Chapter 1777

His face was ferocious and he shouted, "we can't let them escape. Li Tianming will die. Everyone must die!"

"Yes, let Li Tianming go to Xuanyuan longzong. It will be very troublesome. The emperor can't deal with him."

From this point, some people support Li xuanyang.

"But what can we do for them to go by starship? The Sun Temple and the emperor are not here. " Some people make complaints about it.

This is a real problem.

"I have a way!"

Li xuanyang gnashed his teeth. He stared at the Qingyun sacred wood and said, "don't these people in Qingyun mainland regard Qingyun sacred wood more important than life? Before they leave, let's cut down the trees! See if they can come back! "

Everyone looked at each other.

Some people want to say that the fruit of this tree is very useful, but because they don't want to fight against Li xuanyang, they resist the idea of talking.

"All together, cut down trees and cut to death!"

"Yes!"

For a time, the dense order of the Tianzu surrounded the trunk of Qingyun Shenmu, cutting with a knife and a sword, and knowing the God.

Boom——

This ancient tree, which has lived for countless years, began to tremble and make a harsh cry.

Buzzing, buzzing!

The canopy trembled, countless blood turned into a rainstorm, and the whole Qingyun continent could see this tragedy.

"Divine wood..."

For a time, countless people followed Qingyun Shenmu and burst into tears.

Bang bang!

The tree cutting continues.

The trunk of Qingyun sacred tree is very thick, but it is not strong. It won't take long for hundreds of thousands of people to cut it down together.

With the inclination of Qingyun sacred tree, the whole Qingyun continent is shaking and the whole world is crying.

At the burial of the Kowloon Emperor, countless sad cries were heard.

Everyone looked at the bright red, like a burning sacred tree, with blood and tears rolling. At that moment, they felt the vibration of their blood. That kind of sadness flowed in everyone's heart, letting them understand how painful it was when others trampled on their dignity and occupied their homes as weak people.

"Divine wood!"

Bang bang!

In the emperor's funeral, everyone knelt down.

They are about to go to a new battlefield. They won this time, but they are doomed to lose the old tree that nourishes them.

In order to force Li Tianming to stop, Li xuanyang was ruthless, and the cutting did not stop at all.

When he saw the Jiulong emperor's funeral, he was even more angry.

"Cut it off!!!"

His scream resounded through the canopy again.

Boom!

From a certain moment, Shenmu's wail and despair reached the extreme, and then suddenly turned into an angry roar, as if all the leaves had become vocal cords, roaring out the anger of ancient creatures.

Click!

The trunk tilts.

It's completely broken.

Buzzing, buzzing!

The sacred tree that has stood in Qingyun land for countless years falls down. Even if it falls down, the direction of its trunk is also an uninhabited mountain area.

At that moment, in the Jiulong emperor's funeral, people stared, tears swirled in their eyes, everyone lost their voice, tears blurred their eyes, and the humiliation of losing their homes filled their hearts. This time, eternal life can't make up for the loss.

Shenmu, it's down.

No more shade.

No more birds and flowers belong to the sun.

There are no more fruits like stars in the sky.

No longer connected by blood.

For children born since then, they will never know what the beautiful green cloud divine wood looks like in their parents' memory.

It has been lush for countless years, irrigated countless generations of life, and finally turned red with blood. With its own fall, it is possible for the people under its shelter to escape from life.

In the Jiulong emperor's funeral, although all the tree species were embryos, they all lamented, because they knew best that their mother had died at the moment.

At that moment, Li Tianming clenched his fists. Instead of looking back, he wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and flew towards the south of the sun with the last hope of the continent.

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"Go to hell! Die! "

After the collapse of the sacred wood, it set off a lot of dust, which plunged the whole world into a dust world.

I can't see anything clearly.

Buzzing, buzzing!

When Li xuanyang was shouting and scolding, he seemed to hear a buzzing voice. He widened his eyes to see what it was.

There was a flash in front of me.

Like a bloody leaf?

Ding!

It was indeed a leaf. It was cold and inserted into Li xuanyang's forehead. It even tore a wound. After that, the leaf changed from bright red to yellow and withered completely.

This shows that the blood red poured into Li xuanyang's body.

"Ah --!"

He suddenly uttered a scream, because there was a red liquid, like countless small insects entering his head and eating his flesh and brain.

"Help me!"

Li xuanyang didn't know what it was. He screamed in horror and wanted to attract other people's attention.

But the next moment, like him, there was a terrible scream everywhere.

Worse than the previous war.

Everyone is screaming.

The whole world is screaming.

As far as you can see, there are blood colored leaves. So many leaves can only come from Qingyun sacred wood, which shows that the fallen sacred wood has flown.

Poof poof!

When Li xuanyang screamed, a sea of red leaves appeared in front of him.

It's pretty.

He was swallowed directly.

When the large leaves withered, all their blood color poured into Li xuanyang's body.

"Er..."

Li xuanyang struggled and twitched, stared wide and foamed at the mouth.

Finally, don't move.

He's dead.

turn in one's grave.

After his death, his body became as red as the original leaves, and even the veins of the leaves appeared on his skin. Then in his mouth, there was a cyan seedling sprouting. It grew rapidly and grew a small pink flower. Both its leaves and flowers looked extraordinarily pure and were not stained with blood at all.

The dust gradually dissipated.

It can be seen that there are blood colored corpses everywhere near here. The corpses are gradually depressed and can't see their appearance clearly. Only those colorful flowers symbolize purity and rebirth.

Qingyun sacred tree is dead, but the place where it once took root has turned into a beautiful flower sea like a fairyland, which stretches for thousands of miles.

No one will know that the growth of each flower means the death of an order Tianzu.

In the north of the mainland, there was also a sea of flowers. At that time, most of the blood red leaves flew there and finally withered.

That sea of flowers is bigger and more dreamy, just like a fairyland.

Only the order Tianzu became flowers.

On this continent, the Qingyun people who still live in the mountains are still crying for the divine tree.

Order Tianzu will not forget this day.

Because history books will record that they killed seven million elite legions on an insignificant barren continent.

Among them, 1.8 million died in qinghunjianfeng.

5.2 million died in Qingyun Shenmu.

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Chapter 12, big bang!

I haven't written so much for a long time.

After writing, my back is sore and dizzy... But my heart is hot.

Back to the story of the sun, compared with the cool of stepping on people when genius competes, a series of themes such as war, home, protection and changing life against the sky can make me feel surging, as if I were in that scene and shed tears together for the death and rebirth of Qingyun divine wood.

On this topic, I also want to say a little episode.

Last Saturday's three chapters (kneeling down and not standing), I wrote them for a long time, with a large weight and a sufficient number of words.

After writing that day, I felt refreshed and shocked. I read it again and was once knocked down by my talent. Because I haven't written the story of the sun for some time. When I write about oppression and difficulties, I also have a strong resonance. It seems that the life and death crisis faced by the green soul hall has affected me.

Well written!

I sighed.

Ignite your own blood!

fucking great!

So I upload happily, waiting for readers to be impressed by my talent.

She: that said, but after reading the bedding, our readers will only arouse a sense of expectation. If we can't pick it up at this time, we will think it's water. Because the foreshadowing and rendering part, after reading it, we can create a sense of expectation, but we will mistakenly think that the part of "creating a sense of expectation" is useless. We don't study where our sense of expectation comes from (maybe suddenly?) When you write like this, it's cool to read continuously, but readers who follow you will accuse you of suffering a lot. The key is that you write like this is very laborious. It's not as good as "water dialogue". Anyway, it's the best water, and it's not easy for us to distinguish.

I: let's lose if we lose. When writing a book, we should enjoy ourselves first. If we are unhappy and don't believe the story and joys, how can we expect readers to be happy? If I can write about the state of being integrated with the characters in the book, why don't I worry? I just want 'water' to be difficult to write and hard to pave the way, so I don't want 'water dialogue'! That wood has technical content, and the water is not challenging!

She: stop writing, you should!

Me:

(from the first day of writing the book, I learned that everyone is an individual with different thinking. There are 1000 Hamlets in the hearts of 1000 readers. Therefore, in order to meet some of the impatient needs of "quickly knowing the plot results", it is not my way to ignore the embellishment, foreshadowing and transition, and write a running story. Every reader will yearn for different writing methods and plot development. The way for a writer is to believe in himself and integrate with the characters in the book. I have been writing books for ten years. During this period, at least hundreds of readers taught me how to write books. I will refer to them, but I won't believe them.

Even if I suffer losses, dislike and misunderstood in this way, I dare say that I am not perfunctory in updating every day.)