Realms In The Firmament

Zongxingyu stood still, his chest fluctuated violently, his face blushed, the blues on his forehead drummed out, his heavy breath, his large mouth gasped, his divine color even appeared infinite.

He stood quietly for a while and suddenly rushed towards the altar like crazy, towards those who sat quietly there.

“Uncle Wang! Uncle Wang! Look at me, look at me, I'm Xingwoo, I'm Xingwoo...”

Zongxingyu's talking target still sat mechanically, his eyes grey, motionless, and he couldn't hear a single thing.

“Uncle Li! Uncle Li..."

“Uncle Knife, Uncle Knife...”

“Uncle Qian, Uncle Qian...”

Zongxingyu called out to the past one by one, but was never answered at all.

He looked desperately at these people like copper sculptures. In the past, he had infinitely cared for his elders, and suddenly a feeling of powerlessness rose in his heart, and suddenly he shouted with great sadness: “What the hell is going on?! ”

“What's going on! Why is that? ”

“You're talking! You can say anything you want, say something...”

“Look at me! I am Sung-woo, Sung-woo..."

He grabbed himself and forced a man to shake violently: “Uncle Wu, Uncle Wu, look at me, look at me... I am Xingyu, I was your favorite Xingyu...”

The man remained indifferent and unresponsive.

Zongxingyu turned around and went around in front of the man. “Uncle Wu... do you..."

He spared the front, but it prevented this man from entering the energetic path into the altar. At last, this man turned his head slowly, his grey eyes stared at him, and his eyes, which he did not understand at all, moved for a moment. Zong Xingyu saw the next joy in his heart and shouted: “Uncle Wu... it's me...”

Unfortunately, he didn't have time to finish the sentence. The man slapped him and slapped him heavily in the chest.

Pu!

This raid turned into an elbow armpit, suddenly unable to reach the defensive Zongxingyu, so hard hit, the five dirt was almost completely smashed, a bite of blood sprayed out, and his body flew far away.

Wrong non-Zongxingyu also cultivated by the world's most powerful people. Even when the mind is unstable, there is also a strong energy to guard the last line of defense. This young master of the West Hall is afraid to lose his life in vain!

However, his body is still in the middle of the sky. There is still no resentment in the heart of Zongxingyu. Only his full stomach is incredible. Looking at Uncle Wu's eyes, he is filled with deep heartache.

Uncle Wu, after striking Zongxingyu with one hand, turned his head and resumed his original position. A true spirit and energy continued to be shot out of his hand and injected into the altar.

The whole person is back in that mud sculpture state.

Wrong or not, with the amazing strength this Uncle Wu displayed, and the injuries that Zongxingyu suffered, at best one more hand, Zongxingyu will definitely die!

And Zongxingyu's mouth spit blood on the ground, bright blood red, suddenly black smoke rose in the altar, the blood on the ground quickly became fog, “suddenly” flew into the altar, the original reddish spot on the ground, no more red.

“Cough cough cough cough...” Zong Xingyu coughed constantly, barely supporting his body to climb up from the ground, the interstellar color was all gray defeat. Not only is it because of the heavy trauma, physical strength is difficult to maintain the load, but also because of the psychological blow, it is truly irreparable pain!

For a while, he stood still and stared at these people.

After a long time of practice, he cried and shouted: “Why...”

I don't know who that is!

Ask yourself? Ask Father or the devil?

Or... days?

It's called manipulation, manipulation, it's better than that!

Zongxingyu has a great voice and a trance.

He faltered backwards, one step at a time, walking outwards, almost every step of the way, spitting blood. But his eyes still stare dead at these people.

Even if these people's expressions move slightly, their eyes spin slightly, showing a little bit of care. I can also feel the warmth of the year.

Back then, if I vomited blood so much, let alone vomited blood. Even if I rubbed a little skin, these uncles could be heartbroken, but now, no one cares what I would do...

He kept retreating to a position where he could not see his figure, until he reached the exit.

None of these sixty-three people have moved one by one, nothing has changed.

No turning head, no change in color, not even a spin in the eyes.

On the ground, much of the blood spilled along the way remained as it had just been, turning into fog and flying into the altar.

The whole space is still so gloomy.

Then, Zongxingyu finally completely despaired. He laughed terribly, suddenly turned his head, fell and collided, and ran away without turning back.

At this point, Ye Xiao and others have now arrived on the outskirts of the Western Palace.

This time, Ye chuckles felt extremely abnormal, which is a feeling of feeling bad to the extreme.

“The scope does not seem to be quite right.” The first person to speak was Joan Hua Yuehuang.

Wherever practitioners, especially those of the old brand, are not always as good as Ye Jiao, but they are particularly acute about their feelings, and they are a little bit of a myth that things are wrong and their hearts are trendy.

Along the way, Ye Jiao can fully feel Jonghua Yuehuang's attitude towards himself is getting milder and gentler, and can even be said to be deliberately and unintentionally following himself and looking at himself.

Basically, no matter what the big thing is, it will be inserted into the mouth. For anything that can be related to Ye Laugh, it will be very concerned, very positive, very proactive.

In this regard, even the three old people with the land of Thunder are very tasty.

“What's wrong with that woman, how can she be so neat... roll over, that's our three apprentices! She is always so proactive and concerned, what is the matter... is it that she looks good, fascinated, wants the old cow to eat young grass..."

“Not to mention, the rolling boy does look outstanding, but the moon emperor's lady is usually not like that. Besides, I see her looking at the rolling eyes, more like her mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law...”

“It is also not good intentions, our apprentice's daughter-in-law, but they are not from the Qionghua Moon Palace. What makes her think that, and what makes her think that!” Lei Dadi's dark beard stared into his eyes, and it was obviously very unpleasant.

The wind is also very unpleasant: “That is, the old woman is really... minding her own business and robbing us all of our work... I wondered if she was going to give the disciple who was under the door a roll, so prompt well in advance, this cannot be done...”

“Yes, yes, this can never be done...”

Ye Smile is talking to the Moon Emperor.

Ye frowned and said: “Something is really wrong around the atmosphere, it seems that some variables have occurred. ”

The moon emperor nodded, "It's good, the atmosphere is really a bit wrong. ”

Ye chuckled: "Well, actually, as soon as we entered the realm of the Western Palace, I felt that basically every step forward, the killer and the fierce atmosphere, it was even more intense. ”

His deep eyes looked at the dense mountain forest ahead and took a sigh of breath and said: “I have a secret prediction, it seems that the West Palace... intends to sink with us to break the cauldron. ”

“But in our initial expectations, as well as in the information available to us… the Lord would not have done so, at least not in such a hurry, because he needed us to help him kill more people… Otherwise, it would not have been enough to complete the life of those nine altars. ”

“But now, there is this atmosphere of repression...” Ye smiled and frowned: “There must be some kind of variable that we don't know? And this situation, not only is not good for us, it doesn't match the assumption of the Magic Pride. This variable affects both sides at the same time. I'm really interested in who has this energy and creates this variable! ”

The Emperor of the Moon squinted his eyes and said: "Since it is not a demon prince, will the question arise in the second character of the Western Palace... on Zongxingyu? ”

Ye smiled silently for a moment, "This is yet to be observed, and it is not appropriate to make any assumptions at this stage. ”

“There is another possibility… that their altar needs enough energy, and if so, the current situation may arise!” Joan Huayue frowned suspiciously.

“This is absolutely impossible!” Ye chuckled and shook his head: “If it was true enough, then the West Palace would surely no longer exist... it would have been filled into the altar to complete the magic fire. ”

Joan Huayue's face changed and he said incredibly: "How is this possible? Zong Xingyu has always been the son of Zong Yuankai. Zong Yuankai was able to sacrifice anyone immediately and harshly, but not his own son. ”

Ye smiled faintly: “In some extreme cases, the son, too, can be denied. Compared to focusing more on personal power, the human taste is heavier in the blue clouds. I have traveled to the lower realm of the cold sun before, I have really witnessed too many fathers kill sons, the father's human tragedy, the so-called heroic means, the most six parents do not recognize. This is especially true, not to mention the fact that today's Zongkai is already a monster, how much humanity can it retain?! ”

At first sight, the Emperor Qionghua Moon suddenly stopped.

From this sentence, she suddenly felt an extreme heartache, causing her heart to twitch.

Looking at this calm and handsome face in front of her, she could feel the broken heart of Ye Laugh. The moon emperor could not help but create an impulse to hold him in his arms for comfort.

……

Ye Jiao walks about 700 miles from the west palace.

At this distance, however, the coalition has been subjected to unprecedented madness, with unprecedented casualties.

Yes, the obstruction we are currently facing, seriously, can only be described by the word "crazy”.

It was an extreme struggle, with no apprehension at all, with no room at all, every battle, to bloody ferocity.

The Western Palace will be staffed and killed in a totally lethal posture.

Whether it is praying for one death or fighting blood, as if they were the victims, they are the ones who are willing to defend their right to survival at all costs. They are in a state of desperation, grief and impatience.

“What's going on here? As for such a mood as a rainbow, Lei Fang dare to die?” Ye laughed with surprise.

Demon King, is Zongyuan Kai; West Palace, is the main camp of Demon Spiritual Path, which is already an undisputed fact, reality!

His Highness and Highness the West, is the source of the scourge of the blue clouds, the devastation of the heavens and the earth. This is all the more irrefutable!

So why are you people so angry? Why does it look like we bullied you instead?...

Well, that's hard to say, anyway!

It's obvious that you guys can't survive the whole blue clouds of heaven!

Ok?

Ok?!!

A wave of attacks, no matter what, an ambush, an attack, a face-to-face duel, a name challenge, even a sneak attack, poisoning, a trap, an assassination, a reckoning...

Sometimes coalition forces can find hundreds of strike fights in different directions within a day!

This frequency of attacks makes Ye Xiaoxuan Ice and others feel something. What seems to be the high level of the Western Palace to be irritated by, then, crazy?

But, but what really drives them crazy?

You can all devastate the heavens and the sky for evil. Is there anything else you cannot bear?!

……

At the highest point of the Palace building in the Western Temple, Zongxingyu sits alone, his eyes are cold, his face pale, his mouth corner with a hint of indescribability.

“Since you deprive me of the kindness I desire, I deserve to be rewarded! ”

“If you let them in, I'll have to make the most extreme stop! ”

“If you want the West Hall to dissipate quietly, I will fight back and have a glorious battle! ”

“If you enter the magic, if the west temple is doomed to extinction, but you cannot end up with a nesting sack, you must do a fierce job! ”

“If you can't watch, if you think I'm against your will, hit me! Hit me! ”

Jong-Kai had been badly wounded before, and his old wounds had not healed, but his eyes burned only mad flames.

Perhaps he didn't even realize that he was an elderly man who had lived through countless years, old and well divided. He had already passed the age of impulse, but why did he suddenly lose his temper at these moments?

That obstinacy, that deliberate mess of emotion, clearly hasn't appeared to me in more than 10,000 years...

At this moment, it spreads like wildfire burning.

Perhaps Jong-woo didn't realize that he was really hoping now that his father discovered what he had done, came to teach himself a hard lesson, set facts and reason to wake himself up; but he never wanted to be as cold and without expression as he is now.

As if there was no temperature.

I've been following the rules for too long, pretending to be for countless years, and this time, on the eve of the fall of the West Palace, I'm going to let it go. I just wanted to see if Father, after entering the demon, there was no more so-called human emotion!

Not even a little bit, a little bit, a little bit, a little bit?!

“Are you sure it's not there?” Zongxingyu stood up and looked up at the sky and roar.

He now feels nothing but stuffiness in his chest and could explode at any moment.

……