When Liu Yichen woke up, Liu Shuai was standing in front of him, holding a glass of water intimately: "Dad, why are you asleep?"

Liu Yichen was shocked and looked at his son's jet-black hair: "Child, how are you?

Shen Yun came out of the kitchen with a plate of dishes, and complained: "I don't go to the hospital to see if I have a fever, I talked nonsense all night, and it took a lot of effort for our mother and mother to help you reduce your fever, early in the morning, what nonsense!"

Liu Yichen looked at his wife and was even more shocked: "You're not dead?"

Shen Yun was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Liu Shuai: "Get medicine for your father, get more!"

Liu Yichen had a black line, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed: "Ahem, I have a nightmare!" Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info hurry up and go to the computer to look at the days.

On the side, an unnaturalness flashed on Liu Shuai's face, who was holding a glass of water, and then disappeared.

The successive blows made the Jinluo brothers and the Xingyu Emperor Zun deeply buried in the whirlpool of pain and couldn't extricate themselves. They know that this time, the eldest brother (son) really has to die and is gone!

The fleeing Demon Venerable stopped, covered his chest with his hands, and looked resentful: "It's really damned! That God of Tribulation turned out to be the soul of this body! It's really careless!"

In the corner, a shadow walked out, with a faint sneer on the corner of her lips: "It's not a big deal! The God of Tribulation has completely disappeared this time! Our strongest enemy is nothing more than the newly awakened God Killing Sword!" Shi Xuanyue, who spoke, flashed a purple light in her originally dark eyes, and then put it away.

Demon Venerable snorted coldly: "Even if you have just awakened, the God Killing Sword is also the nemesis of the Protoss, and we are not his opponents at all!"

Xuan Yue smiled faintly: "What is this! If you can't beat it, you can outwit it! As far as I know, that stupid boy has left us a lot of legacy!" As she spoke, Xuan Yue hooked her lips and brought out a smug smile.

Laojun Mountain, this organization of monks who have just become a climate. The alliance leader suddenly came, and brought his lover, so that the various ethnic groups in Laojun Mountain were ecstatic, and they came out to greet them one after another, and prepared a sumptuous banquet to welcome the return of the alliance leader of 'Wenjie'.

On the other side, Wen Jie's shadow is under the command of disillusionment. He had regained his strength and occupied the body of a dead Sanxiu and appeared in front of everyone in another guise.

Only Wen Jie knew about this matter, and even Emperor Xingyu was kept in the dark.

Now, as soon as the Demon Venerable came over, he was disillusioned and recognized, he was not Wen Jie at all.

For the sake of safety, he had to temporarily close the shadows, stop all actions, and lie dormant.

Lazy yawned and opened his somewhat hazy sleepy eyes, Wen Jie was startled. I was lying on a small bed in a wooden house in the mountains.

Rubbing his swollen head, thinking about the smelly and long nightmare before, he sighed for a while.

Ahem, shouldn't I write a book? After all, that vague dream is fun. Uh, what's the content of that dream coming to this? Why can't you remember?

If you can't think of it, you don't want to, Wen Jie never embarrass himself. Stretching out his arms, he moved his somewhat wooden body and sat up to look at the wooden door swaying and creaking in the wind.

I hastily ate some instant noodles, packed up my things, and went out. Walking through the weeds over his knees, he came to his grandfather's grave, and while cleaning the weeds on the grave for him, he wrote ink: "Grandpa, I'm back to see you,,,,,,"

Every year on this day, Wen Jie will return to the mountain and go to the grave of his grandfather, which is his only will, and Wen Jie can't help but listen.

It wasn't until the afternoon that Wen Jie went down the mountain and took the car back to the small city he had struggled for several years, the small rental house of only a few dozen square meters.

The last job was fired, and he had to find another job, otherwise, it would be a problem to eat.

looked down and looked at the piece of yellow jade on his neck, and there was a wry smile in his heart. It is already his most valuable asset, in order to survive, should he sell it? Ahem, after selling it, will grandpa jump out of the grave and take him away? Wen Jie thought bitterly.

It's just that when Wen Jie didn't see it, the jade flashed an inconspicuous light, and then disappeared.

The world is full of chaos. The cold wind writhed the yellow sand, whistling in a desolate tone.

The tent was so tattered that it couldn't stop the raging wind. The table in front of him was rotten, and his face was covered with yellow sand.

The old withered hand crushed the cup in his hand, and the blood flowed out, and it turned out to be black.

"Failed again! The world is really destroyed!" the old man's voice sounded slowly, so weak and weak.

The wood-like body hidden in the rags fell to the ground, and the cloudy old eyes slowly closed.

At this moment, a black light flashed, and there was another figure there.

He is the first god of disillusionment and control of darkness. Injecting divine power into the figure that fell to the ground, Disillusionment said with some anxiety: "Hold on a little longer, you still have hope!"

The figure that fell to the ground was none other than Emperor Xingyu, who had exhausted the last of his hard work and was about to die.

Slowly opened his eyes, looked at the disillusionment that was channeling divine power to himself, shook his head slightly and smiled bitterly: "You don't have to waste your efforts! I don't have the power to activate the ancient scrolls, and I don't have a chance to do it again!"

Disillusionment sneered: "Now, I'm here, you have a chance!" As he spoke, Disillusionment, which had exhausted his divine power, began to burn the Divine Yuan and save the Xingyu Emperor.

With the help of disillusionment, Emperor Xingyu had recovered a lot, his withered body slowly plumped, and his old face slowly became younger.

On the other side, the disillusionment that had exhausted the Divine Yuan began to burn the Divine Soul again, clearing the toxins accumulated in the body for Emperor Xingyu.

Emperor Xingyu frowned, and said to Disillusionment with a solemn face: "You will die!"

Disillusioned, he struggled to speak: "Do it again, you still have a chance!"

It turned out that the disillusionment that had been hidden in Wen Jie's body had already had a spiritual traction for him when he left Wen Jie.

When Wen Jie's soul was about to disappear, he used himself as a sacrifice to communicate with the heavens, exchange a glimmer of life for Wen Jie, put away a trace of his remnant soul, and through the power of the ancient scrolls, sent it to Huang Wenjie, who had not awakened his soul a year ago.

It's just that some things have already happened, and even if Wen Jie goes back to the past, he can't change the trajectory of other things in the future.

Sent away Wen Jie's remnant soul, and through the ancient scrolls, he found the Xingyu Emperor Zun three thousand years later, and gave him all his energy, giving him the opportunity to activate the ancient scrolls again and give Wen Jie one last chance.

And at the price, disillusionment consumes everything and disappears forever!(To be continued.) )