"Then you tell me what else to do" Shui Mengyao raised her eyes and said lightly.
Ling Yun's whole body was shocked, because he saw the inexplicable sadness in Shui Mengyao's eyes, and those eyes were broken and could not be broken anymore.
It seems to be the desolation of the Yellow River that is difficult to wash.
Ling Yun didn't answer, he couldn't answer.
If he put himself in his shoes, he wouldn't have done anything.
Let him hand it over, and he won't do it, because that would mean guillotining those thousands of brothers with their own hands.
The only thing he can do is to be tough to the end, and the Hehuan faction may or may not fight with them.
But there is no doubt that they will leave, whether their departure will cause the butterfly effect, and he does not know if a large number of monks will leave with them, but this man's heart is destined to be scattered.
"I am a woman, not a gentleman.
Since the shoshokaku belongs to my husband, I will give him a complete shokokaku.
No matter how angry it is, no matter how infamous it is, I don't care about it.
This is a woman's confession, and it is also a woman's truest emotion.
"Haven't you already cut three and forgotten the seven emotions and six desires" Ling Yun was deeply shocked by Shui Mengyao's words.
"It's the love thread that cuts three times, but it's not absolute.
He's still my husband, that's not going to change.
In the past, if he had died, perhaps I would have been grief-stricken and would have followed; Now it's a little uncomfortable, that's all.
I will fulfill my wife's responsibilities, and all this is just instinct.
Shui Mengyao quickly recovered and sat up cross-legged.
She is like a snow lotus, holy and refined, maybe she should not belong to the world in the first place.
Ling Yun retreated silently, and when he came out, he was already in tears, he really wanted to look up to the sky and roar, venting the unhappiness in his heart to the fullest.
"What the hell is going on" Crazy Knife and several people surrounded him.
"Love is so unforgettable, but in the end we meet strangers, whose fault is it" Ling Yun said sadly.
"What's wrong, Ling Yun," Tang Yiyi asked softly.
"I'm just sad in my heart."
Ling Yun gasped and said in a deep voice.
"That."
The crazy knife wanted to ask in a muffled voice, but was beaten by Zhou Xiaoman.
Crazy Knife realized something at this time, and just as he wanted to explain, Zhou Xiaoman glared at him fiercely again.
Madknife bowed his head aggrievedly.
An ancient star that stretches for millions of miles.
A series of beautiful star rings guard the four directions.
The huge power was faintly resounding, and the silent sound waves swept through the nine heavens, and all the past meteors silently turned into powder.
Monks dressed in ancient costumes rise and fall in the starlight, and the vicissitudes of life remain unchanged for a long time.
A middle-aged scribe appeared here silently, he stared at the star quietly, and a spell popped out of his fingers, tearing and pulling, the heavens and the earth suddenly opened, and a huge magic seal seemed to be engraved with the power of the ancient and modern future.
A huge Spring and Autumn Iron Pen crossed the air, pointing straight on the Dharma Seal, constantly carving in the void.
The pen walks the dragon and snake, and it is done with a wave.
Hundreds of millions of wolves are swaying, and the mountains and rivers change color among the splashes of ink.
The monks let out a long sigh and gradually woke up.
In an instant, the wind and clouds moved together, and one by one the strong men burst out with the power to make the heavens and the earth lose color.
When they saw the Spring and Autumn Iron Pen spanning the sky, their eyes showed a look of awe.
"Meet the Master."
Hundreds of thousands of monks shouted in unison.
"To be honest, I don't want to wake you up."
Looking at the condition in their bodies, the magic clothes were a little unbearable.
These monks were the strongest elite in the spell lineage, and the master of the spell used a means against the heavens to temporarily protect their lives.
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"We should have fallen, but fortunately we were favored by Destiny, but in fact, we are just barely breathing."
A very prestigious old man with a spell sighed.
"The purpose of our existence is to exert residual heat, and there is nothing to feel sorry for."
Another old man spoke.
The rest of the spells were silent, but from their eyes, the robes did not see the slightest trace of human nostalgia.
"I woke you up to guillotine."
The robe whispered.
After a pause, the eyes of the magic robe flickered: "The blue-eyed army is pressing the realm, which is to show the strength of our spell lineage." ” "How many strong people are coming," the old man asked.
"Eight million, eight immortal-level powerhouses."
The robes said truthfully.
Everyone couldn't help but gasp, although they had put life and death aside, but after hearing this, they still couldn't help but feel a burst of coolness.
But soon they calmed down, and the eyes of the strong ones flashed with wisdom.
"Immortal-level powerhouses are terrifying, but we can't help it.
We can form a great array to destroy the gods and kill his soul. ” "I don't think it's appropriate, you must know that it takes 18,000 people to form such a large array, and there are eight people on the other side, and for this alone, we will lose 140,000.
There are eight million people on the other side, and we must not afford to waste so much manpower.
Another old man objected.
"Dongfang Pavilion Elder, what do you say?"
"The Spell Pulse is no weaker than the Divine Power Pulse, and even unique in some ways.
I'm sure even the gods will not be able to break through our defenses easily.
I think those eight gods should be trapped and we should kill those eight million soldiers on a large scale. ” "Well, that's right, then we'll cast the lock of binding immortals and temporarily fix them in the void."
"In this way, each immortal-level powerhouse only needs four thousand monks."
Dongfang Pavilion Elder nodded.
"Everyone is walking and discussing, time is running out."
The robe is colorful.
As the new emperor of the Great Yan Dynasty, Long Yi was still very excited.
At that time, he boasted that he was the first on the dragon list and had the law of space, but in the end he was defeated by Guo Ming, who was born out of nowhere.
This has always been a shame in his heart.
Of course, he even hated Emperor Dayan.
He thought that he would have to wait a long, long time for revenge, but he never thought that a big plan would make him succeed.
Due to his refusal to cooperate, the Great Yan Emperor was severely injured by several strong men and almost did not die.
So he naturally became the new emperor, of course, Long Yi understood that he was not an absolute authority, and it was the eight immortal-level powerhouses who really decided the right to speak.
However, being able to slash Guo Ming's power also made him extremely excited.
"How long will it take to get to the Shosho Pavilion," Long Yi beckoned a man and asked.
"Tell Your Majesty the Emperor, there is still an hour or so."
"Hurry up and try to get there in half an hour."
Long Yi couldn't wait any longer, and immediately gave an order
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