Anyway, both horizontally and vertically are dead.

Before you die...

Bites the Lord of Shadows as well.

Under normal circumstances, even if the Eternal Emperor is bombarded to slag, he can recover quickly, but in the face of absolute strength, the other party will not give you a chance to recover.

The true spirit dissipates...

It means complete death.

Not a trace was left at all...

It's not even possible to be reincarnated.

It's like heaven and earth...

This person has never been there.

But Chu Ming's glorious deeds...

But it is eternal and immortal.

It has spread all over the bounded time and space, and the major holy realms...

It has been remembered by generations of descendants and remembered!

Because of the last blow of his life!

That sword, "Genesis", preserved the World Tree.

In that earth-shattering explosion...

Even the Lord of Shadows was wounded.

Seeing that the Heaven Covering Talisman is also about to be consumed.

Huge movements...

It has attracted the attention of a group of top powerhouses of the alliance in the direction of the eastern end, and the Lord of Shadows can only flee when he sees that the situation is not good.

The sixth escaped with a trace of broken true spirit...

Although the strength is not as good as before...

But it was finally rebuilt.

Barely reached the fourth level of the Eternal Emperor.

As for the traitor who collaborated with the enemy.

The alliance has attracted great attention, and the joint multi-department investigation has been launched, but a long time has passed...

There is no evidence because of suffering...

The spy has never been found.

This has also become a mystery for the ages.

Xingyun Pavilion...

An open square.

Zizhu Xianjun held a bouquet of white roses in his hand, leaned over slightly, and placed it in front of a huge tombstone.

There are several large characters engraved on the tombstone.

The tomb of the five-star general Chu Ming!

Soon after Chu Ming's death, the alliance commemorated and commended him for his outstanding exploits, as well as his great contributions to the dark department over the years.

Approved by the Holy Lord...

He was posthumously awarded the title of five-star general.

She looked up and stared intently at the stone statue standing on the tombstone.

In a trance...

It's as if everything is still stuck in the past, and that bastard is still alive vividly, but the reality has long been separated from heaven and man.

It was a statue of a man.

Tall and majestic, magnificent.

Under the golden sunlight, it adds a bit of solemnity, sacredness and sublime artistic conception...

He strides, his torso leans forward, one hand clenched into a fist, flat on his chest, the other hand clenched the saber at his waist, a posture of charging into battle, fighting bravely to kill the enemy, and his determined gaze is fixed on the front...

Every year, Qingming...

The Purple Bamboo Immortal Monarch will come here to worship once.

The breeze ruffled her hair...

She closed her eyes and stood there for a long time.

It's like reminiscing about the past...

She couldn't figure it out...

What do you like about Chu Ming?

But love is such a thing, who can say clearly?

Maybe it's just because of the other party's kendo, the attraction to her?

Or maybe she couldn't ask for it for a long time, so she developed a kind of possessiveness that she couldn't stop.

Or Chu Ming's own temperament...

That kind of heroic righteousness, fearless dedication, and the belief that we are not afraid of strong enemies and never give up.

"Ugh..."

Zizhu Immortal Jun was unhappy and sighed.

Although this bastard is stubborn and stubborn...

More stubborn than a donkey.

It also made her gnash her teeth and be heartbroken...

But she also had to admit it.

Chu Ming is a man with a blue blood and a heart that stands up to the sky.

A man of iron will.

A heroic legend!

He was a great man!

In short, the feeling that Chu Ming gave her...

It's something that no other man can give.

Even if this bastard is long gone.

But in her heart, Chu Ming's status...

No one can replace it.

The Holy Lord did not know when he stood by her side.

The Purple Bamboo Immortal Monarch snuggled up to the Holy Lord's shoulder, his eyes were blank, and he muttered to himself.

"Daddy..."

"Is Chu Ming really dead?"

"Will he go somewhere and be reincarnated?"

The Holy Lord was silent for a while, and then said.

"Even if there is a trace of broken true spirit left, like the sixth child, it will have been rebuilt a long time ago."

"In history, there is no precedent for the reincarnation of an Eternal Emperor."

"When they die, they are really dead."

The years are long, and time flies...

The vicissitudes of life, the white clouds and the dogs, I don't know what night it is, the gears of the years, I don't know what year and month it has turned to...

A soft white light, aimlessly shuttling through the time and space of the ten thousand worlds, billions of universes, does not exist in the real and the unreal, and does not intersect with all things in this heaven and earth.

Even if the thought of domination sweeps away...

I can't find this white light.

The cold and silent starry sky of the universe...

A soft ray of light...

At a certain moment, break free from nothingness.

Appeared within the Three Realms and Five Elements.

In front of you is an atmospheric blue planet...

That soft white light...

Suddenly it fell, like a meteor piercing the sky, along the horizon, until it disappeared...

When the baby opens his eyes...

There was only a blank look left in his eyes.

Past life...

There is no trace to follow.

Chu Ming was born on earth, an ordinary working-class person.

His father was a carpenter, and his mother worked in a publicly owned sugar factory.

When he was a child...

It's no different from ordinary children.,Playful by nature.,And mischievous.。

When it's time to go to school...

Chu Ming entered a township-run workers' and peasants' primary school.

Chu Dalong Tan Yue and his wife also had high hopes for Chu Ming at the beginning, hoping that the child could study hard, be positive, be admitted to university in the future, glorify his ancestors, get ahead, and be a useful person to the society.

Wishing for a son to become a dragon is the common wish of parents all over the world.

But a few years later...

Chu Dalong and his wife gradually understood...

Chu Ming is not a reading material at all.

From the first grade of elementary school...

Chu Ming is the existence of the bottom in the class.

It's often the last one.

From time to time, I can barely pass the Chinese exam.

As for the math...

It's all about multiple-choice questions, and Meng counts a few questions...

Every day after coming home from school.

I also never write homework...

After eating, he slipped out, and he couldn't even see a ghost, and the wild babies in the township, playing hide and seek all over the mountains, playing in the mud...

What marbles, shooting foreign paintings, catching stones, playing tops...

There's nothing he won't...

From time to time, I will also go to the field with some big babies to pick yellow eels and catch loaches.

I went to steal corn in the bud valley of the next village, and I was bitten by a dog on the buttocks...

When he couldn't find a playmate, he went to catch crickets in the grass and play with ants by the fence...

As soon as it was a hot summer, he would sneak around with the boys in the class, go to the nearby river, go into the water to bathe, and have a lot of fun.

In class, you are either listless, whispering, or sleeping on your desk...

The wind blows down in class, and the dog can't catch it after class...

Often when I go out, I am still clean, and when I come back, I become a little flower child.

hit too...

Dad also hits...

But after each fight...

It's better, I can manage it for a day or two, no more than three days at most, and he has made a mistake again.

A few years later...

Chu Dalong was at home, and he had never seen Chu Ming turn over a book once.

That year, Chu Ming was nine years old.

One evening...

Chu Dalong returned home with a black face.

In the afternoon, he went to hold a parent-teacher conference for Chu Ming.