His face suddenly changed.
Stop, stop, don't pass!
But he couldn't control his body at all.
He crossed the wall of fire, and he looked back eagerly.
He saw Marquis Wu'an's body swell rapidly, which was a precursor to self-destruction.
He also saw that Bai Lian's sword had fallen.
Finally, he saw the Marquis of Wuan move his lips towards him.
He recognized it.
Because that was the word he would dream of in his dreams.
"Damang Mountain!"
"Ye Ning'an!"
Xu Pan's roar resounded through the sky.
Chapter Thirteen Ten Thousand Years of Destiny Intertwined 5k
Ye Ning'an, that was the name of the Marquis of Wu'an.
However, no one has called the name for many years.
Even people seem to have forgotten that the Marquis of Wuan should have a real name.
Today's Marquis of Wu'an is no longer a code name, but a concrete image!
He couldn't say how tall he was, even compared to Bai Lian, he was only four inches taller.
His face was tough, with sharp edges and corners, like a knife, and there were traces of wind and frost.
In general, the Marquis of Wu'an looks unremarkable.
He is not much different from the many generals of Heluo who were born in the army.
The reason why the Marquis of Wu'an is the Marquis of Wu'an is that he was slowly carved out with his hands over the years.
Fame.
Powerful.
strength.
They live in high places, not castles in the air, and there are countless blood on the bottom.
The color of blood is one of the most eye-stimulating colors.
as now.
When Yu Yingjian cut through the sky, cut through the mortal body, and cut through the flaming green flames.
The rapid explosion instantly enveloped the entire Xingluowu.
The crumbling dock that was floating in the air finally shattered, the fragments fell into the deep sea one after another, and even the large towers collapsed.
Thousands of years of anticipation are ruined.
This is the collapse of faith.
This is also the end of a grudge.
It's just that no one cares about this at this time.
Everyone who survived the big explosion stared blankly at the blood spilled in the sky.
Blood is like a curtain.
At a certain moment, a remnant of the soul that everyone felt very familiar with appeared in the blood curtain.
"It's Marquis of Wu'an!"
The Taoist of Taixuan Daomen exclaimed.
Ye Ning'an's remnant soul did not struggle or try to escape.
He looked at the passage that was finally closed, listening to the voice that was still echoing in the air, a relieved smile suddenly appeared on his face.
enough.
As long as Xu Pan can escape smoothly, everything is enough.
Although he died here, his dream has not ended. He believes in Xu Pan, and believes that Xu Pan, who has successfully forged the gate of all beings, can reach the other side they have been chasing!
"The world is a big dream, how many times in your life is it cool in autumn?"
This kind of lamentation is still unacceptable.
Ye Ning'an's remnant soul became weaker and weaker.
He seems to have returned to the afternoon when he met Yongjia Diji.
Confused about the future, the boy bit the foxtail in distress under the tree, stepping on the soil from time to time.
Di Ji rode past, stopped, raised his whip and said, "Follow me."
"why?"
"Your eyes are different."
"... ok, I'll go with you... "
Walk.
Go to the vast sea.
Ye Ning'an always believed that there was what he wanted on the other side of the sea.
He stood up and finally looked back at Chang Di Ji, who was guarded by Qing Luan's wings.
That one, by now, is also Chang Di Ji.
"Let's go to Taixuan Daomen!"
drive-
After the sound of the whip waving, Ye Ningan walked into the white light that filled the sky.
The next moment, he disappeared.
Ye Ning'an disappeared together with the Marquis of Wu'an.
This vast world can no longer find his breath, as if he never existed.
hum.
Bai Lian heard the sword cry.
She held Yu Yingjian in her arms.
"I am here."
There is no sentence more powerful than this sentence, at least for Yu Ying.
She is very fortunate, fortunate that she is now in the form of a sword, so that she will not cry in front of Senior Sister Bai, and she will not wet Senior Sister Bai's chest with tears.
How embarrassing.
right.
But Yu Ying's spirit was still crying, Bai Lian could feel it.
ten years.
Twenty years.
She finally did it!
She finally avenged the 10,000 people who died in Canglongyuan!
From now on, the rain in Canglongyuan will not be as cold as she had experienced before.
"Did he just die like that?"
Under Qingluan's wings, Changdiji looked at her hands.
She felt that all this was very unreal, and she couldn't describe how she felt now.
She just felt trapped.
Bai Lian held her up in an awkward position, so that she was in a dilemma, not knowing how to face Bai Lian.
"Is the Marquis of Wu'an really dead?"
Compared with Chang Di Ji, who is emotionally restrained, the performance of other people is much more "unrestrained".
This fact is unbelievable!
In these hundreds of years of life, the Marquis of Wu'an encountered many dangers.