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Behind the palaces of the imperial capital of Zhongzhou is a lush and green mountain. The forbidden area of ​​the imperial tomb, which was not allowed to enter without permission, is hidden among the mountains where birds and beasts are extinct.

Under the sunset.

The gate of the emperor's tomb slowly rose, and two figures walked out of the tomb.

The dusk and dusk fell on the Taoist robe and white clothes, dragging the old shadow for a long time.

The two saints who killed the demons left the tomb and walked slowly, and seemed extremely tired.

They didn't go far.

After walking about a hundred steps, the tomb of the emperor behind him, which had been immersed in the sunset for five hundred years, collapsed. Rolling dust soared into the sky, and the terrifying smoke covered the twilight red sunset.

The old man in Taoist robe stood with his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky.

It seemed like I guessed something from that sunset and suddenly sighed: "It's over."

The old man with white clothes and white hair and a Confucian temperament stroked his beard and asked, "Do you mean this matter, or is it the end of that place?"

The old Taoist Yang Wuchen: "After this matter, the grudges and grudges will end there."

Mr. Bai Zhiqiu followed the old man Tianji's eyes and looked towards the east of the sky. After a while, he shook his head helplessly: "It seems that it is the fate of Tiansha Lone Star."

"Who said no..."

"The parents' palace is for the seven kills, and the whole family is destroyed. The husband's palace is for the Pojun and the loved one is for the poor, and the brothers and feet palace is for the greedy wolf. The best friends and comrades will be implicated."

"As the saying goes, the great responsibility is given to this man! This is the real person with destiny!"

...

The collapse of the imperial tomb alarmed many powerful people in the alliance.

The two secret guardians stood in front of the bare mountains with the three robe-clad leaders in disbelief and looked at each other in front of the bare mountains with the tomb burning down.

They were about to speak, but they saw the white-haired young master Di Wulei in front of the tomb gate that was vaguely visible not far away and lifted up his clothes and knelt down.

"The leader returns to heaven!"

Emperor Wuxi kowtowed.

The moment he kowtowed heavily, the hands that were lying on the ground clenched tightly.

This emperor son, who was born without tears, finally shed tears in his heart after his father, Emperor Yutian's soul returned to the Nine Heavens.

He swears secretly.

Since then, the Emperor Alliance has irreconcilable with the Tianji Pavilion of the Two Realms Mountains!

...

In fact, the young master of the Emperor Alliance did not know at this time. At the moment after the collapse of the Emperor's Mausoleum, at the moment when the figures of the two saints who killed demons and killed demons disappeared at the end of the path, there was a golden-winged roc with a head as big as a mountain.

It turned into a golden light and rushed southward from the nine heavens.

That was the Lord of All Demons who was invited by Emperor Yutian to kill the two saints together.

Unfortunately, evil cannot defeat righteousness.

In this Jingrui battle between the two saints joining forces to kill demons and kill demons, the demon head died and the demon master was seriously injured and fled.

The only four remaining god-inducing powerhouses in the world fell two of them every now and then, leaving only the old man Tianji and Bai Zhiqiu Teng and the clouds drove to the east of the sky.

...

Luo Changfeng hugged Xue'er's body tightly and was reluctant to let go.

At this moment, his body was filled with a vast bloody aura, like a demon who would attack at any time and kill without blinking. The third magic weapon butcher knife in the world was hanging beside him, and no one dared to step forward easily

Even Jiang Manlou, An Hongdou and others were helpless at this moment.

Jun Zeyu watched this scene from afar.

He was wondering if he had really done something wrong. From the beginning, Luo Changfeng should not be involved in this chaotic dispute between the Qizhou Region and the Dayan Empire.

He can't give himself an answer to this question.

Because no one knows better than him, even if he does not threaten Luo Changfeng with An Hongdou to seize Jiangdu City, with his understanding of Luo Changfeng, no one will stop him from getting the blood debt and blood-paying hatred.

Leave a sigh, Jun Ze, jade, and gold, retreated his troops.

The 500,000 Iron Armored Kings quietly retreated in the heavy snow at dusk.

This heavy snow buried the Great Yan Empire in history. In front of him, the new and unified Tiandong, his Jun Zeyu is supreme!

The gains and losses of Bailou City with only 30,000 soldiers are no longer related to the overall situation.

Chen Tianxin reluctantly looked at the figure who was retreating to the battlefield with the army, and the oath of marrying a red dress was even more new to him.

She was waiting for that day.

...

The little man Mo Xiangqi suddenly shouted out in surprise.

Perhaps it was because of the blood connection, or perhaps it was because her black eyes were staring at the snowy sky. In the setting sun, she saw two figures coming in the air.

That was the old man Tianji and Bai Zhiqiu.

Mo Xiangqi waved his little hand to Grandpa Tianji with great joy.

Everyone in Jiangmanlou was overjoyed.

Luo Changfeng, who was holding Xueer in silence, raised his eyes slightly with blood-like aura.

...

"It's not impossible to ask the old Taoist to save her." In the palace courtyard where Xueer had lived for a long time, the old man Tianji stroked his beard and said.

"Senior, have the conditions?" Luo Changfeng, whose injuries improved after the attack, had a deep blood evil light hidden in his eyes.

"Isn't the art of resurrection so simple to say? What's more, the old Taoist's cultivation level is greatly damaged when he returns from slaughtering demons. Even if he does his best, he will not be as satisfactory as he wants." Mo Tianji said.

"If you can save Xue'er's life, it will be a piercing Luo Changfeng's heart! Please tell me clearly..." The man had gold under his knees, and Luo Changfeng knelt behind the old man Tianji and begged.

"No need to cut your heart, let alone go to the Daoshan oil pan!"

Luo Changfeng looked up at the back. He saw the old Taoist Mo Tianji turn around, staring at Luo Changfeng with deep and vast eyes and saying word by word: "You only need to respond to the old Taoist."

"What's the matter?"

"A ten-year period! Within ten years, no search for the whereabouts of this woman!"

"Why?"

"To save this woman's life!" The twinkling eyes of the old man Tianji suddenly dimmed.

Luo Changfeng was extremely reluctant.

He didn't want to be separated from Xue'er for a moment, so how could he tolerate seeing each other for ten years?

But in front of a real saint, he has no qualifications to bargain.

Because he wanted Xueer to be resurrected.

As long as Xue'er lives, so what if she has been for ten years or a hundred years. Even if she never sees her in this life, Luo Changfeng also feels that she is only wishful!

...

The next morning.

It was snowing heavily.

There was a gray carriage outside the white building gate and used it out of the city.

The driver is a saint.

The saint Bai Zhiqiu was driving a carriage.

In the car, the old man Tianji was sitting cross-legged, and the peaceful Xueer was lying next to him.

Luo Changfeng, Jiang Manlou and others were sent to the city gate, looking at the gradually moving carriage until it was out of reach...

A month later, on a sunny day, the gray carriage drove into the desolate desert of the broken world in the sky.

There is a bustling town in the desert called Longmen Town, which is very famous in the broken space of the sky and the west.

There are many aliens living in this Longmen Town, with open customs and mixed dragons and snakes.

The carriage passed through the crowded street and stopped in front of an inn gate.

Mr. Bai Zhiqiu, who had been driving in this desert for many days, looked up at the inn and said inscriptions.

Longmen Inn!

...

Another month later.

The crying sound of a child coming from the Longmen Inn came from the birth of a child. It turned out that Manager Ye was happy to have a daughter in middle age.

The shopkeeper, who had always regarded Old Man Tianji as a god, smiled happily, rushed in with his newborn daughter in his arms, begging the Taoist immortal to give his daughter a name.

The old man Tianji was laughing happily when he played chess with Mr. Bai Zhiqiu.

Lao Tianji spread his palms, and a purple dress flashed with dazzling light.

The young girl in the shopkeeper's arms, with her pair of watery eyes, smiled happily when she saw the beautiful purple clothes.

...

Manager Ye hugged the young girl Ye Ziyi and gently covered the yard gate with great satisfaction.

At that moment, the old man Tianji, who was playing chess in the house, lowered his head with kind eyes.

...

Mr. Bai Zhiqiu stood in the courtyard with his hands behind his back, looking at the two inscriptions silently.

Unexpectedly, in just two months, two new graves were added to Longmen Inn, where people were coming and going in Huangshali.