Chapter 4702: disappoint affection
Our Lady of Heavenly Being is now surrounded by people again.
All of these people are desperadoes, and all of them are extremely ruthless.
And there were at least hundreds of thousands of people, and they all attacked with all their strength.
At this moment, no one cared about her unparalleled beauty, and no one cared about how gorgeous the figure of the Divine Mother was.
No one cares about the identity of the Divine Mother.
After all, these people have already become jealous, and most of them are alone, so they have no worries at all.
They dare to kill the ancestors of the Imperial Clan without fear of revenge.
Not to mention the Divine Mother?
Therefore, hundreds of thousands of people took action, and more people from behind also took action. In an instant, another attack by ten million enemies fell.
At this moment, the Divine Mother was like a rag, being constantly bombarded, fought, and even tortured in the light!
She was seriously injured by Luo Chen and was on the verge of death. In addition, she gave away 90% of her remaining strength.
At this moment, the Divine Mother was flying around, was smashed away with an unparalleled fist, and was kicked hard with his feet.
This is usually unimaginable. After all, it is the Divine Mother, high above the heavens and extremely holy.
But now, her hair was disheveled, her body was covered in blood, her body was cracked in many places, and she was dying.
The severe pain and severe injuries made her unconscious.
But before she died, she still showed a smile.
She saw that one morning, she and Sheng Wumian stood side by side and walked into the distance.
There is no glory, no righteousness in the world, and no racial rejuvenation. She is not the Holy Mother of Heaven and Humanity, and Sheng Wumian is not the great elder of the Human Desolate Saint Clan.
She is just herself!
At this moment, the Divine Mother became sad and woke up.
Life was originally her own person, whether it was the Divine Mother, the Great Elder of the Human Desolate Saint Clan, weren't they all different characters?
Are these roles important?
It seems that at this moment of dying, it is not that important anymore. It really is not that important.
What really matters is always yourself.
Why couldn't I let go of all this before?
She also instantly realized that the ancestor of the Imperial Dao clan was her disaster and the end of her life.
She could have avoided it. She had already sensed it time and time again that it was dangerous to get close to the ancestor of the Imperial Clan.
It was a situation that could have been crushed, but I didn't expect that it would turn out like this in the end.
More people bombarded the Virgin Mary again, accelerating the death of the Virgin Mary.
Pillars of light fell one after another, and 70 million people took action. After all, at this moment, people followed the crowd, and the Divine Mother had indeed attacked without distinguishing between friend and foe. The wall fell down and everyone pushed. Finally, the Divine Mother, with understanding and sobriety, kept coughing up blood in her mouth. Her body had been broken into several pieces. The only part of her head, her eyes with infinite tenderness, looked towards Great Elder of the Human Desolate Saint Clan
, Sheng Wumian’s side.
That tender look finally settled.
As for the enemies who surrounded and killed Luo Chen, they were all excited and excited at this moment, with ruthless expressions overflowing!
At this moment, in the distance, a more magnificent and more sacred light suddenly appeared here.
He wasn't supposed to come, but he came on his own initiative.
Dao Zisheng has been sent to another place, and his status is higher than that of Dao Zisheng. More importantly, he is really likely to inherit the Palace of Heaven and Humanity.
Therefore, it is absolutely impossible to send him to this kind of battlefield.
But, he still came.
He came for his obsession and the woman he loved.
Daoxuan realm!
At this moment, he witnessed the white moonlight in his heart becoming fragments.
Waves of panic, waves of disbelief.
On the other side, the white light of the Divine Mother flew towards Sheng Wumian and towards his life.
However, the next moment, there was a clang, and the sound hit a barrier!
The barrier was ruthless, shutting out the white light.
It was a white light like moonlight.
Moreover, what is surprising is that it was not the empress who stopped it.
It was Sheng Wumian's move.
They may have had a past, but Sheng Wumian never cared about the Divine Mother in his heart.
That period of time passed just to make use of the Divine Mother.
When Sheng Wumian was responsible for the great cause of reviving the Human Desolate Saint Clan, he had to do many things that he could not do.
He was so proud that he even knelt down, let alone taking advantage of a woman?
He is the descendant of the top creature, he has no choice, he must stand up, he must shoulder this mission.
Therefore, that moonlight-like light was so worthless in his eyes, and that deep love was destined to be let down by him.
Blocking that deep feeling, Sheng Wumian got up staggeringly from the grass.
From the beginning, the distance he flew across became shorter and shorter, getting closer and closer to the empress.
If what he met was not the empress, then he, Sheng Wumian, would have become famous here, after all, he would have made a breakthrough on the spot.
But unfortunately, when he met the empress, even if he was the top son, even if he had unparalleled talent and supreme talent, the result seemed destined.
However, sometimes, not everyone is Luo Chen, Luo Wuji!
Not everyone's great enlightenment can bring about the power to reverse desperate situations.
Here, the Empress represents death itself.
Sheng Wumian staggered and continued to walk towards the empress, carrying forward with determination and determination.
"Ancestor of the Imperial Clan!" He sighed, feeling unwilling and uncomfortable.
He is extremely proud, he is extremely conceited, but in terms of strategy, he lost. After entering the arena, he was always plotted by the ancestor of the Imperial Clan.
Moreover, he devoted his whole life to reviving the deserted saint clan.
But the Human Desert Saint Clan has been exterminated and massacred.
The only ones left on the battlefield are the human desert saints.
However, the Human Desolation Saint Clan has a secret, or in other words, most forces will do this.
Those who can go to the battlefield and experience fighting are actually the ones who almost give birth to offspring.
In other words, even if these people survive, they will not be able to continue the human race of the Holy Clan.
At this moment, Sheng Wumian is deplorable. He has devoted his whole life, but the final result is so sad.
"Why this?"
"Why do you do this!" Sheng Wumian cried out sadly, and then punched out.
This punch was his life as a saint, full of forbearance, burdened with great achievements, full of humiliation, and full of frustration.
This punch represents ruthless love, only love for yourself!
The fist bloomed with endless light, flashing between heaven and earth, and the power that spanned a lifetime reached its peak at this moment!
This punch is absolutely stronger than anything in the world. This punch was the punch that he had devoted his whole life to!
