Chapter 41: The Nation of Sorrows

"Wait a minute, I'll try my best to entangle the two of them, and you can leave when you have a chance!" Jun Wuji sighed solemnly. How likely is it to escape for your life in front of the two Nine Great Masters of the Earth Phase, who have evolved into the rudiments of the realm......

In fact, Jun Wuji knows very well that this possibility is very small, but if he doesn't fight, he will definitely die.

"The water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns!" Jun Wuji shouted desolately, and saw a huge waterfall falling from the sky like a nine-day angry dragon, flowing to the earth and rushing endlessly.

And these waters seem to be a long river of time, giving people a feeling that the torrent of history is gone forever.

"Jun Wuji, it seems that I still underestimate you, you can actually combine Confucianism and Taoism, and you are about to evolve into a prototype of the realm. Ling Tian said coldly, but there was no ambiguity under his hand, and a phantom of a great Buddha appeared, although they were all kind and kind-eyed, but they were drenched in blood, and all kinds of Sanskrit singing echoed.

Buddha Blood!

This is Ling Tian's mastery, the combination of Buddha and demons, and the evolution to the great success can turn into a bloody prison.

At the same time, Ao Qingyu also made a move, and what actually evolved was the phantom of a world, all-encompassing, mountains, rivers, insects, fish, birds and beasts, emperors and generals, peddlers and pawns, gods, ghosts, immortals and Buddhas, which seemed to contain all sentient beings, in a variety of forms.

Ten thousand phases of the world!

This is the prototype of the realm of Proud Whispering, which seems to be able to devour the souls of all beings, making them become members of the Ten Thousand Phases Heaven and Earth.

"This is the pinnacle of the younger generation, and each of them is peerless. Evolving your own avenue and realm prototype, and achieving the Heavenly Dao Realm in the future is an ironclad thing. ”

"This battle has benefited my generation a lot. I have learned a lot. ”

"Although Lord Jun Wuji's 'Eternal Hurry' is also a peerless avenue, it is a little overstretched in the face of the attacks of the two, and Lu Yan will not be able to escape this catastrophe today. ”

While the many monks who were watching sighed, they retreated again and again, fearing that they would be affected by the war.

A venerable blood Buddha sang, and the huge world phantom shrouded itself, and Lu Yan and Ye Qinglan struggled. If it were someone else, I am afraid that I would have climbed down long ago, and I would not have the slightest strength to resist.

Lu Yan knew that this was a dead end. At the moment, there seems to be no room for desperate effort.

"I'm sorry for the water cloud armor, I'm sorry for the annihilation, I'm sorry for Sister Wei'er, I'm sorry for Xiaobai. I'm sorry...... I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you, brother. There was a hint of determination in Lu Yan's eyes. Then he looked at Ye Qinglan beside him lovingly. The second daughter has been following her all her life, and too often she is worried and afraid of herself, and I am afraid that she will never see the day when she will reach the top.

Ye Qinglan also knew that this was a moment of life and death, but she also did not flinch, nor did she have the idea of retreating.

"I'll block it, you go!"

At the same moment, the two said in unison. But when they heard each other's words, they couldn't help but smile at each other. They couldn't know each other's personalities better if one fell. How can another man live alone?

"It was my choice to be with you, and we have never regretted it. ”

"It was a real pleasure to be with you, it was our happiest and happiest time. ”

"If there really is an afterlife, we still have to be together, away from cultivation, away from grievances, to be ordinary people in a lower space, weaving cloth and growing vegetables, no one will bother us anymore, all we think about every day is three meals a day. I have to give birth to a lot of children for you, watching them grow up day by day, we **** grow old, until the gray hair is gray, and we have to rely on each other, life is the same bed, and death is also the same hole. ”

Ye Qinglan chuckled and looked at Lu Yan, her eyes full of happy tears. At this moment, she is like a snow lotus on an iceberg, blooming a smile that makes the world eclipsed, at this moment she only has Lu Yan in her eyes, only Lu Yan. As long as he is there, as long as he can be with him, what is a non-grievance, what is success or failure, life and death, what is it!

Lu Yan hugged Ye Qinglan tightly in his arms, and at this moment, what arrogant whispers, Ling Tian, and what life and death have been forgotten.

"It's a pity that a pair of crazy men and women are resentful. ”

"Hey!

Ye Qinglan didn't have any mountain alliances and sea vows, just the most insipid words, although she always maintained the most beautiful smile, but her smile was distressing. Even the onlookers couldn't help but sigh.

But the enemy did not give them this rare warmth, and the blood-colored Buddha seal shrouded them.

"Bury me!" Lu Yan's face was as cold as a knife in an instant, even if he died, he would bloom with the most beautiful splendor, and even if he died, he would never make the enemy feel better.

He didn't use the sword, but the sword intent was omnipresent, and a venerable blood Buddha actually began to disintegrate under this endless sword intent. And Lu Yan was also not happy, his body, soul, and divine consciousness began to burn.

Bury me, the knife method that will die together, either you die or I die.

Ye Qinglan also turned into thunder in an instant, pitch-black thunder, pure destruction and death.

When you destroy your enemy, you are destroying yourself.

"No!" Jun Wuji was both shocked and angry, fighting to be seriously injured, regretting the enemy's blow, and hitting out in a hurry, the surging river of time drowned the two, as if he wanted to prevent the two from dying.

Jun Wuji's eternal hurry can indeed be regarded as a peerless avenue, and it contains a faint power of time, if the evolution is consummated, there may really be hope to pull the two back to the previous moment of desperateness, but after all, it is only barely a prototype of a realm, and if you want to save Lu Yan and the two who have made up their minds to die, they really lack the skills to return to the sky.

Seeing that the breath of life of the two is slowly draining, people seem to see the demise of the two.

However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred, and a melodious flute sounded without warning, not very strong at first, but soon rushed like a stormy wave.

Whether it was the law of the Great Dao or the prototype of the realm, it was as fragile as glass in front of this sound of the flute, and everywhere it passed, everything was wiped out.

In the end, this flute sound turned into a dragon and phoenix cast by water waves, enveloping Lu Yan and Ye Qinglan.

An incredible scene appeared, the destructive aura of the two actually slowly dissipated, and even the flow of life force was curbed and even began to recover.

This is simply a divine comedy, no! it is the flute of the avenue, the sound of nature. Everyone hears this song, as if they see a beautiful picture, this song seems to be crying like telling a poignant love story, even if the hard-hearted people have heard this song, they will definitely be moved, can not contain their feelings.

"The country of sorrow, Gongzi Heng!"

Ling Tian was startled at first, then his face changed drastically, and he said word by word, but his eyes looked at Emperor Shakti, who had already awakened.

Because everyone in the world who has a little experience knows the relationship between Gongzi Heng and the royal family of the God Realm, and he himself was named the Prince of Grief by His Majesty the God Emperor! )

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