Chapter 4627 Shura Field (1)

"And that day is not far away!"

Ci'en smiled, but her figure began to fade, as if she had become transparent.

The sword in Dark Yeyi's hand stabbed at him fiercely, but it stabbed in the air, and his face couldn't help showing a look of astonishment.

Ci'en didn't even look at him, but stared straight at Luo Yunxiao: "How are you merging with the world-destroying half-soul in your body? Watching your consciousness and soul being swallowed up is very uncomfortable. All right?"

"Hahahaha, the day I've been waiting for is not far away... not far away!"

The figure of kindness completely dissipated with the hysterical laughter.

Shanhui on the ground finally swallowed her last breath.

When he died, he was still looking in the direction of Jingyuan, and a line of blood and tears flowed from the corner of his eyes.

But whether it was unwillingness or remorse, no one can know anymore.

Burning Tian's people thumped the pillar angrily, and then couldn't help laughing out loud.

After this battle, the Dabei Temple is basically almost dead.

Bodhi, Shanhui, and Wuche are dead, and all the eminent monks above the Immortal King have been killed.

Jingyuan and Dabei Temple turned against each other.

The only kindness is that of a selfish and ruthless villain.

The Dabei Temple, which has prospered for thousands of years, has no room to turn over since then.

Laughing and laughing, the people of Burning Heaven started to cry.

They squatted down or curled up, letting tears flow down their faces.

The Dabei Temple is destroyed.

But their lives were also ruined.

The pain and suffering they once suffered will not go away.

...

Luo Yunxiao took back the long sword indifferently, as if everything that happened in front of him, the grief of everyone in Burning Heaven, had nothing to do with him.

However, when he turned around and saw Mu Yan's dazed expression, his brows couldn't help but wrinkle.

However, before he could ask him, Di Mingjue had already turned around and embraced the girl, "Yanyan, what's the matter?"

Muyan raised her head, looked at Di Mingjue, looked at Luo Yunxiao, and murmured, "Did you hear the singing?"

"Singing? What singing?"

Mu Yan suddenly covered her ears, her body hunched in pain.

The mouth seemed to murmur unconsciously.

The gods have disappeared, the demons have died, and the bones of the East Sea are withered.

Heaven is chaotic, floating life is exhausted, and the nine secluded yellow springs are thousands of tribulations.

In the cloud, there is still hatred in the three thousand worlds, and the red dust is fleeting for thousands of years.

...

Luo Yunxiao's pupils shrank suddenly.

In the Tianmoqin space, Qihuang curled his body tightly into a ball.

Heaven has abandoned me, but God can also deceive me.

The world left me, the world should be slaughtered.

Gods and Buddhas, listen to my words.

Long time ago, cause and effect evil fate.

The past lives are reincarnated, and this hatred is immortal.

...

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Mu Yan felt as if she had a long, long dream.

When she woke up, she couldn't remember what happened in the dream.

I just remember the distant and sad song echoing in my ears all the time.

"Mother! Mother, are you okay?"

Muyan opened her eyes and saw Xiaobao's worried eyes with red eyes, showing a smile.

She reached out and touched the little guy's head, "Don't worry, my mother is fine, but I'm too tired, so I have a good night's sleep."

This is not a lie either.

Although she had been hearing singing in her dreams, it made her feel very sad.

But when I woke up, I felt refreshed, as if the fatigue and pain of the past few days had disappeared without a trace in the night.

Seeing that her cheeks were rosy and her face was very good, Xiaobao believed that her mother really just slept.

The worry between his brows dissipated, revealing a shallow smile.