Chapter 2998

Boom!

In the dark, there seems to be a roar, can not find the source, but only the emperor can vaguely hear.

There is no need to look at it. It is obvious that the tenth peak emperor exploded in Ji ningshuang's dream. He wanted to take the heaven to be buried with him. Unfortunately, he did not hurt half of the living creatures in the sky.

Poof!

When Ji ningshuang came out of her dream, she didn't stand firm and nearly fell down into the misty sky. The people of heaven didn't hurt her, but she hurt her. She resisted self explosion in her dream.

"Ye Chen."

Her voice, hoarse, stumbling all the way to a starry sky, her body is shaking, any moment, may fall.

She killed half of the ten top emperors in this battle, and when she was still the last emperor, she suffered a peak self explosion. Before and after, she had been hurt enough. She should be the only one of the great emperors in the past dynasties who suffered such a tragic injury on the day of preaching.

However, her record is enough to stand out for ever.

After all, she is only a primary emperor, so far has not yet been able to fully integrate the Tao.

In the bloody starry sky, she found her husband. At last, she didn't walk steadily. She collapsed on the ground and hugged Ye Chen.

Tears have flooded her cheek.

Ye Chen was white haired, with no light on his whole body and no vitality in his whole body. He was as old as ashes. With a little exertion, he might be broken. He sacrificed the yuan God and 50000 years of life, no matter which one was enough for his soul to return to nine days.

If you don't leave a back road for yourself, there is no way back.

"Yes, I'm sorry."

Ye Chen nestles in Ji ningshuang's arms, his voice is hoarse and his timbre is so weak that he can hardly hear it.

The God of war, with his last breath, said these three words to his wife.

Just as in front of the Dancheng hall in the previous life, she fell in his arms and said that she was sorry.

He killed their children.

"No, it's not your fault."

Ji ningshuang tears like rain, the divine power of the emperor and the origin of the emperor's way are pouring into Ye Chen's body crazily in order to rekindle his yuan Shenhuo.

She has lost her child and doesn't want to lose her husband again.

However, although the emperor is supreme, it is not omnipotent. She can no longer ignite the fire of Yuan Shen no matter how she exerts her power and how she can mobilize her source. She can not only burn it, but also smash Ye Chen's old body into pieces.

Today, he is too old and fragile. Even though the emperor's origin is gentle, he can't bear it. He has run out of oil, and the lamp is dry, leaving only his body and last breath.

"Light up, light it up for me."

Ji ningshuang murmured in a low voice and was still working hard, just as ye Chen had saved Ye Fan before, regardless of any price, as long as he could live, he was willing to pay all.

"It's hard work."

Ye Chen smile tired, mouth is still gushing blood, eyes remaining in the last ray of light, positive as the annihilation, although want to raise hands, wipe away the tears on the cheek for his wife, but powerless.

"Please, don't leave me."

"If the fate of the next life is not complete, I'd rather bear the common people... Not Qing."

Ye Chen's words, hoarse and vicissitudes, gradually weak down, has lost the eye light of the eyes, slowly closed, the old body, inch by inch of the melt out, even the tears flowing from the corner of the eye, even the blood gushing out of the mouth, all turned into fly ash, leaving only that warm words, dotted with the sadness and tears of love.

"No... no, no..."

Ji ningshuang is crazy. If he wants to reshape his body, what he can catch is only a wisp of flying ash.

Her Ye Chen was buried.

The God of war of the heavens is buried.

Ah!

The female emperor's hissing shook three realms.

That moment, her hair, also white.

The scenes of history are always astonishingly similar.

In the last reincarnation, she worked hard for the devil to protect him. He died and died.

This reincarnation is that he fought against the Nine Emperors alone, protecting her and killing her until she was destroyed.

One past life, one present life.

She, fell in his arms,

he, also died in her arms.

"If there is an afterlife, may I have a lifetime of love."

"If the fate of the next life is not complete, I'd rather bear the common people... Not Qing."

Because of fruit, there is samsara.

Her previous life's question, this life, finally has the answer.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

"Holy Communion."

The hissing of the heavens is pathetic. No matter the old or the young, no matter who mends the demons, all living creatures kneel down on one knee at the same moment to send off the world's God of war. It is he who fights for a glimmer of hope for the heavens with his blood and bone. It is also he who burns that ray of light for the common people with blood and bone.

A vein of the holy body, a vein of firmness.

He is respectable.

His name, his story and his legend will be handed down from generation to generation, and will be carved into the immortal myth by the common people.

Oh!Heaven and hell two emperors sigh, eyes have tears and sorrow.

The supreme love is really envied by God.

Emperor Huang and Yue Shang are like this.

Yechen and yaochi are the same.

One preached, one died.

This farewell is a farewell.

"Ye Chen."

Crying call, resounding in the ethereal.

It was Ruoxi, or Chu Xuan and Chu Ling in her body, and ye Chen, who wanted to hold them.

Unfortunately, they can not, the more tears flow, if the breath of Xi, the more unstable.

The combination of four people is Ruoxi's dominant consciousness. Their emotions are always interfering with Ruoxi and no tears, which may lead to the separation of the two.

In a flash, if Xi eyes flash Fairy Light, burning out tears.

She is not ruthless.

No tears, is not heartless, very want to help Chu Xuanchu Ling turn around, very want to help them to send Ye Chen, but once turned, will be separated.

Human beings also need them to be fit, to stabilize the heaven and earth, and to cover up the position of the human world.

This is their mission and their destiny.

With the star wind ethereal, cage Twilight if the Xianxia, wisps of scattered, a wisp of annihilation.

She finally fell into nothingness. In the fall, she was divided into four people, all sleeping and white hair.

"Send her back to Dachu."

This is no tears, before the deep sleep, spread out a weak sense of God.

No need for her to say, someone did it.

She is the empress of the river forgetting. She sacrificed the cloud and took three people away. Ruoxi needs to stay in the big Chu to suppress heaven and earth.

"Win, the heavens win."

All the people who are still alive are standing on the corpse mountain, and they are shaking and crying. Looking at the bloody world, the light is reflected again.

But the price of this light is tragic.

In this battle, countless people were killed in the battle. Ye Chen, emperor, God general, Yama, Jianxiu, Shengzun, Diji, dizi... More than 90% of the peak fighting power of the heaven were killed.

If you look around, you can hardly see a standing emperor, or a complete starry sky.

There are mountains of corpses everywhere.

There are rivers of blood everywhere.

The bloody battlefield is full of broken flags and countless souls.

"Child."

"Father and mother."

"Grandfather."

Wail big cry, ring all over the human world.

It is a bloody figure, holding their relatives, hysterical call.

There are too many forces, sects and races that have been completely destroyed. Perhaps no one cries for them. But the living human beings and generations of the heavens will remember them. They are the ancestors who built the bloody Great Wall for the continuation of future generations.

Oh!

The two emperors of Tianming sighed again, their backs bent.

How many vicissitudes of life, they saw more misfortune, also see more emperor, but when the emperor, such a tragic, or the first time.

If there was no such battle, ye Chen would be a great success in that year. How could the human world be so miserable.

The bloody starry sky.

Donghuang empress was dishevelled, holding Ye Chen's blood coat in one hand, and Ye Fan's armor in the other. She was like losing her soul and staggering along.

On this day, she finally became an emperor, but lost two of her closest relatives, a husband and a child.

After proving the truth, they can't come back.

PS: sorry, I went to the hospital yesterday and didn't have time to update it.