Under the abyss, screams repeatedly.

The rainforest rains are always so irregular that there is not even a hint of warning.

The rain mixed with dirt poured into the abyss, and the cries gradually came.

The Fire Demon Emperor crawled out of it with a pale face, as if he had seen some incredible scene, trembling all over, and fled directly without looking back.

Only faintly, the sound of chewing can be heard below.

"I light the way to darkness,

So, I became darkness.

Some people's way is choice, and some people's way is punishment,

Light is hypocritical, so I chose darkness.

The darkness is high, the despair is deep, the flames are outside, and death is in its arms.

Why do you have to hold on any longer, if you are tired, stop. ”

There was a murmur from the depths of the corpse abyss, and in the wind and rain, the old man who was standing on the top of the tree, carrying the sword box on his back, gradually closed his eyes, raised his head to face the cold rain in the air: "I can't stop." ”

The sword light flickered, and a corpse fell, and there was a thunderous explosion, but the figure of the old man was no longer seen.

On this day, it rained blood in the entire demon domain, and the demons wept sadly.

There is the fall of the Demon Emperor.

…………

Song Ren was originally appreciating the poems with everyone, but suddenly there was a horn in the sky, which was faint at first, until it became louder and louder.

Walking outside, many people looked up.

Above the sky, as if there was a mirage, there were illusory mountains and rivers, and there were even more living beings in them.

Song Ren watched all this blankly, until, the illusory picture, like mirror glass, began to fall, the mountains collapsed, and the living beings fled, slowly shattering.

A sense of sadness suddenly permeated everyone's hearts, and Xia Zhilan and the others who came out with them had red eyes.

Song Ren didn't know what was going on, and the next moment, when those pictures continued to shatter and turn into a little bit of crystalline light, an illusory old man dressed in coarse linen slowly appeared in everyone's eyes.

The old man's eyes were blank, exuding an old breath, slowly clearing, looking at everything on the mainland, and finally smiled calmly, turning into a muttering voice like a self-mutter.

"Don't be sad for me, don't feel sorry for me, I just chose my own path, it turns out it's true, goodbye, my people-" The old man smiled kindly, then slowly raised his head, slowly dissipating.

These points of light accompanied the collapse of the secret realm behind, and slowly turned into a scene again, the young old man from birth, to the school, the first time to write potential, to be beaten and cry, to get married and have children, the first boutique, the joy of heaven and earth......

There are more and more pictures, and the speed is getting more and more, showing his life to the extreme.

Until the last moment, the picture came abruptly, as if all energy had been lost, and the last subtitles gradually appeared between heaven and earth.

The author of the emperor is [Shen Yan], whose real name is [Gu Ruochen].

Seven excellent books: "Chaotianque", "Pointed by the Blade", "Feather Falling and Startling Cicada......

Liufang three books: "The Legend of Jiuli", "Ten Directions", "Xingluo".

Three books of the century: "Taishang", "Bloody Clothes Hou", "Immortal".

There are two books of saints: "Cutting the Star" and "Drawing the Knife".

Diwen I: "Heavenly Craft".

These words represent the life achievements of the author of the pen name [Shen Yan], his indelible glory, and all his contributions to the human race.

The sound of the bull's horn sounded again and farther away, and the dazzling font began to slowly turn gray until it turned into a starry spot, like a firefly in the night sky, flying to the sky and dissipating the sky.

A generation of emperor author Gu Ruochen, died!

In the Nine Kings City, Wu Huang knelt on one knee, and his voice was like thunder: "Wu Huang, send off the seniors." ”

Eight Kings City ......

City of the Seven Kings......

In Kyoto, Xia Ying watched the secret realm opened up by this emperor author collapse, the wail of the Heavenly Dao, and slowly closed his eyes: "You should still have a Jiazi lifespan." ”

In the chaotic sea of gods, Nanhuangtong burst into tears, prostrate on the ground, and wept bitterly: "Student, say goodbye to the teacher——"

In Ping'an City, Song Rentou was originally cleaning his son's room, but he suddenly covered his head, looking extremely painful, and there were black runes flashing on his forehead.

He rolled all over the place, and the breath of a cultivator was released from his body, and the last mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fainted.

Author certification guild, Zhong Jingshan looked at the scene in the sky, and let out a long sigh, this is the first time.

In the rear, the other two vice presidents, Tang Yuan and Ge Yi, rushed over with flushed faces: "Old Zhong, I have discovered the breath of the president." ”

"What, the president has been out of touch for decades, where?"

"It's broken, just for a moment."

"Okay, okay, that's the best news, I thought he was ......"

…………

A sad feeling permeated everyone's hearts, and some people began to bow down and say goodbye, Xia Zhi, Lan Wu, Tianyu and the others closed their eyes and saluted.

Song Ren looked at everything in the sky and finally understood what was happening.

The author of the emperor died.

A generation of emperor authors has written so many works, and his hurried life can also be seen to start from an ordinary person.

Is the collapsed heaven and earth a secret realm that belongs to him?

The soul returns to heaven and earth, and everything it has will eventually return to dust and earth to earth.

But his life's dedication has remained in everyone's hearts.

Song Ren did not know the author, but he bent down and bowed.

This is a respectable old man, sage!

After a long time, everyone got up, but they were all very sad, and at this moment, Song Ren actually received the news of the old wine.

"Where are you?"

Since the last time they were separated in Linghua Pavilion, there has been no news of the teacher for more than a month, but they have left contact information between each other.

"I'm in Nine Kings City, teacher," Song Ren replied.

"Very good, I'm quite close to here, about five days of travel will be here, get ready to prepare, follow me to the Heavenly Demon Sea."

Heavenly Demon Sea, Song Ren knows, he and Su Youwei's Chaos Divine Sea, Mo Cheng's Heavenly Spirit Department, etc., are all extremely ancient and huge forces, not bound by the imperial family, and to a certain extent, they are still cooperative relations.

Why go to the Heavenly Demon Sea?

It was here that he finally found this state of literati.

"Teacher, this day the Demon Sea ......"

"The emperor of the Heavenly Demon Sea, [Shen Yan], is gone, the secret realm collapses, and the spiritual power is cathartic, going at this time can help you break through at least two realms steadily, that is the power of a world after all.

Don't worry, there will be a lot of people who will go, including your little Taoist companion Su Youwei, if you go late, the Heavenly Demon Sea will be completely closed to prevent the catharsis of spiritual power, and there will be no chance at that time. ”

After reading Jiu Lao's words, Song Ren was shocked.

Looking up at the sky again, it turned out that this emperor author was actually from the Heavenly Demon Sea.

It's incredible.

It is no wonder that such forces can stand alongside the royal family and be undriven.

"Okay, I'll prepare, and we'll meet when the time comes."