"Why?" Xu Yourong's face was a little pale.

"Zhou Yuan's door is about to open. Chen Changsheng glanced at Youpeng, but said something else.

Of course, the reopening of Zhou Yuan is a good thing, but there is no joy in his voice, because the collapse is still continuing, he followed Xu Yourong's method to turn the black stone into a heavenly book tablet, preventing the arrival of the ruined miè, but it is not enough - the snow mountain has begun to collapse, and the original heaven and earth giant force is silent again, but who can stop the snow that is gradually declining and getting bigger and bigger?

An energy storm came to the mausoleum, and with more than a dozen terrifying tearing sounds, the mausoleum began to shake violently, and several boulders above the southwest corner collapsed. The blue sky became dark because of the cracking, and there were many pieces of the sky fluttering everywhere in the wind, and I don't know when it would fall to the surface of the grassland, and there were countless fires in the Zhou Garden in the distance, black smoke and flames everywhere, and the monsters were running away in panic, and a lot of miserable howls and sorrows could be faintly heard, and the world was being ruined.

Xu Yourong stared into his eyes - she didn't have the strength to raise her hand to grab his collar, but that's what she meant - she did say before that it would be useless even if the Heavenly Book Tablet regained its balance these days, Zhou Yuan had already entered the process of destroying it, but if Zhou Yuan's door was really about to open, then why didn't they leave together, why did I leave first?

"The sky is falling. He looked her in the eye and said very seriously.

"And then?" she asked, looking him in the eye and earnestly.

"If no one holds up, no one has time to leave. ”

Chen Changsheng stood up with a yellow paper umbrella, turned to look at her and said, "I have to stay and find a way to hold on for a while." ”

Xu Yourong's slightly trembling voice was like a lake frightened by rain: "You, what's the matter...... Do you?"

What do you do? What do you do? I don't know which one she means by that.

Chen Changsheng looked at her and said honestly: "I will look at it." ”

The Heavenly Book Tablet returned to Zhou Garden, and the formation was stabilized again, winning the most precious period of time for the ****** in Zhou Garden, and the door of Zhou Garden was opening, but at the current speed, it was very likely to be too late. If the people outside didn't have time to open the Zhou Garden, the sky would fall, and the demon beasts living here and the hundreds of human cultivators who entered the Zhou Garden would all die under the fire.

Zhou Yuan will destroy miè, so many lives may die, the most direct reason is because he took out all the swords in the sword pool - don't care about the conspiracy of the demon clan, the gloomy layout of the black robe, ignore him and her rescued each other and came to the depths of the grassland, don't talk about the yellow paper umbrella and the summoning of the sword intent, in short, these things are born because of him, so naturally he has to solve them.

He once thought that if he couldn't stop Zhou Yuan's destruction, or he could try to use the short sword to take away the human cultivators and some demon beasts in Zhou Yuan, but the problem was that the space of the short sword was limited, and at this time, it had already contained ten thousand remnant swords, and there was no way to take in more things, and I believed that the same was true of the space magic weapon that Xu Yourong brought with him.

The only thing he can do now is to make Zhou Yuan's destruction slower so that the people in Zhou Yuan can have time to leave, and it is also at Youpeng's begging to fight for the possibility of survival for the countless demon beasts living on the grassland, so he has to stay, hoping to hold on a little longer, and buy some more time.

But...... Why is this? Xu Yourong didn't have time to ask this sentence, but Youpeng grabbed his shoulders and lifted it up and flew towards the sky outside the mausoleum.

Roc says it can only move one person. Chen Changsheng didn't have time to make a final explanation, so he watched Youpeng fly away with her.

The wind dances around the mausoleum. Xu Yourong was very weak and couldn't do anything at all, so he could only look at him standing on the mausoleum in a daze. She looked very seriously, as if she wanted to keep all of his face in her mind. Looking at the smaller and smaller figure on the mausoleum, she shouted, "Xu Sheng, you fool." ”

The wind was really strong, and her voice was already very small when it reached the mausoleum, but Chen Changsheng heard it and shouted a word to her, but the wind was really strong at this time, and she didn't hear it.

"My name is not Xu Sheng, my name is Chen Changsheng. ”

With that, he turned and ran towards the top of the mausoleum. The mausoleum is very large, from the main gate at the end of the Shinto to the highest point of thousands of zhang distance, and the rock blocks that make up the mausoleum body are huge, it is very difficult to climb, but fortunately, he has the strength and speed that ordinary people can hardly reach, and it did not take long to reach the highest point of the mausoleum.

He stood on the rock at the top of the mausoleum, looking at the flowing fires that kept falling in the distance, at the black smoke and burning gardens, at the shattered sky and the sky that was about to collapse in front of him, and clenched the sword in his hand—the sky was really about to collapse.

Luoluo said a word to him before he was full of affection.

That sentence was said to her by Emperor Bai: "The sky is falling, and there will be a tall man to carry it for you." ”

Now he is at the highest point of the mausoleum, which is also the highest place in the entire Zhou Garden, higher than the peak of Duyu Peak, the closest to the sky, the farthest from the ground, and the farthest to see, so he is the tallest person in the Zhou Garden now.

The sky is falling, of course, it should be up to him. This has nothing to do with the saying that with great power comes great responsibility, because he thinks that this is his own responsibility, and it just so happens that he has the ability to do so - who happens to be on the mausoleum, with an umbrella in his hand and ten thousand swords in his sheath?

He swapped hands for the dagger and the yellow paper umbrella. With a snort, the sharp dagger stabbed deep into the rock, helping him stabilize himself in the wind, and then he held out the yellow paper umbrella in his right hand toward the crumbling sky. With a bang, the yellow paper umbrella was stretched open in the strong wind and turned into a shrunken little yellow flower, as if it might be crushed into pieces by the hurricane at any time.

This yellow paper umbrella can be said to be the magic weapon with the strongest defensive ability in the world, coupled with the proud and powerful sky-covering sword intent, if it falls into the hands of a truly peerless powerhouse, it will surely bloom with extremely dazzling brilliance, but ...... It is still impossible to hold a piece of the sky with this umbrella alone, even if this is only the sky of the small world of Zhou Yuan, not to mention that this yellow paper umbrella is now in his hand, of course he is great in the younger generation, but in front of this sky, it is so small.

Please come out and help me. Chen Changsheng said in his heart.

It's his responsibility, so he's going to hold on. This also seemed to be the responsibility of those swords, but those swords were originally forced to stay in Zhou Yuan, so he used a please.

Without any pause, with his thoughts, countless terrible sword sounds sounded in the air around the boulder at the top of the mausoleum, giving birth to countless strong sword winds, and at that moment, they actually suppressed the hurricane that was raging in the Zhou Garden.

Countless swords erupted from the scabbard at his waist!

The swords flew up against the edge of the yellow paper umbrella and then quickly dispersed like a firework.

Ten thousand swords turned into dozens of sword lines, starting from the top of the mausoleum and falling into the sky, like umbrella bones.

It's a huge umbrella with a thousand-mile size.

was stretched open by Chen Changsheng, holding up the sky that was about to collapse.

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(The next chapter will be written by nine o'clock.) ）