With a hideous face, he roared: "You can't let them escape, Li Tianming must die, everyone must die!"
"Yes, let Li Tianming go to Xuanyuan Longzong without worry, it will be very troublesome, and the emperor will not be able to deal with him."
From this point, there are people who support Li Xuanyang.
"But, they take the Star Sea Godship, what can we do? The Sun God Palace and the Emperor are not here." Someone complained.
This is a real problem.
"I have a way!"
Li Xuanyang gritted his teeth, he stared at the Qingyun Shenmu, and said, "Don't these people from Qingyun Continent regard the Qingyun Shenmu as more important than fate? Before they leave, let's just cut down the tree! See if they won't come back! "
Everyone looked at each other.
Some people wanted to say that the fruit of this tree was very useful, but because they didn't want to fight against Li Xuanyang, they resisted the idea of talking.
"Everyone, cut down trees, cut to death!"
"Yes!"
For a time, densely packed Order Celestial Clan gathered around the tree trunk of the Qingyun Shenmu, with one sword and one sword, and Consciousness and God felled crazily together.
Boom boom boom—
The old tree, which had lived for countless years, began to tremble and scream.
Buzzing!
The canopy of the tree trembling violently, countless blood turned into torrential rain and fell, and the entire Qingyun Continent could see this tragic situation.
"Sacred Tree..."
For a time, countless people cried together with Qingyun Shenmu.
Bang bang bang!
Tree felling continues.
The trunk of the Qingyun Shenmu is very thick, but it is not strong, and it will not take long for hundreds of thousands of people to cut it together.
As the Qingyun Shenmu tilted, the entire Qingyun Continent was shaking, and the whole world was crying.
Countless sorrowful cries resounded at the burial of the Jiulong Emperor.
Everyone looked at the bright red, as if the sacred tree was burning, with blood and tears rolling. At that moment, they felt the tremor of blood, the kind of sorrow flowing in everyone's heart, let them understand that as the weak, others trample on their dignity, How painful it was when I invaded my homeland.
"Sacred Tree!"
Bang bang bang!
In the emperor's funeral, everyone knelt down.
They are about to head to a new battlefield. They have won this time, but they are destined to be unable to keep the old tree that nourishes them.
In order to force Li Tianming to stop, Li Xuanyang went fiercely, and the logging did not stop at all.
When he saw the Jiulong Emperor dying away, he was even more angry.
"Cut it off!!!"
His scream resounded through the tree canopy again.
Boom!
From a certain moment, Shenmu's sorrow and despair reached its extreme, and then it suddenly turned into an angry roar, as if all the leaves had become vocal cords, roaring out the anger of the ancient creatures.
Click!
The trunk is inclined.
Completely broken.
Buzzing!
The sacred tree that had been standing in Qingyun Continent for countless years collapsed suddenly. Even if it fell, the direction of its trunk would be an uninhabited mountainous area.
At that moment, in the burial of the Jiulong Emperor, people's eyes widened, tears swirling in their eye sockets, everyone lost their voices, tears blurred their eyes, and the humiliation of losing their homes filled their hearts. This time loss, eternal life can't make up.
Shenmu, fell down.
There is no shade anymore.
There is no longer the fragrance of birds and flowers above the sun.
There is no more fruit like a sky full of stars.
There is no blood connection anymore.
Children born after that will never know what the beautiful Qingyun Shenmu in their parents’ memory looks like.
It has been lush and lush for countless years, irrigating countless generations of life, and at the end it is blood-red, using its own fall to give the people under its shelter the possibility of escape.
In the Jiulong Emperor's burial, the tree species, although they were all embryos, they all screamed, because they knew best that their mother had died at this moment.
At that moment, Li Tianming clenched his fists, he didn't look back, but wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes, and with the last hope of this continent, he flew towards the south of the sun.
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"Go to die! Go to die!"
After the fall of the sacred tree, the sky was full of dust and the whole world was plunged into a world of dust.
Can't see everything clearly.
Buzzing!
When Li Xuanyang was yelling, he seemed to hear a buzzing sound, his eyes widened, trying to see clearly what it was.
There was a sudden flash in front of my eyes.
It seems to be a bloody leaf
Ding!
It turned out to be a leaf, and it was inserted on Li Xuanyang's forehead abruptly, and it tore a wound, and after that, the leaf turned from bright red to yellow and withered completely.
This shows that the blood red poured into Li Xuanyang's body.
"what!"
He suddenly screamed, because there was a red liquid, like countless small bugs burrowing into his head, eating his flesh and blood and brain.
"help me!"
Li Xuanyang didn't even know what it was, he screamed in horror, trying to get the attention of others.
But the next moment, screams as tragic as him were everywhere.
It was worse than the previous battle.
Everyone screamed.
The whole world is screaming.
As far as I can see, they are all blood-colored leaves, so many leaves can only come from the sacred tree of Qingyun, which shows that the leaves of the fallen sacred tree have all flown.
Puff puff!
When Li Xuanyang screamed, a sea of red leaves appeared before his eyes.
very beautiful.
He was swallowed directly.
When these large leaves were withered, all their bloody colors poured into Li Xuanyang's body.
"Uh… "
Li Xuanyang struggled and twitched, his eyes widened and foaming at the mouth.
Finally, motionless.
he died.
Do not look down.
After he died, his corpse became as bright red as the original leaves, and the veins of the skin even showed veins. Then in his mouth, there was a green seedling sprouting, and it grew rapidly and sprouted. A small pink-white flower, no matter its leaves or flowers, looked extremely pure, not stained with blood at all.
The dust gradually dissipated.
It can be seen that there are blood-colored corpses everywhere around here. The corpses are gradually depressed, and they can't see their appearance. Only the colorful flowers symbolize purity and rebirth.
The Qingyun Shenmu is dead, but the place where it once took root has turned into a beautiful sea of flowers like a fairyland, and the flowers spread for thousands of miles.
No one knows that the growth of every flower means the death of an orderly heavenly race.
In the north of the mainland, there was a sea of flowers. At that time, most of the blood red leaves flew over there, and eventually withered.
The sea of flowers is bigger and more dreamy, just like a fairyland.
Only the Order Heaven became a flower.
And on this continent, the Qingyun mortals still living in the mountains are still crying for the sacred tree.
Order heaven will not forget this day.
Because, it will be recorded in history books that they killed seven million elite legions on an inconspicuous barren continent.
Among them, 1.8 million died at Green Soul Sword Peak.
Five million two million, died of Qingyun Shenmu.
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Chapter 12, a big explosion!
It's been a long time since I wrote so much.
After I finished writing, my back pain, dizziness... But my heart was fiery.
Going back to the story of the sun, compared to the coolness of stepping on people when geniuses are fighting, the series of themes of war, homeland, guardianship, and change of life against the sky can make my heart surging, as if I am in that scene, together We shed tears for the death and rebirth of Qingyun Shenmu.
On this topic, I would also like to say an episode.
I wrote the three chapters last Saturday (the three chapters I can’t stand on my knees) for a long time.
After I finished writing that day, I felt refreshed and shocked. I read it again, and once fell down by my talent. Because I haven't written the story of the sun for a while, when I wrote about the oppression and predicament, I also had a strong resonance, as if the life and death crisis facing the Azure Soul Palace had an effect on me.
Very well written!
I said with emotion.
I ignited my own blood!
Awesome!
So I happily upload, waiting for readers to be impressed by my talent.
The next day, I looked at the comment section with confidence.
Reader: Water.
I spit out old blood on the spot~
The joys and sorrows of the world really cannot communicate 0.0.
I actually talked to my daughter-in-law about this issue
(Every time I finish writing, I will let her read it first, so she is Bai Yan’s No. 1 female fan)
I said: Any high-c needs extreme suppression for the most violent outbursts. The foreshadowing requires the accumulation of word counts and repeated renderings. Although arranging the protagonist to appear at the end of the third chapter is more appetizing, in fact, even me Let him play early, and there will be nothing to do with Chapter 3 that day. Might as well use it to pave the way to the extreme. Moreover; Li Xuanyang and Xuanyangjun, the two opponents, also need to design with details (mi, color) to make readers hostile.
She: Although we say that, we readers will only arouse a sense of anticipation after reading the pavement. If we can't connect at this time, we will think that it is water. Because of the foreshadowing and rendering part, after everyone has read it, the sense of expectation is created, but they will mistakenly think that the part of'creating a sense of expectation' is useless. We will not study where our sense of expectation comes from (maybe it will suddenly happen?)... You write like this, and it’s great when you read it continuously, but readers who follow you will criticize it. This is a disadvantage. The key is that you write like this. It’s a lot of effort. It’s not as good as Water Dialogue. Anyway, this is the best water, and it’s not easy for us to distinguish.
Me: If you suffer, you will suffer. When you write a book, you should enjoy yourself first. If you are not happy, you don't believe in the story and the joys, angers, sorrows, and joys. How can you yearn for readers to be happy? If I can write about the state of blending with the characters in the book, why not worry about it? I just want to "water" difficult to write, strenuously foreshadowing, not "water conversation"! That has technical content, so it's not challenging to water!
She: Shabi, you should!
I:…
(From the first day I wrote the book, I understood a truth. Everyone is an individual with different thinking. A thousand readers have a thousand Hamlet in their hearts. Therefore, in order to satisfy some of the impatience needs of the pursuit of'knowing the outcome of the plot quickly', Therefore, it is not my way to write flowing plots while ignoring polishing, foreshadowing, inheritance and transformation. Every reader will desire a different writing style and plot development. The writer’s path is to believe in himself and blend in with the characters in the book. I write The book has been around for ten years. During this period, at least a few hundred readers taught me how to write a book. I can refer to it, but I won’t believe it all.
In this way, even if I sometimes suffer losses, are unpleasant, and misunderstood, I dare to say that I have not been perfunctory in the daily updates. )
Having said so much, the [emphasis] is—
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