"This rain will not last for a while." Feng Lin Tianxia glanced at the Explosion Rain in the Void and sighed: "Oh, it's a pity that a generation of geniuses."

"I don't know who will be this time?" The crazy detective also empathized with it, revealing regret.

"Another?" Everyone was surprised when they heard the word "Crazy Detective" and didn't understand what it meant.

"A person who can cause such an oddity may have entered the heavenly throne." When Luo Zheng said this, he couldn't help but look at the person in front of him. This person is also a genius.

A desperate practitioner of the heavenly ranks of only twenty and four years old is expected to be at the level of legend and even demigods before thirty.

Could it be that it has reached the end?

Feng Ling Tianxia didn’t know, Luo Zheng didn’t know, and no one even knew, because people were so changeable and unreasonable.

God returns to God, dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth, everything disappears with time.

Some people fall down, some people live, there is destruction of heaven and earth, there is also the rebirth of heaven and earth, there is time travel and rebirth, there is nothing, there is helplessness, and there is an ordinary life. Even in a certain world, there are people like ants, such as you and me.

Time passes, and countless people are born and died every minute. This is the law of all things and the cycle of heaven and earth. One day, Luo Zheng and others are also a handful of loess.

Although these people are just small people to those great gods.

But they have everything that little people have never had, just ask for

The Tao seeks truth, pursues martial arts, swords, grudges, love and hatred, and a horse that holds a sword to the world.

Maybe their lives are not perfect, maybe their lives ended very early, maybe their people do evil, maybe maybe... there are many, maybe maybe.

But they have no regrets, everyone is dead, and it doesn't matter whether it is brilliant or not.

Similarly, their world, world, life, swordsmanship, rivers and lakes, and martial arts world are also extremely gorgeous, colorful and melodious.

Unfortunately, Luo Zheng and the others didn’t know who the rain was to pay tribute to, because no one had seen it before, so naturally no one remembered them. If the people were gone, the building was empty, maybe that was the case.

Those who can be remembered are often the great men of celebrities, but even so, these great men of heaven and earth will be submerged on the river of time.

But isn't anyone really going to remember them?

Maybe not all.

Because their opponents will still remember them, and even if they die, they will still remember the faces of these people and remember everything about them.

Because they are also small people and are also people who are busy with life. Even as the strongest people in the world, they are still small people. If they can't even remember it, then this is the sadness of small people.

"Follow me" Feng Ling Tianxia's heart moved, and the flames in his hand began to tremble slightly, and the world gradually became blurred, as if he was gradually leaving the world.

"Okay" most of the people present cannot see the mystery of the world, except those

Only those who are hidden can know the mystery of this hand.

"Interesting, Feng Ling Tianxia has been able to do it initially, integrating the mystery of legends, but there is still a world of difference from the true perfection of heaven."

A very ordinary old man sat in a corner and saw this scene.

Or it should be said that from beginning to end, he witnessed it with his own eyes, and this was just his first time talking.

"I said, "Old button, what do you mean by your profound costume?" A man wearing the waiter's clothes pulled open his clothes and returned to his original appearance.

"Big boy, I'm not pretending to be profound, I'm just talking about the matter." I was not angry at the mystery, and I was drinking coffee leisurely: "The little guy is not out yet."

"I'm calling you?" Ling'er rubbed Xiaoli's back with her fingers.

Xiaoli turned around and pushed Ling'er out directly: "It's not called me, it's called you."

"I am a fox fairy, so I won't stand with them." The little fox fairy hid on the cashier, eating apples, which look so leisurely.

"Little guy, I mean the door, not the little guy"

"Ouch" When the little fox fairy heard someone behind her, she immediately stood up, but hit the top of the table, rolled out directly, and looked up slightly.

When the relationship saw some riddles, the eldest son leaned on the table and looked at himself while drinking a drink. He also felt two gloating eyes, and he shook his left and right: "Okay, it's you."
Chapter completed!