"Ning'er, is that you?"

Zhao Shixuan got up from the pool of blood in embarrassment, looked at the person he was thinking about, and muttered.

Lin Ning'er smiled lightly at him, her smile was as gentle and peaceful as ever, everyone admitted that she was not very beautiful, but she had the most beautiful smile in the world.

She stared at him affectionately and said, "Brother Shixuan, it's me, I'm Ning'er." ”

Zhao Shixuan's lips trembled, and tears flowed down his face.

"Daughter, daughter!"

Lin Zuolin cried, crying like a child who didn't grow up, he also had love, but his love, with the departure of his daughter, also left.

He was ruthless.

He was cold.

He was mad.

He's going to kill the whole world.

But who understands him?

Someone who understands his true feelings.

How many sleepless and lonely nights, he spent alone.

He lives in pain every day.

He had lost his most beloved Taoist woman for the sake of power, he regretted it, he blamed himself, he suffered.

So, he wants to put all his love, all his guilt, on his daughter.

But.

He also failed.

He didn't protect his daughter.

Let her die at a young age.

God knows, how painful he was!

God knows how disgusted he was with the word 'father'!

He was not a good lover.

However, God deprived him of the opportunity to be a good father.

He has a broken liver and intestines, and he borrows wine to eliminate his sorrows every night, but as everyone knows, he borrows wine to eliminate his sorrows.

So, he was lost.

He was so lost that he would let all the people in the world bury his daughter.

And now, seeing his beloved daughter again, all the pain and guilt in his heart is suppressed like a flood bursting its banks, surging out.

So, he cried.

Crying like a child who doesn't grow up.

The corners of Lin Ning'er's eyes were a little moist, and she said softly, "Dad, my daughter misses you." ”

One word.

Let Lin Zuolin collapse.

He wailed.

"Dad, everything you did for Ning'er, Ning'er saw it, Ning'er was very moved, and her mother was also very moved, she said that she didn't love the wrong man. But, Dad, stop it, Ning'er doesn't want you to ......"

One sentence after another, the words from the bottom of my heart came out of Lin Ning'er's mouth gently.

Lin Zuolin slowly fell onto the Floating Demon Array.

The blood light on his body disappeared.

The pillar of blood that soared into the sky also disappeared.

He sat limply on the Temple of Heaven.

Silently shed tears.

Zhao Shixuan also slowly achieved in a pool of blood.

The two of them looked at it, and the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood in front of them were unbearable and shocking.

All of this is their handiwork.

and all their iniquities.

They finally came to their senses.

However, it was too late.

Disaster.

Now that it has been broken down.

It is necessary to make up for it and bear it.

But now, how to make them bear all this?

Lin Ning'er and her father, her lover, talked a lot.

Chen Changsheng's fingers couldn't move a little, he was tired.

The soul-attracting qin technique had already consumed too much of his energy.

Ultimately.

Chen Changsheng stopped stroking the qin, he still wanted to continue playing, but his hands no longer had any strength.

He sat in a pool of blood and slowly closed his eyes.

As soon as the sound of the piano stopped, the road gradually became blurred.

Lin Ning'er's figure gradually blurred.

Finally, everything is gone.

Finally, it was dawn.

The morning light finally broke through the darkness and ushered in the light.

People sat in prostration, on the blood-stained ground, and their hearts were deeply relieved.

Finally, it's all right.

The early morning wind blew.

Chen Changsheng slowly opened his eyes, he got up silently, put the piano back in the storage space, and turned to leave.

"Mr. ......"

Wanli Shou called softly.

Chen Changsheng didn't stop, he walked towards the outside of the palace step by step.

So, everyone knew that the master was leaving.

"I'm waiting to send off the master. ”

Everyone knelt on the ground reverently, including Zhao Shixuan, Du Shangyin, and Lin Zuolin.

Without him, the entire Tianxuan Ancient Kingdom would have become barren and lifeless.

It's him.

Saved the entire empire.

He was a hero of the Empire.

Also a benefactor to all the people of the empire.

They bowed reverently.

Knocked their scalps, but they kept knocking...... Keep knocking ......

Chen Changsheng walked out of the palace silently, the streets along the way were bleak, and the people who survived in this catastrophe stood silently on both sides of the street.

Where Chen Changsheng passed.

All these men bowed down with all sincerity.

Because, they know.

He is God.

The savior of the world.

Chen Changsheng walked forward step by step, and then a mist rose in front of him, and he walked into the mist and never appeared again.

And before the Temple of Heaven.

Lin Zuolin got up slowly, put a sword across his neck, and smiled sadly: "My fault, I will bear it." But, Zhao Gou, Murong Yu, how can you bear your fault?"

"Yun Qian, Ning Er, I, Lin Zuolin, have come to look for you. ”

Sting!

His hand, with a stroke.

There was a blood mark on his neck, blood gushing like a spring, he took one last look at the blue sky, slowly closed his eyes, and his body fell weakly in a pool of blood.

Died of exhaustion.

"If the old man has done something wrong, he should be punished, and the old man is willing to apologize with death. ”

Du Shangyin smiled lightly, and as soon as the words fell, black poisonous blood flowed out of his mouth, and he also fell to the ground and died.

At last.

He was the only one left.

Zhao Shixuan's tears were blurred, and he was already determined to live and die.

"I believe in this cycle of life and death/I also believe in my Buddha's compassion/How can you understand/The taste of lovesickness......"

"The feeling of love and parting / Enlightenment under the Bodhi tree / I am willing to give up everything for you / Let me spend this life ......"

He sang softly, and an aura appeared in his hand.

The Red Sun Sword on the ground began to tremble violently.

Zhao Gou and Murong Yu's faces changed, and they said, "Xuan'er, don't do stupid things anymore!"

"I do things by myself, and I do things by myself. These dead souls are all caused by me, and I can't make amends, so I can only exchange my life. ”

Zhao Shixuan's voice was gentle, but it was also so decisive.

As soon as his words fell, he saw the Chiyang Sword, under the urging of Zhao Shixuan's aura, fly into the air.

Then, the Chiyang Sword fell from the sky and stabbed at Zhao Shixuan's heart.

Zhao Shixuan closed his eyes and slowly opened his arms to welcome the coming of death.

Poof!

There was a muffled sound.

Zhao Shixuan felt a shadow in front of him.

He opened his eyes.

Then, he saw Zhao Gou who was blocking in front of him.

The Chiyang Sword penetrated Zhao Gou's heart.

He looked at his son and smiled gently: "All this is the fault of my father." Father, die for you. ”

"Daddy......"

Zhao Shixuan cried again, he looked at the blood-red sword, which pierced through his father's heart, and his heart was like a knife.

Zhao Gou stretched out his hand and gently stroked Zhao Shixuan's cheek, blood kept flowing from the corners of his mouth, and he said weakly: "Xuan'er, you didn't do anything wrong, it was your father who was wrong." Father is proud to have you......"

His weak voice fell, and his own aura forced the sword out of his heart, and he himself, bleeding profusely, fell into Zhao Shixuan's arms.

"Father—"

A terrible cry came out of Zhao Shixuan's mouth, his tears were like rain, and his heart was like a knife.

Murong Yu slowly walked in front of Zhao Shixuan, she squatted down, stroked his face, and straightened his broken bangs in front of his forehead.

"Xuan'er, the queen mother is sorry for you. ”

Murong Yu murmured softly, her voice full of pain and remorse.

She lowered her head and looked at the man who had died in Xuan'er's arms, and smiled lightly at the corner of her mouth, but this smile was full of bright red blood.

"You......"

Murong Yu's voice seemed to be a couple flirting, and that beautiful face was attached to Zhao Gou's forehead.

She closed her eyes softly.

But it never opened again......

"Hehe, hehe......"

Zhao Shixuan looked up to the sky and let out a painful laugh, he was wrong, he was wrong, he was wrong from beginning to end.

His heart was like a knife, and tears flowed down his back.

Then, with his weak gaze, he looked at Zhao Chunyan, smiled miserably, and said: "Sister, my brother has no shame to live in the world, and this ancient country will be handed over to you in the future." ”

Poof!

The words fell, and a sword on the ground flew up.

Ruthlessly through his heart.

It was completely cut off.

Zhao Chunyan's body shook, her face was pale, she spurted out a mouthful of blood, staggered back a few steps, and then fell in a pool of blood, not knowing whether she was alive or dead......