Chapter 1658: 1658
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In the brilliant light and rain, the young man took the weak little girl away and disappeared. Since then, people have never seen them again.
In all worlds, all visions collapse.
The universe seems to be dark all of a sudden. Countless people are blocked, but they are silent with tears in their eyes.
The whole world is devoid of brilliance and lifeless. The last ray of dawn in people's hearts has also been swallowed by the abyss and suppressed to the extreme.
On this day, Huang and ye died.
On this day, the female emperor who sacrificed the Tao in the desperate situation finally disappeared.
On this day, Wushi, Luo and the dark Immortal Emperor all fell.
After World War I, there is no emperor in the world!
"It's over after all." An ancestor spoke, exhausted, exhausted, and breathed a sigh of relief.
They think that seeing through the future, they will destroy the withered and decadent, kill all their opponents, and strongly rewrite history. Today is destined to be a glorious end.
However, the process is so thrilling. Now I still shudder and have lingering palpitations. I don't want to remember it again.
The ten great ancestors were born together, and six people died in the end? Like a terrible fate, consistent with the number of ancestors who died in the dream, it has not changed!
Have they rewritten history? When thinking of this problem, the four living ancestors felt cold and shivered.
"We have changed our fate. We are the ones who finally live. The famine and leaves are dead."
An ancestor said in a deep voice, in any case, victory belongs to them. They will wipe out all the enemies in World War I, and there will be no more fear and fear.
The dream shines into reality, everything is over, and all opponents who can endanger the plateau are killed.
The process is extremely difficult and dangerous, that is, the four of them almost died, and their origin has been broken many times. If they hadn't evolved for countless centuries and had a profound foundation, they would be in danger today.
Huang, overlooking his opponents, calmly told them that he would take away the three ancestors who had confronted him.
Ye, with a faint smile, feels extremely dangerous even if he dies. It's like blackening the ancestors. It's difficult to be disturbed when he dies.
The female emperor, born in brilliance, died with light. She despised them and disdained to face them with her true face. When she first entered the field of sacrificial Taoism, she killed her first ancestor.
After this battle, the bodies and hearts of several ancestors were full of holes. They didn't want to look back and never want to meet such an enemy again.
"Finally destroy all the restless seeds, and from then on... There is no emperor in the world!" An ancestor said that they could rest assured to go to sleep and recover their origin.
For the creatures of the universe, this day is extremely painful and desperate. The world and soul are gray. The real emperor fell into the era, there has never been a war, and all emperors died.
Emperor falls and people die!
……
The cold wind across the barren land, issued a whine, like someone sobbing and crying sadly, giving people a very desolate feeling.
Chu Feng fell from the air and hit the frozen soil. He coughed constantly and his mouth was covered with blood foam.
His eyes shed two lines of blood. He knelt on one knee, repressed and roared. He was so painful that he wanted to go crazy. He wanted to pierce this day, chisel through the earth, kill all his ancestors and kill all strange creatures!
However, he can't do it. He doesn't have that strength. He is just a young evolutionist and a latecomer.
He can do nothing, unable to avenge his wife and children, unable to rewrite his fate, suffocating, and he is crazy.
"Roar..." he roared like a wild beast, desperate and desolate, with angina pectoris. He couldn't see anything in his eyes, only boundless blood.
He fell to the ground with a puff, turned over and lay on his back, his chest undulating violently, gasping, and coughing blood from his mouth.
As a father, he watched his parents and children die in front of him. He was stabbed through his body by eight cold spears and carried in the air. It was bloody. The red blood... It was so sad and dazzling!
The first time we met, we weakly called his father... It also became the last time we met, and the father and son said goodbye.
Seeing the disintegration of the parent-child body, his eyes darkened and lost all his brilliance, Chu Feng's heart was torn and broken at that moment, and the pain was crazy.
He can't forgive himself. Even if his strength is inferior to the Taoist ancestors who hold the emperor's soldiers, he should appear the first time and die his children first. He can't accept this reality.
He was still alive, but his parents and children disintegrated in front of him, and his blood splashed everywhere. He stretched out his hands to hold it, but he couldn't keep anything!
And before Zhou Xi died, he stumbled and ran frantically towards his parents and children, but in a bright knife light, fresh blood splashed... That hurt Chu Feng's eyes and pierced his heart.
Ying Xiaoxiao was also killed in the light of such a knife. There was pain and nostalgia on his pale face. He was looking at him until his death. He was so sad and helpless.
The demon has unparalleled talent and should have a bright future, but in this disaster, it was thrown a war spear from the sky by strange creatures of a higher level, and directly nailed to the bloody earth. It is sad and fierce.
There are also yellow cattle, Ouyang Dalong, Laogu, dongdahu, big black cattle, LV Bohu, Ying Wudi, ziluan, Qin Luoyin, Ying relegated immortal, holly, temple fairy... Too many people, pitiful and pathetic, collapsed under the emperor's soldiers, and even the last unwilling cry did not come out. Familiar and friendly faces flashed in Chu Feng's heart. All kinds of things in the past, As if it were yesterday. Those familiar, strange, everyone is dead! Chu Feng's era was cut off and the future was cut off. Everyone paid his blood and fire and disappeared, as if he had never been in this world. A generation... Just died, and everything became a war. Chu Feng lay on the frozen soil, motionless, like a dead body, with empty eyes, lifeless, completely dead gray. One day, two days... It snowed heavily in the sky and flooded him. He was like a lonely wanderer who died in the wild and homeless. His heart died, and the cold frozen soil carried his cold shell Although many days have passed since the last World War, its influence and storm are far from subsided. There are no emperors in all ages, the Taoist ancestors have died, and the whole world is vast, full of mourning and injury. Even so, the creatures in the earth didn't stop. The three Lu Ji level creatures who were still alive came out, raised their arms and rowed across the world indifferently. Poof! On that day, even the Immortal King in the world and the remaining old evolutionists collapsed, like being cut by someone! In this bloody age, the palm of the Immortal Emperor crossed the void, representing a knife of heaven's will. It is aimed at all the immortal kings remaining in the world. No one can resist. Everyone's origin has been split, quickly changed, disintegrated and died miserably. The Immortal Emperor can create a world with one thought, and can tear apart the big world of all parties at the moment of opening his eyes. His every move represents the destiny of heaven. Especially in the age when there were no emperors in the world, the three immortal emperors in Eritrea cut through the world with their palms and fingers. Naturally, there was no trace of resistance and no one could resist! They aim at the fairy king like a great net of destiny. You have unparalleled talent and amazing results. You still can't get rid of it. All kings die. Even the creatures at the level of true immortals, some people were affected and died miserably on that day. Targeted killing, when the big net falls, the more powerful the fish is, the more difficult it is to break free and be caught. This is the war of the world, the pain of evolutionists, and the most tragic and darkest era in the world. An old man stumbled, fell down and got up again, bleak and painful shouting, shouting and mumbling“ How I think, famine is still a bear child; How I think ye is still black; How I wish the empress was just a little girl. If everything is still in the past, then there will be no blood, no tears, no pain and grief, and they can still live, shining, shining and happy! "“ If time can stop, time can go back, the world is still bright, and those people will never wither and still be on earth! " However, there is no if. Even if time can go back, what can it be? The Immortal Emperor can go against the chaotic years, but they are still dead. The vicissitudes of life have changed the world. One fresh face after another has lost their smile. They are serious, heavy and sad. Until the end, the whole era has been buried, bathed in the brilliant world into ashes. All the old people, the evolutionists who dare to fight against the earth, have withered, leaving only the ruins and buried the sages, and there is no trace from now on. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.
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In the brilliant light and rain, the young man took the weak little girl away and disappeared. Since then, people have never seen them again.
In all worlds, all visions collapse.
The universe seems to be dark all of a sudden. Countless people are blocked, but they are silent with tears in their eyes.
The whole world is devoid of brilliance and lifeless. The last ray of dawn in people's hearts has also been swallowed by the abyss and suppressed to the extreme.
On this day, Huang and ye died.
On this day, the female emperor who sacrificed the Tao in the desperate situation finally disappeared.
On this day, Wushi, Luo and the dark Immortal Emperor all fell.
After World War I, there is no emperor in the world!
"It's over after all." An ancestor spoke, exhausted, exhausted, and breathed a sigh of relief.
They think that seeing through the future, they will destroy the withered and decadent, kill all their opponents, and strongly rewrite history. Today is destined to be a glorious end.
However, the process is so thrilling. Now I still shudder and have lingering palpitations. I don't want to remember it again.
The ten great ancestors were born together, and six people died in the end? Like a terrible fate, consistent with the number of ancestors who died in the dream, it has not changed!
Have they rewritten history? When thinking of this problem, the four living ancestors felt cold and shivered.
"We have changed our fate. We are the ones who finally live. The famine and leaves are dead."
An ancestor said in a deep voice, in any case, victory belongs to them. They will wipe out all the enemies in World War I, and there will be no more fear and fear.
The dream shines into reality, everything is over, and all opponents who can endanger the plateau are killed.
The process is extremely difficult and dangerous, that is, the four of them almost died, and their origin has been broken many times. If they hadn't evolved for countless centuries and had a profound foundation, they would be in danger today.
Huang, overlooking his opponents, calmly told them that he would take away the three ancestors who had confronted him.
Ye, with a faint smile, feels extremely dangerous even if he dies. It's like blackening the ancestors. It's difficult to be disturbed when he dies.
The female emperor, born in brilliance, died with light. She despised them and disdained to face them with her true face. When she first entered the field of sacrificial Taoism, she killed her first ancestor.
After this battle, the bodies and hearts of several ancestors were full of holes. They didn't want to look back and never want to meet such an enemy again.
"Finally destroy all the restless seeds, and from then on... There is no emperor in the world!" An ancestor said that they could rest assured to go to sleep and recover their origin.
For the creatures of the universe, this day is extremely painful and desperate. The world and soul are gray. The real emperor fell into the era, there has never been a war, and all emperors died.
Emperor falls and people die!
……
The cold wind across the barren land, issued a whine, like someone sobbing and crying sadly, giving people a very desolate feeling.
Chu Feng fell from the air and hit the frozen soil. He coughed constantly and his mouth was covered with blood foam.
His eyes shed two lines of blood. He knelt on one knee, repressed and roared. He was so painful that he wanted to go crazy. He wanted to pierce this day, chisel through the earth, kill all his ancestors and kill all strange creatures!
However, he can't do it. He doesn't have that strength. He is just a young evolutionist and a latecomer.
He can do nothing, unable to avenge his wife and children, unable to rewrite his fate, suffocating, and he is crazy.
"Roar..." he roared like a wild beast, desperate and desolate, with angina pectoris. He couldn't see anything in his eyes, only boundless blood.
He fell to the ground with a puff, turned over and lay on his back, his chest undulating violently, gasping, and coughing blood from his mouth.
As a father, he watched his parents and children die in front of him. He was stabbed through his body by eight cold spears and carried in the air. It was bloody. The red blood... It was so sad and dazzling!
The first time we met, we weakly called his father... It also became the last time we met, and the father and son said goodbye.
Seeing the disintegration of the parent-child body, his eyes darkened and lost all his brilliance, Chu Feng's heart was torn and broken at that moment, and the pain was crazy.
He can't forgive himself. Even if his strength is inferior to the Taoist ancestors who hold the emperor's soldiers, he should appear the first time and die his children first. He can't accept this reality.
He was still alive, but his parents and children disintegrated in front of him, and his blood splashed everywhere. He stretched out his hands to hold it, but he couldn't keep anything!
And before Zhou Xi died, he stumbled and ran frantically towards his parents and children, but in a bright knife light, fresh blood splashed... That hurt Chu Feng's eyes and pierced his heart.
Ying Xiaoxiao was also killed in the light of such a knife. There was pain and nostalgia on his pale face. He was looking at him until his death. He was so sad and helpless.
The demon has unparalleled talent and should have a bright future, but in this disaster, it was thrown a war spear from the sky by strange creatures of a higher level, and directly nailed to the bloody earth. It is sad and fierce.
There are also yellow cattle, Ouyang Dalong, Laogu, dongdahu, big black cattle, LV Bohu, Ying Wudi, ziluan, Qin Luoyin, Ying relegated immortal, holly, temple fairy... Too many people, pitiful and pathetic, collapsed under the emperor's soldiers, and even the last unwilling cry did not come out. Familiar and friendly faces flashed in Chu Feng's heart. All kinds of things in the past, As if it were yesterday. Those familiar, strange, everyone is dead! Chu Feng's era was cut off and the future was cut off. Everyone paid his blood and fire and disappeared, as if he had never been in this world. A generation... Just died, and everything became a war. Chu Feng lay on the frozen soil, motionless, like a dead body, with empty eyes, lifeless, completely dead gray. One day, two days... It snowed heavily in the sky and flooded him. He was like a lonely wanderer who died in the wild and homeless. His heart died, and the cold frozen soil carried his cold shell Although many days have passed since the last World War, its influence and storm are far from subsided. There are no emperors in all ages, the Taoist ancestors have died, and the whole world is vast, full of mourning and injury. Even so, the creatures in the earth didn't stop. The three Lu Ji level creatures who were still alive came out, raised their arms and rowed across the world indifferently. Poof! On that day, even the Immortal King in the world and the remaining old evolutionists collapsed, like being cut by someone! In this bloody age, the palm of the Immortal Emperor crossed the void, representing a knife of heaven's will. It is aimed at all the immortal kings remaining in the world. No one can resist. Everyone's origin has been split, quickly changed, disintegrated and died miserably. The Immortal Emperor can create a world with one thought, and can tear apart the big world of all parties at the moment of opening his eyes. His every move represents the destiny of heaven. Especially in the age when there were no emperors in the world, the three immortal emperors in Eritrea cut through the world with their palms and fingers. Naturally, there was no trace of resistance and no one could resist! They aim at the fairy king like a great net of destiny. You have unparalleled talent and amazing results. You still can't get rid of it. All kings die. Even the creatures at the level of true immortals, some people were affected and died miserably on that day. Targeted killing, when the big net falls, the more powerful the fish is, the more difficult it is to break free and be caught. This is the war of the world, the pain of evolutionists, and the most tragic and darkest era in the world. An old man stumbled, fell down and got up again, bleak and painful shouting, shouting and mumbling“ How I think, famine is still a bear child; How I think ye is still black; How I wish the empress was just a little girl. If everything is still in the past, then there will be no blood, no tears, no pain and grief, and they can still live, shining, shining and happy! "“ If time can stop, time can go back, the world is still bright, and those people will never wither and still be on earth! " However, there is no if. Even if time can go back, what can it be? The Immortal Emperor can go against the chaotic years, but they are still dead. The vicissitudes of life have changed the world. One fresh face after another has lost their smile. They are serious, heavy and sad. Until the end, the whole era has been buried, bathed in the brilliant world into ashes. All the old people, the evolutionists who dare to fight against the earth, have withered, leaving only the ruins and buried the sages, and there is no trace from now on. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.
In the brilliant light and rain, the young man took the weak little girl away and disappeared. Since then, people have never seen them again.In all worlds, all visions collapse.The universe seems to be dark all of a sudden. Countless people are blocked, but they are silent with tears in their eyes.The whole world is devoid of brilliance and lifeless. The last ray of dawn in people's hearts has also been swallowed by the abyss and suppressed to the extreme.On this day, Huang and ye died.On this day, the female emperor who sacrificed the Tao in the desperate situation finally disappeared.On this day, Wushi, Luo and the dark Immortal Emperor all fell.After World War I, there is no emperor in the world!"It's over after all." An ancestor spoke, exhausted, exhausted, and breathed a sigh of relief.They think that seeing through the future, they will destroy the withered and decadent, kill all their opponents, and strongly rewrite history. Today is destined to be a glorious end.However, the process is so thrilling. Now I still shudder and have lingering palpitations. I don't want to remember it again.The ten great ancestors were born together, and six people died in the end? Like a terrible fate, consistent with the number of ancestors who died in the dream, it has not changed!Have they rewritten history? When thinking of this problem, the four living ancestors felt cold and shivered."We have changed our fate. We are the ones who finally live. The famine and leaves are dead."An ancestor said in a deep voice, in any case, victory belongs to them. They will wipe out all the enemies in World War I, and there will be no more fear and fear.The dream shines into reality, everything is over, and all opponents who can endanger the plateau are killed.The process is extremely difficult and dangerous, that is, the four of them almost died, and their origin has been broken many times. If they hadn't evolved for countless centuries and had a profound foundation, they would be in danger today.Huang, overlooking his opponents, calmly told them that he would take away the three ancestors who had confronted him.Ye, with a faint smile, feels extremely dangerous even if he dies. It's like blackening the ancestors. It's difficult to be disturbed when he dies.The female emperor, born in brilliance, died with light. She despised them and disdained to face them with her true face. When she first entered the field of sacrificial Taoism, she killed her first ancestor.After this battle, the bodies and hearts of several ancestors were full of holes. They didn't want to look back and never want to meet such an enemy again."Finally destroy all the restless seeds, and from then on... There is no emperor in the world!" An ancestor said that they could rest assured to go to sleep and recover their origin.For the creatures of the universe, this day is extremely painful and desperate. The world and soul are gray. The real emperor fell into the era, there has never been a war, and all emperors died.Emperor falls and people die!The cold wind across the barren land, issued a whine, like someone sobbing and crying sadly, giving people a very desolate feeling.Chu Feng fell from the air and hit the frozen soil. He coughed constantly and his mouth was covered with blood foam.His eyes shed two lines of blood. He knelt on one knee, repressed and roared. He was so painful that he wanted to go crazy. He wanted to pierce this day, chisel through the earth, kill all his ancestors and kill all strange creatures!However, he can't do it. He doesn't have that strength. He is just a young evolutionist and a latecomer.He can do nothing, unable to avenge his wife and children, unable to rewrite his fate, suffocating, and he is crazy."Roar..." he roared like a wild beast, desperate and desolate, with angina pectoris. He couldn't see anything in his eyes, only boundless blood.He fell to the ground with a puff, turned over and lay on his back, his chest undulating violently, gasping, and coughing blood from his mouth.As a father, he watched his parents and children die in front of him. He was stabbed through his body by eight cold spears and carried in the air. It was bloody. The red blood... It was so sad and dazzling!The first time we met, we weakly called his father... It also became the last time we met, and the father and son said goodbye.Seeing the disintegration of the parent-child body, his eyes darkened and lost all his brilliance, Chu Feng's heart was torn and broken at that moment, and the pain was crazy.He can't forgive himself. Even if his strength is inferior to the Taoist ancestors who hold the emperor's soldiers, he should appear the first time and die his children first. He can't accept this reality.He was still alive, but his parents and children disintegrated in front of him, and his blood splashed everywhere. He stretched out his hands to hold it, but he couldn't keep anything!And before Zhou Xi died, he stumbled and ran frantically towards his parents and children, but in a bright knife light, fresh blood splashed... That hurt Chu Feng's eyes and pierced his heart.Ying Xiaoxiao was also killed in the light of such a knife. There was pain and nostalgia on his pale face. He was looking at him until his death. He was so sad and helpless.The demon has unparalleled talent and should have a bright future, but in this disaster, it was thrown a war spear from the sky by strange creatures of a higher level, and directly nailed to the bloody earth. It is sad and fierce.There are also yellow cattle, Ouyang Dalong, Laogu, dongdahu, big black cattle, LV Bohu, Ying Wudi, ziluan, Qin Luoyin, Ying relegated immortal, holly, temple fairy... Too many people, pitiful and pathetic, collapsed under the emperor's soldiers, and even the last unwilling cry did not come out. Familiar and friendly faces flashed in Chu Feng's heart. All kinds of things in the past, As if it were yesterday. Those familiar, strange, everyone is dead! Chu Feng's era was cut off and the future was cut off. Everyone paid his blood and fire and disappeared, as if he had never been in this world. A generation... Just died, and everything became a war. Chu Feng lay on the frozen soil, motionless, like a dead body, with empty eyes, lifeless, completely dead gray. One day, two days... It snowed heavily in the sky and flooded him. He was like a lonely wanderer who died in the wild and homeless. His heart died, and the cold frozen soil carried his cold shell Although many days have passed since the last World War, its influence and storm are far from subsided. There are no emperors in all ages, the Taoist ancestors have died, and the whole world is vast, full of mourning and injury. Even so, the creatures in the earth didn't stop. The three Lu Ji level creatures who were still alive came out, raised their arms and rowed across the world indifferently. Poof! On that day, even the Immortal King in the world and the remaining old evolutionists collapsed, like being cut by someone! In this bloody age, the palm of the Immortal Emperor crossed the void, representing a knife of heaven's will. It is aimed at all the immortal kings remaining in the world. No one can resist. Everyone's origin has been split, quickly changed, disintegrated and died miserably. The Immortal Emperor can create a world with one thought, and can tear apart the big world of all parties at the moment of opening his eyes. His every move represents the destiny of heaven. Especially in the age when there were no emperors in the world, the three immortal emperors in Eritrea cut through the world with their palms and fingers. Naturally, there was no trace of resistance and no one could resist! They aim at the fairy king like a great net of destiny. You have unparalleled talent and amazing results. You still can't get rid of it. All kings die. Even the creatures at the level of true immortals, some people were affected and died miserably on that day. Targeted killing, when the big net falls, the more powerful the fish is, the more difficult it is to break free and be caught. This is the war of the world, the pain of evolutionists, and the most tragic and darkest era in the world. An old man stumbled, fell down and got up again, bleak and painful shouting, shouting and mumbling How I think, famine is still a bear child; How I think ye is still black; How I wish the empress was just a little girl. If everything is still in the past, then there will be no blood, no tears, no pain and grief, and they can still live, shining, shining and happy! " If time can stop, time can go back, the world is still bright, and those people will never wither and still be on earth! " However, there is no if. Even if time can go back, what can it be? The Immortal Emperor can go against the chaotic years, but they are still dead. The vicissitudes of life have changed the world. One fresh face after another has lost their smile. They are serious, heavy and sad. Until the end, the whole era has been buried, bathed in the brilliant world into ashes. All the old people, the evolutionists who dare to fight against the earth, have withered, leaving only the ruins and buried the sages, and there is no trace from now on. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.
