Chapter 2115 She has lost Yan Hongyuan and can no longer lose Dugulan
The blood-winged boy was floating among the sea of thundering clouds at night, with the marks left by the ropes all over his body.
Every strangulation mark was deep enough to the bone, and blood flowed out that was shocking and dazzling.
He was so weak that his face turned pale. When he looked down, his eyes filled with tears and a smile appeared on his lips.
I still remember that back then, he and Xiao Gu were hunted down by people from the Kaitian Sect, and in the end they had nowhere to hide.
Xiao Gu tricked him into using his strength and opened a passage.
On the other side of that passage is the bottom of Mount Futu.
Xiaogu tied his ankles with iron chains.
Tell him: "Be good, just take a nap and you'll be fine. When I come back, I'll bring you bone soup to drink."
Xiaogu is gone.
Before leaving, I looked back at him three times.
Green eyes that are so pure that they don’t disturb dust are full of reluctance.
In the end, he left without looking back and never came back.
He waited at the foot of Futu Mountain.
Wait until you forget the reason why you came and the purpose of leaving.
Although the iron ring at the bottom of the chain was holding him down, the space was large enough for him to come out anytime and anywhere.
Therefore, over the years, he would untie the hoop and go outside to play. When he got tired, he would go back and put the hoop on himself.
And at the moment when Xiao Gu was completely restored in the space inside the sword, the young man remembered all kinds of past events.
When Chu Yue's body was severely injured, he broke the rope that bound him.
The young man was bathed in blood and looked at the woman with split skin and bloody dragon scales with unbearable distress.
She is still the same as in memory.
She is a hero of a generation who has stood in the torrent of time and on the top of the snow-capped mountains in winter for 90,000 years.
…
Fire, burning fiercely.
The person in the fire smiles much more gently than when they first met.
Dugulan herself thought it was ridiculous.
She once hated Ye Chuyue to the extreme.
She hated that little junior sister who was so arrogant in Shenxuan Academy, but she also envied her for living a free and unrestrained life.
She hates that Senior Sister Yan regards Ye Chuyue as more important than herself, even more than her life, but she also envies Ye Chuyue who makes Senior Sister Yan desperate.
Even she didn't expect it.
In the end, she is willing to follow in the footsteps of Senior Sister Yan, taking Aiwujiwu to the extreme, and replacing Yan Hongyuan, who has passed away, to protect the best little Junior Sister in the entire Five Continents.
"Little junior sister."
She laughed in the fire, "On the road to martial arts, senior sister can only accompany you until here."
"Go forward, go to the vast wilderness outside the territory, go to the ninth level of the sky, that is where you should stay."
It's a pity that she can never see that scene again.
She hasn't even hugged the child named Ye Chen.
She obviously wanted to hug her and touch her child's soft and soft touch.
However, when the words came to my lips, I felt extremely disgusted.
She hasn't been able to see her junior sister go to the top of martial arts and become the true emperor.
When she arrived at Jiuyou Huangquan, how was she going to tell Senior Sister Yan about the current situation of her little Junior Sister?
"No……"
Chu Yue's eyes were about to split and she shook her head dumbly.
Her soul is about to twist.
Her heart was ferocious.
She is as gloomy as a demon.
She has already lost Yan Hongyuan and cannot lose Dugu Lan again.
Although Yan Hongyuan has shaped her body, it is more difficult to return to a fresh state than to reach the sky. Perhaps after ninety-nine and eighty-one difficulties, it will only be an empty failure.
Shen Xueji and others looked at this scene with laughter.
Xie Qingyan glanced worriedly, and because of this, he was hit by four golden lotuses.
The three two-star Martial Gods also shackled a hundred disciples of Ziyuan in the Martial Emperor realm.
"Ye Chuyue, just surrender and capture him."
Shen Xueji laughed loudly: "You are already a lost dog, and your people are like fish in the net. How long do you want to fight to your death?"
The remaining power of the Martial Gods from these people was intertwined and engulfed Chu Yue like a heavenly and earthly net.
The momentum and power that swallowed the sky and the ferocious sun caused the faces of the tribal troops under Chu Yue to change greatly.
"Xiaoyue..." Emperor Ye Tian's face turned pale.
Mu Qinghuang's eyes turned red.
"Little guy." Mu Fengming has never been as panicked and scared as he is now.
Afraid of losing this gray and everlasting sun.
Worry was written on every face.
A pair of eyes, either tightened or widened radially.
"General Ye... don't... don't..." The knife in Ye Yang's hand fell to the ground, and tears continued to flow out.
Ye Chuyue.
That was the only light in his heart.
"Stab!" The former Honghubang warrior, the baby in the giant's arms, took advantage of Ye Yang's sadness and penetrated Ye Yang's shoulder blades on both sides with a pair of short swords from top to bottom.
Ye Yang didn't even shout.
In his blood-red eyes, there was only the dying figure.
don't want.
don't want.
He didn't want to see General Ye disappear like the imperial army in the past.
He is devoted to good deeds, considers himself righteous, and has worked conscientiously for so many years.
If there is a way, evil will not overwhelm righteousness.
But wherever he looked, Ye Yang could see the sky without eyes!
If so, what else does he do with this self-righteous righteousness? What else does he do to pray for the military soul of Blessing Mountain?
He might as well be a devil, a monster, a ghost!
Ye Yang's pupils were filled with dark smoke.
Ye Mohan and Hongmeng Su fought for a long time and were exhausted.
At the last moment, he could take down Hongmeng Su with one sword.
Seeing that Chu Yue was in danger, at the critical moment, he rushed to Chu Yue's side without hesitation, ignoring Hong Meng Su's counter-attack instead of defensive, not to mention the explosive damage caused by Hong Meng Su's desperate situation.
One after another, the aura of the God of War was overwhelming and dense, rushing towards Chu Yue from all directions.
Every blast of the God of War's energy can split open mountains and seas and swallow wild beasts, and the surging power it contains is terrifying.
Chu Yue drooped her head, her dejected world-weariness made her look like a demon walking in a mountain of corpses and a sea of bones.
She smiled lowly.
The hoarse voice carries a hint of extreme madness and paranoia.
"Outside the wilderness, beyond the nine realms of heaven..." She smiled: "If there is no senior sister by your side, how can you appreciate it even if there are thousands of mountains and rivers?"
"so!"
"Please, senior sister, continue to accompany me on the next journey!"
When she raised her face and smiled, a round red dot appeared in the middle of her other purple eye.
It's...the breath of devil!
She touched the ground with the soles of her feet and flew directly into the intertwined martial spirit.
Thousands of strands of the spirit of the God of War penetrated her like arrows.
The overwhelming and powerful force seems to be able to destroy the most impregnable thing in the world.
Wrapped in the bright light of destructive nature, it snowed in the sky.
A Shennong Holy Snow.
The wounds of our soldiers who were caressed by Shennong's Holy Snow healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The largest amount of Shennong's Holy Snow fell on Dugulan, extinguishing the fire in that palm.
Dugulan raised her morbidly thin and cracked hand from the weak fire, and gently touched the holy snowflakes, with a glimmer of hope igniting in her eyes.