C1288

On this day, the whole Xihe niuzhou was shaken up, and the major forces of all sides mobilized together and gathered in the wasteland.

Even, the protoss of the quasi emperor also came.

This is an amazing piece of news.

However, in the past three days, the glory of the road in the depths of the wasteland gradually dissipated, together with the road.

People are shocked: "how can this happen?"

The scene in front of me is a little strange. It has already appeared clearly. How can it disappear?

No one can explain.

And the people who move forward, the pace also stops.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, the land set off a cold wind, the piercing kind, even if it is the shencang state can not resist, as if the cover of hell, and then, the sky darkened, the vast area, pressure is very low.

A palpable breath wave, quietly diffuse.

The people held their breath in awe.

Hidden in the dark, the strongmen of the holy land, one by one, have deep eyes and stare at the dark. At this moment, they seem to see something. It's a terrible battlefield. There are powerful beings fighting, corpses all over the mountains and rivers of hell

The sword light collides with the cold light of the sword, and the long halberd interweaves with the spear.

But that kind of picture, is only a flash and not, can capture, but can not see more clearly.

Suddenly, a touch of cold light on the dark world, at this moment, is so attention, many people have seen that it is a sword cut by a tall figure.

"It should be the mark left in the battlefield that has been activated." The strong make judgments.

"Too real."

is as like as two peas in the legend.

"I always feel something is wrong." For such a picture, they hold different views.

Darkness has spread and people have gone backwards.

About half an hour or so, from the darkness came a loud, deafening sound, followed by the shaking of the earth.

Pen!

Hazy, there is a terrible hand out, huge, like the hands of the sky, frightening is that the big hand is only bone, covered by the power of death, there is a faint imperial spirit.

In nothingness, all the strongmen of holy land turn around at this moment and flee here without looking back, together with the God to be emperor.

This is the great emperor. To be exact, this is the great emperor of the past.

He rose from the darkness.

It's a terrible picture.

At least tens of thousands of people were killed when the big hand fell. This is still an estimation judgment.

the great emperor is drawing the essence of life.

Escape

The rest of the strong fled and did not dare to stay here any longer.

, however, the big hand fell again, and tens of thousands of people died. The essence of life was absorbed clean and the body turned into powder.

"Why?"

When the terrible big hand was about to fall down for the third time, it was blocked by a white figure. He was holding a three foot long sword. There was no sharp cold light or sharp sword meaning. It was ordinary, just like it was picked up from the street.

His figure is not tall, can only be said to be even, standing here, facing the breeze and that terrible big hand, give people a feeling of mayflies shaking trees.

The strong people looked back and couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of foam.

"No, where did this man come from?" Some people are in a daze.

The situation just now was too chaotic for no one to notice. In retrospect, the area was empty, but he appeared, and there was no sign or fluctuation.

Most importantly, he blocked the attack.

"Why?" The figure in white spoke again with a flat tone.

There was no movement in the dark, and the terrible hand was closed.

White figure holding a sword, began to move forward, he then said: "this era, no longer belongs to us."

Creak!

It seems that the existence in the dark, in response to the figure in white, followed by a deep and hoarse voice: "I Not at all

Only three words, but let people feel the great sadness.

The figure in White said, "I know."

He was silent in the dark.

As time went by, he had forgotten a lot, but he could not forget such a great war. As a black swordsman of that era, he stood in the first battlefield of darkness, but what he got was endless killing behind him.

He is too tired, his blood is dry, the sea of Qi collapses, and his spirit is fragmented

No one wants to help him. He is like a abandoned child.

He tried to fight to the end, but he really can not hold on, that day, the sky under the majestic rain, confused with his tears of despair.White figure then said: "I know, so I came, just did not expect late."

Ha ha

If someone can see his face, he will certainly see his tears. It is not the tears now, but the tears that have solidified for 500000 years, just like his resentment of the world, which can not be dissipated for a long time.

The figure in white walked step by step: "he came, do you feel his breath?"

The black swordsman did not speak.

The figure in white then said: "five hundred thousand years, our era has passed, you should rest in peace, your heart contains too much, that will accumulate into resentment, and finally demonize."

The darkness slowly faded, and he said hoarsely, "will you help me?"

The figure in White said firmly: "of course, I killed you from the land of gods and demons for your sake?"

"I failed," he said bitterly

White figure said: "I know, so, I have been waiting for you here, I know you have not left, your heart is not willing, but the times really passed, we should not be like this."

Five hundred thousand years. It's a terrible long time.

Although he was not reconciled to it, he had to admit that the era was really over, his body and spirit were fragmented, and now there was only one obsession. What can he do?

It's a sad story.

For a long time, he didn't speak. The figure in white stopped and whispered: "my friend, you are too tired. Don't torture yourself any more, OK?"

After a few minutes, the black swordsman said, "thank you! Zhu. "

The figure in white smiles without saying a word, but he hears the release from the tone of the black swordsman. Perhaps, the obsession in his heart is slowly dissipating, or maybe it won't be long before they die.

This is the ultimate destination of all life, no one can escape.

The darkness faded like the tide, including the black swordsman, but the white figure remained.

No one dares to approach.

At this time, from the crowd rushed out of a woman, she was very excited, trembling voice called: "ancestor, is it you?"