Chapter 1145 Tears

In the true world of the underworld, outside the floating and nihilistic palace, as the robber of this world, he stood there with his hands behind his back, as if waiting for someone to appear.

He was very patient, as if even if he waited for ten thousand years, there would be no emotional fluctuation. Time passed slowly. I don't know how long it had passed. Suddenly, the nothingness in front of him was distorted. Gradually from this distortion, Su Xuanyi came out, and Sang behind him followed silently. For coming here In the true world of Pluto, there was no accident at all.

"See you, Xuan Zun!" At the moment when the emperor saw Su Xuanyi, he immediately shook his big sleeve. Unexpectedly... He knelt down on one knee and bowed to Su Xuanyi like a disciple's salute.

"Dao, there are no outsiders. You don't have to do this. Get up." Su Xuanyi's face smiled.

"Master!" The middle-aged man raised his head and looked respectful when he got up. When he looked at Sang, he smiled and nodded.

"Brother, I haven't seen you for many years, and my demeanor is still the same."

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In the real world of the underworld, in the room where Yuxuan was, the door was silently pushed open, and Su Xuanyi slowly came in.

Yuxuan turned her back to the door, sat by the window, and looked at the starry sky outside. At the moment Su Xuanyi came in, her body trembled and her face showed complexity.

Su Xuanyi looked at Yuxuan silently, sighed for a long time, took out something from his arms, put it on the table, and opened his mouth softly.

"Over the years, you have suffered, but... he is not suitable for you. From then on, he is just a mortal."

Su Xuanyi was silent for a while, sighed secretly, turned around and walked out of the room, and gently closed the door.

Until Su Xuanyi left, Yu Xuan turned her head, with tears on her face. She stared at the statue of half of the ship on the table, with more tears.

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In the broken Taoist real world, endless hurricanes can be seen roaring through everywhere. The power of the terror that exists in the hurricane can tear up many stars, tear up the nothingness, and easily tear up the bodies of all monks.

In this huge Taoist real world, you can see countless broken limbs and arms in many places. Those are all left after the death of the monks of the Immortal Alliance and Daochen Sect, but no matter which side they belong to, in fact... they are all from the Taoist real world.

At the moment of disaster, perhaps both of them have not let go of their grudges with each other, but in this storm, under this catastrophe, all grudges can be ignored, forgotten, and alive... is the only dignity.

The monks of the Immortal Alliance, in this constant death, are eager to get rescue from the Immortal Alliance, but they can't wait, because what they are waiting for is the madness of this catastrophe and the nightmare of people without any help.

Especially those monks who were far from the core area of the Immortal Alliance, they laughed miserably in silence, because they saw the collapse of the morning starry sky of the Immortal Alliance and saw that this area became ruins.

But they are also lucky, because they know that from now on, there will be no more fairy alliances, so they chose to escape and choose to fight for... alive in all means under this catastrophe!

And those monks who don't know that the starry sky of the Immortal Alliance are smashed in this catastrophe, even if they escape, they still have the hope of returning to the Immortal Alliance, but they don't know that what they are waiting for is the fear and confusion after seeing the ruins.

Compared with the Immortal Alliance, the monks of Daochen Sect are luckier. This luck does not mean how many of their deaths, but the living people can have hope forever. The hope is Dao Chenzong.

Because of the closure of all the transmission arrays of Daochenzong, they may never be able to go back in their lives, and they can't see what's going on inside Daochenzong, but in their opinion, Daochenzong exists.

This is hope, which will always be preserved in the hearts of living people, and may be passed on from generation to generation...

Seven days after this catastrophe, the hurricane in the real world of Daochen did not dissipate, but became stronger and stronger. I don't know how long it will last. Even the people of the anti-sacred camp can't clearly know this.

As long as there is a boundary force pouring in along the gap of the three wildernesses, there will be this endless hurricane, but whether it is a year, ten years, or a hundred and a thousand years, this boundary force will eventually disappear one day, and this hurricane in the morning real world will eventually disappear.

After its disappearance, the Three Wilderness World will face a battle, either from the reverse saint, or the dark morning, or the killing and catastrophe on both sides. Compared with the catastrophe formed by this hurricane, that is the real catastrophe, because it can no longer only affect one real world, but the blood wind that can affect

And when the bloody wind of this catastrophe did not come, when the boundary hurricane was permeated in the morning real world, for the three wilderness world, this period of time became a silence before the outbreak of the storm.

They have no other way. They can't make up for the gap that has been torn open in the three wildernesses. They can only constantly make themselves strong, make their sects strong, and their own real worlds strong, so that they can have a glimmer of hope of survival in the last catastrophe.

Then, silently waiting for the catastrophe to come!

For the two camps of the reverse saint and the dark morning outside the three wilderness world, the quiet time in the three wilderness world is a critical moment for them to fight against each other.

They have to keep fighting for this gap. Because this gap exists in the anti-saint, they have to pay several times the price to fight for it.

In the same way, if the dark morning exerts all its strength, then the anti-sage has to go all out.

In a word, this may be the last silence in the three wilderness worlds, it may be short or long, but in any case, it will definitely end one day.

This moment may not be far away.

In this dilapidated Taoist real world, after seven days, when the hurricane was getting stronger and stronger, the root of the hurricane, under the gap of the three wildernesses, in the former pillar of light, a white light suddenly rushed out of it, and the speed of the white light rushed out of the strongest hurricane in the core area.

After going out, not far from here, the cocoon transformed by the white phoenix has only left a thin layer. The cocoon could not last until now. In fact, it should have been broken many days ago, and everything in it has dissipated in the hurricane.

The reason why it can be maintained is that the white phoenix in it, in order to survive, in order to survive, she performed the irreversible phoenix access control technique, which uses Shouyuan as the strength, burns life several times the support, so that she can persist until now.

But the price she paid is extremely tragic for a woman. In the thin cocoon, you can see the face of the white phoenix. It is no longer the beauty of the past, but full of wrinkles. Her age no longer looks like the previous age, but as if she had just It crawled out of the coffin, and the whole body was full of old and rotten smell.

is still dressed in white, but there is no beauty, but there is a sadness.

This sadness comes from Bai Feng. These seven days are like her whole life.

She could not have done this. She could have made death more dignified. If she couldn't live well, she could have chosen a beautiful death.

But she is unwilling. She is afraid of death. She is unwilling to lose everything. She has always dreamed of flying against the holy world. For this dream, she can give up everything.

But now, she, who is filled with deep despair, can only wait for Su Ming's arrival in this thin cocoon. She has no life to continue to burn. Even if this cocoon can continue to exist, then her life will not exceed a month.

The white light flying from the core of the hurricane in the distance was about to go away. Suddenly, it changed its direction and went straight to Bai Feng. In an instant, the white light pierced the old eyes of the white phoenix. If it was two days ago, Bai Feng would have been very excited. If it was three days ago, Bai Feng If the other party can save her, she will agree.

If it was four days or even five days ago, Bai Feng's choice would never change, but now... it has been seven days.

With only one month to live, she clearly knew that her longevity was irreversible. She looked numbly at the white light outside the cocoon, with no expression on her face. There were no tears in her eyes, but when she looked at her, she clearly cried silently and echoed faintly.

After a short silence, a slight sigh, as if from the distant years, came from the wind and snow, and the white light outside the cocoon flashed through the cocoon, swept the white phoenix into the white light, and left here in an instant.

This white light is a white ring more than ten feet in size. This ring is the anti-sage treasure, but now, this treasure no longer belongs to a certain anti-saint, it belongs to a Mosu who said goodbye to the past and was reborn!

Only Su Ming himself knows the difficulty of devouring the Star Pole. Su Ming knows the process of everything that has happened in the white ring in the past seven days.

But in any case, when the white ring flew out of the hurricane, it means that Su Ming had devoured the Star Pole and devoured his soul.

Nowadays, Su Ming's appearance has changed greatly. He is no longer the old body of the old man in black robe, but much younger. He looks like a young man. He looks handsome, but there is a touch of gloom. His eyes flash, which contains life and silence.

He is still wearing a black robe, but in the body under this black robe, the soul that exists is nearly 30% stronger than Su Ming's previous soul.

And his cultivation has also soared, and the degree of growth is even more amazing than his soul. But if all this is compared with the white ring, it is by no means a creation. The real creation is the white ring!

This is rare even in the anti-holy camp. Its indescribable degree of preciousness has become the object of Su Ming!

The treasure contains an unspeakable breath. If Su Ming can understand it, then the help to him will be earth-shaking. Even as long as this treasure stays with Su Ming, it is equivalent to giving him a glimmer of... an opportunity to step into the unspeakable realm in the future!!

Such an opportunity is enough to make all the monks crazy. This is the great creation that Su Ming got!

Inside the white ring, Su Ming meditated on his knees. In front of him was Bai Feng, who had become a vicissitudes of old girl. He sat there silently and looked out of the ring in a daze. He hadn't spoken for three days.

She was silent, and Su Ming had no words to say to Bai Feng. In fact, he saved the other party. It was just a trace of emotion in Su Ming's heart, sighed in the past, sighed to the west, sighed at Wushan, sighed in the circle and the wind and snow.

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