Long Live Summons!

An hour later.

Yueyang has not escaped from the world of mirrors, but without the death of the two emperors, life has come to an end.

Bearing him in the mountains, he is still a short distance from the Dead Sea, but this little distance becomes an insurmountable heaven in his life. He struggled to lift up the mountain and fell at the last 10,000 meters... not that he didn't insist, but that it was simply an impossible task!

With the heavily wounded body, the carrying is constantly ablating its divine power with the power of the law. In front of it, there is a Dead Sea guardian supreme and full stop.

Every step of the way, he overspends his life.

To be able to walk until now.

It's already the greatest miracle of his life!

“My destiny is not mine.” Unfortunately, without the gloomy bow of the Emperor, the shoulders and ridges of Mount Li could no longer sustain this unbearable weight of life.

The mountain falls, its edge, just 10,000 meters from the Dead Sea.

Fully defended, the Dead Sea guards the supremacy, and even the whole thing retreats into the Dead Sea, immersed in its knees.

But all of this, it's all over, and the man who created the greatest miracle, it's over, it can't go on.

“If there were a stone, the great tree would surely be born interdependent and never separated.” From beneath the mountain, the Emperor of the Two Kings reached out a giant hand and seemed to want to touch the stone statue falling from the top of the mountain, touching the flower fairy who had exhausted his soul to extinguish the fossil statue of his whole body. The statue fell to the foot of the mountain, completely broken, a piece of rubble, no longer in its original beautiful form, only clean, even on the edge of the Dead Sea, also as pure as a jade, like a diamond, a piece scattered on a dirty land without dyeing.

There seems to be a fragrant soul wrapped around the palms of the two emperors.

Undoubled Emperor's Worldly Lip Corner, seems to laugh not laugh.

Slowly.

Meditation.

Never look outside again.

At this moment, what enemies, what fates, what victories, what defeats, all of us are not in his heart, his whole person returns to the most primitive starting point... no worries, no thought, everything is empty, nothing but innate innocence, innate existence.

“Jen, these are the things you crave, aren't they? Knowing that you have failed, you have persisted. Without the death of the Emperor, you can defeat all, but unfortunately you cannot defeat your own destiny! Even so, you're going to have to make one last challenge, aren't you? Yes, you've always been such a proud man! You, even an enemy, deserve to be remembered and admired! In that case, let me give you your last ride!” The guardian of the Dead Sea reached out his hand and the vast divine power was pouring down to cover the heavens and the earth. Suddenly, he stopped still and turned to sigh in the air.

In sigh, the entire immense body of the Emperor was rendered empty. If the smoke became dusty and passed with the wind, even the soul would not know when to return to chaos.

No need to fight anymore, no double emperor would have died long ago.

Everything.

The moment the mountain fell on his shoulder, it was doomed, it was over.

“Goodbye, rival of life, goodbye, the proudest and most powerful man in the Tower of Heaven!” With the greatest enemy in front of us, the Supreme Guardian of the Dead Sea has no face for joy, but has emerged an indescribable darkness. Without this greatest adversary of my life, without this enemy that I can't breathe in my heart from time to time, this victory does not bring relief and excitement, but solitude and loneliness that deepens into my bone marrow.

Tribute to the strong enemy.

Turn your face.

The guardian of the Dead Sea instantly recovered himself, he had fully restored his power and merciless, and thundered at the Dead Sea gods who were sieging the Grey Wolf from afar: “What are you doing? Can't even clean up a dog. Do you still have a face calling yourselves a god? ”

His anger shook all the gods of the Dead Sea, one bowing ear at a time, and no one dared look directly at the divine power.

Reduce the sky and red danzi look nervously at the dragon.

The most powerful guardian of the Dead Sea has defeated the Universe of the Two Kings, and is completely out of trouble in the Bureau of Destiny. Now, what should we do?

Dinobot closed his eyes and shook his head gently. He knew that it was going to end. The glimmer of hope in his heart did not appear... In fact, he knew it would end like this. However, he still chose to support his brothers, irreversibly choosing the one who could not fight against the impossible to win. Perhaps this failure will become the biggest motivation in Yueyang's life, another successful start for the kid in the future, but now this battle, he definitely can't be reversed. He was too young to be able to reverse the whole world with effort and double fists alone.

After paying a heavy price this time, he will understand, then become rational, then move towards success step by step.

By then.

His future will be unstoppable.

Now? He can only be a miserable, powerless little wretch!

“Is there no other way?” Reduce the sky and look at the dragon without dying. Almost there, Yue Titan can get out of the mirror world. Can't you really think of a way?

“There may be more, but it is not something we can achieve.” The dragon is naturally unwilling, and if he still has a little energy, if he can stand up, he will never give up and he will never sit back and watch his brothers so oppressed and bullied. But now he can't stand up, all he has left to do is hang his breath, he can't even touch his finger, what else can he do besides watch?

The Guardian of the Dead Sea did not take a look at the dragon, in his eyes it was never an enemy that needed attention.

The dragon is fierce, but has too many weaknesses.

Strong people with weaknesses will never reach supremacy, nor will they be opponents at the supremacy level.

His eyes only look at one person, Yue Titan, trapped in the mirror world, and this young man can make his supremacy feel a little threatened.

“I have to admit that at the same age and under the same conditions, I cannot do one tenth of what you are. Unfortunately, you are too young to have a foundation or an auxiliary support. Your failure, from the beginning, has been doomed. Forgive me, but the Tower of Heaven has only one Emperor. My lord does not want to see the second one again. The battle between the realm of light tomorrow and the Tower of Heaven has betrayed all its true dignity, has exhausted all the gods of light, and does not want to do it again.” The guardian of the Dead Sea moves forward like a mountain toward the world of mirrors, and with his hand, the whole battle will be over.

Yue Titan will lose.

He will be defeated by the perfect layout of the East and the calculations of Heavenly Patience. He will be defeated by the selfless dedication of the Guardian of Light and the insane obsession of the Guardian of the Dead Sea. He will be defeated by destiny. He will be defeated by destiny that has long been irreversible and that does not belong to him at all.

After the demise of the two emperors, another supergenius that could bring up the Tower of Heaven is about to fall.

If you conquer a queen on another battlefield, fall into battle and die.

Well, then.

The Tower of Heaven will sink forever, and the three Dragons, the Abyss, and the Tian Ladder will perish forever in the great rivers of history.

“Whoa, whoa!” The grey wolf, covered in blood, rushed out of a million attacks, blocked in front of the world of mirrors, opened his mouth and roared wildly. It's not the first time it's guarded the owner, but it could be the last time. In any case, it must not allow the enemy to threaten its master before he falls, the one who gives it everything and shares life every minute and every second in a joyous rage in a fight.

“Death Wolf, you are the greatest misfortune and the greatest ominous omen.” The guardian of the Dead Sea reached out and grabbed the heavily traumatized Wolf with ease, lifting it up: “You may never have thought that your birth was a revelation of the destruction of the Tower of Heaven. ”

The pupils of the Grey Wolf swept away like a tide of war.

Own birth.

A sign of the destruction of the Tower of Heaven? Is it because of yourself that the master is trapped like this today?

If that's the case, does it mean you're still alive? If you don't have yourself, maybe the owner will get a chance to live...

The gray wolf bowed his head in frustration, never before despairing, flooding his heart, the whole world decayed in decay, and his whole life dimmed in remorse. Fighting, it doesn't make any sense, everything is a mistake, not just fighting, birth, growth and existence, everything is a mistake. How good would it be if you never had yourself, never had yourself this scourge?

Perhaps the master will live happily ever after, and everyone will laugh around him, enjoying the snacks made by the Fourth Mistress herself, while Frosty Baby they run and play beside him with no worries, and the laughter of joy spills over the entire garden.

End it now, when you've never been to the world.

The gray wolf closed his eyes.

Faced with the supreme power of the Dead Sea Guardian, it no longer chooses to struggle, but to end.

“Die, you, you should never have been born into this world, your existence, doomed to a scourge, doomed to the unfortunate beginning of others. Return to the eternal sleep of chaos, and that is your only, best and ultimate destination.” The Supreme Guardian of the Dead Sea pressed the Grey Wolf heavily on the ground, and the five-coloured light in his hand gradually covered the body of the Grey Wolf, little by little, devouring it, with the rule of supremacy and the absence of will.

“Whoo!” Dead Sea Fallen Gods relieved Qi Qi.

This bitch, no matter how she fights, can't die. Now, she's finally dying.

Without it, without the mess of this bitch, then the whole battle situation, without the presence of any more factors of instability, this shocking fateful confrontation can also officially declare victory.

At a time when the soul was almost extinct, the Grey Wolf's eyes were full, and for the last time, he turned to the master who was still struggling in the world of mirrors.

Suppose you still have that legendary next life.

Then be a regular watchdog.

Under his feet.

Lazily chewing bones, letting Frosty little baby pull his tail... as long as he can return to that happy and happy beautiful garden, no matter what it becomes, no matter how strong or small, no matter how smart or clumsy, no matter what...

If there is another goodbye, be a watchdog, foolish watchdog, otherwise, better never see...

Goodbye!

Goodbye!

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Let's do two things today. It's been a long time. Let's get used to it.

Can I say this is a previous record?

Who can guess tomorrow's reversal, then the prize is three more.

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