After that, Zhao Tiangang didn't say anything anymore, and his chivalrous figure was still floating in the sky. In the blink of an eye, he saw Zhao Tiangang standing west of the top of the sky, and the setting sun was shrouded on him, as if he had won the victory.

armor.

The rivers and waters are connected, and the heaven and earth are the same color.

At the end of the east, the ancient view of the bell tower, the purple yang Taoist has white hair.

In the West, it is gorgeous and beautiful, with a young man erect and erect robes cleanly.

The disciples of the Xingyun Sect all looked up at Zhao Tiangang, their eyes full of passionate worship.

The elder walked to Chu Yue's side, his eyes fell on Zhao Tiangang, and smiled bitterly and comfortably, "Xiao Chu, that's your senior brother Tiangang."

The old man said what everyone knew, his old and gray eyes were filled with tears, and they became redder as they followed.

"Xiao Chu..."

The old man asked in a trembling voice: "Will he stay and stay with us all the time?"

Chu Yue was silent.

Her gods and demon eyes cannot see through Zhao Tiangang and cannot give a definite answer.

"Actually, it's great to see him again."

The great elder took out the Eight-Song Treasure Box, and a melodious and pleasant sound rang out.

He held the Bayin treasure box in his arms, twisted his sleeves and carefully wiped the edge of the Bayin treasure box, and whispered to his elegantly rotating deceased wife: "Look, it's Tiangang, our Tiangang is back

.”

He only hopes for two children in his life.

One is the biological flesh and blood in the womb of a wife who died of birth.

One is Zhao Tiangang who has given up half of his life.

It's gone.

All are gone.

Now, Ye Chuyue is the third one.

He hoped that Zhao Tiangang at this moment would be real, flesh and blood, but reason told him that Zhao Tiangang had died many years ago.

"Great Elder." Chu Yue saw the jade pendant worn by the old man's chest, "I haven't seen you wear this jade pendant before."

"This is Tiangang's jade pendant, which is said to be a ancestral object. After Tiangang left, I left this jade pendant as a thought." The elder held the jade pendant, his eyes were sore and hot.

The wife and beloved disciple he cared about the most in the past became the jade pendant he wore and the eight-tone treasure box in his palm.

"Missing?" The little devil yawned in the space, crossed his legs, looked at the white little feet of pink jade carved porcelain shaking, and said lazily: "Zhao Tiangang is not alive, he is just guarding the Xingyun Sect.

The thoughts were too strong, and the people of the Xingyun Sect often remembered him, and they were intertwined with the thoughts of the Great Elder, and the Yue clan’s blessing to the Xingyun Sect, so there is still a possibility of Zhao Tiangang appearing again after his death.”

"What is in front of the world now is not Zhao Tiangang, but Zhao Tiangang's thoughts and beliefs. Even the residual soul is not considered a remnant soul. As for when it can be supported, no one can say."

"However, his faith body can still have the strength of the supreme master realm, which is surprising."

In other words, if Zhao Tiangang disappears again, it means that the real person dies like a lamp is extinguished.

Chu Yueyao looked at Zhao Tiangang.

Looking at the backbone and mountains of the Xingyun Sect.

His body and soul shattered many years ago, and with just a trace of faith, he was still protecting the Nebula Sect.

When night fell, Zhao Tiangang's figure remained unmoved beside the moon in the sky, which made the Holy Sects fear and awe, and made the boiling hearts of tens of thousands of disciples of the Xingyun Sect difficult to cool down.

Chu Yue was in Beichen Palace in Baihezhou, holding a magic sword in her hand, using the "Tiangang Sword Technique" one by one. When she collected the sword, she was able to see Zhao Tiangang's gratitude and gratitude with her eyes and her gratitude, which was also a reward for her as her junior brother.

...

Beichen Palace is very lively.

The young man's swordsmanship was sharp and full of strength, and his figure was as stained with ink.

In the Baihezhou Palace, the crane is charming, sexy in shape, and her eyebrows and eyes are all charming. She is wearing clothes that outline her figure and is waiting for the favor of the Crane Emperor.

"Yan Mu's fox charming son."

The crane queen played with the exquisite nails inlaid with gems, and her eyes cursed coldly: "It's really disgusting to have lost all her legs and a tongue, and she's still seducing people like this."

The maid knelt on the ground and rubbed her knees, "She is just a slave, and she can only do some despicable means, so she is not as good as Your Highness, Your Highness, you are the wife of the matchmaker of the Emperor Crane."

“That’s true.”

The crane queen stretched out her tense expression.

Outside, the Crane Emperor's ceremonial war appeared and entered the palace in a mighty manner.

The gaze lit up and he quickly followed with the hem of the skirt.

"Mr. Crane Emperor."

The crane bows in a gentle manner.

The smile had just raised and was solidifying at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But the Emperor of Crane pushed Yan Mu's knees and appeared in the palace garden. The water on the ground was silent, refracting the transparent bright moon and shining on the almost pale face behind the crane.

She clenched her fists, gritted her teeth, her eyes trembled, and she looked at the Crane Emperor in disbelief, "Hasn't the Lord said that Yan Mu is a slut in Baihezhou, and should not enter the palace area, for fear that she would defile the holy energy of the palace?

”

"I need to ask you for advice when doing things?"

The Crane Emperor's cruel and tyrannical eyes were filled with danger.

After looking at the crane indifferently, the crane was so scared that he was so scared that his legs were bent and his knees were kneeling down, and he lowered his head and trembled, "I don't dare."

The Crane Emperor pushed Yan Mu's wheelchair into the depths of the palace.

In his bedroom, there is a dark secret room.

The closer to the secret room, the more trembling Yan Mu's heart will be.

She tamped her hands and held her breath.

When the door of the secret room opened, a skeleton that had been whipped countless times was seen.

The dense scars are like gullies, one by one, stitched in front of you. The man who used to be like a clear moon and a breeze is now in peace after his death, and the remaining dead bones will be destroyed day and night.

The Emperor of Crane lowered his eyes and saw tears flowing from Yan Mu's eyes. The pain in his heart followed the impatient dysfunction and unstoppable fire.

He suddenly overturned the wheelchair to the ground and let Yan Mu fall down.

Then he looked down at Yan Mu, who was frowning and in pain, like a king who was high above, and was waiting for her begging.

Yan Mu bit his lips stubbornly, climbed forward with both hands, and kept approaching Duan Pingsheng's skeleton.

Just as her hand was about to touch Duan Pingsheng's skeleton, the man's boots stepped on the back of her hand.

She looked up.

The man leaned over and raised her jaw.

"Tonight, I will cut his skeleton into ten thousand pieces."

"If you think about him so much, then you might as well serve me. A woman with a watery and beautiful woman like you doesn't have to be a chaste person."

"I'll let him go after serving him, how about it?"

The crane emperor's scarlet eyes were extremely painful, and he showed extreme possessiveness.

He moved his feet away.

Yan Mu pulled out his hand and wrote in his hand.

"roll."

"I just serve the dog, and I won't serve you."

He was also a shameful person. He knew he was scolding himself, but he still had to continue listening.

"You kill, don't talk about ten thousand sections, one hundred thousand sections, one million sections, you've all gone to kill them."
Chapter completed!