyes, and bowed to the monk in a complicated mood: Thank you, master.

If it weren't for the empty monk to stop it, maybe Hongyuan Memories would have embarked on an endless path of killing, or even fallen into the path of demons.

The monk clasped his hands together: Amitabha.

Since then, the dragon carp clan has become extremely dull, from the upper echelons to the younger generation, and the mood is extremely low.

Grandpa Turtle was seriously injured, and after the all-out rescue of the high-level of the Dragon Carp Clan, his life was finally saved. Grandpa Turtle often muttered: Why didn't I die and let a child suffer this pain.

The bloody clothes were brought back by Hongyuanyi, and finally a mound was built for Hongnian. Sometimes Hongyuan is tired and tired, so he comes to the place where Hongnian is clothed and softly speaks the words in his heart.

Externally, Hongyuanyi became more and more cold, and even the people in the clan couldn't see Hongyuanyi's smile.

The generation of demons, after this slaughter of Hongyuan Memory, has become a history. Even if there were some demon monks who were lucky enough to escape, they didn't dare to show their faces again, and even abandoned their cultivation and practiced again.

Time will wash away everything, and the dragon carp clan will gradually regain their vitality, not as dull as it was at the beginning. It's just that the patriarch Hongyuanyi hides things in his heart and doesn't tell anyone.

Somewhere in the world, an ordinary family gave birth to a big fat boy, beaming with joy.

In this life, he did not embark on cultivation, and his family lived in harmony.

When he became an adult, his family wanted to find him a family affair. Only, he refused.

For the sake of getting married, his parents quarreled with him for a long time. In the end, his parents couldn't help him, so they had to let him go by himself.

Thirty years later, my parents died.

In a small wooden house, he was the only one who lived. He runs around every day to make a living, and although his life is lonely, he is also quite leisurely.

Old grandson, you're almost fifty years old, don't you really plan to find a wife?

Someone was calling him, quipped.

Be at ease alone, looking for a wife.

He replied.

Sometimes a person is very tired, the house is empty, and the idea of finding someone to accompany me is moved. However, he always felt that he did not have the need for this, and immediately dismissed this idea.

At the beginning, the old grandson was a big celebrity in our neighborhood, and he was handsome, and many little girls fell in love with him. Now that I'm old, I'm afraid I really have to die alone!

Many people are talking about him, some are emotional, and some think he is stupid.

After another few decades, the old grandson could no longer walk, with gray hair and a wrinkled face. He knew that his limit was approaching, and he was afraid that he would have to leave this world.

I'm presbyopia! It was as if I saw a sword dangling in front of my eyes.

He shook his head vaguely and laughed to himself.

Sometimes he thinks that if he had a wife, he should be able to pour him a glass of water and cook a meal.

When people get older, they think about more things.

With all his strength, he stumbled into the courtyard and sat down in a rocking chair.

Gradually, he looked at the wide sky and closed his eyes.

Before he died, he saw the picture of his life from childhood to adulthood, with warmth, tribulation, and pain. At the last moment, it was as if he saw a sword, blurred.

He felt as if the sword was himself, trying to overturn the sky and level the land.

With this absurd thought, he died.

Spring goes to autumn, flowers fall and bloom.

The fourth life has passed, and it is as plain as water, but it makes up for the deepest regret in Gu Hengsheng's heart. In fact, if there is a choice, Gu Hengsheng would rather be an ordinary person, not have to worry about the world, and only need to run around for a living every day.

Only after going through many hardships and washing away the lead can he find the direction of the way forward in the vast red dust and see the origin of the eternal extreme.

After so many years, the world regards the Floating Emperor as a past tense, and occasionally sighs a few words, and there is no longer the awe of the year.

The era of the Floating Emperor has passed.

For the world, life goes on, and the withering of a myth means that a new myth is about to emerge.

The emperor crossed the catastrophe and made a huge noise.

The world's strongest are all watching.