"It's... is it really?"

Over the magic ground, after experiencing such a terrible burst of magic breath, there were almost no living people in the field.

There was no more than half of that large array that had been destroyed. The ground was almost scraped off three layers. Between the world and the sky, the void was unstable, like the edge of the broken ice surface, and it burst at the touch. The magical breath around it was tumbling. It stirred up an endless gust of wind. In this gust of wind, you can smell the strong **** gas. Those are the former strategists and others who were willing to give up their lives in order to stabilize the large formation...

Above the void, only two figures can move.

On the left is the Eastern Emperor Daoist, on the right is the Supreme Evil Emperor, but in this turbulent stream, they were trained as Gao Mingru and they were also seriously injured, blood stained half of their bodies, and the breath was not working, but now, They can't take care of anything...

Four eyes, just staring at a ray of white awn in the magic breath below!

This is what Langya Pavilion has collected from Xuan Tianzhan, Datian Luo Banner, Evil Emperor's Sword and Reincarnation Dao Shu, and has devoted 30 years of devotion to it?

It really became!

Although, this price may be a little bigger!

But compared to the magic breath between the heavens and the earth, the destruction in thirty-three days, the price seems to...

Thinking of the calm face of the Lord Langya when he was dying, the Eastern Emperor Dao knew that he and his thoughts were the same.

The price is worth it!

In this world, only those who were born in the light of the Langya Pavilion and fell into the darkness for three thousand years because of hatred, and finally, because of the teachings of the husband, who finally took a step away and repented, they can best understand the change of people's hearts!

To some extent, perhaps he alone is really qualified to do this step.

Presumably, he had long wanted to understand this point, so he regarded himself as the last sacrifice, flew into the magic breath, and with his own heart, this strand of white awn...

This ray of white awn, or breath, is hope!

"Quickly..."

The emperor of the Eastern Emperor suddenly became anxious and hurriedly urged.

He seemed to want to rush towards the ray of white awn and protect the light of the candlelight.

But he moved, but hesitated again.

Because even if he had such cultivation practice and knowledge, he didn’t know how to protect the wisp of white awns at this time. The Lord Langya’s death was light and handy, but he was awe-inspiring, but you told us how to do it later...

"Moan..."

But at this time, the Supreme Evil Emperor suddenly moved slightly in his heart and whispered to remind.

The Emperor of the Eastern Emperor also saw it at this time. I saw that after the ray of white awn appeared, it was not submerged by the endless magic breath around it. On the contrary, around this ray of white awn, there was a tiny scrape. The whirlwind rolled the magic breath layer by layer and revolved around it. The vortex gradually expanded and covered the whole magic land, and in the center of the vortex, there was more The more and more magic breath slowly transformed into a part of the white awn.

From a distance, it looks like a weak life, growing up gradually!

The Lord Langya didn't tell them what to do later, because they didn't have to do anything.

The appearance of this ray of white awn represents the beginning of the reversal of the magic breath...

No need to do anything, it will gradually grow on its own!

Looking at the ray of growing white awns, both the Eastern Emperor Daoist and the Supreme Evil Emperor had some surprise on their faces.

The two who fought for a lifetime had some tacit understanding at this time.

And on the vast Tianyuan continent, there are also many people who have a feeling, and they have looked far here.

The appearance of the white awn makes the whole Tianyuan different.

A long-term retreat veteran suddenly opened his eyes in surprise, carefully understanding the changes in the world.

A teenager who practiced swordsmanship diligently wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the sword in his hand a little hesitantly...

Above the mountain, a dewdrop condensed from ancient pine.

In the valley, there are small grasses that raise the branches and leaves.

There are remnants of the monster, quietly escaped into the ground.

The hard-working old Confucian scholar suddenly realized the truth!

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"Successful, that thing between the demons really succeeded..."

"Since today, is the catastrophe really no longer terrible?"

More and more people understand what is happening, and they are pleasantly surprised, and they all tell the story.

This is indeed a good day for the special book of Tianyuan.

Now that thirty years have passed, the expert who has passed the Yilou has calculated the latest time of the arrival of the big robbery. There is still no sign of the big robbery. Does this mean that the big robbery is no longer coming to the earth?

And the source of the Tianyuan scourge, the dark demonic breath in the magic land, has also been successfully resolved. Even the Protoss now shrinks and looks like a little mouse, so what's the worry?

The three-thousand-year catastrophe, Tianyuan's curse, is over...

Like the shackles on the neck, they were finally released, straight and relaxed!

The whole piece of Tianyuan is already a sea of ​​joy...

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But also at this time, some people felt a bit more melancholy out of thin air.

Just like a female fairy in Xiazhou!

The two elders in Qingyang Sect.

An empress of Nineth Heaven.

A generation of sword heads above the snowfield.

Two strange people drinking silently above the East Sea Bibo...

When their initial joy faded, they couldn't help but look up.

The catastrophe will not come, what about that person?

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In a clear and cloudless sky, suddenly there were several black traces, like the ripples appearing in the sky, the ripples slowly rotated, gradually turned into a black vortex, very clear and shallow, but clearly appeared in High above the sky.

Those who noticed this vision changed their faces and looked up.

"Is it a catastrophe?"

Someone shouted out of silence, all in horror.

"No, this is not a sign of a catastrophe..."

Someone murmured to himself, and somehow looked at the sky above.

The vortex gradually became clear, as if a channel was formed, and suddenly a ray of green air flew out of the channel, fluttering and shaking, slowly unfolding from above nine days, and two golden writings spread on the void in……

"Jian Shou Tianguan for three thousand years, don't teach the big robbery to drop Tian Yuan!"

"Now we invite all the fellows to defend the world in a battle!"

The two lines of writing are very simple and straightforward.

Only a few words, but suddenly set off an uproar in Tianyuan.

Most of the monks in the world saw endless doubts after seeing those words. They didn’t know who wrote these eight characters, and they didn’t understand the meaning of it. Tianyuan hadn’t come. What kind of robbery?

What does it mean to say that the robbery is beyond heaven?

What puzzles many juniors is who is this man and who is his fellow?

Compared with their confusion, the older generation reacted more intensely.

Both the Eastern Emperor Daoist and the Supreme Evil Emperor changed their faces at the same time, looked at each other, and then fixed their eyes on the sky.

Their brows wrinkled first, then loosened, and even brought some happy colors.

They recognized who the person who wrote these words was.

Because the word is really not very beautiful!

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The Qingyang sect, including the suzerainist Lu Qingguan, and the four elders, were shocked at the same time, their expressions were dignified, but in this dignity, they could clearly see a point of joy and a point of speechlessness. Clear relaxation...

Overlord state, forget the original city!

Among the most hidden back mountains, suddenly the door of the cave house opened.

Between the world, there was a strong wind.

The heavens and the earth seemed to be a little dark, the clouds were bleak, and a piece of heavy snow fell from the sky, dyeing the earth to a white piece of white, and in that cave, a woman with white hair and a red face, holding a handle in her arms Yuyi slowly walked out.

"God, Dao... Dao Zun is out..."

"Meet Dao Zun..."

Countless disciples from above and below the Forgotten City all fell to their knees in surprise when they saw the snow.

Because this immortal respected the customs, it was enough to alarm Tianyuan.

One of the Ten Immortals, the Forgotten City Lord, it is said that she used to retreat in the snow field for nearly a thousand years, and then appeared only when the battle between the world and the magic land reached the most critical time. The three most prosperous puppets, and later in the battle with the Protoss, frozen 30,000 miles, and forced the Protoss to retreat into a large army in Paxia, and became famous.

Judging from the three thousand years of history, the most mysterious woman in the ten statues of Immortal Dao has the fewest shots. She even showed little enthusiasm to participate in various wars. Since the return of the snowfield, she renamed Baxiazhou Tianlai City It has become the Forgotten City. Most of the time, it is only closed in the Forgotten City. Only when it is the most critical time will it be shot. It seems to be forced to do it.

Even, for such a big event as annihilating the Devil's Land, she didn't take action, and no one dared to ask her to take action...

But now, two lines appeared in the sky, she suddenly went out!

"Hey, this old kid is still alive..."

Leizhou, north of Tianyuan, is within the Song family of the immortal Tao.

Above the soft shop, there is an old man wearing fresh clothes. This person looks like Shou Yuan is not small, his eyes bags are drooping down, and his head is bare and there are few hairs, but it still gives people a complacent, young The feeling of being pretty, surrounded by countless Jiao Jimei concubines, hammered his legs and rubbed his shoulders, still holding a wine jar in his hand, filled with a gulp of pride from time to time.

Huang Sha's old monster Song Longzhu is now a well-known generation in Tianyuan.

He started in a humble life and was born in casual repair, but with his own ability, he created today's big family.

Speaking of this person~lightnovelpub.net~ There are also many interesting things. It is said that some people called out the name of Ten Sects of the Immortal Dao. This old ancestor Song jumped up and down and even hesitated to bribe. Li took a name, but the result was still unsatisfactory.

Since then, this ancestor Song has been hit hard and once said that he will never care about the world.

It seems precisely because of this oath that during the Battle of the Devil's Land, the Song family just stood by and watched.

But now, seeing the eight characters, Song's ancestor suddenly jumped up in joy and laughed on his back.

"Haha, don't wait for nothing!"

Above the blue waves of the East China Sea, the skinny old man with few teeth left patted a shoulder of the free-spirited Demon Venerable.

In the bottom of the South China Sea, an old turtle that had been sleeping for some years, when these eight words appeared, slowly opened his eyes and breathed gently. Above the South China Sea, a huge wave was set off. The sound of language rang out and swayed on the bottom of the sea.

"Finally, is it time to turn over?"