His face was hideous, and he roared: "Can't let them escape, Li Tianfang will die, everyone will die!"

"That's right, let Li Tianming go to Xuanyuan Dragon Sect without worry, it will be very troublesome, and the emperor won't be able to clean him up. ”

From this point, there are people who support Li Xuanyang.

"However, if they take the Star Sea God Ship away, what can we do? Someone complained.

This is a real problem.

"I have a way!"

Li Xuanyang gritted his teeth, he stared at the Qingyun Divine Tree, and said, "Don't these people from the Qingyun Continent regard the Qingyun Divine Tree as more important than their lives?

Everyone looked at each other.

Some people wanted to say that the fruit of this tree was very useful, but because they didn't want to go against Li Xuanyang, they resisted the idea of talking.

"Everyone, cut down the tree, cut it to death!"

"Yes!"

For a while, the dense Order Heavenly Clan surrounded the trunk of the Qingyun Divine Tree, swords and swords, and the gods of consciousness were frantically cut down together.

Boom Boom Boom –

The ancient tree, which had lived for countless years, began to tremble and let out a piercing scream.

Buzz!

The canopy of the tree trembled, and countless blood turned into torrential rain and fell, and the entire Qingyun Continent could see this tragic situation.

"Shenmu ......"

For a while, countless people cried like rain with Qingyun Shenmu.

Bang bang bang!

The cutting of trees continues.

The trunk of the Qingyun Divine Tree is very thick, but it is not sturdy, and it will not take long for hundreds of thousands of people to cut it down together.

With the tilt of the Qingyun Divine Tree, the entire Qingyun Continent was shaking, and the whole world was crying.

At the burial of the Nine Dragons Emperor, countless sad cries resounded.

Everyone looked at the bright red, as if it was burning, blood and tears rolled, at that moment, they felt the trembling of the blood, the sadness flowing in everyone's heart, let them understand how painful it is when others trample on their dignity and occupy their homes as weak.

"Shenmu!"

Bang bang bang!

In the emperor's funeral, everyone knelt down.

They were about to go to a new battlefield, and they won this time, but they were destined not to hold on to this ancient tree that nourished them.

In order to force Li Tianming to stop, Li Xuanyang was ruthless, and there was no pause at all when he felled.

When he saw the Nine Dragons Emperor buried in the dust, he was even more furious.

"Chop it !!!"

His screams resounded through the canopy again.

Bang!

From a certain moment, the sorrow of the divine tree was desperate to the extreme, and then suddenly turned into an angry roar, as if all the leaves had become vocal cords, roaring out the anger of this ancient creature.

Click!

The trunk is slanted.

Completely broken.

Buzz Buzz!

The divine tree that had stood in the Qingyun Continent for countless years fell down with a bang, and even if it fell, the direction of its trunk was an uninhabited mountainous area.

At that moment, in the burial of the Nine Dragons Emperor, people's eyes widened, tears swirled in their eyes, everyone lost their voices, tears blurred their eyes, and the humiliation of losing their homes filled their hearts, this time the loss could not be made up for in eternal life.

Shenmu, down.

No more shade.

There is no longer the scent of birds and flowers above the sun.

There is no more fruit like a sky full of stars.

There is no more blood connection.

The children born after that, they will never know what the beautiful Qingyun Divine Tree looks like in their parents' memories.

It has been lush for countless years, irrigated countless generations of life, and finally blood-red, with its own fall, giving the people under its shelter the possibility of escaping.

In the burial of the Nine Dragons Emperor, although those tree species were all embryos, they all screamed, because they knew best that their mother had died at this moment.

At that moment, Li Tianming clenched his fists, he didn't look back, but wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and flew towards the south of the sun with the last hope of this continent.

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"Die!"

After the Divine Tree collapsed, it kicked up a cloud of dust and plunged the whole world into a world of dust.

I can't see anything clearly.

Buzz!

When Li Xuanyang was scolding, he seemed to hear a buzzing sound, and his eyes widened to see what it was.

Suddenly there was a flash in front of my eyes.

Like a blood-colored leaf?

Bite!

It was really a leaf, and it was coldly inserted into Li Xuanyang's forehead, and a wound was torn, and after that, this leaf turned from bright red to yellow, and completely withered.

This shows that the blood red poured into Li Xuanyang's body.

"Ah——!h

He let out a scream suddenly, because there was a red liquid, like countless small insects burrowing into his head, eating his flesh and brain.

"Help me!"

Li Xuanyang didn't know what it was at all, he screamed in horror, trying to get the attention of others.

But the next moment, the screams as terrible as him were everywhere.

It's worse than the previous battle.

Everyone was screaming.

The whole world was screaming.

As far as the eye can see, there are blood-colored leaves, so many leaves, it can only come from the Qingyun Divine Tree, which means that the fallen Divine Tree, the leaves have all flew.

Puff puff!

When Li Xuanyang screamed, a sea of red leaves appeared in front of his eyes.

It's beautiful.

He was swallowed directly.

When these large leaves withered, all their blood color poured into Li Xuanyang's body.

"Uh......"

Li Xuanyang struggled and twitched, his eyes widened and his mouth foamed.

In the end, motionless.

He's dead.

Die with a grievance or everlasting regret.

After death, his corpse became as bright red as the original leaves, and even showed the lines of leaf veins on his skin, and then in his mouth, there was a small green seedling sprouting, it grew rapidly, and grew a small pink and white flower, whether it was its leaves or flowers, it was extremely pure, and it was not stained with blood at all.

The dust gradually dissipated.

It can be seen that there are blood-colored corpses everywhere in this vicinity, and the corpses are gradually depressed, and they can't see clearly, except for those colorful small flowers, which symbolize purity and new life.

Qingyun Shenmu is dead, but the place where it once took root has turned into a sea of beautiful fairyland-like flowers, and the flower sponge stretches for thousands of miles.

No one will know that the growth of every flower means the death of an Order Celestial Clan.

In the north of the continent, there was also a sea of flowers, and most of the blood-red leaves at that time flew there and eventually withered.

The sea of flowers was bigger and more dreamy, like a fairyland.

Only the Order Celestial Clan has become a flower.

And on this continent, the Qingyun mortals who are still living in the mountains and wilderness are still crying for the sacred tree.

The Order Celestials will not forget this day.

Because, it will be recorded in the history books that they killed seven million elite legions in battle on an inconspicuous and barren continent.

Among them, 1.8 million died in the Green Soul Sword Peak.

Five million two million, died in Qingyun Shenmu.

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Chapter 12, Big Explosion!

It's been a long time since I've written so much.

After I finished writing, I had back pain and dizziness...... But the heart is on fire.

Returning to the plot of this sun part, compared to the coolness of stepping on people when the genius competes, the series of themes of war, homeland, protection, and changing one's life against the sky can make my own heart surge, as if I am in that scene, and cry together for the death and rebirth of Qingyun Shenmu.

On this topic, I would also like to say a small episode.

I wrote the three chapters last Saturday (I can't stand on my knees for these three chapters), and I wrote them for a long time, and the weight is relatively large and the number of words is relatively sufficient.

When I finished writing that day, I felt refreshed and amazed, and I read it all over again, and I was once overwhelmed by my talent. Because I haven't written the story of the sun for a while, I have a strong resonance when I write about oppression and predicament, as if the life and death crisis faced by the Green Soul Hall has acted on me.

It's so well written!

I sighed.

I've ignited my own blood!

Awesome!

So I happily uploaded it, waiting for readers to be impressed by my talent.

The next day, I looked at the comment section with confidence.

Reader: Water.

I spurted out a mouthful of old blood on the spot~

The joys and sorrows of the world really can't be connected 0.0.

I actually talked to my daughter-in-law about this

(Every time I finish writing, I let her read it first, so she is the No. 1 female fan of Baijiao)

I said: Any high C needs the ultimate suppression of the foreshadowing, there will be the most violent outbreak, foreshadowing requires the accumulation of words, rendering again and again, although arranging the protagonist to appear at the end of the third chapter is more appetizing, but in fact, even if I let him appear early, the 3 chapters of the day can't do anything. It's better to use it to pave the way to the extreme. Moreover, the two opponents of Li Xuanyang and Xuanyang Jun also need to be designed with details (mi, color) to make readers hostile.

Her: Having said that, after reading the foreshadowing, we readers will only arouse a sense of anticipation, and if we can't connect at this time, we will think that it is watery. Because of the foreshadowing and rendering part, after everyone watched it, the sense of expectation was created, but they would mistakenly think that the part of "creating a sense of expectation" was useless. We don't look at where our sense of anticipation comes from (maybe it comes out of nowhere?)...... If you write like this, it's very cool when you read it continuously, but the readers who read it will accuse, and it's a loss, the key is that it's very difficult for you to write like this, and it's better to 'water dialogue', anyway, it's the best water, and it's not easy for us to tell.

If I am not happy, I don't believe in the story and the joys, sorrows, and sorrows, how can I want the readers to be happy? If I can write about the state of blending in with the characters in the book, why not be enthusiastic? I just want to be difficult to write with water, and I will not have a 'water dialogue'! That wood has technical content, and the water is not challenging!

She: Shame on the pen, you deserve!

I:......

(From the first day I wrote the book, I understood a truth, everyone is an individual with different thinking, and there are a thousand Hamlets in the hearts of a thousand readers, so in order to satisfy some of the impatient needs of the pursuit of 'quickly knowing the outcome of the plot', it is not my way to ignore the polishing, foreshadowing, and the beginning and end of the plot to write a flowing plot.) Every reader will crave a different way of writing and plot development, and the writer's path is to believe in himself and be in tune with the characters in the book. I've been writing books for 10 years, and I've had at least a few hundred readers teach me how to write books.

In this way, even if I sometimes suffer, are unpleasant, and misunderstood, I dare to say that I am not perfunctory in my daily updates. ）

Having said all that, the point is-

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