Banished Disciple’s Counterattack Chapter 1072: Heroic Tomb
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Boom!
The thunderous sound resounded through the heavens.
Ye Chen, which is even smaller than the gravel, crashed into the towering pillar.
The world is turbulent, and a dark halo spreads out from Northern Earthquake Cangyuan without limit. Wherever it passes, the heavenly demon disappears into pieces, no matter whether it is a magic soldier or a magic general, wherever the black light is contaminated Halo will instantly turn into fly ash, and no trace can be found.
No ... no no ...!
Dark heavens and earth, full of such horrified roar, Heavenly Demon Soldier will roar in despair.
The Optimus Pillar is the root of the Celestial Invasion Grand Chu. It is destroyed, and the Celestial Devil in Grand Chu is also destroyed. This is why the Celestial Devil strives to protect the Optimus Pillar from beginning to end.
This is a huge and terrible picture.
Overlooking the sky, the heavenly demon soldiers covered with earth seemed to be wiped out by an invisible big hand.
Asshole!
There seems to be such a sound in the ethereal, cold and majestic.
It should be a Heavenly Emperor in the Demon Realm. It is coming to Grand Chu, but failed to come because of the destruction of the Optimus Demon Pillar.
I do n’t know how long it took before the roar of this land annihilated, and Grand Chu had no more demons.
Heaven and earth, in this instant fell into a dead silence.
Grand Chu is devastated, and the eyes are full of blood, and the corpses run wild and the blood flows into the river.
The broken Grand Chu battle flag is still screaming in the wind, stained with the blood of Grand Chu cultivator. Those who used to be living lives are now lying on this land.
At the corner of the earth, Ye Chen lay there quietly.
He is not dead yet. His messy white hair, stained with blood, covers half of his vicissitudes of his face. He looks so old and so tired that he seems to be sleeping for ten thousand years.
He won without disappointing Wanyu Cangsheng, and he repaid the blood debt for Grand Chu 90 million heroes.
The breeze gently blew, as if carrying the call of the Yiren, swaying his blood-stained white hair, and stroking his scarred holy body, hoping that he could sleep more peacefully and tired .
Broken!
After all, the silence of this land was broken by a cold cry.
Heavenly Profound Sect was unsealed, and a bright light hung straight into the sky, broke through the prison of the cover of the sky, and poked out all the heavens into a big cave, and the chaotic clouds of the cover of the sky were also together. poke.
Immediately, a dazzling ray of sunlight was transmitted through the earth, which should be the first ray of sunlight since the invasion of Heavenly Demon.
The chaotic clouds are constantly dissipating, revealing a clear blue sky, and the warm sun is pouring across the earth. The dim Grand Chu, after the catastrophe of the heavens and demons, sees the light again.
God reveals spirit! God is revealed!
Once again, the world is full of light, and the mortals prostrate one by one, praying prayerfully, hoping that the gods will not be in trouble.
It ’s just, where do they know that in order to see the light again in this world, what a terrible price the fairy in their mouth paid, every ray of sunlight was exchanged with countless blood of Grand Chu cultivator, and it was bright again, It can't erase the dazzling blood red that day.
Under the sun, the sleeping Ye Chen was taken away.
The world of Grand Chu is still peaceful.
I didn't know how long it took before I heard the cry of tears.
Looking away, it is a figure in twos and threes, all of them are young cultivator, looking for the figure of the closest in the blood of the dead mountain.
Grand Chu still has cultivator, but few of them are negligible, and they are basically young cultivator. They fight against the Devil, and their attackers are their predecessors. After the catastrophe, they survived.
The devil is dying, more and more young cultivator stepped on the North Chu earth, searching in the boundless world, crying in endlessly.
Nan Chu.
Ye Chen lay quietly on the ice jade bed, motionless like an ice sculpture. Since being brought back, he has been sleeping for nine days.
On these nine days, he slept peacefully. The broken holy body continued to recover in his sleep, but the dark wounds of the war with the emperor were imprinted in his bones, and they could not be erased overnight.
In front of the Bingyu bed, there is a beautiful shadow. Look closely, it is Xiong Er's wife Tang Ruxuan.
She is one of the few survivors of Grand Chu cultivator. The whole Hengyue Sect, except Ye Chen, is the only one who is still alive. She found Ye Chen, but she did not find her husband.
There is a petite figure beside her.
It was Ruoxi, not cultivator, but it was a survivor. At this moment, a pair of big eyes looked at Ye Chen on Bingyu bed, and sometimes he reached out his hand to touch Ye Chen's face.
On the tenth day, the sleeping Ye Chen, the little finger twitched slightly.
The next moment, he opened his eyes tiredly, with some muddy eyes, with a touch of vicissitudes of confusion.
"Brother Ye, you are awake." Tang Ruxuan, who was standing in front of Bingyu's bed, hurried forward.
"Where is this." Ye Chen's voice was hoarse.
"Hengyue Sect." Tang Ruxuan smiled with tears in his face, and his face was haggard.
"Hengyue Sect." Ye Chen murmured, a tingle in her heart, and she dared not look directly at Tang Ruxuan's eyes. Her husband fought with him. It was his brother, but he was buried in the other country.
Suddenly, he stepped off the Bingyu bed and stepped out of the attic.
The Hengyue is now in a dilapidated state. More than 90% of Spirit Mountain and palaces and pavilions have collapsed, and there are messes everywhere. This is where Hengyue Sect is in the past fairyland.
He said nothing, lifted his feet out of Hengyue Sect, with white hair, and his back looked gloomy.
On the earth of Nan Chu, he walked endlessly to the headquarters of the heavenly court, to Azure Cloud Sect and Zhengyang Sect.
Nan Chu left his back almost in every corner.
Everywhere he stays, he will stop for a long time. On the devastated ground, he can vaguely see a familiar figure and a familiar face, interweaving a memorable memory.
Traveling all over Nan Chu, he set foot on the land of Bei Chu.
Today's Grand Chu cultivator world, looking around, it is difficult to see the figure of cultivator.
The vast land is too empty and deadly silent.
As in Nan Chu, the land of North Chu is also devastated. I will never see a city, or a complete mountain, a good mountain, a terrible war, and a slaughtered body.
He still walks indefinitely. Every inch of his footsteps is stained with the blood of Grand Chu cultivator. The 90 million Grand Chu souls have his love, disciples, masters, brothers and ancestors.
His eyes are blurred.
What kind of world it is, this land should not be like this, it should have fresh creatures, there should be laughter.
Surely, there should be some living creatures, that should be the laughter of joy, but in the vicissitudes of memory, it turned into a persecution, the eulogy of the whole world, lamented for it from generation to generation.
He walked all the way, and also picked all the way, like a late old man, like a poor scavenger, picked up the remnant blood bones of the undead, picked up the weapons of the English soul before his death, he wanted to collect them Well, it is them who have fought the last drop of blood for the continuation of this land.
Breeze blowing, he gently raised his hand and grabbed the ground.
Om!
With the turbulence of the earth, a stone tablet was condensed out, which was so vast that it stood firm.
He waved his palm with heavy sorrow and engraved three words on the gravestone: Hero Mound.
He did n’t leave. He stood quietly in front of the monumental tombstone, holding a bamboo knife in his hand, and continually carved on the tombstone. That was a personal name. They died for this piece of land, and they should be remembered by future generations.
Tang Ruxuan also came, tearfully engraving the name of Xiong Er.
Silent nights, the surviving youngsters cultivator came one after another, holding bamboo swords in each hand, each with tears in their hands, and engraved a personal name on the hero ’s tombstone.