Hope can bring strength to people.

Especially those who are deeply trapped in desperate situations are most eager for hope.

The old emperor saw a ray of hope appear, so he cheered up and prepared to turn on the Dragon God Cannon again.

"It's my turn. You are the emperor and cannot die."

Long Yelan replaced the emperor and opened this powerful but costly spiritual treasure again and again with his life span.

The cannon fire soared into the sky and intertwined with the rays of the sword formation.

The passionate battle song overlaps with the roar of the strange beast.

This fierce battle was so fierce that it was so dark.

Countless giant dragon lice are buried under the spiritual treasure.

At the end of the battle, the Jindan cultivators outside the island rushed into the battlefield one after another. The Jindan elder of Qianyun Sect fought to the death to protect the two dying Nascent Soul powerhouses of Wen Yushan Shangguan Rou.

The dark moon deep in the sky is getting brighter and brighter, and there are fewer and fewer black shadows on the Tower of Heaven.

Until the last big demon dragon lice fell to the ground, the tower became deserted and there were no strange beasts.

The living people worked together to kill the last dragon lice, and the tragic battlefield finally calmed down.

"Kill, is it over?" Brother Qiao San murmured in a trembling voice.

"It's over... the catastrophe is over! We win!" Qi Weishui shouted.

"It's finally over..." Wen Yushan smiled miserably.

"Yes, it's over, we're still alive." Shangguan Rou's voice was weak, she couldn't afford to be seriously injured, and was taken by other elders.

"The beast tide is over! Dad, where are you? Dad, are you dead?" Jiang Xiaolian shouted everywhere while stepping on the mountain-like beast bones.

"You are almost trampled to death if you are not dead..." A faint voice came from Jiang Xiaolian's feet, and the dignified Beizhou Snow King was buried deep in the beast corpse.

After finally digging out his father, Jiang Xiaolian breathed a sigh of relief and looked around quickly. When she saw Chang Sheng's figure, she was truly relieved.

"Ten thousand big monsters were killed by Little Cotton? What's wrong with that girl?" Jiang Xiaolian saw the little girl who was still holding a sword opposite Chang Sheng.

"True Man Qianyun, the power of transforming into a god, should be Qian Yehua's reincarnation body. I don't know how many past inheritances that girl has obtained." Jiang Dachuan leaned against a tall corpse and said gasping.

Jiang Dachuan’s questions also exist.

At this time, Xiao Cotton lowered her eyes, held the sword in one hand, and stood motionless on the animal bone, with a strong and weak breath, and her pressure was uncertain.

"Little cotton..."

Changsheng didn't know what to call his current little disciple. He felt the realm of Little Cotton, and it was no longer the level of transformation of the gods, but fell to the Nascent Soul.

The girl with her head slightly lowered her head slowly raised her head, with two blood-colored halos in her eyes, which looked very evil, but the halos were gradually fading away.

"Qianyun, the eighth son..." Xiao Mianhua's voice became unfamiliar and cold. The next moment, her eyes shook for a moment, and the red light in her eyes completely dissipated.

"Master...what happened to me?" Xiao Mianhua's eyes returned to normal, and her mind also returned to normal, and she couldn't remember her previous memories.

"You have saved a lot of people, Xiao Cotton is so amazing." Chang Sheng smiled.

"Is that true? But I don't remember." Xiao Mianhua smiled shyly.

"I remember, I remember!" Jiang Xiaolian ran over at this time, hugged Xiaomianhua and said, "Little Mimianhua was so powerful just now! A sword! A big monster was cut to death!"

Jiang Xiaolian vividly told Xiaomianhua about her experience just now. The voices of the two girls gave this dead land a little more vitality.

Xiaomianhua seems to have only obtained a cultivation inheritance and a small amount of memory from Zhenren Qianyun, and this memory is difficult to recall, which is also a benefit to the little girl.

In Chang Sheng's opinion, it is much better to remember the previous life than to be bound by the previous life.

Looking around, there were not many living Nascent Souls left.

Gouji was lying under an animal bone not far away, covered in blood and was in terrifying injuries, but his breath was still there, and his eyes were turned around and he stared at Chang Sheng and grinned.

"I can't die... Hehe I just have thick skin and thick flesh. I can't die, oh..."

Although he could not die, his injuries were too severe, so he would sweat coldly if such a man was in pain.

Take out the spiritual pill from the Yin-Yang Cauldron and give it to Gou Jun, and Changsheng searches for it again.

There was a burning furnace under the Tower of Tongtian in the distance, and even the spiritual treasure was gnawed out, which showed the terribleness of the dragon lice. As for Fan Dao's life and death, Chang Sheng ignored it.

With Master Dao's cunning level, he may not be able to die unless all the Nascent Souls present die.

Long Wuye has become an old man, sitting cross-legged on the animal bone and recovering from his injuries. It seems that his life span is not much, and the old woman sitting next to Long Wuye was an old woman. Changsheng didn't recognize her for a while, until he saw the cold eyes of the other party that it was the Dan King Long Yelan.

There are only these two people left in the Dragon Family’s Nascent Soul.

Looking again, Chang Sheng found a severely injured overseas cultivator and a dying Beizhou Nascent Soul.

A Taiyin Youying fell, countless Nascent Souls fell, and fewer than ten people were alive...

Although the tragic battle ended, it was left to the cultivation world with a catastrophe, with few powerful Nascent Soul beings left.

The entire Tongtian Island is full of corpses of strange beasts, and there are chaos everywhere.

Standing on the ruined earth, Chang Sheng's face became paler and he staggered and continued to search.

But I couldn't find the figure in the rain.

Crossing the mountain of corpse and stepping across the sea of ​​blood, I always walk and stop, constantly gathering spiritual power to activate spiritual consciousness and perceive it in the corpses all over the ground.

"Xiaoyu..."

After searching for a long time, Chang Sheng stopped in front of a different animal bone.

This beast bone is extremely large, it is a skull, with its eye sockets like a door hole, and its flesh and blood had long been gnawed by dragon lice, leaving only one skull.

The skull is a strong wind in a strange beast.

In the eye sockets of the Great Wind Skull, there was a water pattern flowing. When you look closely, it turned out to be a long sword.

The water-like long sword lay quietly among the bones, shining with a cold luster.

Qingyu Sword, Master Yan Yu’s natal magic weapon.

Chang Sheng found the sword, but no trace of Master Yan Yu, and even his remains were not seen.

The stubborn woman from Lingyu Tower was obviously dead under the Tower of Tongtian.

The staggering figure almost fell, Changsheng lowered his head and stood silently in the eyes of the strong wind, motionless.

No one could see his tears.

People can only see a bleak back.

The once-in-a-thousand-year Taiyin Youying and the catastrophe of heaven are over.

The earth is full of wilderness.

The living people never feel joy, but instead fall into deep sorrow.

Scenes of past events emerged before us. Although there was not much intertwined in this world, the stubborn woman was deeply imprinted in Changsheng's heart and overlapped with her childhood memories.

Life and death...

Past and present life...

Two souls living in different worlds...

Will you really die?

A series of questions appeared in Changsheng's mind.

He felt it was not over.

If Xiaoyu in childhood was Master Yan Yu from the bimonthly continent, then Chang Sheng knew where to find her.

Just where he came...

"A person cannot be resurrected when he dies. As a powerful Nascent Soul, he should not be disturbed by joy, anger, sorrow, and sorrow."
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