Transcending the Nine Heavens

At this moment, even though the five people did not feel much because they entered into the realm of things I had forgotten, they still felt a sense of quiet and tranquillity and even a sense of peace and joy in their hearts.

In the midst of the underworld, a phantom-like ghost said softly: “... don't dance lightly in the clouds... the third life on the road can make up the sky... Yin and Yang need to spare Qian... the evil Qi is not false...”

The voice sounds like a dream. If nothing, the five people who hear it feel like they should be dreaming. However, the sound is loud and clear in everyone's heart. It is truthful.

At this moment, everyone's heart is filled with joy...

Chu Yang is in the process of fixing, the unstoppable outlines a picture: a snowy area, a thousand miles, spotless, jade clean ice. And on this snowy stretch connecting the heavens and the earth, a wonderful to the extreme red figure is dancing on his own.

The Yiren carry songs and dances with infinite tenderness and love.

That beautiful face, that gruesome look, that wonderful song... everything is so clear, so indelible.

“... dance not lightly all your life, dance all your life bitter, dance as a king all your life, dance all your life...”

Chu Yang's heart vibrated, his eyes closed tightly, but his heart looked at the dancing red figure without turning a blind eye, muttering to himself: “Dance lightly...”

With the emotional fluctuations in Chuyang, all four women received the exact same image at the same time. The white snow in succession, the magical figure of the red clothes dancing in the Nine Heavens, that day the general but gruesome singing...

Don't sit on your knees, close your eyes, quietly shed two lines of tears...

Five people's hearts heard a ghost sigh at the same time, and it seemed that… they were all sighing? Sad?

A song that sounded in the atmosphere of the underworld.

A completely strange but infinitely familiar voice that sounds soft.

“… may be an unfinished marriage…

Maybe it's the hard part of the next life...

I only met you in this life...

Xu Yi's face... and your red dust...

This heart... is no longer cold...

… "(Wrote this song, not finished; time issue, urgent update; maybe I'll make it up to you later. If you're interested in brothers and sisters, you can make it up to me.

Five people listened seriously, just felt emotional inside...

It smells a little sour...

……

I don't know how far away, on a special blue planet, a white teenager, white as snow, sitting quietly on the deck of a big boat, with a slightly distant look...

“So fast... you finally let your destiny trajectory... beyond the control of the heavens and the earth... and see if you can grasp this affair, can you not be separated anymore, achieve eternity...”

“If you do get there… you will be eligible… to fight me. ”

……

“Nine Hellfish... finally found the right master...” A young man in black stood in a void and frosted his face all year long, revealing a rare smile.

“Good boy, hurry up and make some progress... the world is so lonely...”

“If he had one more you, or he wouldn't be so lonely...”

While Chu Yang and the rest of the family were busy upgrading... at the same time in the distant Mo Yun Tian--

Two book maniacs, all the way to the wind and dust servants, day and night, finally rushed back to Mo Yuntian!

Mo Yuntian is fighting, but when he heard that two people were back, Yuan Tian ordered them to see each other at the first time.

Palace, underground practice room.

Speaking of this, it has to be explained that practice, especially by skilled practitioners, is, of course, better in a relatively wide area; because, when empty, it is more conducive to mobilizing a large amount of heavenly and earth spiritual aids from other nearby places.

Especially at the Yuan Tie level, which is almost a throughput, you can absorb as much spirituality as you can for hundreds of miles; so his practice needs to be more vacant.

However, what makes intellectuals, such as book madmen and painting kings, particularly confused is that the choice of Yuan Tian is counterproductive!

Raw creates such an underground refinery that you can't see your hands on.

Plus, it's full of Mo Yuntian specialties - Mo Jing.

Practicing in such an environment, the unique dark fog of Mojing rises, even if the saint is strong, in such an environment you can't reach five fingers, open your eyes!

But Yuan Tian always insisted, and practiced for hundreds of thousands of years as soon as he insisted...

“How's it going?” Yuan Tian bore both hands to ask.

“Task failed.” The book madman and the painting king both sighed at the same time: “When I first entered the demonic emperor, I encountered the five main guard sieges of the demonic emperor... all the way to battle, continuously wounded...”

“As soon as he entered the demon emperor, he was besieged by the five main guards of the demon emperor?!” Yuan Tian Qian Yi: “How is this possible? ”

Two people are silent.

Though it is impossible to say it in the mouth of Yuan Tian, it is certain in the heart that this must be true!

Though the two kings of calligraphy and painting have returned, they can see at first sight the peculiar smell of heavy wounds. As a saint peak strong, you would never have been so badly hurt if you hadn't met the siege of the same level of strength!

Unless the demon queen did it herself.

Even if the demon queen herself, if there is only one demon queen, in terms of the strength of the book madman and other three people working together, even if victory is impossible, there is still a great chance to retreat from the whole body, the severity of the injury will not be sustained.

“What the hell is going on? Has it changed?” Yuan Tian wrinkled his eyebrows.

“Speaking of which, we are a little bit careless.” Book madness and pain: “In order to save time, after entering the demonic emperor, the day began to fly fast... but I didn't expect that the day coincidentally coincided with the birth of the demonic queen, the whole demonic emperor celebrated it, and no one was allowed to fly over the demonic emperor...”

“Just moments later, I met several demonic newborn generations to intercept; then everyone wounded the interceptor… Finally provoked the anger of the demon queen and ordered the five guards to siege…” The book freak honestly told the whole story.

Yuan Tian Tian long sighed: “This is happening...”

For a while, I really don't know what it feels like.

This time, three guards were sent out at the same time. I thought that for Dreamless and Chuyang, killing chickens with a cow knife was doomed to be the last blow of Lei Ting Wan Jun, so I don't have to worry about the two of them anymore.

But it didn't occur to me that this kind of mold could be touched.

Accidentally encountered the Queen's birthday, triggering a conflict that should never have started...

Even in detail, this is really my side of the loss.

Is Chuyang the guy who actually has such a channel?

Such a decision can't kill him! This is really weird...

“Where's the chess king?” Yuan Tian sighed and asked: “Seriously hurt? ”

The book crazed and said: "The chess king... was surrounded by the four main guards... most of the chess brothers have...”

“Dead?!” Yuan Tian's voice suddenly grew louder, and he turned back sharply, dying to look at the book madman: “How dare they seriously kill the chess king? ”

More than a chess king, if the two of us weren't coincidental, most of us would have walked for a long time!

The two kings of books and paintings overshadowed their heads!

Yuan Tian only feels his heart struck by a heavy blow.

He had just tried to speculate in the worst possible direction; but it never occurred to him that the demon emperor really had the nerve to kill one of his seven star guards!

It's not a misunderstanding anymore, it's a misunderstanding! Intentionally!

Otherwise, no matter what kind of misunderstanding, as long as no human life is lost, how can it ultimately be explained clearly and there is room for mediation? What about the loss of the life of a saint who was strong at the summit?

If the other party is not intentionally two heavens and earth become the death vengeance, then, even if serious injuries are dying, only the demon queen and the Yuan Tian Qian Emperor opposite each other, one sentence can be completely revealed, whether apology or compensation or anything, it is easy to say!

But now that people are dead, the nature of the incident is completely different! Especially since the target of death is also one of the seven-star guards involved in Heaven's luck… this time things are very unusual.

Whatever the case, the life of a saint's peak mighty man is irreparable!

Is there anything of equal value besides the life of someone of the same rank?!

But the whole Nine Kings of Heaven, how many are such strong men?

……

Boom!

Yuan Tian weighed a palm, it was right on the side of the ink crystal wall, the room fell into a dead silence, half a mile, Yuan Tian said cold: “demon heart! You're a liar this time! ”

“Wow," that whole wall of ink crystal turned neatly into powder.

Black fog and dust rise instantly!

At this moment, the face of Yuan Tian has become as cold as ice.

The two kings stood expressionlessly with deep eyes, equally deeply saddened.

The pain of suddenly missing one of our brothers, who has been with us for millions of years, is that something that ordinary people can understand?

Brush The brush sounded quietly.

Four people suddenly appeared in the underground practice field like ghosts. A soft voice laughed. “Are you two old boys coming back? How's it going? You having fun this time? What took you so long to touch the fish outside?! ”

Four of the seven star guards are here.

These seven people have strong feelings for each other. When they hear that the brothers are back, the others, wherever they are, are going to rush back to greet each other.

The man who talks is the boss of the seven-star escort, Heart King! Seamless!

However, after the King of Hearts had spoken, he had not heard the expected reply from the old brothers, but had confined himself to a silent silence of death, a situation in which four people had to be one.

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