The Taiji diagram was running slowly, and Yang Sanyang frowned slightly, but he was silent.

Sometimes, the pain of the soul can indeed overpower the pain of the body.

The treasure that locked the pipa bone was pulled out, and it was a chain that shimmered with a silver sheen and fine runes flowed endlessly.

The chains, the size of a little finger, shimmered with a glittering light, stained with blood.

"You seem to know this strange treasure?" Yang Sanyang raised his head and looked at the moon god.

"Shulong Suo" Moon God sighed with emotion: "Back then, the Demon Ancestor subdued the ancestral dragon with this treasure! Then this treasure also fell on the Bailing Clan for some reason, and Dao Yuan's parents also died because of it. The Qilin King made a secret plot against Dao Yuan's parents, on the one hand, because he took the opportunity to seize his luck, and on the other hand, because of this bundle of dragon ropes. This is an innate spirit treasure...... I don't know why, Dao Yuan didn't use this treasure to entrust the Faxiang. ”

"I'm going to continue cultivating, and I don't know when I'm going to get out!" The figure of the moon god gradually dissipated into the void, and had returned to the menstrual wheel, leaving Yang Sanyang standing alone under the plane tree, staring at the sunset on the horizon in a daze.

Looking at the blood-red sunset on the horizon, Yang Sanyang couldn't help but be stunned when he turned to look at the plane tree behind him.

The leaves of the withered sycamore tree fell sometime, and the fiery red sycamore tree of the year was full of fallen leaves for some reason.

He's dead!

The Innate Spiritual Root Sycamore Tree is gradually dying!

"Is it because the Qilin clan cut off the leyline, so the sycamore tree can't be fed and gradually withered?" Yang Sanyang's eyes showed a solemn light, and for some reason, the overwhelming haze rolled up from his heart, and an ominous premonition seemed to be a haze, enveloping his heart.

Yang Sanyang's eyes showed a touch of solemnity, and his fingers touched the plane tree: "It's been three thousand years! Where have you been? No matter where you go, I will find you back." ”

"Dead, really dead!" Yang Sanyang touched the plane tree, and the next moment he controlled the streamer and dissipated between heaven and earth.

Out of the gossip array, Yang Sanyang suddenly raised his head, saw the calamity in the sky that was gradually dissipating, and couldn't help but beat in his heart, and a bad premonition rose from his heart.

Innate gossip deduction, but the heavenly machine is upside down and hazy,

Tiannan

Phoenix

Yang Sanyang controlled the golden black rainbow and escaped light, and it was shocking to see all the way, and the more he looked at it, the more difficult it became in his heart.

There are traces of great war everywhere, and it is clear that in the past 3,000 years, something earth-shattering has happened that I did not know about.

The Larks

Although he has never been here, he also knows the way to come, and the innate gossip is not vegetarian.

Yang Sanyang's escape was very fast, but in just three months, he had already crossed hundreds of millions of miles of land, descended on the Tiannan Phoenix Clan, and then found the territory of the Bailing Clan.

In ruins!

Dead Silence Desolation!

As far as the eye can see, millions of miles of land have been pushed into plains, and there is a strange ravine imprinted in the middle of the earth.

That's a weirdly shaped claw!

The trail of that claw was imprinted in the depths of the earth, forming hills and ravines.

Looking at the ravine, Yang Sanyang's heart became more and more uneasy, and a solemn smell of blood rushed into the sky, and in that ravine, the spotted corpses and blood stains were no longer human.

A figure stood above the ravine at this time, silent.

"Senior brother, why are you here?" Looking at the figure, Yang Sanyang's face was stunned, and he hurriedly flew over.

Dao Chuan looked down at the corpse of the Bailing Clan, which was integrated with the hill at his feet, and then looked at Yang Sanyang: "You are here, I have been waiting for you here for five hundred years." ”

"This is the Bailing Clan?" Yang Sanyang was a little incredulous.

What has happened in the past 3,000 years?

"The Bailing Clan has been wiped out!It's a Supreme Great Luo True God, and I can't fight against it!"

"I knew you were coming, I've been waiting for you for a long time, where have you been for these three thousand years?" Dao Chuan looked at him puzzled.

Yang Sanyang smiled bitterly, and sighed helplessly after a long time:

"What has happened in these three thousand years?"

Dao Chuan smiled bitterly: "The Qilin King and Feng Zu worked together to fight with the Four Seas Dragon Clan. ”

"I know that the Qilin King is just trying to win people's hearts. He is not a fool, he will not be involved in a real battle at this time, and he will be taken advantage of by the gods! He just wants to get benefits!" Yang Sanyang said in a low voice: "Why is this happening here? I feel the resentment of Chongxiao here, and countless unjust souls, men, women, old and young, are constantly wailing in the wind. ”

"The Bailing Clan has been exterminated, and the Dragon Clan master has been wiped out!" Dao Chuan said with a wry smile: "The unwilling resentment in the air is the unwilling wail of the unjust soul of the Bailing Clan. ”

"This place has been turned into a place of death under resentment, and it is no longer suitable for living beings to live!" said Dao Chuan smiled bitterly.

Yang Sanyang was silent when he heard this, and was silent for a long time, and after a long while, he said, "What about Dao Yuan?"

"A thousand years ago, after going to the battlefield, I never came back!" Dao Chuan smiled bitterly and took out a jade plaque from his sleeve: "The ancestor said, ask me to come here to pay respects, the Dao Yuan has fallen." This is the end of your iniquity. ”

"Impossible! No way! Senior brother, don't fool me!" Yang Sanyang's eyes stared at the jade piece, which was full of cracks and had lost its luster. The natal jade plate representing the fate of the Dao fate is broken!

He's dead!

There is no place to die!

If the true god of Da Luo wants her to die, how dare she survive?

Yang Sanyang put his hands behind his back, his eyes showed a touch of grief, and he picked up the jade plaque with trembling palms: "How can this be? How can this be? I have great merit in the Heavenly Dao, I have immeasurable luck, immeasurable creation, and the Dao Yuan has the grace to enter the Dao for me, so I shouldn't end up like this! I shouldn't! I shouldn't!"

Dao Chuan patted Yang Sanyang on the shoulder, and then sighed: "Senior brother's day mourning!"

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it! I have such good fortune, and the Dao fate crosses me into the Dao, which is a great creation, how can I die? How can I die? I shouldn't die! Her fate shouldn't be like this!" Yang Sanyang was like being struck by lightning, and his body kept trembling.

"The patriarch said, if you have nothing to do, you can find a place to cultivate! It won't be long before the turning point of the gods is coming!"

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it! I want to see the patriarch! I want to see the patriarch! It shouldn't be like this! It shouldn't be like this! Three thousand years ago, what happened? What happened?" his eyes were full of disbelief, his body trembled, and he slowly fell to his knees.

Everything is going in a good direction, but everything comes to an abrupt end and is destroyed.

"Give me hope, but why do you make me despair!" Yang Sanyang trembled his palms, his eyes full of tears.

Dao Chuan turned around and looked at the blood stains in the distant ravine, revealing a touch of unbearability.

"Why? Why didn't they let her go? She was just a poor person who had never even been certified by a Heavenly Immortal, why were they so cruel? Why?" Yang Sanyang closed his eyes, and there was a look of pain in his eyes.

When the words fell, Yang Sanyang turned into a streamer and fled directly, so shocked that Dao Chuan hurriedly shouted: "Where are you going?"

His escape was too fast, and Dao Chuan couldn't catch up at all.

"I'm going to the battlefield of the three clans, I want to see people alive and corpses when I die!" Yang Sanyang's murderous words came from the sky.

He didn't see the corpse, and he was not reconciled no matter what!

Dao Chuan stood there, looked at Yang Sanyang's back, and shook his head: "It's late! Those corpses in the battlefield have long been refined and perfected others, and they are all essences." You're too late!"

Tri-Tribal Battlefield

Yang Sanyang followed the traction of the gossip map, and fell straight down, filling the battlefield within a radius of 100,000 miles, at this time, except for the blood stains and sores all over the ground, there was no trace left.

Corpse?

I can't see a single one!

It has long been brought back by the monks of various tribes!

"This is a conspiracy! A conspiracy against Dao Yuan! Why can't you let her go? Why can't you let go of the men, women, and children of the Bailing Clan? Why? Why? To you, the Bailing Clan is just an ant that can be crushed to death, so what's the crime?" Yang Sanyang looked at the battlefield with a blank face, and the killing machine was rolling all over his body, and the Zhuxian Sword Fetus in the Shangqing Law Phase was constantly condensing at a speed of thousands of times at this time, and the innate immortal aura within it was also constantly forming.

Why?

Why?

The soles of his feet stepped on the bloody and muddy earth, which had not dried up even after a hundred years.

"Why!" Yang Sanyang showed a trace of pain in his eyes, and walked on the battlefield in a daze.

And then

A familiar qi machine came, and he was so shocked that he suddenly looked at it, and in the bloody mud, on the leaves of the sycamore tree that had been trampled to the point of inaction, a familiar qi machine came.

That's the Qi of Dao Yuan!

It was a sycamore leaf that Dao Yuan took away before leaving!

Yang Sanyang was crazy, he didn't care about the bloody mud, he pounced directly, as if he had met a treasure, and took the two crumpled leaves in his hands.

The next moment, Yang Sanyang was struck by lightning, and there was a touch of despair in his eyes.

Dead air!

He felt a strong sense of death on those two leaves!

The leaves were as red as blood, and I don't know if it was the color itself, or if it was stained with the blood and water of the battlefield, making the color so strange that people couldn't look at it directly.

It's like a blood-red gem!

On the two leaves, although the dead air has gradually become weaker, it cannot hide from his ears and eyes. Through the dead air, he seemed to see the relieved smile on his face before he died.

There is no pain, there is only a deep concern! There is a touch of reluctance in the liberation!

"Why? Why? Why do you high ancestors refuse to leave her a glimmer of life! Why! You refuse to let go of her corpse! Why do you want to extinguish my last ray of hope? Why !!?"

Yang Sanyang knelt down in the mud in pain, red blood spurted out of his mouth, revealing a thick resentment.

Unwilling!

He was not reconciled!

has done so much, tens of thousands of years of hard work, it is such a result, how willing do you call him!

ps: the third update.

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