Chapter 2999 Dream, It Turned Out to Be a Dream

Chapter 2999 Dream, it turned out to be a dream

The catastrophe of the heavens has finally come to an end.

There are many figures in the starry sky, and in every bloody battlefield, there are figures, all covered in blood, looking for the remains of their relatives, crying loudly, one after another.

That is the real funeral song.

"Boss, we won."

In the dead star field, the Little Ape Emperor carried Kui Niu on his back, walking all the way, talking all the way, shaking all the way.

In the past, every time there was a war, Kui Niu was basically pulling him, but this time, the roles were changed.

Going to see the Kui Niu, there is no breath, or in other words, it is dead, and the primordial spirit has been wiped out by a devil.

"The heavens have emerged as emperors, and they are our younger brothers and sisters."

There were tears in the eyes of the Little Ape Emperor, as if talking to himself, as if he was talking to Kui Niu, but unfortunately there was no response.

Seven brothers, Kui Niu died in battle, Ye Chen also died in battle, and he was the only one left alive.

Such a tragic situation, the starry sky is full.

It can be seen that Chen Yi is carrying a blood-stained qin, which belongs to the nine immortals of the emperor; it can be seen that Yao Xin is holding the bloody clothes of Emperor Xuanyuan; it can be seen that Nandi is holding a red cockroach covered in blood, and she is gone. breath....

The entire starry sky is a desolate picture.

The female emperor Ji Ningshuang was also one of them. She lost her husband and her children. She was still stumbling along like a person who lost her soul.

The Empress is also a human being, a wife and a mother.

When the star wind blows, she finally falls.

"Jiuniang."

Ye Ling came and hugged her, looking at the bloody clothes and armor in her arms, tears streaming down her face in pain.

Ji Ningshuang fell asleep, not knowing whether she was injured or too tired, and fell into Ye Linghuai's arms.

"Ling'er will take you home."

With tears in her eyes, Ye Ling carried Ji Ningshuang on her back and walked away with a staggering pace.

howling and crying,

not discontinued.

It took three months before it gradually disappeared.

The skeletons of the battlefield have basically been claimed, and the forces, sects, and races that have been wiped out by the army are also buried for them, and they must be buried in the ground for safety.

The light filled the human world, but the blood-colored clouds still covered the heavens. The great mountains and rivers were almost destroyed, and there were signs of ruin everywhere.

Of course, no one has the power to rebuild.

In this battle, from the New Emperor of Evidence, to the younger generation of Qi Condensing, they are all too tired and hurt too badly.

In the new era, the heavens need to recuperate.

For the first time, the starry sky became incomparably dead, and there was no sign of a human being. The retreat of the retreat, the healing of the wound, and the silence made both the Tian and Ming emperors depressed.

The night in Da Chu is also quiet.

Northern Chu was in a mess, and southern Chu was also devastated. There was no longer a complete ancient city, nor a complete mountain. Even the Changhe and Xiongjiang were stained with blood.

The battle of the heavens was tragic, and it was not like the Great Chu. The older generation was like the emperor, and the younger generation was like Ye Chen, and more than 90% were buried.

In a catastrophe, Da Chu killed two generations.

In a catastrophe, the heavens also killed two generations.

Jade Girl Peak, cold and clear.

Ji Ningshuang lay quietly on the cloud and slept peacefully, her hair was still white, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes, which were full of grief and pain.

Beside her, there were still quite a few lanterns hanging, each of which was burning with a weak flame, which was the soul fire of Nan Mingyushu and Xiyan.

Fortunately, Ye Chen's wives are still there, at least, the fire of the primordial spirit is still there, and it is only a matter of time before it is rebuilt again.

Under the old tree, Ye Ling was reclining on the tree trunk, sleeping quite drowsily, full of exhaustion, even in his sleep, the tears from the corners of his eyes could not stop flowing.

The father died in battle, the younger brother sacrificed, the mothers were in deep sleep, the Chengyuan Shenhuo who became the Yuan Shenhuo, how many years ago, she was so lonely for the first time, and the warm night wind made her curl up. .

"Linger, Linger."

In the dark, there seemed to be a call, soft and gentle, for fear of waking her up from her dream.

"Dad."

Ye Ling opened his eyes wide and stood up abruptly. When he saw the scene in front of him, the divine light in his eyes quickly dimmed again.

A dream is a dream.

The breeze was blowing, carrying a touch of feminine fragrance.

There is such a beautiful shadow, walking on the Jade Girl Peak, bathed in the moonlight, bright and flawless, like a dream.

Ye Ling subconsciously looked sideways.

Concubine Nai Yan, the wife of Emperor Chen.

However, she closed her eyes, and she walked gracefully, as if she was sleepwalking. For some reason, she sleepwalked to the Jade Girl Peak, looking at her face, haggard, with tears in the corners of her eyes, and the wind was not dry.

In this battle, she also lost the most loved ones.

Seeing her, Ye Ling was in a trance.

For a moment, she seemed to see her father's figure on Concubine Yan's body.

Not far away, Concubine Yan didn't stand still, as if she was sleepwalking, walking up and down with her graceful lotus steps.

"Empress?"

Ye Ling caught up and called softly.

Concubine Yan's immortal body trembled slightly, and finally woke up. She opened her eyes for a moment, her expression was dull, and her eyes were empty, and in the next moment, she regained clarity.

Huan glanced around, only to know that it was Jade Girl Peak, met Ye Ling, met Ji Ningshuang, and saw more than a dozen Everbright Lamps.

"everything will be fine."

Concubine Yan smiled and gently touched Ye Ling's little head. She smiled softly, but also far-fetched. She also lost her dearest person, but she was still comforting the little girl.

Ye Ling nodded and burst into tears.

Concubine Yan left, she came lightly and quietly, and before she left, she glanced at Ji Ningshuang who was sleeping.

The afterlife is terrifying.

That is the youngest emperor in the heavens and the most amazing female emperor. May she wake up sooner.

Dreams are, after all, illusory.

Behind him, Ye Ling wiped away her tears, regained her energy, and came to the mothers again, using the power of the primordial spirit to nourish their primordial fire.

She has been doing this for the past three months.

As for Ji Ningshuang, she is an emperor herself, and the scars on the emperor's body have long since fully recovered.

But she still didn't wake up.

In other words, it is self-deception, falling into a dreamland, dare not open your eyes to face the reality, dreaming of a husband and children, but when you wake up, there are only two burial mounds.

In the fourth month, I saw people coming out one after another.

After that, a tombstone was built in many places in the starry sky to pay homage to the heroic souls who died in battle.

In the fifth month, more people came out to rebuild their hometowns.

The heavens have emerged as emperors, and a new era has opened. I thought it was a golden age, but it was a brilliant afterglow. In this age of recuperation, the heavens will not be able to recover after a thousand years.

The morning sun is warm.

Before the sky was bright, I saw the people of Hengyue come out of the mountain, and they had to rebuild the old mountain gate. The Great Chu was almost in ruins, and the Hengyue Sect was the same. There was not a complete mountain, and too many palaces collapsed.

Looking up, there are too many familiar people missing, such as Nie Feng, Huo Teng, Shi Yan, Wang Lin, Long Yilong and Wulong Ye...and the bear Er who knows how to make money.

Everyone, when passing the Jade Girl Peak, will show awe and bow respectfully.

On the Little Jade Girl Peak, there is a supreme emperor, and likewise, there is also a god of war buried.

The peaceful Da Chu gradually became more angry.

Like Hengyue, there are many forces from Zhengyang Sect, Qingyun Sect, and Great Chu, all of which are rebuilding their hometowns.

Looking up, there are a lot of people missing.

The night was still so peaceful.

The Jade Girl Peak is still so deserted.

With the breeze blowing, Emperor Ji Ningshuang's body trembled slightly, and finally woke up, it was a dream, and there was a time to wake up.

In June after the war, she finally got up.

At the same instant, more than a dozen long-bright lights suspended in the air all flickered with flames.

Ji Ningshuang lost her husband and lost her child, so did they. They were a family.

Ji Ningshuang forced a smile with tears in her eyes. She gently flicked her hands and sprinkled pieces of Yuanshen power after another, nourishing their Yuanshen fire.

After doing this, she came to the old tree.

Ye Ling snuggled there, curled up with her petite body, dreaming about her father and Ye Fan.

Ji Ningshuang reached out and stroked her little cheek, Ye Chen's daughter was also her daughter.

It was late at night when she got up and went to the small bamboo forest to worship Ye Chen and Ye Fan.

In front of the two small tombs, the tears of the empress were crystal clear, holding the tombstone, crying to the point of choking.

She didn't know when she left.

The back of the Empress is bleak, vicissitudes, and poignant.

Reappearing, it is Tianxuanmen.

Today's Tianxuanmen is also deserted.

In the past, those unruly old guys were hard to see, only the son of the plane, with white hair, sitting quietly under the old tree, quietly in a daze.

How tragic this catastrophe is, all the old friends have become the dust of history.

On that day, if he hadn't gone to inspect the realm, he would most likely be one of the Dou Emperors, and he would have been like those old Zhun Emperors, pulling the Great Emperor to Huangquan together.

"Condolences."

From a distance, Xichen smiled tiredly, and there was blood dripping from the corners of his mouth. Although he did not fight the emperor, he was seriously injured.

Ji Ningshuang didn't say a word, and walked gently. When passing by Xichen, there was an emperor light that entered Xichen's body, healed his wounds, and smothered the murderous intention in his body.

Great Chu is desolate, Tianxuanmen is even more desolate.

She walked all the way, and there were few people. Even if there were, they were mostly juniors, and most of them were below the Great Sage.

Da Chu, really killed two generations in battle.

When she passed by the stone tablet full of Yuanshen jade tablets, she glanced sideways for a moment, more than 90% of the jade tablets have been annihilated, and it was shocking.

Reflecting the moonlight, she entered the Lingxiao Palace.

In the hall, Ruoxi, Chu Xuan, and Chu Ling were all there, quietly suspended, all in a deep sleep, one of them was pale, and the two of them had tears from the corners of their eyes, and their faces were full of pain.

To them, she felt guilty, Di Fei was omnipotent and failed to save their Ye Chen.

When she came, Chu Xuan and Chu Ling cried even more.

However, they couldn't wake up, they could only subconsciously, grieve for love and cry for Ye Chen.

Ji Ningshuang raised her hand and put it lightly on Ruoxi, using the divine power of the emperor to repair her broken foundation. Ruoxi's cheeks became more rosy.

The stronger a person is, the more terrifying the world becomes.

Just like her, just like this emperor, standing in front of Ruoxi in the past, no feeling, but today, I feel depressed, it is a kind of ancient coercion, above the emperor, if the real ancient heavenly empress Still, no emperor can hide her brilliance.

hum! hum! hum!

Lingxiao Palace trembled lightly, I don't know what it meant, maybe it was gratification, maybe it was amazement, as if from Ji Ningshuang's body, I found the shadow of the empress of the past.

They are all too amazing, if she is given enough time, perhaps, it will be the second ancient heavenly empress.

Ji Ningshuang left, walking in the virtual sky of Da Chu.

At night, there are people, and they are busy rebuilding their hometown. When they see her, they will bow respectfully.

They should be fortunate, fortunate to be alive, fortunate to be able to witness the birth of the new emperor, they will be the seeds of this new era and will continue for future generations.

Ji Ningshuang once stopped when passing the city wall of Southern Chu.

From the blood-stained rocks, she found a trace of the remnant soul, belonging to the demon king Kui Yujiang.

The nine emperors of Great Chu died in battle, and when all the kings of Great Chu fought against the demons, one of them perished, including Kui Yujiang.

However, he is Nebula, and there is a trace of soul left.

Ji Ningshuang flicked her sleeves, had the divine power of the emperor, melted the Everbright Lamp, put the remnant soul of Kui Yujiang into the Everbright Lamp, ignited the soul fire, and sent it back to the Demon Realm.

In his new year, this trace of soul fire will ignite into the fire of the primordial spirit, and it is only a matter of time for his resurrection.

The lucky ones are not only Kui Yujiang, but also Xu Nuoyan, the saint of the Qixi Palace.

If the Holy Maiden of Qixi Festival was here, she would definitely call him Ji Wuchen. It was a woman in Dancheng who disguised herself as a man and took away the soul of a woman. Even after a great reincarnation, she still remembered that name.

It was still the ever-bright lantern, which contained the soul of the Qixi Saintess, and was sent back to the Qixi Palace by the Empress.

That night, her divine consciousness, the emperor, engulfed the entire Great Chu, wanting to find the remaining souls.

Unfortunately, there are no lucky ones.

After so many people died in the battle, only Kui Yujiang and Xu Nuoyan could truly be resurrected. As for the other heroic souls, they all became dust in history and could never come back.

Passing by Luoshenyuan, the Empress stopped abruptly.

Inside, there is a beautiful shadow, walking out step by step, bathed in moonlight, like a dream.

It was Concubine Yan again, and she was sleepwalking again, like a ghost in the night, erratic, sometimes illusory, sometimes solid.

Looking at her, Ji Ningshuang was in a trance for a moment, and she seemed to see Ye Chen's figure from Concubine Yan.

Just like Ye Ling, she also laughed at herself, was she deceiving herself? Still miss Ye Chen too much?

Facing the night wind, Concubine Yan walked away.

Ji Ningshuang watched her go.

The fellow cultivating the Way of Dreams, Chen Huang's concubine, took a different path than her, and the female senior was even better than her in comprehending the Way of Dreams.

After all, she is also a way of dreaming.

Concubine Yan is specialized in the way of dreams.

Even if she was an emperor, it would be difficult to make up for it.

She turned around again and entered the turbulent flow of time and space. In the turbulent flow, there are still many old Zhundi who have not been picked up.

"Wow, Great Emperor?"

Afterwards, I heard the exclamations, and the elders who flew over were so shocked that their eyes were straightened, they recognized that it was Ji Ningshuang, and they also smelled the breath of the emperor.

"Why did you become an emperor?"

"Did we miss the wonderful show?"

"what happened."

The voices of astonishment were frequent, and the old quasi emperors were shocked. The eyes of Ji Ningshuang were more exciting than they had imagined, and they were all full of question marks.

They are still thinking about how to prove the Dao?

Looking at it now, it also proves your sister's way.

When the new emperor came out, his Emperor Dao brand has replaced the Emperor Zun's brand, not only replacing it, but also suppressing it very hard.

Ji Ningshuang was silent, standing in the turbulent flow, unaffected by the turbulent flow.

She didn't respond to the words of the Zhun Emperors. She only flicked her hands and sent an old Zhun Emperor out of the turbulent stream. Although there were quite a few, the number was limited, only a few hundred, and there were no Xeons. Peak level.

After leaving the turbulence and returning to their hometown, what the old Zhundi saw was the devastated heavens.

Soon, the loud cries resounded through the starry sky. They should have been told what happened. During the years they were away, a catastrophe had come to the entire human world, and too many people had been killed.

PS: "The World of Gods and Ghosts: My Gatling is an SSS-level Magical Skill"

"The World of Gods and Ghosts: Monsters and Ghosts Are My Favorites"

I would like to recommend two books to everyone, both of which are very beautiful fantasy, with very novel themes, you can go and support them.