The homeland of Western Buddha, the ancient land of Changling, the space is shaking, the rays of the sun are gathering, and the woman who went to the Eastern Region has returned.
Not far from the stone platform where Suyi was sleeping, Nu Chang looked at the figure in the sky and said, "How, are you here?"
"kindness"
The lady nodded and said, "The legend of Daxia has gone to Zhongzhou. I was worried about what the demon Buddha and Zitiangong would do, so I came back first."
"They haven't changed anything yet. However, when Jiyuan appears, they can't keep silent forever. If this woman is not related to Zhiminghou, I think, even you and I will not be able to guarantee that you will not be moved." Nu Chang said.
"There is something to be done, and something not to be done. Since he kept his promise and sacrificed his vitality and freedom, we can no longer do things that make him feel cold," the lady replied.
Nu Chang sighed lightly, looked at the sleeping figure on the stone platform not far away, and said, "His body is losing vitality faster and faster, let's make a decision as soon as possible, and suppress it as soon as possible due to Changling's luck, Shang Neng Make sure the other two are not affected"
After hearing the words, the female esteemed her expression condensed, and said, "Wait, it's not a last resort, so don't choose this method."
"We can't wait. His vitality dissipated beyond our expectations. Once the life spirit began to disintegrate, everything would be too late," said the female Chang.
"I'll find a way to do this. You've just entered Consummation, and now the most important thing is to stabilize your realm, don't let his sacrifice be in vain," the female respect said solemnly. "I understand that this matter is not easy, but we must do our best. Although Changling and the Nvzun are listed as taboos in the homeland of Western Buddha, we must not be ungrateful about what we should do. Changling has trapped his freedom and can no longer be Took his life!" The female normal said sternly.
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The lady nodded and agreed. The promise he made with her at the beginning was to help her avatar reach the consummation, and now he has done it, giving up his body and helping the girl to successfully step into the supreme realm.
However, none of them expected that the imbalance of the years in the forbidden area would speed up the passage of life and longevity.
Fair trade, he has returned his freedom and should not have given his life back.
Changling is not good at strange techniques, so if he wants to prolong his life, he must find another way.
Perhaps, after resolving the matter of Huazhongdie, she needs to go to Beiyuan.
Out of the sky, in the starry sky, the corpse parade passed by at high speed, like a shooting star, passing by in a blink of an eye.
In the back, the phoenix spread its wings, kept chasing, and drove towards the depths of the universe together.
Perhaps, after leaving, he will never be able to return to the human world. However, the parade of immortal corpses is the only existence that is closest to immortals. Perhaps, where Xianjiao is going, there is the answer he has been looking for.
The star field is vast, and it has witnessed the passage of time. The speed of the three dragon corpses is so fast that even the extremely fast phoenix can only barely catch up.
"That's it, Phoenix"
When the dragon corpse and the phoenix chasing back and forth drove past a star of life, a human powerhouse at the peak of the Three Calamities saw it, stepped on it, and swept toward the sky.
However, the dragon corpse is too fast for the phoenix, and in a flash, it has disappeared into the distance.
I don't know how long I have been chasing, maybe a month, maybe two months, or a year. In the starry sky, there is no difference between day and night. The sedan chair has not stopped, and the phoenix has not stopped, and it continues to drive towards the depths of the universe. .
Just when Ning Chen thought he was going to chase forever, in front of a barren big star, the Xianjiao stopped for the first time and landed on it.
In the ringing of the jingle bells, the ghostly atmosphere in the sedan chair filled the air, and a figure in a red wedding dress walked out, with a red hijab covering her head, and the familiar aura was shocking.
In the back, the phoenix transformed into shape, and Ning Chen appeared. After seeing the woman walking out of the sedan chair, his body trembled fiercely, and a storm surged in his heart.
It's a ghost girl!
It is not the previous generation of Rakshasa, nor is it an illusory mirror image, the exact same breath is undoubtedly a ghost girl.
Perhaps, one day Zhiming will not be able to recognize himself, but he will never mistake the most red and beautiful shadow in his memory.
People always know the depth when the pain is deep.
At the same time, on the top of Zhongzhou, the situation is changing, and the legend is coming in person, walking through the land of Zhongzhou without rushing.
Tsing Yi, black-haired, cold-faced and handsome, Prince Da Xiayan came alone, not to be more martial, not to prove swords, but to seek justice for the younger generation.
He doesn't care about the competition of his peers, and even he can ignore the old bullying the young. People always need to hone in on them.
Because of an illusory prophecy, to gather the power of the world to deal with a young man who was born and died in the world, do you really think that there will be no elders after knowing his fate
The cold wind at the tail of the clothes, the wind whistling and the clouds, the strongest sword in the land of Shenzhou, came with a chill, and met all the religions in Zhongzhou.
Half a day later, in the ancient Tuli realm, the secret place guarded by the massive formations, at this moment, Tsing Yi came from a distance, one step at a time.
Dispersed, people passed, and they didn't stop for half a step.
In the depths of the ancient realm, after the battle with the magic butterfly, Tu Lizun, who was in retreat for healing, felt that the Tuli formation outside was broken, his expression sank, and his figure flashed past, blocking the intruder.
"Who are you to dare to trespass into the ancient realm of Tuli?" Tu Lizun said coldly.
"Prince Daxiayan"
Legend waved his hand, and a sword stand appeared not far away. Five swords with different breaths were equally powerful.
"No need to talk nonsense, three moves, you don't die, Xia Yan commits suicide on the spot"
The legend of Daxia first appeared murderous, with a grip of the right hand, the sword frame vibrated, and in the radiance, a bone-chilling chill swayed, the green sword was unsheathed, and a hundred miles were frozen.
"furious"
Tu Lizun's expression turned cold, he stepped on his feet, and jumped into the air, his left palm condensed the essence, and the black mist rolled like a wave.
The first move is like opening a mountain, shaking the ancient world.
Under the might of the sky, the legend is as motionless as a mountain, the green sword is cold, and the extreme turns are excited, the void is condensed, and the wind and clouds are silent.
The palm-to-sword confrontation, the most accurate sword in the world, broke through the thick black fog, and the sword was dyed vermilion.
Sword Intent entered his body, Tu Lizun groaned, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
"Tuli is destroyed, the sky is pendant"
Seeing the sword on the sword for the first time in his life, Tu Lizun's face flashed a ferocious look, disregarding the sword that penetrated his palm, the palm's momentum converged with Xie Yuan, and the tendency to fall to the sky was even more numerous.
The second move is like falling from the sky, a hundred miles down.
Qingjian was restrained, Legend let go of his hand holding the sword, and pointed at Ningyuan, the extreme meaning of the sword circled around his body, turning into an invisible sword, one sword broke the stump arm, and blood splattered all over the sky.
"Uh"
The left arm was broken, the palm stopped, Tu Lizun was too late to take the move, and the figure was still swiftly approaching the legend in front of him.
The third move, the country changes hands, the sword passes, and the wind stops.
In the last scene reflected in the eyes, on the palm of the broken arm, the green sword flew back to the legend's hand, and at the moment when the double move was converted, the blue clothes dissipated, and the sword sealed the throat.
"impossible"
The unbelievable eyes had not yet had time to close, and the next moment, the head flew up and blood spurted out into the sky.
At the last glance, I saw the only one on the sword, whether it was fortunate or unfortunate, Tu Lizun had a mouth, but he couldn't say it again. Keng, the streamer passed, the green sword returned to its sheath, the legend waved the sword, turned and left.