Strange World Little Cooking Saint Chapter 951: 1 dream, 0 years (1)
Shiyu feels like a small dust floating in the void, and the fantasy sect in front of her is getting farther and farther away from her, and finally turns into a drop of water, blending into the long river of time and becoming one of them.
"You are injured." The fat cat's voice sounded, and the next moment, Shi Yu returned to the Xianfu space.
There is no punishment for disturbing the order of time and space. Shi Yu was already covered in blood at this moment. Fortunately, her physique was special. The wounds on her body began to heal after entering the fairy house.
"Thanks to you just now." What happened just now only happened for a moment. If the fat cat didn't appear in time, I'm afraid she would poke a big basket.
Shi Yu had another feeling. The time around him suddenly accelerated, and the figure of the master and father quickly disappeared. The plants and trees of the Fantasy Sect are blooming and flourishing, only in an instant.
She flew to Wangyou Valley, which changed all the time, and people in Bieyuan had already been empty. Turning around, she saw Senior Huanfusheng practicing in retreat at the bottom of the lake, and Huan Yong had changed from being green to mature, and she seemed to be able to stand alone.
"Huan Yong!" Shi Yu yelled at him. She struggled hard, hoping that time would pass more slowly so that she could be alone.
I don’t know if her struggle had an effect. Time really stagnated for an instant, but Shi Yu still couldn’t reach him. He could only watch him kneeling in front of the Sect Master and begging to come down the mountain: “Now the monsters outside the sect are in trouble, and the lives are overwhelmed. The sect is detached from the outside world, but the disciples can’t ignore it. Teacher, disciples do not practice for the sake of living in a corner, greedy for life and fear of death!"
The lord looked at him, his cold face didn't move at all, "As a descendant of the phantom sect, you should stay in the clan."
Huan Yong's eyes immediately turned red, "Because the disciple is the descendant of the sect, so he must shrink in the sect and let the monsters slaughter the human race? Then this descendant order, please take the teacher back."
As he said, he knelt in front of the Sect Master, took out the Qingjin Ling respectfully and placed it on the ground, then slammed his head three times towards the Sect Master, and walked away without turning his head.
Shi Yu tried to hold him, but the surrounding scenes turned around. Huan Yong with blood-stained clothes stood on the wasteland. The corners of his mouth were bleeding all the time. The blood stained the jade flute beside his mouth, but the sound of the flute was Never cut off. All the green vines on the wasteland danced wildly with the sound of the flute, abruptly dragging the monster beast that was after it, and the whole wasteland was fighting.
"Don't..." Shi Yu was trembling all over, and she could see that Huan Yong was already exhausted, and if he continued to force it like this, once his sea of consciousness collapsed, he would be completely useless.
However, Huan Yong couldn't hear her at all. Not only did he not stop, but the spirits commanded the magic vines to harvest the lives of the monsters more violently, like a desperate throw before death.
"Don't..." Shi Yu could only watch him finally go crazy.
"Puff!" The song was not finished yet, Huanyong spewed out a mouthful of blood, and the flushed complexion instantly turned into gold paper, and the surrounding plants stopped dancing at the moment the flute stopped, and then moved around. The ice in the wasteland melted, exposing the blood-stained lake in the environment, and all obstacles in front of the monster army disappeared.
Huan Yong was already unable to support, he could only hold the jade flute in his hand, kneel and sit in front of the monster army, his face was cold, his eyes seemed to catch the last prey, so as to contribute the final value.
"It turned out to be an illusionist, why, are the group of tortoises from the illusionist finally showing up?" Someone among the monster beasts sneered, looking at Huanyong with greed. The best, the taste is much higher than that of ordinary cultivators. We never had a chance to taste half of it before, but now God has sent a big gift in front of me. It seems that we have a good taste tonight."
When Shi Yu heard this, he was about to split his canthus, they wanted to eat Huan Yong!
"Oh, do you want to eat me?" Huan Yong looked at them, his eyes provocatively wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth. Although Jun's face was stained with blood, he did not hide his grace, "Lord, you don’t have this chance. ."
"Why, do you still want to explode? The space around you is blocked, so you should be obedient."
As the monster said, he walked towards Huanyong. But before he could get close, he suddenly burst into flames.
Soul fire, the illusionist’s last move is the same way, at the cost of his own soul and life, to release the soul fire to burn nothingness. As long as people are caught in the fire, they basically can't escape. But the magician who casts the spell is also completely dissipated.
Shi Yu looked at the spreading soul fire, and the roaring begging for mercy was endless, but the person in the fire was always calmly admiring this last masterpiece. With more and more dead monsters, his figure is getting faint.
Just as he was dying, he suddenly moved his eyes and looked in the direction where Shi Yu was.
The two stood in different time and space, looking at each other. Then Shi Yu saw him wave his hand. The wind blew, completely blowing away the smiling faintly.
"Huan Yong..." Shi Yu looked at the place where he disappeared with tears, sobbing.
Behind him, the lord stood on the dome of the Cloud Palace all night, and when the sky broke, his head turned into white snow.
But the chaos is still going on, and the sadness can only be suppressed when hovering around midnight.
The Four Saints each ran around, and the smell of blood finally awakened the human race's Spring and Autumn Dreams. On the human race land, blood became the only color, and wailing and fear were the only tune. Dark clouds cover the starry sky, and it seems that even the moon cannot bear to see this miserable world.
When Ye Li used a spear to cut into the abyss, and he slept in his exhaustion at this moment, the **** human race was finally aroused. Finally no one escapes, because escape will only die faster.
Shi Yu saw that even a seven-year-old boy was holding a sword in his hand to fight the monster beast to the death. There is no innocence on their faces, some only hate monsters.
"No, you can't go, you have to live well. Go to the ninth day, there is the last hope of the human race." The serious adults on weekdays rarely have gentle eyes.
Faced with the powerful slaughter of monsters, all sects almost reached a consensus-to send the young disciples to the ninth heaven. Although it is barren, there are great roads to suppress it. Even if the monster wants to do it, it won't have the advantage it has now.
"As long as you live, there is hope."
Wen Xuan and his wife fluttered in their hands, allowing the formation to wrap the two brothers in their sleep.
When the two sons were sent into the void, tears flickered in Wen Xuan's eyes, "Go to sleep, it will be dawn when you wake up."
Without any worries, the couple rejoined the fight.
Although the four sages of the human race are famous, there are not many sages and royal families in the monster beasts. In addition, the Shanghai beasts are partial to the monster beasts, which contributes to the flames. Under the suppression of the two sides, the human race retreats steadily.
After Ye Li died in battle, thousands of fantasy masters were born. They took the task of dragging the monster beast to the ninth heaven and wandering on the battlefield.
There are few illusions, and illusions are extremely weird, making people hard to guard against. Although there are only a thousand illusionists, the battlefield has been stuck for a while, and the human race has won a little respite.
Among these people, Shi Yu knows most of them, and some have even chatted with him. She even saw Granny Xue, her old man's wine is a healing weapon, but in the end, she drank a bowl of wine made by herself, and ended her life of being sung with soul fire sacrifice.
In the fantasy sect, all the disciples have soul lamps. Kill one, destroy one. After the soul lamp on the Taiqing Palace was almost extinguished, all the disciples who were left knelt in front of Mengtan and prayed that the elder Taishang could take the last step and save the common people.
I don't know if their prayers have been rewarded, or the heavens are unbearable, after Wen Xuan and his wife blew away four demon saints, and the master of the fantasy sect used their own power to fight the two demon saints. , The sky and the earth suddenly changed color, and the thunder was overwhelming, but the strange thing was that the withered grass and trees on the ground grew crazily like rain in the spring.
"The Omen of Ascension! It's the Omen of Ascension!" The human race who lost three human saints in a row has long been desperate, and now seeing this situation, there is a glimmer of hope in their eyes.
Hundreds of years ago, the human race had the same power to ascend, and the world was a vision. Unexpectedly, at this time of survival, the human race will rise again.
"The sky is not dead for my human race!" Countless people cried with joy, holding each other's headaches and crying.
Looking at the joy on their faces, Shiyu in the void couldn't help hiding her face and crying.
They won't know that what is recorded in the ancient books of later generations is that the result of this ascension of the predecessor of Floating Life is a failure.
Behind hope is despair. There is nothing more cruel than this.
Under the changing color of the wind and clouds, golden thundering thunder gathered in the fantasy sect. Huanfusheng stepped towards the void, Jie Lei struck him, and he didn't move. After every tribulation thunder struck him, there was a fairy air lingering around him.
Nine-nine-nine-eighty-one thunder tribulations have struck him, and he will completely take the last step.
However, when he experienced the eightieth thunderstorm, the surroundings changed and the immortal energy lingering around him seemed to have been deprived by something, and he went back into the thunder pillar and disappeared.
When the last robbery thunder came down, without the Immortal Qi protection, he couldn't bear it at all. He spurted blood and fell from the void, and the road to ascend was interrupted.
Why is this happening!
Even though Shiyu already knows the ending, she still wants to ask aloud why the gods are like this. If the immortal energy does not disappear, will the predecessors of the Floating Life ascend successfully, and the Human Race can also be free from the raging waters?
Shi Yu wanted to help the old man who was several hundred years old in an instant, but she could see this because of the gap between time and space.
"Shiyu..." She suddenly heard someone calling her.
It's a floating life.
He opened his eyes, as if he had seen her through a river of time and space, and was talking to her, but Shiyu couldn't hear his voice.
Every time he said a word, Shi Yu saw a crack on his body that was the same as Wen Heng's.
"Don't say it, you will die!" Shi Yu kept shaking his head, hoping that he could stop, but Huanfusheng didn't seem to see it, and insisted on saying something.
When the fifth crack appeared on his body, the time around Shiyu suddenly accelerated~IndoMTL.com~ no longer stopped for half a minute. When Shi Yu wiped away the tears, she found that she was still standing in the maple grove of Huan Zong.
The red maple inside is like a fire, but there is no one to take care of, and there are weeds. Shi Yu subconsciously flew towards the sect, and the scenery inside was vaguely visible from the past, but this was indeed not the past.
The stone mountain is right in front of me, and the stone mountain where weeds did not grow now also has moss and weeds. Shi Yu rummaged in the grass, and finally couldn't help crying when he touched a stone with traces of burning.
It's all true.
Meeting is true, and parting is true; the past was true, but now is also true; birth and separation are true, and death is also true.
It's all true!
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