Beastmaster of the Ages Chapter 1777: Blood and Tears of Shenmu

He has a hideous face and roars: "You can't let them escape, Li Tianming must die, everyone must die!" "Yes, let Li Tianming go to Xuanyuan Longzong without any concern, that would be very troublesome, Emperor Zun I can’t clean him up.

"From this point, someone supports Li Xuanyang.

"But, they take the Star Sea Godship, what can we do? The Sun Temple and the Emperor are not there.

"Someone complained.

This is a real problem.

"I have a way!" Li Xuanyang gritted his teeth, he stared at the Qingyun Shenmu, and said, "Don't these people in Qingyun Continent regard the Qingyun Shenmu as more important than fate? Before they left, we just cut it. Tree! See if they will come back!" Everyone looked at each other.

Some people wanted to say that the fruit of this tree was very useful, but because they didn't want to fight Li Xuanyang, they resisted the idea of ​​talking.

"Everyone, cut down the tree, cut to death!" "Yes!" For a while, densely packed Order Celestial Clan surrounded the trunk of the Qingyun Divine Tree, cutting it with one sword and one sword, and with Consciousness and God.

Boom boom boom——This old tree that has lived for countless years began to tremble and scream.

Buzzing! The crown of the tree trembled, and countless blood turned into torrential rain and fell. The entire Qingyun Continent could see this tragic situation.

"Shen Mu..." For a while, countless people were crying with Qingyun Shenmu.

Boom boom boom! Tree felling continues.

The trunk of Qingyun Shenmu is very thick, but it is not strong, and it will not take long for hundreds of thousands of people to cut it together.

As the Qingyun Shenmu tilted, the entire Qingyun Continent was shaking, and the whole world was crying.

Countless sorrowful cries resounded at the burial of Emperor Jiulong.

Everyone looked at the bright red, like a sacred tree that was being burned, with blood and tears rolling. At that moment, they felt the tremor of blood, the sorrow flowing in everyone's heart, let them understand that as the weak, others How painful it is when you trample on your dignity and invade your home.

"Shenmu!" Bang Bang Bang! In the emperor's funeral, everyone knelt down.

They are about to rush to a new battlefield. They won this time, but they are destined to be unable to guard this ancient tree that nourishes them.

In order to force Li Tianming to stop, Li Xuanyang became fierce, and the felling did not stop at all.

When he saw the Jiulong Emperor dying away, he was even more angry.

"Cut it down!!!" He screamed, resounding through the tree canopy again.

Boom! From a certain moment on, Shenmu's sorrow and despair reached its extreme, and then suddenly transformed into an angry roar, as if all the leaves had become vocal cords, roaring out the anger of the ancient creatures.

Crack! The trunk is inclined.

Completely broken.

Buzzing! The sacred tree that had been standing in the Qingyun Continent for countless years collapsed suddenly. Even if it fell, the direction of its trunk would be an uninhabited mountain area.

At that moment, in the burial of the Kowloon Emperor, people widened their eyes, tears swirled in their eye sockets, everyone lost their voices, tears blurred their eyes, and the humiliation of losing their homes filled their hearts. This time loss, eternal life cannot make up .

Shenmu, fell down.

There is no shade anymore.

There is no longer the fragrance of birds and flowers above the sun.

There is no more fruit like a sky full of stars.

There is no blood connection anymore.

Children born after this, they will never know what the beautiful Qingyun Shenmu in their parents’ memory looks like.

It has been lush and verdant for countless years, irrigating countless generations of life, and at the end it is blood-red, using its own fall to give the people under its shelter the possibility of escape.

In the Nine-Dragon Emperor's burial, the tree species, although they are embryos, they all mourn, because they know best that their mother has died at this moment.

At that moment, Li Tianming clenched his fists. He didn't look back, but wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. With the last hope of this continent, he flew toward the south of the sun.

…………"Go to death! Go to death!" After the Shenmu collapsed, dust was thrown up and the whole world fell into a dusty world.

Can't see everything clearly.

Buzzing! When Li Xuanyang was yelling, he seemed to hear a buzzing sound, his eyes widened, trying to see clearly what it was.

There was a sudden flash before my eyes.

It looks like a **** leaf? Ding! It turned out to be a leaf, and it was inserted into Li Xuanyang's forehead abruptly, and it tore a wound, and after that, the leaf turned from bright red to yellow and withered completely.

This shows that the blood red poured into Li Xuanyang's body.

"Ah--!" He suddenly screamed, because there was a red liquid, like countless small bugs digging into his head, eating his flesh and blood and brain.

"Help me!" Li Xuanyang didn't know what it was. He screamed in horror, trying to get the attention of others.

But the next moment, screams as horrible as him were everywhere.

It's worse than the previous battle.

Everyone is screaming.

The whole world is screaming.

As far as I can see, they are all blood-colored leaves, so many leaves can only come from the sacred tree of Qingyun, which shows that the leaves of the fallen sacred tree have all flown.

Puff puff puff! When Li Xuanyang screamed, a sea of ​​red leaves appeared before his eyes.

Very beautiful.

He was swallowed directly.

When these large leaves were withered, all their **** colors poured into Li Xuanyang's body.

"Uh..." Li Xuanyang struggled and twitched, his eyes widened and foaming at the mouth.

In the end, he didn't move.

He is dead.

Don't look down.

After his death, his corpse became as bright red as the original leaves, and the veins of the skin were even shown. Then in his mouth, there was a green seedling sprouted, and it grew rapidly. , A small pink-white flower grew out, no matter its leaves or flowers, it looked extremely pure, not stained with blood at all.

The dust gradually dissipated.

It can be seen that there are blood-colored corpses everywhere around here. The corpses are gradually depressed and can't see their appearance. Only the colorful flowers symbolize purity and rebirth.

Qingyun Shenmu is dead, but the place where it once took root has turned into a beautiful sea of ​​flowers like a fairyland, and the flowers spread for thousands of miles.

No one knows that the growth of every flower means the death of an orderly heavenly race.

In the north of the mainland, there was still a sea of ​​flowers. At that time, most of the blood red leaves were flying over there and eventually withered.

The sea of ​​flowers is bigger and more dreamy, just like a fairyland.

Only the Order Celestial Clan has become a flower.

On this continent, the Qingyun mortals still living in the mountains are still crying for the sacred tree.

The Order Celestial Clan will not forget this day.

Because it will be recorded in history books that they killed 7 million elite legions on an inconspicuous barren continent.

Among them, 1.8 million died at Green Soul Sword Peak.

5.2 million, died of Qingyun Shenmu.

……………… Chapter 12, a big explosion! It's been a long time since I wrote so much.

After I finished writing, my back was sore and dizzy...but my heart was hot.

Returning to the plot of the sun, compared to the coolness of stepping on people when geniuses are fighting, the series of themes of war, homeland, guardianship, and change of life against the sky can make my heart surging, as if I am in that scene. In, together we shed tears for the death and rebirth of Qingyun Shenmu.

On this topic, I would also like to say an episode.

The three chapters of last Saturday (the three chapters I can't stand on my knees), I wrote for a long time, the weight is relatively large, the number of words is relatively sufficient.

After I finished writing that day, I felt refreshed and shocked. I watched it again, and was once overwhelmed by my talent.

Because I haven't written the story of the sun for a while, when I wrote about the oppression and the predicament, I also had a strong resonance, as if the life and death crisis faced by the Blue Soul Palace had an effect on me.

Great writing! I said with emotion.

I ignited my own blood! Awesome! So I happily upload, waiting for readers to be impressed by my talent.

The next day, I looked at the comment section with confidence.

Reader: Water.

I spewed out a mouthful of old blood on the spot~ The joys and sorrows of the world really cannot communicate 0.0.

About this issue, I actually talked with my wife (every time I finish writing, I will let her read it first, so she is the No. 1 female fan of Baiyan) 　 I said: Any high C needs the ultimate suppression , There will be the most violent outbreak. The preparation requires the accumulation of word counts and repeated renderings. Although arranging the protagonist to appear at the end of Chapter 3 is more appetizing, in fact, even if I let him appear early on the scene, I can’t do much in Chapter 3. .

It's better to use it to pave the way to the extreme.

Furthermore; Li Xuanyang and Xuanyangjun, the two opponents, also need to design with details (mi, color) to make readers hostile.

She: Although we say that, but our readers will only arouse a sense of anticipation after reading the pavement. If we can't connect at this time, we will think that it is water.

Because of the paving and rendering part, after everyone watched it, the sense of anticipation has been created~IndoMTL.com~ but they will mistakenly think that the part of "creating anticipation" is useless.

We will not study where our sense of expectation comes from (maybe it will happen suddenly?)... You write like this, and it’s great when you read it continuously, but readers who follow you will criticize it. This is a disadvantage, the key It’s very hard for you to write this way. It’s better than "Water Dialogue". Anyway, this is the best water, and it’s not easy for us to distinguish.

Me: If you suffer, you will suffer. When you write a book, please enjoy yourself first. If you are unhappy and don't believe in the story or the joys, anger, sorrow, and joy, how can you yearn for readers to be happy? If I can write about the state of being blended with the characters in the book, why not worry about it? I just want "water" to be difficult and laborious to lay the groundwork, so I will not "talk on water"! That has technical content, and it is not challenging to water! She: Shabi, you should! Me:...(From the first day of writing, I have understood a truth. Everyone is an individual with different thinking. A thousand readers have a thousand Hamlet in their hearts, so in order to satisfy some of the pursuit of'knowing the plot result quickly' It’s not my way to write a running storyline because of the impatience needs of people, ignoring the polish, foreshadowing, and transformation.

Every reader will yearn for different writing styles and plot development. The way for a writer is to believe in himself and to blend in with the characters in the book.

I have been writing a book for ten years. During this period, at least hundreds of readers taught me how to write a book. I will refer to it, but I will not believe it all.

In my way, even if I sometimes suffer, are unpleasant, and misunderstood, I dare to say that I don't perfunctory update every day.

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