The skirt was swaying, and the illusory figure of the woman in the blue skirt moved forward and backward strangely. As if she didn't realize it, she just dragged the troll god in place again and again, with a fierce and decisive style completely different from her usual style, and prevented him from hurting her own children.

...Everyone doesn't know that about twenty-six years ago, the owner of the medicine valley was like a madman, desperate, time and time again, broke into the great wasteland, looking for a dead soul.

Perhaps it was because the experience was too similar to the search. In the Great Wilderness, the pale and lonely leader of the ten sorcerers rarely helped them and gave them two choices...either to return to the world, or to stay in the secluded place. cold. The former can last ten years, and the latter can be extended forever.

She wanted to see the children grow up, so she chose to say goodbye to her husband at the boundary between life and death.

The husband shed tears and said: The barren miasma is cold and bitter, you have to take care.

The separation between life and death is mostly disappointment.

The only thing worth rejoicing is watching my children grow into upright and brave people day by day, and become stars who can illuminate one side in the dark night.

She, her husband, Yaogu, all owe Tiandao a kindness.

This kindness should be repaid today.

From behind, there were bursts of muffled fighting sounds, and the Liuli Sea was boiling, rising and falling.

Lu Jing fell to the ground, holding the blue-gold token in his blood-filled hands, and ran towards the huge wooden cocoon in the center of Hecheng with red eyes. The cold wind blew his sleeves, and the wind was faint, and there was still the sound of reading a long, long time ago... The woman sitting by the clear screen window grinding, the man standing in the courtyard adjusting the sword stake. The child with two small buns jumped, stepped on the light spot on the stone steps, and ran away.

My mother taught me to read poetry and books,

Dad taught me to learn swords.

My parents want me to be an adult soon,

My parents want me to shoulder the sky...

The crisp child's voice is gone, and the short childhood is gone, only the parents' expectations remain for a long time, running through a child, from the general corner to adulthood.

But, having said that, thinking this way, and looking forward to it so much, how come to the end, they always wish that even their souls would come to support their children?

Junior Brother Taiyi Liu who stayed in Hecheng City and Lu Xiaoxiao, who had just woken up, greeted him. Their cultivation base is really not enough to see in front of the level of the troll god, and they are far apart, let alone heard, even the battle situation just now. Just seeing the waves fall, there is a woman wearing a long blue dress on the Liuli Bay outside the city.

When wanted to ask something, saw that Lu Jing and Lou Jiang's faces were wrong, so they shut up and didn't speak.

Lu Jing fell in front of the huge wooden cocoon, and the azure token he held tightly in his hand flew up automatically, turning into a streamer, and did not enter the wooden cocoon.

A fresh air swirled flat, like a tornado.

At the moment when the clear air swirled, there was a sharp cracking sound from behind, and Lou Jiang saw Lu Jing's whole body suddenly shaking. He stood motionless, gritted his teeth and stared at the ground, the muscles on his face throbbing and twitching, and the veins on his neck burst out. But he didn't turn around until the end.

... Maybe, he didn't really grow up.

It was the same child who was dumbfounded, standing in a bloody room with his father covering his eyes.

He didn't dare look back.

I dare not watch that scene.

The fallen Emperor Xuan also seemed to sense some kind of danger. He stepped across the glazed sea that was like water for him, and hurried towards Crane City. Leaping high, he slashed a sword that was enough to open the sky.

A little bit of blue-gold streamer, vacated from the ground, to meet the falling black and red.

Muffled thunder masterpiece.

One sword and one sword collided, and each went backwards.

Just like a scene twelve years ago.

"really……"

Lou Jiang raised his head, looked at the man with green and green sleeves fluttering away and walked up the sky step by step, muttering to himself.

Zucheng, it is possible that it will become the second hibiscus tree after all the calamities...the natural Zhushi... nonsense, can't it be the natural Zhushi? In this world, who else is more friendly than the former Qing Emperor?

On the other side, Junior Brother Liu and Lu Xiaoxiao were completely stupid.

They stared dumbfoundedly as they walked up to the sky, lowered their eyes and pressed the knife. The noble and cold Emperor Qing had no way of connecting him with Senior Brother Ye Cang, who used to clean up their mess with a blank face in the past.

"you again."

The troll god Xiang stretched out his hand and held the Xuandi sword that flew upside down, his voice resentful.

Twelve years ago, it was Emperor Qing who slashed his vitality.

The enemy was extremely jealous when they met, and no one was talking nonsense. The green sword and black sword exploded directly in the sky into a streamer that was indistinguishable to the naked eye.

At the same time, a meteor-like golden light rose from the direction of Meicheng, fell into the sky, and landed precisely in the dragon's eye of the sky-coiling dragon composed of stars.

In the Dragon Star Age, it was a success!

Chapter 173

When the starlight rose, Jun Huaining paused in the air.

"It's done..." Huainingjun's eyes printed the scene of the twelve continents, and the starlight lifted from the ground. He devoured the Netherworld transformed by the consciousness of the Great Wilderness, and the Heavenly Dao in the world has fallen into a demon again. In this way, he is superior to the Heavenly Dao and can browse both worlds at the same time, "Is it still complete..."

He was obviously tired of everything.

The four poles, the eight directions, the yin and the yang, the sun and the moon, are all useless things with endless disputes, and the world and the ghosts are all muddy places where good and evil are indistinguishable... How can a shimmer of light cover the turbulent blood?

But when that gleam of light really rose from the mud, he was lost.

... Kuafu holding a staff, a stone turtle holding a wood, Chilong dragging a cart, Shiyi turning a stele, Changhong guarding the south... Lord Huaining forgot that he was fighting against the Tao of Heaven and was swept away by the scarlet sword. After smashing two or three hundred miles, the entire chest collapsed, but soon it swelled up again, and a large area of ​​black gas gushed out from the white clothes.