At the top of the martial arts, her distant and ethereal voice echoed.

"Wake up."

"Wake up."

“…”

The echoing sound was like the sound of the Buddhist sounds sounding against the storm on the sea.

Chu Yue mechanically pulled out the dragon scales on her body.

Pieces of dragon scales turned into blood that shone with crystal light and flowed on the top of martial arts.

No one can understand what she is doing.

But only Chu Yue himself knows it.

The appearance of the martial god in Feng Ling's battle robe made her think of the heroes at the top of martial arts.

These former comrades who sat cross-legged and lost their life characteristics once exchanged their souls for light.

Chu Yue found that the color of the martial arts top became darker, so she wanted to give it a try.

She was not sure whether she could succeed.

Because these are just corpses.

The Feng Ling battle robe exists in the sealed clone.

In the past life, in the rain alley, my sister hugged her and made the story of the day imaginary.

It is said that it was very early, many years after the ancient god of war died, and when the family and country were in danger, they broke the coffin and broke out from the ground, just to protect the country with corpses and protect the country again.

Stories only happen in stories.

And this time, Chu Yue was like a desperate person, using all her savings in her life and betting on her bets.

After a long time, there was no response from the Martial Arts Top.

The rest of the people also gradually discovered Chu Yue’s intentions.

They were all shocked at her madness, laughed at her for being ungrateful, and tried to awaken the dead.

"Hahahahaha." Nangong Feng covered his abdomen with one hand and arched his body and laughed loudly, tears splashing in his eyes, and he almost staggered and fell down.

The young descendants of the hidden clan all laughed out loud.

The battlefield echoed their laughter.

The figure that was undulating with scales reflected.

Some people want to be the devil's lackey.

Some people would rather die in the sky.

Nangong Feng grabbed the arm of his companion with his other hand, wiped his tears, stalked his neck, and said with a smile: "The fish and meat animals in the imperial realm, your master, are crazy, have you seen it? She is crazy, she is crazy, you have no way out."

Wei Meng looked at Chu Yue contemptuously.

"Thorn." Chu Yue tore off another piece of dragon scale.

Martial arts top, unremitting,

The dead old friend had no movement.

Sure enough, did she think too much?

She also felt like she was crazy.

When he was hugged by Yan Nanji's corpse puppet by the Fushui River, he was already crazy.

When Master Yun Li died, he went crazy again.

Even as early as 90,000 years ago, he became a lunatic.

"Little Yezi." Xuanyuan Xiu shouted heart-wrenchingly: "Stop it quickly, don't torture yourself."

Where is the hero who summons the martial arts top?

It is obvious that the body hurts, so the heart won’t hurt.

How painful her heart should be.

The monsters in Shennong space hit Chu Yue’s blockade with their heads, and their heads were bleeding.

In the demon spirit space, the young senior sister lying in the coffin probably felt the pain and pain in her heart, and two lines of tears flowed down her eyes.

Perhaps Xuanyuan Xiu's hysterical shouting was useful, Chu Yue really stopped pulling out the dragon scales.

She still lowered her eyelashes and empty eyes, looking at the bodies.

There are always various "Chu" flags in the corpses and blood on the battlefield.

Imperial Realm, is it over like this?

Is peace necessary to be destroyed in Wei Meng's hands?

No.

"Old Xiu." She said: "Stop, Shennong blocks it, it will block it for about a year. Later, I will use all the original energy to expand the Shennong space into the size of a city, leaving behind all the fasting pills brought by the Invincible Sect."

"Stop! Xiao Yezi, what do you want to do? Do you know if you don't do stupid things?"

"The fasting pill is enough to support a year of closed life. I will fill the Shennong space and live well."

"Stop! Stop! I don't want to listen, I don't listen, Ye Chuyue, aren't you capable? You are so capable, why do you want me to help you do things? I don't listen, you do it yourself, I want you to do it yourself!"

"Old Xiu... There can't be no living person in the imperial realm. Today's history cannot be forgotten. Only the living survivors will remember how the innocent civilians in the imperial realm died and remember this history."

Hearing the sound, Xuanyuan Xiu suddenly became silent.

Silent tears flowed.

Close your eyes silently and nodded back to the word "ok".

Chu Yue smiled.

She smiled and raised her eyes, looking at Wei Meng like a demon.

She stood in the sky, at the top of martial arts, and the storm was clamoring.

But she saw her feet stepping on the ground, flying away, and rushing to the highest point. The phoenix robe sounded, and Thunder waved his right arm into the air, throwing out a huge ancient box.

The ancient box exploded in the air, and the life and death tactics placed inside flew down.

In the book of life and death in the sky, the thunder light on her right arm became stronger and stronger.

Her slightly hoarse voice came out:

"Ye Chuyue, the disciple of the Emperor Emperor Yun Li Jian Zun, will write a letter to your life and death battle under the city of Liming."

"Wei Meng, come and die!!"

"Bang!"

Finally, his body glided down, leaned forward and punched the top of the martial arts.

Her black phoenix robe was irrigated with blood to a dark red color.

The phoenix robe was soaked.

The blood gathered at the corner of the clothes, condensed a drop of blood and dripped on the top of the martial arts.

It seemed that the fireworks suddenly exploded after igniting, and the rumbling sound was endless.

The blood-red beauty puts a brilliant cinnabar between the eyebrows of every dead hero sitting cross-legged.

Close your eyes that have been closed for 90,000 years and open them again is a miracle that will only happen in the story of the story.

"Mr. Ghost Emperor, you haven't seen each other for many years, and you are still as arrogant as ever."

"Master of the Temple of the God of War, we are all old, why are you still so young?"

"Ghost Lord, Ghost Lord, I'm called Soul. You've woken up a good dream. Why have you been 90,000 years still giving people a life-and-death battle letter?"

Chu Yue seemed to have lightning passing by in her mind.

Memory emerges.

The original life-and-death battle letter was written by her.

One day, my subordinates came to report that there was a boy named Yun who was so poor that he couldn't get rid of the blame and asked people to write a life-and-death battle every day.

Chu Yue smiled softly.

Tears splashed with laughter.

She looked back and saw more and more heroes open their eyes.

Whenever a person opens his eyes, a name will disappear from the big monument at the top of martial arts.

"Everyone..." Chu Yue's tears were hot.

"Hey, Lord Ghost Emperor, he is much more than before."
To be continued...