The giant cocoon carrying thunder has become smaller in the next few hundred years, and the purple-red thunder rolling on it has become increasingly indifferent, as if it is gradually making news.

The big yellow dog on the side was a little worried, and always felt that Chen Xia was malnourished, so he specially studied the thunder method and wanted to supplement Chen Xia's nutrition.

However, the road to learning thunder method is not smooth. It is often because of the heavy thunder and the raindrops are small, so it cannot produce real thunder.

The big yellow dog also blamed himself, thinking that he was too useless.

It also knew that Chi Yu left the Cangtian Sword Sea, not only Chi Yu, but many disciples have left the Cangtian Sword Sea one after another.

Not everyone is willing to accompany the Cangtian Sword Sea to spend the last dusk.

Moreover, the disciples have a bright future, and life is even more impossible to face the end with the sea of ​​swords in the sky.

But Chiyu's departure finally made the big yellow dog very sad. The days after the news came out, the whole dog was stunned and kept staring at the sky.

Zhang Daoming couldn't stand it and advised it, "There is no banquet that lasts forever. As long as you can survive, you will meet again in the future."

The big yellow dog was still very disappointed when he supported the dog's head, "But what if Chiyu can't survive?"

"That's fate, but no one can say good about the future. Instead of worrying about the future, it's better to live the present, right?" Zhang Daoming persuaded in a slight tone.

"Yes." The big yellow dog lit his head, still feeling depressed, staring at the huge cocoon in a daze, thinking about something that scares it.

What if Chen Xia dies in the future?

Just thinking of this problem, the big yellow dog feels sad and even happier.

Akatsuki's departure was like a knife, cutting its slender mouth in its heart.

However, the big yellow dog didn't blame anyone, just blamed himself for being too useless. If it became the emperor, Chiyu would not have to leave, and Chen Xia would not have to be rolled by the third elder.

The first thousand years of Chen Xia's cocoon.

The third elder, who had not been moved for a long time, spoke, stood above the sky, faced the entire sea of ​​swords, and spoke majesticly.

"From now on, the monks who leave the Cangtian Sword Sea will not come back in the future. No matter how alive or dead you are, there will be no place for you."

The lowly disciples and elders were silent. Although they knew in their hearts that the sea of ​​swords in the sky was gradually becoming more and more ruined, they still felt incredible when they heard such words from the Supreme Elder.

The Cangtian Sword Sea, which had been prosperous for several generations in the star field, finally waited for the time to be destroyed.

The third elder said another sentence later, not about the Cangtian sword sea, but towards the Jianlin.

"I'll give you another thousand years, and I'll get out of the sword forest before I even broke through the cocoon. This spring that contains sword energy is not for you to break through the cocoon."

Time has been given very little time, at least the third elders feel that.

Except for the Third Elder, no other Supreme Elder has spoken.

The entire Cangtian sword sea seemed to have completely silent, like a dying old man, waiting for the final moment.

This was the first thousand years of decline. After the third elder spoke, three formal disciples left together. Before leaving, they knelt down to the sea of ​​swords in the sky and bowed to the sea of ​​swords.

"Get out, don't come back if you go out!"

The Second Law Elder in charge of the record shouted unceremoniously.

"Thank you for your cultivation!" The three of them spoke in unison. They were all registered disciples of the Second Law Elder.

"Hmph!" The second elder of the Law snorted coldly, and after putting his hands on it, he did not reply.

The three formal disciples stood up together, and without saying anything, they walked towards the distance.

"Go out and have fun, don't lose face of Cangtian Jianhai!" A sudden shout.

The three formal disciples turned around excitedly, clasped their fists and bowed again, and said in a passionate tone.

"yes!"

Perhaps ten thousand years later, the Cangtian Sword Sea has been destroyed, but they can still bring the Cangtian Sword Sea to the distance.

The first thousand two hundred years.

The first time an elder left in the Cangtian Sword Sea was the new elder. He had a low cultivation level and was at the first level of the Overturned Sea Realm, but his family background was good and he was personally picked up by the Butian Realm in the family.

No one cared about the Cangtian Sword Sea. If, as usual, a Butian Realm dared to enter the Cangtian Sword Sea like this, she would have been slapped to death by the saint.

But now no one comes to care about him, let alone send him off.

Just leave, the sea of ​​swords in the sky will not be left.

This is the first formal elder who left, but definitely not the last one.

There are still one after another.

There are 280 formal elders in the Cangtian Sword Sea, and by 1,500 years, there will be only 200.

The other eighty elder seats were cleared out of the high hall and thrown into the sea of ​​swords.

There are exactly two hundred elders now, but they will definitely not die. The elder's departure has just begun.

An elder with a promising future, family background and background cannot face the end of the world with the Cangtian sword sea.

They hide in their families. Although they will receive the consequences, they will definitely survive and will have their own future in the future.

Perhaps he could become a powerful figure in the Butian Realm, and he should not be tied to death in the Cangtian Sword Sea.

The official elders have left, how could the disciple still want to stay?

Most of the disciples who are willing to stay in the Cangtian Sword Sea want to take advantage of them, such as going to Tiange to learn magical powers and magic.

Or it is valued by a big man who doesn’t want to leave and is given the inheritance.

This is the opportunity.

These disciples wanted opportunities, so they were reluctant to leave.

And in the 1,700th year, a new news was added to the craze for the monks to leave.

Someone in the fourteen sons of heaven has left.

He was still a top-ranked emperor. Without saying a word, he left the Cangtian sword sea and was not sure where he was going.

The Fourteen Sons of Cangtian, which was once established in the Cangtian Sword Sea, are now like a joke. There are not the Fourteen Sons of Cangtian, but only the Thirteen Sons.

And everyone knows that it will be the Thirteenth Son, and how many of them will be in the future, someone boldly predicted and gave the answer.

zero.

The disciples and the official elders did not want to stay in the Cangtian Sword Sea, and there was no reason for the Emperor Miaozi to stay.

All the remaining Emperor Seedlings are likely to be zero.

same year.

Pan Dadao looked at Chen Xia in the cocoon pupa. His old body limped, his head full of white hair, and his eyes were turbid, so he stared at the cocoon pupa.

The big yellow dog sat aside, hugged his chest with his claws, looked Pan Dadao carefully for a while, and suddenly sighed.

"Why are you so old?"

"It's normal to be born, old, sick and die." Pan Dadao chuckled, his eyes were still looking at the cocoon pupa, shook his head, and continued to whisper.

"It's a pity that I may not see Chen Xia again in my life. I originally wanted to sue someone, but I had no chance."

The big yellow dog hurriedly advised: "It's okay, no matter how strong you are, Chen Xia should be fast. I see that the purple thunder is gone and the cocoon is much smaller."

"Okay." Pan Dadao responded, his eyes were turbid, wrinkles on the corners of his mouth, and a chuckled appeared.

"If I haven't waited, I hope you will bring me a word."

"What do you mean?" asked the big yellow dog.

"Thanks."

Pan Dadao answered.

In the 1,800th year, Pan Dadao sat in the cave and died.

The funeral was not glorious, nor was there a purple gold coffin, it was just an ordinary wooden coffin.

Only Zhang Daoming and the big yellow dog were seeing off.

It was raining thinly this day.

After the rain.
Chapter completed!