boom!
There seemed to be a roar in the dark, but the source could not be found, and the emperor could only vaguely hear it.
There is no need to look to know that the tenth peak emperor blew himself up in Ji Ningshuang's dream and wanted to drag all the heavens to be buried with him, but unfortunately, half of the world's living beings were not injured.
puff!
When Ji Ningshuang came out of the dream, she lost her footing and almost fell down into the sky. The gods and humans did not hurt her, but they hurt her, and she resisted and blew herself up in the dream.
"Ye Chen."
Her voice was hoarse as she stumbled all the way towards the starry sky. Her body was shaky and she might fall down at any moment.
In this battle, she slaughtered half of the ten peak emperors. When the last emperor was still alive, she suffered a peak self-destruction. She was injured badly enough. She should be the only emperor in the past who was injured on the day of enlightenment. Such a miserable emperor.
However, her achievements are enough to stand out for eternity.
After all, she is only a junior emperor and has not yet had time to fully integrate into the Tao.
Under the bloody starry sky, she found her husband. Finally, she failed to take a single step and collapsed to the ground, hugging Ye Chen.
Tears had flooded her cheeks.
Ye Chen has gray hair, no sparkle in his body, no vitality in his whole body, he is as old as ashes, the kind that may break into pieces with a little force. He sacrificed his soul and his life span of 50,000 years, no matter which one, It was enough for his soul to return to the Nine Heavens.
If you don't leave yourself a way out, there will be no way out.
"Yes... I'm sorry."
Ye Chen nestled in Ji Ningshuang's arms, his voice was hoarse and so weak that it was almost inaudible.
The unparalleled God of War took his last breath just to say these three words to his wife.
Just like when she fell into his arms in front of the main hall of Dan City in her previous life, she said the same apology.
It was him who killed their children.
"No, it's not your fault."
Ji Ningshuang burst into tears like rain. The divine power of the Imperial Dao and the origin of the Imperial Dao were being poured into Ye Chen's body crazily, trying to rekindle his soul fire.
She has lost her child and does not want to lose her husband again.
However, although the emperor is supreme, he is not omnipotent. No matter how she exerts her force, no matter how she mobilizes her origin, she can no longer ignite the soul fire. Not only can it not ignite, but Ye Chen's old body has been smashed into pieces.
Today, he is too old and too fragile. No matter how gentle the origin of the Emperor's Dao is, he cannot bear it. The oil has run out and the lamp has dried up, leaving only his body and his last breath.
"Light it up, light it up for me."
Ji Ningshuang hissed in a low voice, still working frantically, just like when Ye Chen saved Ye Fan before, she was willing to give everything, regardless of the cost, as long as he could survive.
"It's not in vain."
Ye Chen smiled tiredly, blood was still pouring from his mouth, and the last remaining light in his eyes was extinguishing. Although he wanted to raise his hand to wipe away the tears on his wife's cheeks, he was unable to do so.
"Please, don't leave me."
"If my fate in the next life is not fulfilled, I would rather let the common people down...than let you down."
Ye Chen's words, hoarse and vicissitudes of life, gradually weakened. His eyes that had lost their sight slowly closed, and his old body disappeared inch by inch. Even the tears flowing from the corners of his eyes, even the tears pouring out of his mouth. The blood turned into ashes, leaving only those warm words, embellishment of a relationship full of sorrow and tears.
"No... no no..."
Ji Ningshuang went crazy and tried to reshape his body, but all she could catch were wisps of fly ash.
Her Ye Chen was buried.
The gods of war in the heavens were buried.
ah.!
The empress's roar shook the three realms.
At that moment, her hair turned white.
A scene in history is always strikingly similar.
In the last reincarnation, she fought against the devil to protect him, and she died in the battle.
In this reincarnation, he fought against the Nine Emperors alone, protected her from attaining enlightenment, and killed her until she was destroyed.
A past life and a present life.
She fell into his arms,
He also died in her arms.
"If there is an afterlife, please allow me to be in love for the rest of my life."
"If my fate in the next life is not fulfilled, I would rather let the common people down...than let you down."
Cause and effect, reincarnation.
The questions she had in her previous life were finally answered in this life.
Unfortunately, it's too late.
"Congratulations on the Holy Eucharist."
The hissing of the heavens is tragic. No matter the old or young, no matter the human or demon cultivator, all living creatures kneel down on one knee at the same moment to bid farewell to the unparalleled God of War. It was he who fought bloody battles for the Supreme Being and fought for the heavens. A glimmer of hope; it was he who used his blood and bones to ignite that ray of light for the common people.
The Holy Body lineage, the strong lineage.
He is respectable.
His name, his story, and his legend will be passed down from generation to generation, and will be carved into an immortal myth by the common people.
Why!
Emperors Tian and Ming sighed, with tears and sadness in their eyes.
The supreme love may be truly jealous of God.
Emperor Huang and Yue Shang are like this.
The same is true for Ye Chen and Yaochi.
A sermon and a burial.
This farewell means farewell forever.
"Ye Chen."
The cry of crying echoed in the mist.
That was Ruoxi, or rather, Chu Xuan and Chu Ling in her body, and Ye Chen who also wanted to hug them.
Unfortunately, they couldn't do it. The more tears they shed, the more unstable Ruoxi's breath became.
Ruoxi dominates the fusion of four people, and their emotions are always interfering with Ruoxi and Wu Lei, and may also lead to the separation of the fusion.
For a moment, Ruoxi's eyes flashed with fairy light and her tears were extinguished.
She is not heartless.
Wu Tear is not heartless. He really wants to help Chu Xuan and Chu Ling turn around, and wants to help them send Ye Chen off, but once they turn around, they will be separated.
The common people still need them when they are combined, they need them to stabilize the world and cover the position of the human world.
This is their mission and their destiny.
With the starry wind, the fairy clouds that shrouded the dusk like the sun dispersed one by one, and were annihilated one by one.
She finally fell into nothingness, and during the fall, she was divided into four people, all of them were sleeping and all had white hair.
"Send her back to Dachu."
This is the weak consciousness that Wu Tears sent out before falling asleep.
She didn't need to say it, someone else did it.
Naiwangchuan Emperor's daughter sacrificed Yun Tuan and took away the three people. Ruoxi needs to stay in Dachu to control Qiankun.
"Win, the heavens win."
Those who were still alive were stepping on the mountain of corpses, crying as they swayed, looking at the bloody world, and the light was reflected again.
But the price of this light is tragic.
In this battle, countless people from the heavens were killed, including Ye Chen, the Emperor, the Divine General, Yama, Sword Cultivator, Sheng Zun, the Emperor Ji, the Emperor's Son... The heavens had more than 90% of their peak combat power, All died in battle.
Looking around, it is difficult to see a standing quasi-emperor, and it is difficult to see a complete starry sky.
There are mountains of corpses everywhere.
There are rivers of blood flowing everywhere.
The bloody battlefield was filled with broken battle flags, and countless heroic souls were buried.
"child."
"Father, mother."
"Ancestor."
The sound of wailing and crying filled the human world.
There were bloody figures, holding their relatives and calling hysterically.
There are too many forces, sects, and races that have been completely wiped out. Perhaps no one will cry for them, but the living people and generations in the world will remember them. It is the ancestors who have piled up those things for the continuation of future generations. A bloody Great Wall.
Why!
Emperors Tian and Ming sighed again, their backs hunched over.
They have seen many misfortunes and emperors in many vicissitudes of life, but this is the first time that the emperor has been so tragic.
It is certain that he will eventually be unable to defeat the unknown variables. If there had not been that decisive battle across time and space, and if Ye Chen had achieved success that year, why would the human world have been so miserable
Bloody starry sky.
The Empress of the East Wasteland had disheveled hair, holding Ye Chen's bloody clothes in one hand and Ye Fan's armor in the other, stumbling around as if she had lost her soul.
On this day, she finally became an emperor, but she lost her two closest relatives, a husband and a child.
So what if they attain enlightenment, they can't come back.
PS: Sorry, I went to the hospital yesterday and didn't have time to update.