Chen Qing was frightened, angry, and helpless.

The moment countless golden lights fell, he couldn't move anything.

Rollbacks are no longer possible.

It seems that his whole body is controlled by human telekinesis.

He even controlled his thoughts, and whenever he wanted to cast a rollback, he would immediately abandon the idea.

No matter how you think about it or how you do it, it won't help.

This feeling is very similar to the moment when Chen Qing's ghost pressed the bed in his previous life, and he couldn't do it if he wanted to recite the "Makanoparamita Heart Sutra" in his heart.

A sense of powerlessness swept through his heart, Chen Qing looked at the sea below, the waves on the water were turbulent, and one wave after another flew up and slapped on his cheek.

Although it didn't hurt on his body, Chen Qing felt pain in his heart.

Did he get slapped in the face?

Regret spread throughout his heart, and at this moment he knew the consequences of killing Zhang Lang thoroughly.

Force yourself to calm down.

Countless ideas and schemes emerged one after another in my mind.

Chen Qing thought about it with all his might

………

"Father, father?"

Zhang Lang looked at Zhang Ang, who was stunned, and asked cautiously.

Although Cheng Yanyin always said that Zhang Ang was strong, heroic, and kind.

But the first time he faced Zhang Ang, he was still so nervous.

Cheng Yanyin on the side stood in the distance, looking at the two of them with a smile, sincerely feeling happy and happy for them in his heart.

Pulled back to reality by Zhang Lang's voice, Zhang Ang let go of the purple cloak and let it dance with the wind, and he looked at Zhang Lang.

"Very well, my son, as it should be."

The corners of his mouth rose up, and Zhang Ang said with a smile.

Zhang Lang, who was not far away, suddenly felt a huge immortal force pull him down, and instantly came to Zhang Ang's side.

Looking at Zhang Lang over and over again, Zhang Ang nodded from time to time.

The whispering in his mouth never stopped: "Luoluo, look, our son is so big, look at how much his eyes look like you, look at his eyebrows, is it like me." ”

His palm involuntarily rested on Zhang Lang's shoulder, and he patted and patted it with full strength.

Zhang Lang's shoulder was hurt by this huge force, but the joy in his heart never stopped.

Father, it turned out to be much stronger than the master said.

"Zhang Lang, I know what you want to do, how you want to do it... I have been waiting for this day for three thousand years... I'm going to do it, and for now, please give me another ten minutes. ”

With his right hand retracted, Zhang Ang said softly, and when the words fell, he turned around and flew into the distance.

Zhang Langleng froze in place, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Father, she is not a mother, she is just your obsession, mother, she will be resurrected by us."

Of course he knew Zhang Ang, where his father was going.

Three thousand years have passed,

His feelings for his mother were as serious as ever.

……

Everest.

Ai Rong, Wu Tianyue, Mo Wunian, Zhao Ye, and several people stood silently on the ground where Chen Qing was practicing swords.

"She's going to be fine, right?"

Ai Rong asked suddenly, breaking the silence for a long time.

Zhao Ye shook his head and said, "Her injuries are too serious, only one bat remains, although Zhang Ang gave her a lot of blood, but ...... Ay. ”

Before he finished saying this, Zhao Ye sighed.

"Wait for the Lord to come back, as long as there is a drop of the Lord's blood, he will be fine."

Wu Tianyue looked at the snow scene in front of her and said longingly.

"But I see that man is very powerful, and you say, can the Lord beat him?"

Ziyang's terrifying power was still in his mind, and Mo Wunian swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we must have faith in the Lord, and with the strength of the Lord, we will..."

"She'll be fine."

Ai Rong stopped talking abruptly.

looked at Zhang Ang, who suddenly appeared, with surprise in his eyes.

As if he had slapped off the dust, Zhang Ang fanned his left and right hands at the same time, and the ten people suddenly disappeared at an unbelievable speed.

On the field full of sword marks, only an endless ice field remained, covered with snow and cold, which pierced Zhang Ang's heart.

"Luoluo..."

With a soft recitation in his mouth, Zhang Ang walked towards a cave step by step.

Step into the black hole.

His left hand was gently detached, and a scorching flame burned above his palm.

In the firelight, the face of the beautiful woman in the distance is particularly beautiful and fascinating,

Zhang Ang looked a little drunk.

The whole person seemed to have been hollowed out of his mind, and there was nothing in his eyes, leaving only Lang Luoluo.

It seemed to feel his hot eyes.

Lang Luoluo suddenly opened his eyes, and with a pair of big eyes, he directly saw Zhang Ang who was out of flames.

Seeing the scene in front of her, she suddenly became a little short of breath.

Rubbing his eyes in disbelief.

Sure enough, something changed.

Hole.

Zhang Ang, who was originally holding a flame in his hand, suddenly became the emperor Zhang Ang wearing a lantern and a dragon robe.

Zhang Ang in the dragon robe was walking towards her with a smile in his eyes.

"Zhang Ang, I miss you, I'm so worried about you."

Two steps to Zhang Ang's side, Lang Luoluo pounced directly.

"Luoluo, so am I."

Zhang Ang hugged him tightly.

It's still as warm as ever.

Just, why, just obsessed with what is said?

Through Lang Luoluo's skin, he saw too many of his own thoughts and thoughts in her.

She's really not Lang Luoluo, his falling flower fairy.

She's just an obsession, an obsession with the follower himself reincarnating.

Consciousness detached from the body and went out of the cave, Zhang Ang called out his body again, and his consciousness went in, recovering his former face.

Looking at the picture of the two embracing each other in the cave, Zhang Ang smiled.

"May you be happy forever."

One finger expelled the blood blood in Lang Luo's body, filling his own body with new memories.

As if he didn't feel that he was doing well enough, Zhang Ang stretched out his right hand, grabbed a handful of golden light, and slapped it to the ground.

"Boom ......"

The Mount Everest mountain range suddenly sinks downward.

After reaching a certain point, dozens, hundreds, thousands of golden rays of light erupted from the entire Mount Everest mountain range.

In an instant, all the humans who became the blood clan had human bodies again, and everything in the blood clan disappeared.

The whole world suddenly boiled

Countless people cheered and jumped.

Zhang Ang smiled with satisfaction.

I looked down and inadvertently saw the dense sword marks under my feet.

Zhang Ang smiled.

"Chen Qing, the one who broke the boundary, a chaos? … It's time to address you. ”

………

Chen Qing was still standing in the air, maintaining such a posture for a long time, and he felt bored for a long time.

Humans are one such creature.

You can get used to everything, you can adapt to everything, and now Chen Qing has adapted to this feeling of not being able to control her body.

There was nothing he could do but wait.

What should come will come.

It's a big deal to go straight back to the Overworld when the time comes.

The interface to the traversal system has been opened by him, and he is ready to leave here anytime and anywhere.

As soon as the feeling of danger arises.

Without saying a word, just leave.

"Chen Qing's child, are you okay?"

Just when Chen Qing was entangled, a voice full of banter suddenly sounded.