The earth is mottled and the ravines are crisscrossed, Cang Ruo Yaozun is guarding the soft and beautiful woman behind him, his eyes are bright, he looks at Mo Qing, and said angrily: "This deity believes in you, this deity has never doubted you, Mo Qing! How can you give The deity has an explanation! You contact that Jiulian now, and you let him stop now!"
Mo Qing's right face was split open with blood by Lei Ting. He turned around and looked at Cang Ruo Yaozun who was about to go crazy with a calm expression. His eyes were very tired, and his lips were reluctantly raised, but this smile was no longer as elegant and dazzling as it was hundreds of years ago.
"If I can contact him and tell him to stop... why wait for these ninety-three years."
Cang Ruo Yaozun's body trembled: "No! You can definitely make him stop, you can definitely. Aren't you friends in life and death? Haven't you known each other for thousands of years? He is your friend, how could you not let him Stop. He can't go on like this for you!"
Mo Qing was silent.
Cang Ruo Yaozun continued: "After ten years at the most, you won't be able to hold on any longer. The result is that the soul is scattered, he is your friend, how could he see you scattered!"
Mo Qing still didn't speak.
Cang Ruo Yaozun suddenly stopped speaking, and he burst into laughter. Suddenly, he turned into a golden dragon, madly about to rush towards Mo Qing, but heard a soft female voice: "Brother Ruo, don't!"
The moment Shenlong was about to hit Mo Qing, he stopped abruptly.
Cang Ruo turned the dragon's head and looked at the woman standing behind him. I saw that the latter's face was very tired, and there were large and small scars on her body, but she still smiled hard and said softly: "Even if there are only a few years left, stay with me... Okay?"
Hot tears flowed from the huge dragon's eyes.
Mo Qing slowly opened his eyes and sighed silently when he saw this scene. He stepped up and left the place, leaving the space for the couple. Before leaving, he only left a sentence, but it seemed that he had exhausted all his strength: "Cangruo Yaozun, if you want to take revenge on Jiulian like that, I will wait for you a hundred miles away from here. Cut, eat bones and hearts, I am Mo Qing... Dai Jiulian has suffered."
When the voice fell, Mo Qing turned into a stream of light and disappeared on the vast and boundless plain.
This land is covered with dark brown blood, and the blood is like a spider web, intertwined. Under the thunder, no one could save it, and even the last corpse was chopped into pieces, becoming a real dead body.
The coercion of this Heavenly Dao is hundreds of times stronger than the coercion of Tianlei that Luo Jianqing has seen before.
Tianlei seems to be unaware of fatigue, so it keeps slashing down. It is not really unconscious, but extremely vicious. When these more than 100 Venerables fall, it will not slash to the ground, but only to the place where Mo Qing is a hundred miles away, Cang Ruo Yaozun slashed at the woman he was protecting behind him.
Another three years have passed.
"I don't believe it! I don't believe it!"
A golden light flashed, and the golden dragon swirled up, rushing straight into the sky, madly crashing into the terrifying black thundercloud. However, a lightning flash filled the sky and the earth, and immediately, the dragon was chopped down by the divine thunder and collapsed to the ground. The golden scales lost their color, and a bone-deep wound ran across its back, dripping blood.
Zi Song immediately ran over and hugged Cang Ruo, who had transformed into a human form.
Blood kept pouring out of Cang Ruo's mouth, and Zi Song poured his demonic power into his body, trying to save him. However, everything was in turmoil after all. Cang Ruo gently stretched out his hand and gently stroked the face of his sweetheart. His eyes were very soft, as if he was looking at the most precious treasure in the world.
Hot tears flowed from Zi Song's eyes and hit Cang Ruo's cheeks.
The breeze swept up the wild sand, and even more terrifying thunder was brewing in the thunderclouds.
Tears were already falling uncontrollably, but Zi Song still had the softest smile on her face, like the most beautiful sunrise flower on Long Island for tens of thousands of years. She smiled slightly, and the flowers opened slowly, her soft voice. Said: "Brother Ruo, your strength is higher than that of Mo Qing, and you can obviously live another twenty years."
Cang Ruo wanted to speak, but the blood flowing from his mouth blocked his words.
"In one of my lifetimes, I spent a thousand years lost in the Valley of the Afterlife, and practiced arbitrarily in the Second Sea for a thousand years. The thing I am most grateful for in my life is when I was two thousand years old, I went to the First Sea and greeted you. Happy birthday." The soft smile is like a bright sunshine, even if there are dark clouds behind it, there is still a great light, "If I hadn't met you, Ruo brother, what would it have been like?"
"Purple... chorus..."
"Don't talk," Zi Song smiled, "Brother Ruo, among the sixty-four Demon Lords, my strength belongs to Mo Liu, and I shouldn't have lived until now."
"The Chorus..."
"So, Brother Ruo, what else do I have to be unsatisfied with..." As the words fell, Zi Song's helpless smile became even more intense. She lowered her head and placed a kiss on Cang Ruo's forehead, placing him gently on the forehead. On the ground, staring intently.
At this glance, it seems to be extended into eternity.
When this look was over, Zi Song turned around without hesitation and walked towards the criss-crossing thunderclouds.
"Song of the Chorus!"
Cang Ruo struggled to stand up, he grabbed Zi Song's hand, but saw the latter turned his head and smiled at him. Her smile was as gentle as when she first saw it, as if a ray of sunlight suddenly shone in, illuminating the entire first sea, she said softly: "When the soul is flying away, Brother Ruo, I will meet you in every corner of the world."
The voice fell, a purple light flickered, and suddenly, a purple fire kite spread its wings and flew high, straight to the thundercloud.
"Song of the Chorus!"
Cang Ruo immediately turned into a golden dragon and chased after him, but Zi Yuan was one step faster than him, crashing straight into the thunder cloud, and exploded with a bang. The terrifying coercion instantly filled the heaven and the earth, causing the golden dragon to be knocked back to the ground, and the thundercloud was also destroyed by the self-exploding power of the demon, and it retreated a little.
Cang Ruo fell to the ground in a daze, staring at this scene at a loss.
Through his eyes, Luo Jianqing saw the fireworks blooming in the sky. The purple kite collided with the thundercloud, and the grand and brilliant firelight illuminated the whole sky. Luo Jianqing felt that his heart was constantly shaking. He wanted to break free from here, and wanted to ask Jiulian what happened there. However, all he could do was to keep watching this scene and feel the mountains and seas. come grief.
Cang Ruo's pain was deeply introduced into Luo Jianqing's heart. When he recovered, he felt that he must have wept.
However, Leiyun did not really dissipate due to the self-destruction of Yaozun. For the next four years, Cang Ruo Yaozun has been transforming into a giant dragon, constantly attacking Leiyun. His actions carried a decisive meaning, and he slammed into this thundercloud as if he were going to die, and his despair was like an abyss.
It was not until four years later, when a blood-colored thunder came down, that the golden dragon finally fell powerlessly to the ground and turned into a human form again. He glanced at a place a hundred miles away, where the thunder continued to descend. It was obvious that there was another person who was suffering and had not yet fallen.
Seven years ago, Mo Qing and Cang Ruo said, if you hate Jiulian so much, then come to me, and I have suffered on his behalf.
But now, no matter what you hate, what if you don't hate it, everything will never go back to a hundred years ago.
At that time, the sixty-four demon gods galloped in the demon world, unrestrained and unrestrained, with joy in life and fear in death!
The past has become the past, the red Razer is brewing and circling in the thundercloud, Cang Ruo is lying on the ground, looking at the boundless sky. He suddenly laughed in a low voice, the laughter became louder and stronger, and at the end he seemed to be crying, but he didn't shed a single tear from the beginning to the end.
At the end, what was his last word
Like many venerables, cursed Jiulian, cursed him not to die, and lived as a slave and an animal
Or do you hate yourself for what you shouldn't, regret the choices you made, and want to start over
Cang Ruo's laughter stopped abruptly, and the thunder in the sky seemed to be about to descend.
He stared blankly at the dark clouds in the sky, and murmured the last words of his long life: "Zi Song..."
boom!
A blood-red thunder suddenly fell!
At this moment, Luo Jianqing suddenly felt a light on his body, and he finally left the body of Cang Ruo Yaozun. Before he had time to be surprised, he saw the person he had followed for hundreds of years but had never seen before.
With a handsome and bright face, long and narrow eyes, and high above the nine heavens, only a divine beast has an air of grace!
Luo Jianqing opened his eyes wide, looking at Cang Ruo Yaozun in disbelief, his heart trembled.
This Cang Ruo Yaozun actually looks seven points similar to Jin Li!
However, Tiandao did not give Luo Jianqing time to think about it again, the blood thunder had already split, burying Cang Ruo's body. When the thunder fell, it suddenly started to rain. The drizzle seemed to speak softly, washing away the mottled blood on the ground, washing away all the past sins.
If a dragon has tears, it must rain.
In the end, Cang Ruo still cried, but all the sixty-four demon venerables perished, and none of the more than 100 human race venerables survived.
All are soulless.
No, maybe there is Mo Qing...
Luo Jianqing suddenly raised hope. Who would have guessed that the scene in front of him suddenly turned. One second, the thunderbolt from a hundred miles away was still slashing, and the next second, it became a no-man's land. On the empty and barren land, Luo Jianqing suddenly saw that the blood of countless human sages gathered together to form a vast and boundless sea.
The blood of the sixty-four venerables of the demon race infiltrated the earth, and with the loud rumbling sound, big mountains rose from the ground. These mountain peaks are blood-red, as if carved with blood, forming a straight line across this plain.
First the first mountain was uplifted and built, then the second mountain, the third…
When the sixty-third mountain towered to the ground, in front of all the peaks, a mountain slowly rose from the ground. It didn't rise very fast, but it gradually surpassed the height of all the peaks. More than the birds, more than the clouds, more than the height of the naked eye, standing there alone and lonely.
Such a scene shocked Luo Jianqing, because he really couldn't be familiar with these places anymore.
This sea is the Fengshen Sea, and every ten years there will be a strong wind blowing in the extreme north, and no one can enter!
This mountain is the dry mountain, where two peerless powers of the Mahayana period have fallen!
Cang Ruo Yaozun said that there are thirty-six states, eight wastelands and three dangerous places on Xuantian Continent.
Why only three
Just because this extreme northern land was created by the blood of more than 100 venerables of the two races 30,000 years ago!
Luo Jianqing looked at the slow formation of the extremely northern land, and was shocked by this majestic and terrifying scene, but soon his eyes were suddenly completely dark, and an ancient vicissitudes of life sounded beside his ear, mixed with a sigh: "That's it... Jiulian, do you have nothing to say to me?"
Luo Jianqing was silent for a long time, and the dream of Huang Liangyi was still lingering in his heart for a long time. He tried his best to calm his voice and said: "If the junior is the master of Jiulian, he will definitely feel remorse. Although the junior is not, But the junior also wants to say sorry to the senior on behalf of the master. It's just the senior, there may be some misunderstandings and accidents, you must not... "
"Even if there are misunderstandings and accidents, we have already fallen."
Luo Jianqing was silent for a long time before he said, "Senior, aren't you here?"
"You have just seen it in the illusion, the deity has fallen for 30,000 years."
Luo Jianqing couldn't help but ask: "Senior, why do you let the junior know about those..."
Jin Long let out a long sigh, and there was no more arrogance and arrogance in his tone 30,000 years ago, but with endless fatigue: "Mo Qing seems to have handed something to you, but you received it."
Luo Jianqing was suddenly stunned. He is now in darkness, and he doesn't know where Senior Cang Ruo is. It can be said that the enemy is in the dark and I am in the light. After thinking for a while, Luo Jianqing still decided to take out the accepting ring. He didn't know how the Cangruo Yaozun knew about the accepting ring, but even if he wanted to hide the accepting ring, he would definitely use Cangruo Yao. With the strength of Zun, it is completely easy to find this ring.
Luo Jianqing took out the receiving ring and respectfully said: "Senior, senior Mo Qing gave this receiving ring to the junior."
The next moment, a breeze swept across Luo Jianqing's palm, and Na Jie disappeared suddenly.
After a long time, Cang Ruo's hoarse laughter sounded, and he smiled helplessly.
After listening to him laughing for a long time, Luo Jianqing finally said, "Senior."
The laughter stopped abruptly, Cang Ruo said: "Mo Qing's last wish has been received by the deity, but in this life, the deity never owes him Mo Qing and Jiulian, only they owe the deity. You say, why does the deity help him? Fulfill your last wish and help you?"
Luo Jianqing was stunned for a moment.
His brain turned quickly, and he understood the meaning of Cang Ruo Yaozun almost instantly.
He never imagined that there would be such a thing in Senior Mo Qing's holding ring. More than ten years ago, he got this receiving ring from Senior Mo Qing, and Senior Mo Qing only said that he hoped that he would never use this ring, and would never open it. Could it be that from that moment, Senior Mo Qing knew that one day he would meet this Cang Ruo Yaozun and be swallowed by him
Luo Jianqing pondered for a moment, and said calmly: "Senior seems to know that the junior is practicing the same technique as Master Jiulian. In the illusion just now, the junior saw the failure of Master Jiulian and the hatred of the senior. "Senior, that junior dared to ask, what do you hate, is it the Jiulian Patriarch or the Tao of Heaven?"
"What's the difference."
Luo Jianqing smiled slightly: "Naturally there is a difference. The failure of the Jiu Lian Patriarch has led to the fall of hundreds of venerables, and it has also caused the two families to no longer be able to reproduce their former glory. But if the Jiu Lian Patriarch is The loser, Tiandao is the initiator. You also know that the reason why Jiulian Master wants to overthrow this day is not only for himself, but also for the fact that no one has become an immortal for thousands of years."
Cang Ruo didn't answer.
Luo Jianqing said again: "Master Jiulian realized that there was a difference in the way of heaven, so he was determined to overturn the sky. What he did was for everyone who survived under the way of heaven. He failed, it was his fault, but the real The enemy, shouldn't it be the way of the day?"
Cang Ruo still didn't make a sound.
Luo Jianqing continued: "Junior once heard a senior say that Jiulian master only cultivated to the seventh floor of "Nine Lotus Capture the Sky", and he could not go any further. Now, the younger generation has already reached this level. "Nine Lotus Capture the Heavens Record" has reached the sixth floor, and will soon reach the realm of Jiulian Patriarch. Although the strength is far inferior to Jiulian Patriarch, the junior is the only one who has the opportunity to go again in the past 30,000 years. Heavenly man!"
Cang Ruo whispered: "So, what do you want to say?"
Luo Jianqing's eyes were firm, and he said calmly and calmly: "I, Luo Jianqing, are going to win the sky!"