Text text_Chapter 1775 I wish you never meet on the road to Huangquan!
In the private room.
Yang Xinyao's face was gloomy, her heart ached, and her heart was torn apart!
She did not expect that the situation would be so serious, nor did she expect that this moth would come over even though he knew he could never leave her again. What kind of courage does that have?
If we didn't know this news, the entire Nishen would collapse.
Without this moth, they would all die!
Here she comes!
What it brings is the hope of the entire God!
"sorry!"
Yang Xinyao bowed and apologized, and said sincerely and solemnly: "Butterflies are great, and moths are even greater. I respect your moths flying into the fire, and I respect your tragedy!"
"Thanks!"
Zhu Ling smiled as if her face, which was not beautiful at all, enlarged at this moment, tragic and magnificent. She found a small piece of wood among the powder in the kit, and crushed it into seven pieces with her fingers. Strangely, after crushing it to
In the seventh section, the wood suddenly ignited, and the faint smoke formed a butterfly.
"Actually, I want to be a great butterfly!"
Finished.
She stepped forward, pulled out the sharp sword from Yang Xinyao's waist, and pierced her chest with the sword, letting the blood spurt out. A bamboo leaf shattered on her chest, forming endless divine power that enveloped the moth.
On the body.
cover!
It’s more of a disguise!
And she used Yang Xinyao's sword!
"When you are reborn, I will personally take you into the butterfly!" Yang Xinyao's eyes were moist and she was crying. She wished she was smarter, and she wished Xinglan Xingyan could be smarter.
How I wish this moth had never appeared!
Zhu Ling's eyes were distracted, but the corners of her mouth were still slightly raised. Moths also have dreams, they hope to break out of their cocoons and become butterflies!
"Stay alive and wait for them... to return!"
When it came to "them", Zhu Ling was so angry that "return" was just a breath of fresh air. She closed her eyes heavily, thinking about the honest man's waiting, thinking that she would never come back again.
…
"sorry!"
Yang Xinyao knelt down in front of Zhu Ling and burst into tears. This supposedly ordinary moth exchanged its own life for the vitality of defying the gods. It was tragic and respectable.
"But this war should be fought with our lives!"
Yang Xinyao clenched her fists tightly. They were the ones who created this situation, but it was this moth that died.
This is not right!
"Thank you, I will use the blood of endless opponents to honor your heavenly spirit!"
Finished.
She stood up, her pretty face was covered with frost, and the power in her body seemed to be unable to be suppressed at this moment, becoming unprecedentedly chill. Nishen was indeed at a critical moment of life and death. When they were about to enter the stage of the top power, those opponents thought
Pick off the fruit of rebellion against God.
"Don't even think about it!"
She screamed in her heart that even if she risked her life and death, she could not take Nishen away from her hands. Although she was not as good as the human master Nishu, she was full of blood and the spirit of sacrifice.
"Who is stabbing me in the back?"
Yang Xinyao pondered for a moment, then with a gloomy face, she pulled out the sword, hung it on her waist again, and then walked out of the private room carrying Zhu Ling's body.
"Master Yang!"
Several old people had been waiting in the hall for a long time. If they hadn't known that he was a mortal, they would have broken in by now.
"Get rid of it!"
Yang Xinyao endured the heartbreak, threw Zhu Ling's body on the ground, and said: "This is a weak person. He still wants to hide his strength and kill me. How naive!"
"A god!"
Several other old people changed their colors immediately. Although Zhu Ling was dead, the aura of the god on her body was not extinguished. They did not expect that a god could hide from their fiery eyes.
"Damn it!" Several old people said reproachfully: "Master Yang must not take risks in the future."
"Well, I understand!"
Yang Xinyao's eyes were dull, and they passed over the faces of several old people one by one. Some obscure lights flashed in her eyes. From this moment on, she would fight alone, and there would no longer be a trustworthy person beside her. At least she would not
Dare to take risks...
desert.
Yellow sand is flying, and the sky is filled with desolation.
But there is an oasis in the desert. The lotus leaves are just beginning to show their sharp corners, and even the yellow sand cannot fly in. Two beautiful goddesses are standing on the lotus pond, smelling the fragrance of the lotus leaves, frowning.
"The moth sacrifices itself, the message has been delivered!"
Xingyan sighed and said: "We proved that Master Yang did not betray, but..."
Xinglan was also sighing, but more of it was filled with harsh evil aura: "In the past, when the human master and the rebel master were around, those forces did not dare to penetrate into the rebel god. At that time, the rebel god was a sharp sword that could cut through thorns and thorns.
,omnipotent."
"And now this sword is rusty and full of holes... Xingyan, don't be sad. This war is more unpredictable than we imagined. We may all have to sacrifice in the future. If my sister is ahead of time, don't cry and pick it up."
The sword comes and strikes the sky. The butterflies are going to die, but they are going to conquer this heaven and this earth." Xinglan said calmly.
"Sister...yes!"
Xingyan looked at Xinglan, and finally his forehead was heavy.
call!
A gust of wind flew down, lifting up lotus leaves, carrying endless fragrance, and flew into the little noses of the two pretty goddesses, making them couldn't help but turn around and look at the butterfly that flew down.
.
"Detected!" The butterfly stood up and bowed.
"explain!"
"The masters of the Celestial Clan are returning to the Celestial Clan, and there is a Celestial God among them, and their purpose is to fly to the Ksitigarbha Star."
"What exactly?"
"Suppression news!"
"That should be the same as our speculation!" Xinglan sighed. The only way to make the Tian Clan be so solemn was to hear that the old Taoist had died and to seal the place. He also thought of Ksitigarbha. This shows that the Tian Dao of the Tian Clan was
The character is so cautious.
As long as the rebel god here falls, great events can be expected for the Celestial Clan!
"Xingyan, I leave this to you!"
Xinglan said solemnly and solemnly: "I will take that treasure to the sacred volcano!"
"elder sister!"
Xing Yan's color changed instantly, and he said urgently: "You have to sit here, and you can mobilize the butterflies, but I don't matter, so let me do it."
"You...are not qualified enough!"
Xinglan shook his head and said, "Your presence will only make people suspicious, and only I can do that."
"no!"
Xingyan immediately said: "What will you do if you leave Butterfly? With my ability, I'm afraid I will lose even faster."
"Nonsense!"
"Lord!"
At this time, the butterfly standing aside said: "Let me do it!"
"no!"
Xinglan and Xinglan were all pale, and did not want this god to sacrifice. For Xinglan, this was the best relief. They had made too many mistakes, which led to the current situation. Sacrifice was the best choice.
"Xingyan, my status is not enough. The main thing is to sit here and command the butterflies, but I can."
The god general spoke and smiled: "This is an excellent choice. The impact of my sacrifice on the butterflies is far less serious than yours."
"Please let Feng Yu die!"
She bowed solemnly and respectfully. This was a dead end, without any hope, but it would bring hope to Nishen, and it was also the only way to send the message to Jizo Star.
Xinglan looked ugly.
Xing Yan was about to cry.
They knew this was right, but how could they bear to let a god general die?
"Please, Lord, let Feng Yu die!"
Feng Yu said with a tragic smile: "Feng Yu is a butterfly when he is born, and he is also a butterfly when he dies. Feng Yu is proud of butterflies, but today Feng Yu is tired, let the butterflies be proud of Feng Yu for once. Lord, please give that treasure to Feng Yu
Bar!"
The wind and rain are believable.
She is Han Ruyue's die-hard loyalist, and it was Han Ruyue who changed the destiny of this divine general. Over the years, Feng Yu has made too many contributions, and Butterfly is grateful, but now she wants to give her last effort to Butterfly.
She wants to die!
"wind and rain……"
Xinglan's jade eyes were red, and butterflies were bleeding almost every day, but now it was Fengyu's blood that was flowing. Xingyan was crying like rain, and she knew that Fengyu would never come back from this trip.
They are not sisters, but they are better than sisters!
"Please, Lord!" Feng Yu bowed again.
Xinglan pondered for a moment, then tremblingly handed a ring to Feng Yu's hand, and said hoarsely: "The God of Death will try his best to fight for you, but you must let this ring fall into their hands."
"The butterflies and we owe you our lives!"
"Thanks!"
Feng Yu laughed, as bright as a child. She put the ring away solemnly, and when she turned to leave, she suddenly stopped and pondered for a moment before saying: "When the day comes when Lord Butterfly comes back, please tell her that Feng Yu has never
Let her down!"
"Wow……"
Xingyan's tears were like raindrops, and she cried without any image.
A drop of clear tears rolled down his cheeks and he said, "Okay!"
…
Deserts are disappearing rapidly.
What appeared in front of the wind and rain were patches of forest, and around them were the true gods in black robes. They were cold and solemn, but their aura was very suppressed. If they were not too close, even she could feel it.
There is no breath of these true gods.
They walked quickly, passing through forests and appeared in a wilderness, heading towards the sacred volcano from the wasteland.
Buzz!
However, just as they were approaching an abandoned city, a sharp sword suddenly fell down. If Feng Yu hadn't dodged quickly enough, they would have been killed by the sharp sword. The true gods around them immediately started to fight in fear, no longer suppressing their weapons.
breath.
"Hey, where are you going, Sister Fengyu?"
A voice sounded, and in full view of everyone, a beautiful goddess stepped out, looking at the wind and rain with a cold smile on her lips.
"Elegance, it's you!"
Feng Yu's face suddenly became stern, and he said in a hateful voice: "It was you who betrayed Butterfly!"
"Haha, Sister Fengyu is very smart, but what can you do now that you know?"
Finished.
She waved her hand, and eighteen true gods came with lightning, landing around Feng Yu and those black-robed figures, cutting off their way of survival. This was the rhythm of catching a turtle in a jar.
"Celestial Clan!"
Feng Yu's pretty face was ugly, and she said bitterly: "Why did Danya betray Butterfly?"
"This question is difficult to answer."
Elegance is really elegant. Even without makeup, she can't hide her stunning beauty. She smiled and said: "Some people do it for profit, some people do it for fame, and some people do it for... feelings."
"I understand, I wish you..."
"Want to wish us a long life together?"
"I wish you will never meet again on the road to hell!" Feng Yu's voice fell, and people were already electrocuted by Dan Ya.