Emperor Taiping watched Ren Qianxun leave, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, inevitably feeling a little happy in his heart, but more bitter. He Taiping Emperor is a dragon, and he is the emperor at a young age, ruling over hundreds of millions of sea tribes, and not long ago he defeated the white ancestor and became the strongest man on the earth. But before the number one throne in the world was hot, Ren Qianxun kicked it down, and he was naturally extremely annoyed. But fists are the last word, and in the final analysis, he is inferior to others.

The Taiping Emperor shrunk rapidly, and in a few seconds he transformed into a human form, and he made a decision in his heart, turning into a ray of light, and returning to the palace in the deep sea of the Pacific Ocean.

Although he did not kill the Taiping Emperor, Lan Ling'er felt a faint disappointment in her heart, but the general trend of the Sea Clan has gone, and it is difficult for the Taiping Emperor alone to return to the sky. It is foreseeable that for a hundred or even hundreds of years, the Sea Clan will definitely not have the strength to resist the Lu Clan. The time has come for the land race, especially the human race, to dominate the earth.

Lan Ling'er waved the Nine Palace Sword in her hand and injected a few points of spiritual power, and the Nine Palace Sword suddenly became several zhang long and half a zhang wide. Lan Ling'er jumped onto the enlarged Nine Palace Sword, turned into a sword light, and disappeared into the sky.

Thousands of feet high in the Pacific Ocean, a domineering storm like a nine-day wind blew, and everywhere it passed, waves swept into the tsunami. And the one who caused such a storm was naturally Ren Qianhiro, who unleashed the wings of the wind. The wings of the wind, a hundred miles away with a flap of wings, are the fastest in the world, but he tried to instill a little bit of thunder and lightning power in them. Thunder and lightning rage always can't cooperate well with the wings of the wind, and the arc hits him from time to time, but at this time, Ren Qianhiro can't care about the pain, and going home is the top priority.

"Mom and Dad, Fan'er, Grandpa, Grandma...... You wait for me, Chihiro will be back soon. Wait for me!" Ren Qianxun kept flapping his wings, roaring, and before he knew it, he had two lines of tears.

I don't know how long it took, Ren Qianxun finally landed and came to the sky of Haicheng. There were countless Lu Clan cultivators gathered under the sky, waiting for him to give orders to attack the Sea Clan. As everyone knows, the overall situation has been decided, and the Sea Clan, who has lost the Three Emperors in a row, is no longer the opponent of the Lu Clan in terms of peak combat power. A race that does not have peak combat power can only be enslaved.

"It's the marshal!

"That peerless figure in the sky must be a marshal!"

"How did he leave? ”

Haicheng was stationed with the cultivators of the Lu clan, and as soon as they found Ren Qianxun's figure, they were excited and ecstatic, but Ren Qianxun did not stop and leave, they were puzzled, in an uproar, and gloomy.

After a few breaths, Ren Qianxun had already left Haicheng, and in a moment he finally entered the realm of Gaocheng. He retracted his wings of the wind and flipped in the air, only to hear a thud, and he landed so hard that the asphalt was pressed out of a huge pit.

At this moment, Ren Qianxun turned into a breeze, and others only saw a vague figure and a string of afterimages left on the street, and when the afterimages dissipated, he finally returned home. At this moment, Ren Qianhiro couldn't even wait for the time to push the door in. Boom! A burst of spiritual power shot out, blasting open one wall after another, and he finally saw her on the ground.

"Fan'er! Fan'er! Your brother is back. It's back!" In less than 0.01 seconds, Ren Qianxun had already jumped out of a distance of seven or eight feet, came to Zheng Fan's side, stretched out his arms to pick her up, the touch was cold, his life was cut off, and he was afraid that it would be a moment or three after he died.

"Fan'er, wake up, wake up! I'm your brother. Wake up!" Ren Qianxun kept shaking the body that had no body temperature in his arms and was cold. This is the corpse of the person Ren Qianhiro loves the most.

"Recently, I can't breathe, and even my own shadow wants to find you, ohbaby!

You are my only two worlds are deformed, go back to talk about peace, it is easy to be sure, you are my only one, I love you, I really love you, baby, I can't love you more, in fact, I have long exceeded the boundaries of love!"

The computer in the house is still looping singles, a song "The One", this is Zheng Fan's favorite song before his death, and it is also Ren Qianxun's favorite song. It seems that at the last moment of Zheng Fan's life, he was still listening to this song and venting his thoughts of boundless love. At this moment, the song is still there, and the people are no longer there. At this point, yin and yang are separated, and they will never be seen.

"Ahh For a long time, a long long howl, this is a voice without spiritual power, already hoarse, but still stubbornly shouting. He tried in vain to use this voice to penetrate the barrier between the yang and the underworld, and to transmit the voice to the mortal who he loved the most.

He still remembered that a few days ago, in this room, there were still these two people: Fan'er and Chihiro. In a trance, he seemed to see what Zheng Fan said at that time: gloomy and sad, only farewell. How could you have thought that the day was separated, but it was goodbye. In a trance, he seemed to see Zheng Fan who was alone in the empty boudoir, looking forward to the return of his husband, and in a trance, the pretty face was in front of him, knowing that it was fake Ren Qianxun or stretched out his palm and kept stroking, stroking the cheeks that didn't exist at all.

He still sat on the ground and hugged the cold corpse, and one after another spiritual power was transmitted into it, in a vain attempt to awaken her vitality. He was still talking to Zheng Fan's corpse stupidly. He remembered that when he went out, he didn't leave a clone to protect her, raised his palm to infuse spiritual power, and kept slapping himself.

This time there was a wind outside the house, and the wind swept through the broken wall, swept through the house, making a whirring sound, and suddenly a notepad on the table was blown up, and it hit Ren Qianhiro's face hard. Ren Qianxun stretched out his left hand to pick up the notepad, and saw the three words "diary" written on the notebook. That's right, this is Zheng Fan's diary.

Ren Qianxun read Zheng Fan's diary word by word with the voice of the soul, word by word, line by line, page by page, when reading the diary, he seemed to see Zheng Fan. Zheng Fan who is alive. At this moment, he seems to have traveled through time and space to return to the past, and he looks at Zheng Fan's past life with the eyes of a bystander. When she laughs, he laughs with her, when she cries, he cries with her, she grieves and he grieves, she likes and he rejoices. It was as if he was with her and never separated.

He went mad, he went mad. This is the heavens and all the worlds, the endless universe, the saints, and the mortals are all afraid of going mad. Going mad is also known as the Dao Heart Tribulation. When the living beings are hit, their will is impacted, and their beliefs are shaken, the Dao Heart Tribulation will come quietly without warning or warning. The light ones have dissipated their skills and become wasted people, and the heavy ones have been seated and even their souls are broken.

Gradually, Ren Qianhiro's spiritual power began to collapse, his vitality dissipated, his beautiful hair began to turn white at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in a blink of an eye, it was already white, like an ancient rare master, his breath was sluggish, so low that he didn't even have the breath of the day after tomorrow. But Ren Qianxun didn't notice all this, he had gone mad and was in the Dao Heart Tribulation.

In his fantasy world, there are only two people: Chihiro and Fan'er. There are beautiful flowers, clear rivers, rolling mountains, and pleasant birdsong...... There is no strife, no enmity, no oppression, only peace and equality. It's a world of peach blossoms.

I don't know when, in the peach-blossom-like world, a leisurely voice came: "Idiot, wake up! Idiot wake up!"

ps: Writing about the plot of the tragedy, I myself was infected, and I felt a strong sense of sadness