"The younger generation of the next generation, Gui Ah Lang, meet the predecessors of the God Destroyer!" Ah Lang finished speaking, and bowed.

"Young man, don't be polite, if you have something to say, just say it, after hundreds of millions of years of attrition, the deity divine thought can't support it for long!"

"Predecessors, now the four major dynasties of the secular realm of the Haoyan Continent have been secretly manipulated by the scheming and ill-intentioned Xiaoxiao people, intending to subvert the regime of the four major dynasties, causing hundreds of billions of Li people to suffer and fall into it. It is even more embarrassed to collude with monsters, which has caused many casualties among the people of Li, the death of the father and the son, and the white-haired people send the black-haired people. Waiting for the opportunity to steal the four hidden divine beads in the four major dynasties, and then find the "Heavenly Dao Pearl" to achieve its ulterior secret. I also hope that the seniors will finish reading it, bow to the ground, and don't get up for a long time.

"Hahaha...... Young man, you have compassion in your heart, and you don't forget your original intention! The people of the future generations will have their own descendants to deal with, and you can take on the responsibility of this matter!" Shen Nian laughed.

"Senior, the kid just has this mind, but he doesn't have that strength! The traitors and evil people are too powerful and powerful, and the kid is lonely and unable to return to the sky!" Ah Lang said with a bitter face.

"Boy, how can you see the rainbow without experiencing wind and rain, the flowers in the greenhouse will never be able to withstand the brilliance of foreign objects. It is already extremely rare for you to be able to have such cultivation at such a young age! As long as you are diligent in cultivation and practice more, your future is limitless, and perhaps you will see the true body of the Buddha-figure one day! All the Buddha-figures here have been gifted to you, and as long as you achieve cultivation, you can naturally use all the treasures here!" Shen Nian said in a deep voice.

"Senior, what kind of cultivation does that kid have to go to before he can use all the treasures here?" Ah Lang hurriedly arched his hand.

"The Buddha-figure just told you that you can't understand and understand it now, and it will only increase your troubles and sorrows. Remember, as long as you practice diligently, you will one day fulfill your wishes and ideals. Shen thought slowly.

"The kid remembers the good words of his predecessors, and he will definitely work hard. Ah Lang hurriedly bowed and said.

"Okay, if it's okay, the deity is leaving, and the deity is really tired of staying here for hundreds of millions of years. ”

After Ah Lang heard this, he hesitated slightly, and then said: "Senior, the kid was fortunate enough to meet the predecessor of the "God of Killing", she ...... She's gone after you left here!"

"What did you say?" The hall shook violently as the divine words spoke.

Ah Lang then told the story of meeting the "God of Killing" and told the "God of Extermination" in detail.

Shen Nian was silent for a long time, and he didn't say a word.

"Boy, she'...... The "Temple of Slaughter" she gave you can ...... Can you show the deity?" said Shennian in a hoarse voice.

Ah Lang took off the "Temple of Slaughter" printed on his chest and placed it on the floor.

A gentle breeze blew, and a trace of extremely faint blurred phantom circled around the inch-sized "Killing God Temple" above the ground, constantly circling......

After a long time, the blurry phantom stopped, and the blurry shoulders twitched......

"You deserve to die! When besieging her, you have to pretend to be the deity, and you must have let the fake person, take advantage of her unpreparedness, sneak attack and inflict heavy damage on her, and then attack her in groups. Otherwise, with her cultivation, it would be no problem to kill the three or two of you. Pity her until she died, thinking that I did it to her. Killing...... I don't know about it, I didn't hurt you...... How could I do anything to you...... Wow......"

After the vague phantom whispered, he began to cry bitterly......

The "Temple of Extermination" immediately swayed non-stop, and the sky outside was even more cloudy, with lightning and thunder, torrential rain and strong winds, as if they were also crying, roaring, and wailing for the departed "God of Destruction......

Ah Lang stood aside with his fists clenched, his face sad, biting his lip tightly, and his body trembling......

Bing Lingjie, Qianyu, Fei'er, Meng'er, Qingqing, and the five of them stood quietly in the corner of the main hall, all with sad expressions and tears......

After a long time......

The blur phantom stops

cried, turned around and bowed deeply to Ah Lang, and said, "Thank you, little brother, for telling me about it!"

"Seniors don't want to be like this, this is what a kid should do. After Ah Lang finished speaking, he hurriedly bowed and returned the salute.

"Can the senior divine thoughts pass on what the kid said today to the true body of the deity?" Ah Lang said again.

"I was originally a divine thought, I have been staying here for hundreds of millions of years, and my exercises and cultivation are not as good as before, and I am about to dissipate, but I will do my best!"

Ah Lang also nodded and did not speak.

Then he blurred the phantom, squatted down, stared at the "Killing God Temple" for a long time, and muttered to himself......

The long street is long, the fireworks are numerous, you pick up the lights and look back, the shadows come to the pool, and the flowers fall into the skirt. The first acquaintance with you, like an old friend. The dawn and twilight are full of lovesickness.

Listen to the broken strings, break the three thousand obsessions. Falling flowers are annihilated, and the wind ripples are annihilated. If the flower is pitiful, it falls on whose fingertips.

Whoever responds to whom's catastrophe has become someone's obsession. When the dust settles and the lead is washed away, who has poured the world out of the world with his hands on her sleeves? And who has embraced the beautiful woman and walked side by side with her all over the world? Yuzhu once remembered the phoenix tour, no one was seen, and the water was empty.

Who wants to live a lonely life, who wants to live alone, if it is not for the depths of love and can't help themselves, how can they return to the soft intestines and turn cold and frost-free! But it is a silent year, and how many red faces have withered away from the empty grave of heroes. There is no new chapter in the memories of the past, and it is difficult to stay nostalgic for the old garden. It's like this, don't have more and less, it's better to meet nothing. Qinghuan Gong, Zimo and Hongchen meet; looking at the sky, who understands the prosperity of the eyes. The complexity of the world, the ugliness of human nature, the entanglement of love and hate, this life and the past life, but a dream, the dream is scattered, there is no reason to care, there is no more thought.

Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves. Those who have passed away will forever be recorded in history, but we live to look forward to their glory. The reincarnation of life, the miss of the world, that's all......

Listen to ancient songs, listen to emotions instead of listening to "sound", and the songs are not emotional, just because they have not reached the emotional place. Who is leaning on the Mingyue Tower alone? Who is sad in pipa language? Thinking like buttons, dipping sleeves, everyone in the world is annoyed by the pipa, who sighs and worries?

Gods, people, ghosts, demons, monsters, and demons! Where is the most unified belonging? But a group of red dust idiots, unpenetrating sorrow. People in the world sigh that it is difficult to find a bosom friend, but in fact, it is not a bosom friend that is difficult to find, but a calm and indifferent heart that is content with the world.

When is the beacon burning? Guanling's dream, hometown. Biluo up, yellow spring down. Thousands of mountains of snow, moonlight pour. Waiting for Yi, lovesickness. The tune of the cold clothes, a song, singing is not as good as it gets, and the intestines are soft. Is it the companionship of this life, or the regret of the next life? faded memories, dissipated fragrances. Life is intertwined with right and wrong, and in the end, it is just water without a trace. It's hard to give up, and the obsession in my heart is nothing more

Drink wine alone, a jar of drunken life and dreams of death, how to fight the lingering thoughts. Lonely and self-appreciative, sad and desolate everywhere, the night is not young, and the darkness is melancholy. In the past, it was Langyuan, the words were not endless, the words were light, and they couldn't be thrown away, and the cherry blossoms that bloomed were scars......

The candle placket shines in the evening, and the eyebrows are bent drunk. If there is an afterlife, I am willing to accumulate eternal love silk for Nong and crush the red lovesickness. The lights and stars, the voices are gone, the songs are not endless, the heads of traitors are not exhausted, there is only lovesickness in this life, I wish to meet again in the next life, if you have someone you like, I will wait and see quietly. If not, I will confide in you, no matter what the result is, I will not regret not being at the beginning, and I will be in love with you all day long......

The voice of the blurred phantom gradually became inaudible, and the figure slowly blurred, and a wisp of wind suddenly blew in the "Temple of Extermination", and the blurred phantom disappeared into the main hall......

Ah Lang knelt on the ground, looking at the void of the hall, and did not get up for a long time......

Bing Lingjie, Qianyu, Fei'er, Meng'er, Qingqing, and the five of them also knelt on the ground for a long time, looking at the endless void, and tears were like beads with broken threads, slowly falling to the ground along their cheeks......

Lovesickness, lovesickness, lovesickness white-headed, lovesickness crushes the heart, lovesickness annihilates the soul.

In the world, whether you are a worldly person or a monk, even if you are a god who is high up and admired by the world, you will not be able to escape the predicament of the word "love"! What about a traitorous person? How about a vicious person? As long as you are born as a human being, you will not be able to escape the silk net of "love."

Chop the constant love network, and the reason is still chaotic. There are thousands of thoughts, like spider webs, crisscrossed and horizontal, and wherever the eyes go, there is no place to start, no way to start.

Ah Lang looked at the sky above the empty hall stupidly, remembering the past in his previous life, thinking about everything that happened to him in this life. Thinking of the master he had never met, thinking of the Mo Wuyan who now didn't know where he was, quietly parting, his body gradually lit up from the inside to the outside, and the faint light gradually lit up, first extremely faint, like a candlelight, when the breeze blows, it will be extinguished at any time......

Suddenly burst into a dazzling, eye-catching holy white light, in which there was a faint light of colorful thunder and lightning, shuttling and wandering, Ah Lang's body disappeared into the "Temple of Annihilation......

Bing Lingjie, Qianyu, Fei'er, Meng'er, Qingqing, and the five of them were surprised, hurriedly stood up, opened the door of the main hall, and ran out, and suddenly everyone stopped outside the hall, looking up at the void of the dark night......

In the dark night void of the "Temple of Annihilation", there is neither a full moon nor stars, but only an endless night like ink......

A ball like a grain of rice, in the void of the dark night, but emitted a dazzling glittering light, suddenly the small ball burst, countless dazzling lights, turned into endless stars, all over the void of the dark night, so that the night of the "Temple of Annihilation" is no longer dull and lifeless......

The women were dumbfounded, dumbfounded, and speechless.

Ah Lang didn't know when, he had already stood with his hands behind his back, stopped in the starry night sky, and looked up at the bright stars......

Ah Lang raised his left hand, pointed like a sword, and pointed at the dark night void in front of him, and a wisp of colorful light mixed with pale white lightning burst out. It wasn't until the depths of the sky that it slowly stopped, and then it kept circling, faster and faster......

A full moon hangs high in the night sky, adding a romantic touch to the endless stars. The full moon is pale white as a whole, and with the passage of time, there are red, orange, red, green, cyan, blue, and purple, and the seven colors are constantly changing, and the seven colors of the earth are combined into one, turning into a bright moon of a new color, which shines brightly but not dazzling in the void at night......

The women were obsessed with watching the scenes in front of them one by one, and they were so forgetful that they were out of the way......

"How is it, wives, Lang Ye's hand is beautiful! Looking at the demented looks of your sisters, I know that you have been deeply impressed by Lang Ye, your eyes are full of reverent little stars, and your heart is even more worshipful to your husband, right?" Ah Lang appeared in front of the women, shaking his head, his mouth was sassing, and he couldn't stop ......

"Ah Lang, why are you so annoying, our sisters are watching this beautiful night sky, what are you talking nonsense here!" Qingqing looked at Ah Lang in disgust.

"The little one disturbed the elegance of Princess Qingqing's moon appreciation, so I apologize to you!" Ah Lang finished speaking, appeared in front of Qingqing's eyes, hugged her neck, and pressed her head down fiercely......

"Sisters, fight this big silver thief, he's bullying Sister Qingqing!" Meng'er roared, and then pounced on Ah Lang, Bing Lingjie, Qianyu, and Fei'er, and the three of them also laughed and surrounded Ah Lang and made trouble......

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Ah Lang looked at Bing Lingjie, Qianyu, Fei'er, Meng'er, Qingqing, and the five of them who were sleeping soundly beside him, looking up at the picturesque night sky, his heart was surging, and his thoughts were ups and downs......

Perhaps, all encounters in the world are not accidents, they are the grievances of the previous life, the cause and effect of reunions after a long absence, the ups and downs of perseverance in the river of reincarnation, and the compassionate thought on the stone of ten thousand lives.

The world is swaying, like flowers on the branches, and it disappears into the forest garden in an instant. Time, like a trickle, spreads over the years, and there is no return. Who is silent, sighing lightly about the rotation of the sun and the moon. Who smiles, fades this like a flowing year.

If the time is not separated, it turns into a sad dream.

Flowers bloom and bloom all over the sky, whose light call, in the depths of the flowers, pain countless days and nights of waiting? Whose mind, in the low melody and autumn water to grow together? Those memories that are blown away by the wind, do not speak of loneliness, do not tell of death!

A thick mist gradually rose in Ah Lang's eyes, blurring the pupils in his eyes, and it did not dissipate for a long time......