There is no eternal change, only eternal change.

The same is true for territory.

The curves meander and outline different worlds.

Fallen leaves are very eager for the territory of the ghost snake to go out of the ghost forest, but thinking about the despair in the future, forget it.

To be able to live to guard his territory, I am afraid it is already the favor of Heaven.

Falling Leaves turned around and walked to the east, and said to the man in black who followed behind, "Yeyu, is May still cleaning up?"

The corners of Ye You's mouth twitched, and he hurriedly said, "It's still cleaning up." ”

Fallen Leaves smiled and said: "This world is dirty, especially the ghost, which brings together all the filth of Xuanling, she still wants to create a bright and clear world, this kind of idealized woman is really difficult to deal with." ”

Ye Yu followed the fallen leaves and whispered: "It is a happy thing to live for the ideal. Besides, it's a right you personally gave her. ”

"Haha, it's not like she has a leg with Ye Changtian. That weird exercise has the shadow of an ancient inheritance. We can't go straight to May, but we can give May a chance to stay willingly. As long as she is there, the exercises are there, and this is the essence of the Ghost Emperor City. ”

The fallen leaves trampled on the dead leaves, but the dead leaves did not fluctuate, as if there was no strength to walk over the body.

Ye Yu smiled bitterly and said, "It seems that Ye Yu and I have also become the foundation of the Ghost Emperor City. ”

Falling Leaves stopped, patted Ye You's shoulder, and said solemnly: "Ye You, we are all the heritage of Ghost Emperor City. Go back and tell May that you should stop in moderation and pay equal attention to grace and power. ”

Ye Yu nodded slightly, and the figure disappeared into a tree.

Falling Leaf caught a withered yellow leaf, and whispered softly: "Ye Changtian, is the night dark and the night dark your person? How many hands do you still have stretched out to the ghost? ”

"It's just that the Canglan Immortal Mansion was taken away, isn't it too simple? Long Dongyin has never contributed, Qingyue has never fought to the death, although Tianqi'er wants to fight hard, but he has no chance, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a play. ”

"Luozi thundered silently, you will give an answer, right? Zuiwei's identity is not ordinary, you don't want to let her get hurt again, otherwise, it will be you who suffers." ”

The leaves flew out, floated out of the forest, and flew between heaven and earth.

Six of the eight array towers of Qinshan Academy had been destroyed, and after the one-star to five-star students who stayed outside the star-picking platform watched this shocking battle, Huang Lao, Su Rui and others began to clean up the mess.

Qinshan's "Five Uniques" officially appeared in Xuanling, destroyed the seven Mahayana monks of the Heavenly Court in a battle, and combined the power of Qinshan Academy to completely exterminate the power of the Heavenly Court.

The essence of Qinshan Academy has finally been revealed, and this inconspicuous one of the three major colleges of the Western Spirit actually has the existence of Mahayana monks, and there are five of them! If you add Meng Yuan among the three monsters of the Western Spirit, it will be six Mahayana monks, and as for the combined monks, there are more than 60 of them.

A sect that can survive for a long time must have a reason for its survival.

And this truth is often the last word of respect for strength.

At the same time, the achievements of Yushan Academy and Tianwu Academy also caused a sensation in Xiling.

Outside the Hidden Ink Peak in the East China Sea, Qingmo glanced contemptuously at the retreating people of the Heavenly Court, turned around and hugged the lovely Ye Long, Ye Long found that no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free from this woman, so he could only be speechless to the sky.

"I'm going to Canghai Hall right away. ”

Ye Long was very uneasy and said to Qingmo.

"Don't worry, Xiao Yezi won't die so easily. How many times have I told you, he's an important guy who can't die easily. ”

Qingmo pinched Ye Long's face.

Ye Long shuddered, and glanced sadly in the direction of the valley, Qingmo just praised that guy for not being easy to die, but it didn't take long for him to be killed by her, and it was so simple that people wanted to curse.

This has to praise Dad a few times, so can he still live?

A transmission note fell into Qingmo's hand, Qingmo's face was cold, and there was murder in his eyes, seeing that Ye Long was very nervous, he hurriedly asked: "Is something wrong with Dad?" I just said, let me accompany him to Canghai Hall, I have to let Ye Chan'er go!"

"You are also a prince, can you be more stable?"

Qingmo handed the transmission note in his hand to Ye Long, Ye Long glanced at it, was stunned for a moment, and asked softly, "This, is it intelligence?"

Qingmo nodded, and then asked Ye Long in confusion, "You can't understand our information? God, how did you get here all these years?"

Ye Long smiled awkwardly and said, "I've been in retreat, but are you sure this is intelligence, why can't I understand it at all?"

Ye Long shook the transmission note in his hand, very speechless. There are not many notes in the transmission note, only eight words:

[Covered with water and autumn sorrow, Ye Yue Chaoyao. 】

Qingmo pulled Ye Long and explained: "I usually ask you to read more books, but you just don't listen, but now it's okay, I can't understand if I give you a piece of information." You see, the water here refers to the water in the bowl flowing away, in this autumn, well, because there is no water to drink, so the sad people are dead, the sad leaves have fallen, the moon has also come out, and they are still crying towards a place called Yao......"

Ye Long felt that his worldview had collapsed, and he didn't even know that the transmission note in his hand had fallen.

Sure enough, she is worthy of being a talented woman in the Hidden Ink Peak, and she can only be appreciated by a master like Long Dongyin.

"I'm going home......"

Ye Long wanted to leave, but he was beaten by Qingmo twice, with a bag on his head and a sad face, he could only sit on the top of the mountain peak, and shouted sadly: "Uncle Long, come back soon......"

Qingmo hid in the room, took out a portrait from the box, looked at it carefully for a long time, put the portrait away again, and said softly: "Sister Dongfang, Heavenly Court will definitely fall, don't be obsessed anymore." ”

Gate of Heaven, towards Yao Peak.

When Song Tianxing pierced the chest of the last Mahayana monk with the overlord spear, he stood majestically in the air and posed, winning the scolding of countless people. Song Tianxing snatched in a dashing manner, proudly stood in the air, cleared his throat, and began to shout: "Tianmen Tianxing, go with the sky, I tear the giant sword in my hand and pierce the Mahayana ...... Oh, Yin Yao, why are you beating me......"

"Get the hell out of here!"

Yin Yao was embarrassed, everyone looked at it, obviously he was kicked away by the three monsters of Xiling, and he accidentally bumped into your gun, cheapening you, what kind of master are you still pretending to be there, and you don't look at your embarrassed appearance in rags.

Ye Changtian didn't have any mercy, the heavenly court, whether it was a human or a puppet, whether it was a Mahayana or a god, all of them had their heads cut off, including the Yaojin stone puppet, and they were also cut off their heads, ready to throw them to Jingguan.

Ye Changtian looked up at the sky, in some stories, it is always said that when he wins, the clouds will disperse, the sky will become blue, the sun will shine all over the earth, and the sky and the earth will be peaceful, but no matter how Ye Changtian looks, he didn't find the meaning that the clouds wanted to disperse.

It seems that they are all brushstrokes, and they are all some people's atmosphere rendering and foiling.

Ye Changtian glanced at the Heavenly Gate, this is the battlefield of the Great War, and it is a place where blood stains red!

There are heroic spirits of heroes, and there are undead souls of enemies, there are living sorrows, and there are also living strong.

Ye Changtian sighed softly, then opened his soul, and said slowly: "Brothers, family! This is the Gate of Heaven and our home. Look up, what do you see, are you embarrassed, are you ruined, are you scarred? Yes, these dazzling presences, these heart-wrenching sorrows, will be with us for the rest of our lives!"

"But you can see clearly, this is the land that the brothers have watered with blood, it is the backbone supported by bones, and the scars here are the medals of the Gate of Heaven! If people want to grow, they will stumble! If you want the sky, you can only meet the wind and rain! If you want to open the door of the Heavenly Dao, you can only die for a lifetime!"

"War comes unexpectedly, and such a big war is by no means the last! Xuanling's future is no longer our luck! If we want to survive and continue, we can only face the coldest wind, the sharpest sword, and the hottest flame, and go down step by step!"

"Some brothers are dead, and they can no longer drink with us or sing with us. They dedicated their lives to Tianmen, and exchanged their lives for our lives, in exchange for the existence and glory of Tianmen!"

"The brothers who were once familiar can no longer open their eyes, and the corpses will be cold, and they will become bones, living in our memories! But I don't want to see you like this again! What I long for is that I stand at the peak, and you also stand at the peak, what I want is this kind of companionship, not a lonely mountain, like a lonely grave!"

"In the battle of Tianmen, three hundred and fifty-two brothers fell! I want to say goodbye to every brother, and I want to personally send my brothers to be buried! You should know this pain! I tell you! I don't have many brothers in Ye Changtian! I want you to live well and accompany me to the end!"

"I don't want anyone to die, not a single one! But I know that this is an unrealistic assumption and desire! What can we do with these dead brothers? Commemorate and pay tribute? Hehe, brothers, I don't want to look at the grave, I don't want to face the monument, I want to see you alive!"

"Brothers, I know that you think you have paid a lot, that you have cultivated with all your strength, that you have made rapid progress, but what I want to tell you is that these are not enough, far from enough!"

"Now, a group of brothers have died in Heaven and Hongmeng Villa, we have wiped away our blood, wiped away our tears, and we must also sharpen our knives and polish our swords! Declaring war on Heavenly Court and declaring war on Hongmeng Villa is the tragedy of our Heavenly Gate!"

"From now on, above the head of Tianmen, there is this gloomy sky! No matter how gloomy the sky is, it can't stop the pride of our Tianmen!"

"In the first battle of the Chinese capital, the sea was destroyed, and the heavenly court has become an ice sculpture at three o'clock!"

"In the battle of Tianmen, the Lord of Moshan died, and the twenty-eighth Mahayana died! This is the glory of Tianmen! It is the blood-stained majesty!"

"We, who are scarred, are still holding our heads proud! Yes, brothers, we have won this battle, we have won it completely! We have won the tragedy, we have won the unequaled!"

"I'm so proud of you! You are all heroes of Heaven!"

Hearing Ye Changtian's long speech, countless people burst into tears.

Win!

Yes, we won!

Some people die, but they will not be forgotten.

We are still alive, so we will carry their will and step on that peak!

Heavenly Court?

Harmony Hills?

Hehe, the peak power of Xuan Ling?

Heaven's Gate will not back down!

Not a single step back!

The tiger general wiped away his tears, whimpered, and shouted, "Tianmen Immortal!"

"Heaven's Gate is immortal!"

"Heaven's Gate is immortal!"

A high-pitched voice, accompanied by hot blood, spread between heaven and earth!

When Wu Zuiling saw this scene, he raised the wine gourd, and seemed to drink endlessly.

Zhang Yuanshou sat on the side of the mountain rock, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, put the hat on his head, and silently recalled something.

Meng Yuan took back the tower, rarely didn't say any mercy, just said softly: "This is my hometown." ”