In the grass house under the Fengwang Tower, the old man was bleeding from his seven orifices, exuding a foul smell all over his body, his crystal white hair began to wither, and his armpits were sweating......

The five decays of heaven and man!

Looking at the holy dragon that protects the country, he encounters a backlash, his eyes fall into darkness forever, his body is hit hard, and he attracts the five decays of heaven and man. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The majesty of the country is vast, it cannot be violated, and if it is touched, it will die!

"Uncle—"

Knowing his fate, the old man's condition is very bad, and the five decays of heaven and man are a sign that Shouyuan is about to dry up.

The old man is his only relative now, but now, he is gone.

Five hundred years ago, my grandfather died.

Five hundred years later, my uncle was dying.

He is the only one left, and the so-called father is nothing but a ruthless man who tries to be immortal.

Knowing fate, he is called knowing fate, he knows human life, but he has never known his own fate.

My uncle begged to die for him.

has the same physique as the ancestor, and there can be no fetters, and any family affection is a shackle for him.

So, five hundred years ago, my grandfather begged for death.

So, five hundred years later, my uncle begged for death.

So......

In the eyes of the old man, there was a murderous opportunity, so ...... The father of the head of his clan would kill his wife with his own hands.

"Uncle, why are you bothering, it's not worth it. ”

Zhifang's voice trembled a little, and the weight of the old man's body was pressed on his body, but it was as light as a feather.

Qi and blood are depleted, the spirit is broken, and longevity is ...... Will be exhausted!

"There is no need to be sad, as early as when my little sister was pregnant with you, I should have died and escaped to a desperate situation... Live a million more years... It's a blessing from heaven......

What's more, I can still see you, and I have no regrets in this life. Remember, no matter what, you have to live, even if you are treacherous and stealing your life......"

The old man kept coughing up blood in his mouth, he suddenly pushed away his fate, came to the courtyard of the grass house, hugged his hands weakly, and looked up to the sky and roared: "The catastrophe of the troubled times, the golden age, the Nian clan is firm, and the world is the only one!"

The sound fell.

Dead.

The old man fell into the arms of his fate, holding his loved ones, and his hair turned snow-white one by one.

Knowing his fate and weeping silently, he hugged the old man and let out a terrible roar, as if he was a desperate beast, pathetic, mournful......

This roar resounded through this small mountain.

The stele attendants who were focused on observing the message of the mountain realm came to their senses, and their powerful divine thoughts dispersed, and they saw the wailing young man, and saw the familiar but unfamiliar figure lying in his arms.

"Great Elder......

"Heavenly ......"

"How so?"

All the stele attendants turned pale, their bodies trembled, and they spurted out mouthfuls of blood, and their eyes were full of disbelief.

The immortal Great Elder, how could he die?

The old man who single-handedly established the stele of the stele servant, the old man who has lived for millions of years......

How could he die?

How could it be dead?

Crying and sorrow haunt this piece of ...... The tranquil Fengwang Mountain.

In the courtyard of the grass house, the hair of the knowing fate fluttered wildly, half as pale as snow, and half as black as ink.

White and black appeared in his hair at this moment, and an old, more distant than ancient aura emanated from him.

What kind of smell is this?

Like a fairy, like a demon......

......

Half a month later, the news of the death of the Great Elder of Fengwang Mountain swept through the entire Eastern Heaven Realm.

A man who was thought by the world to be immortal, died.

After all, this person has lived too long, and people don't know how long he has lived.

The desperate life limit, with him, seems to have become an accident.

For a time, some people in the world were happy, some were sad, some were laughing, and all kinds of things were everywhere.

On a mountain, like a dragon, there was a loud laugh.

"Haha, this old immortal is finally dead. Good to die!"

......

Huanghuang Imperial City, in front of the central hall, this generation of emperors stood with their hands in their hands, looking at the sky.

"Heavenly machine, heavenly machine, heavenly machine, heavenly machine is still there?"

With a long sigh, he turned around and walked into the main hall, and when he stepped into the palace door, the current generation of emperors turned around, and his eyes turned to the Purple Dragon City, looking at the towering mountain.

"Immortal ......"

Shake your head and take a step. With a bang, the door of the temple was closed.

......

"Old man, old man, go all the way. ”

South, Dali City.

An old man with a broken arm came to the top of a small mountain, he bowed to Fengwang Mountain, and then, the wine glass in his right hand was poured, and the rich and spiritual good wine was poured on the ground.

"Old man, old man......"

With a long sigh, the wine glass fell to the ground, and the hand holding the wine glass appeared clearly in the air, and it was ......

Only one finger!

Dali Duan, the king of guns.

He is a desperate human race, one of the eleven great sins consummated, and one is a peerless genius who is comparable to a generation of emperors above his talents.

If it weren't for the luck of the world, maybe he would have grown into another human race.

......

Purple Dragon, Wangcheng.

The Purple King was dressed in a purple-clothed dragon robe, and a sneer appeared on his beautiful face.

"This old immortal is finally dead. ”

Behind the Purple King, there was a slight irony, and after a while, a young man with a beautiful face came to the Purple King's side.

The emaciated posture, on the delicate face, a pair of horizontal eyebrows like a knife, let him add a few points of domineering, he is Xia Ba, Xia Ba of Black Dragon City.

"Night, I didn't think you would have a day. ”

The Purple King sneered.

"Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, if you don't lose that body, how can you get this body, Xia Ba, Xia Ba...... In a few days, you will no longer be a lone opponent in this city. ”

Xia Ba smiled slightly, and as he spoke, he looked in the direction of the Fengwang Tower, and continued: "Heavenly Machine, known as Heavenly Machine, but how can it go against the general trend of heaven and earth? Since he is dead, it is time to ...... that news Released ......"

The Purple King's expression was awe-inspiring, he knew what Xia Ba said, the true spirit of the immortals, the Purple King shook his head, although this spirit is precious, but if it is compared with what the emperor is plotting, it is still light.

Therefore, that trace of greed dissipated, and the Purple King nodded, and said, "Against the chaos of the heavens, the Mountain Emperor must die! He is likely to be one of the future robbers......

Xia Ba bowed his head, and his expression was also solemn.

The robber is one of the protagonists of the golden age, adhering to the luck of the mountain realm, in order to fight against the alien enemy and protect the mountain realm.

This is their real enemy!

Such people should be made dead while they are still young birds.

Only the dead robber is the best robber.

......

White Dragon, Wangcheng.

An old man with gray hair sat by a small river, he let out a long sigh, looking at the glorious palace city, the old man's cloudy eyes flashed a touch of disappointment and a trace of remorse.

He's going to die, too.

I'm dying......

The old man had a wry smile on his lips.

If he dies, can this White Dragon City still be there?

Because of a wrong thing he did back then, the three Bai Hou, who were expected to be in the seven-story building, were killed by that old madman.

Now none of the remaining people can afford to support Dragon City, except for one old six......

But, the sixth he, needs time.

He must live, live until the sixth child breaks through the seven-story building realm, and only the white king of this realm can fight against the rest of the feudal kings when his luck increases.

"But will I make it to that time?"

The old man's eyes became cloudy and a little dim, and a long sigh echoed by the small river for a long time.