Chapter 1658: All the Saints Are Buried Under the Ruins (Free)

In the brilliant light and rain, the boy pulled the weak little girl away, and their figures disappeared. From then on, no one saw them again.

All worlds, all visions have collapsed.

The vast universe seemed to have turned dark all of a sudden. Countless people felt blocked in their hearts and fell silent with tears in their eyes.

The whole world has lost its luster and is lifeless. The last glimmer of light in people's hearts has been swallowed up by the abyss, and is extremely depressed.

On this day, Huang and Ye died in battle.

On this day, the empress who sacrificed herself in a desperate situation finally disappeared.

On this day, Wu Shi, Luo, the Dark Immortal Emperor and others all died.

After the First World War, there will be no emperor in the world!

"It's over after all." One of the ancestors said, exhausted and exhausted, he took a long breath and felt relieved.

They thought that seeing through the future, they would destroy everything, kill all their opponents, and forcefully rewrite history. Today was destined to be the glorious end.

However, the process was so thrilling that I still shudder when I think about it now, and I still have lingering fear in my heart, and I don’t want to remember it again.

The ten ancestors were born together, but six of them died in the end? Like a terrible fate, the number of ancestors who died in the dream is consistent and has not changed!

Have they rewritten history? When thinking about this problem, the four living ancestors felt chills in their hearts and felt a chill in their hair.

"The fate has been changed. We are the ones who are alive in the end. Huang and Ye are both dead."

One of the ancestors said in a deep voice, no matter what, victory belongs to them. They have defeated all the enemies in the world in one battle, and there is no more fear and uneasiness.

The dream came into reality, everything was over, and all opponents who could threaten the plateau were killed.

The process was extremely difficult and dangerous, that is, all four of them almost died, and their origins were cut into pieces many times. If they had not evolved for countless epochs and had extremely deep foundations, they would be in danger today.

Huang, looking down at his opponents, calmly told them that he would take away the three ancestors who had confronted him.

Ye, with a faint smile, gave people a sense of extreme danger even if he died, as if he had blackmailed the ancestors, and even death made people uncomfortable.

The empress was born in brilliance and turned into light after death. She despised them and disdained to face them with their true appearance. She killed the first ancestor when she first entered the realm of sacrifice.

After this battle, the bodies and minds of the ancestors were riddled with wounds. They did not want to look back and never wanted to encounter such an enemy again.

"Finally, all seeds of restlessness have been wiped out. From now on... there will be no emperor in the world!" One of the ancestors said. They can rest assured to sleep and restore their origins.

For the creatures in the universe, this day was a day of incomparable pain and despair. The world and the soul were darkened. The true era of the fall of the emperor had never been like this, and all the emperors died.

The emperor falls and people are in mourning!

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The cold wind blew across the desolate land, making a whining sound, like someone whimpering and crying sadly, giving people an extremely desolate feeling.

Chu Feng fell from mid-air and hit the frozen soil. He kept coughing and his mouth was full of blood foam.

Two lines of blood flowed from his eyes. He knelt on the ground on one knee, suppressing a low roar. The pain was so painful that he was going crazy. He wished he could pierce the sky, dig through the earth, kill all the ancestors, and kill all the weird creatures!

However, he can't do it, he doesn't have that kind of strength, he is just a young evolver, a latecomer.

He couldn't do anything, couldn't avenge his wife and children, couldn't change his fate, he was suffocating, he was completely crazy.

"Roar..." He roared like a wild beast, desperate and desolate, his heart was in pain, and he could see nothing in his eyes, only boundless blood.

He fell to the ground with a thud, turned over and lay there on his back, his chest heaving violently, gasping for air, and he kept coughing up blood from his mouth.

As a father, he watched helplessly as his own son died in front of him. He was pierced by eight cold spears and held up in the air, dripping with blood. The bright red blood... was so sad and beautiful, so beautiful. dazzling!

The first time they met, weakly calling him father... also became the last time they met, reunited, and father and son parted ways forever.

Seeing his parent and son's bodies disintegrating, his eyes dimming and losing all their brilliance, Chu Feng's heart was torn and crushed at that moment, and the pain made him go crazy.

He couldn't forgive himself. Even if he was not as powerful as the Tao Ancestor holding the Imperial Arms, he should have appeared immediately and died before his own children. He couldn't accept this reality.

He was still alive, but his body disintegrated in front of him, with blood splattering everywhere. He stretched out his hands to hug him, but nothing could be retained!

And before Zhou Xi died, he staggered and ran towards his parents and children like crazy, but in the bright sword light, blood splashed... That stung Chu Feng's eyes, and also pierced his heart.

Ying Xiaoxiao was also beheaded under that kind of sword light, with pain and nostalgia on her pale face. She looked at him until she died, feeling so sad and helpless.

Yaoyao was unparalleled in talent and should have had a brilliant future, but in this disaster, he was thrown a war spear from the sky by a strange creature of a higher level, and was directly nailed to the bloody ground. It was tragic and sad.

There are also Yellow Ox, Ouyang Dalong, Lao Gu, Dong Dahu, Da Hei Niu, Lu Bohu, Ying Wudi, Zi Luan, Qin Luoyin, Ying Banxian, Holly, Temple Fairy...

Too many people, pitiful and pitiful, collapsed under the imperial soldiers, and even the last unwilling cry was not uttered. Those familiar and friendly faces kept flashing in Chu Feng's heart. All the past, It seems like just yesterday.

Everyone, familiar and unfamiliar, is dead!

Chu Feng's era was cut into pieces, and the future was cut off. Everyone was covered in blood and fire, and disappeared into ashes, as if they had never been in this world.

A generation... just died, and everything became a tragedy.

Chu Feng lay on the frozen soil, motionless, like a dead corpse, his eyes were hollow, lifeless, and completely dead gray.

One day, two days... Heavy snow fell in the sky, drowning him. He was like a lonely wanderer who died in the wild, homeless.

His heart was dead, and the cold permafrost carried his frozen body.

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Although many days have passed since the last battle, its influence and turmoil are far from subsided. There are no emperors in the world, all Taoist ancestors are dead, the world is vast, and there is grief and injury everywhere.

Even so, the creatures in the bad land did not give up. The three living Luju-level creatures came out, raised their arms, and moved across the heaven and earth indifferently.

puff!

That day, even the Immortal King who was still in the world and the remaining evolutionaries of the older generation disintegrated, as if they had been chopped off by someone!

In this bloody age, the Immortal Emperor's palm crossed the void, representing a sword of God's will. It was aimed at all the remaining Immortal Kings in the vast world. No one could resist. The origin of everyone was chopped into pieces, and they quickly transformed. Tao, disintegrate, die miserably.

The Immortal Emperor can create heaven and earth with a single thought, and can even tear apart the worlds at the moment he opens his eyes. Every move he makes represents destiny.

Especially in the era when there were no emperors in the world, when the three immortal emperors in the land of disaster pierced the heaven and earth with their palm fingers, there was naturally no resistance at all, and no one could resist!

They target the Immortal King, like a great net of destiny falling down. No matter how talented you are and your Taoist achievements are astonishing, you still can't break free, and all the kings will die.

Even some people at the level of true immortals were affected and died tragically that day.

Targeted killing, when the big net is lowered, the more powerful the fish, the harder it is to break free and be caught in one catch.

This is the sorrow of the world, the pain of evolution, and the most tragic and darkest era in the world.

An old man stumbled, fell and got up again, screaming, shouting, and mumbling sadly and painfully.

"How I wish, Huang is still a naughty child; How I wish, Ye is still black; How I wish, the empress is still just a little girl. If everything is still in the past, then there will be no blood, no tears, no hurt and sorrow, they Everyone can still be alive, glorious, brilliant, and happy!"

"If time could stop, time could go back, the world would still be bright, and those people would never wither and still be in the world!"

However, there is no if.

Even if time could be turned back, so what?

The Immortal Emperor could reverse the years, but they still all died.

Time passes, vicissitudes of life have passed over the world, and the fresh faces have lost their smiles one after another. They have become serious, heavy, and sad, until finally, the entire era has been buried, and the world bathed in gorgeous glory has turned into ashes. All old friends, dare to The evolvers who fought against Ertu all withered away, leaving only ruins, and the saints were buried without a trace from now on.