Chapter 1637: The world is in sorrow, all things are weeping
"boom!"
Death Ruins, thirty-three days, the ancient continent, thirty-six continents, there was a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and then an endless cloud of blood filled the sky, full of depression, death, and desolation, as if it were The precursors of the doomsday are more intertwined with **** thunders.
"Wow!"
Above the sky, a drop of heavy rain pours down. What is amazing is that the rain is all scarlet, red like blood, which is shocking.
The wind roars, blood clouds roll, thunder roars, blood rain is like practice.
Not only the Canggu Continent, but also the upper, middle and lower twenty-seven layers, as well as the eighty-one layers, the billions of world layers, the vast planes, the endless sea of stars, and even radiated into all the big worlds of the entire Dead Ruins.
Almost at the same time, at the same moment, the sky will rain blood.
Dead silence, depression, coldness, and endless sadness, inexplicably repressed pain intertwined in the hearts of all living beings, regardless of race or life form, it is not against our forces, and even more irrespective of the extraordinary and the world.
All sentient beings in the world, with self-emotion, consciousness, and personality, are all plunged into inexplicable sadness...
"The sky rains blood and all things weep together. What happened?"
Thirty-six continents, Daqianzhou, Emperor Qianlong suddenly opened his eyes, looking at the rain of blood above the sky, his eyes were full of deep silence, and there was unstoppable pain and sorrow deep in his heart. What is the most important thing missing.
"Brother Qianlong, this is heaven crying...Ah!"
The old shameless figure also appeared. The yellow gourd and doglegs in his hand fell to the ground. The face full of filth was no longer a trace of indignity in the past, but full of inexplicable depression, reminding him of a person who has been submerged in the long river of history. One scene...
"The emperor died..."
"The human race has the emperor's death...!"
At this time, Master Merlin, Sword Emperor Xiyue, Lord of Time Chami, Evreya, Qiran, Orange Cat Fat Tiger, and the last person was a thin old monk, he saw his palms together, his eyes looked up at the sky. , Full of long and incomparable sighs.
Emperor perish!
The world is in sorrow, all things are weeping together, and the sky rains blood... This scene happened a long, long time ago.
The emperor of the human race, and a personal emperor.
There is also an emperor who has done supreme deeds to the human race, to all living beings, to countless worlds, heavens and earth, and even death ruins!
Throughout the history of the human race, there are only so few emperors who can make heaven and earth sorrow and weep together.
"Puff!"
"No... don't... don't!"
"Why? Why? What have we done?"
"Why can't accommodate the ten thousand races, but can't accommodate our human race...I am not reconciled...I am not reconciled!"
"Brother Master...Who actually killed you?"
"I don't believe it... I don't believe it... If you don't believe it, you just died like that... I don't believe it!"
In the cold, dead, and scarlet rain of blood, Qiran ran out like a mad, and she knelt on the ground. The rain of blood soaked her clothes and hair, and drops of **** rain mixed with tears from her cheeks. It slid down and let out a heart-piercing wailing, like an ancient fierce demon.
Brother Shifu, badass, big demon, liar, I remembered... I really remembered...
In the last life, we met at the intersection of diversity, and I also met Brother Di.
Who on earth is who killed you.
Not worth it, really not worth it! Brother Sifu, you have always advertised yourself as a great devil, but you have been resisting...
why?
Why are you doing this?
Who killed you again? Who killed you again!
"What? Qiran girl, who did you say is dead..."
The emperor Qianlong was shocked when he heard the words, and instantly rushed to Qiran's face, grabbed her shoulders and shook it, and let out a thunderous questioning sound.
"Uncle Emperor...Brother Master...He is dead..."
The blood pours down, the wind roars, Qiran kneels in the rain like rotten wood, dementedly looking at the Qianlong in front of him...
"No, no, no, impossible, boy Huang, he..."
"How could he die? He is a little demon, a villain!"
"A good man doesn't live long, and he is a thousand years old. How could he die..."
"This is not true..."
The emperor Qianlong was startled when he heard the words. He only felt that his brain was blank. The whole figure stepped back several steps, and finally stumbled and sat down weakly, staring silently at the sky...
The little devil is dead...
is it possible?
From up to thirty-three days, down to ninety-nine lands, to the endless world, just ask who can kill this little demon, and who dares to kill him...
The world is in sorrow, and all things weep together.
What did we do after he was caught?
Nephew! Nephew, Master, I really don’t believe you just died like this.
I do not believe……
"Amitabha!"
"Ancient benefactor, the poor monk doesn't believe you just fell away like this..."
Master Withered Wood's deep Buddha horn resounded, and it seemed that the whole world resonated with it. Although he didn't believe that the Hunshi Demon King had fallen, it was raining blood...
Time also!
Fate too!
The ancient benefactor has always fought against destiny, and has fought strong enemies in different time and space.
Poor monks don’t believe you just die!
"Qiran, Emperor Master, stand up, there are more important things to do."
"The little nephew will not die. I believe he will return one day. Even if all sentient beings, the world, and all the people in the world forget him, we can't forget, let alone sink down, and lose our will."
"Let's not let the name of the Hunshi Demon Lord go silent. On the contrary, we must let the Hunshi Demon resound inside and outside the Death Ruins."
"Da Qin will not fall in one day, and the name of the demon king of the world will not be destroyed in one day!"
In the blood rain, the figure of the sword emperor Xiyue stepped out, her face full of peace, it seemed that the death of the demon king made her feel uncomfortable.
But how can there be no waves, how can it not be sad, depressed, and desperate!
The little nephew personally rescued her from the brink of destruction, allowing her to be truly reborn as a human.
Is it difficult to change the cycle of fate anyway?
Da Qin is here, the devil escapes.
The Great Qin is destroyed, the devil appears.
Can we really coexist and coexist?
Brother, Empress, Qijue... Brother Tianhuang... Is it just a emptiness in the end that everyone has spent countless efforts?
No, I don’t believe it, absolutely not!
The name of the Hunshi Demon King must not be depressed, and it must resonate inside and outside the dead zone. Only in this way can the little nephew return.
"God!"
"You have caused our human race to perish an emperor again. Why is our human race so troubled? This seat is not reconciled!"
"No... This seat never believes that the Demon King is dead..."
"From now on, this seat will be the substitute for the Hunshi Demon King. One day the Great Qin will not fall, and the Hunshi Demon King will not die."
"Every one of us is a demon king, and this seat swears that there will be no peace inside and outside the dead market."
"Brother Qianlong, Master Withered Wood, Sword Emperor Xiyue, Lord of Time, the Great Qin Empire is handed over to you, it is time for this seat to return..."
"There will be difficulties in the future, please come under Ninety-Nine Land and call out three times for Wang Lun."
After that, the old shamelessly looked up at the sky, and disappeared into the rain curtain with tears, leaving only a lonely figure...
