Chapter 1396: The pain of losing a child

"Your big brother, Xuan, is your son Fenghua coming with you?"
At the moment, Mrs. Xian Yin did not believe it and asked again.
Yang Ziye nodded.
At this moment, Mrs. Xian Yin fell to the ground.
They are all in the realm of heaven and earth. In addition to feeling the atmosphere of Yang Ziye, other people have never felt... "Master..." Shi Dan is now a painful expression, not far away, looking Qin Chen, called out.
At this moment, Qin Chen went forward.
On the ground, a corpse, tightly protect another body and hold it in his arms.
Shi Dan went to the moment and separated the two bodies.
Look at it.
Not Yang Zixuan and Yang Fenghua, who is it! It’s just two people, the body smells, completely broken, all over the body, there has been no fluctuations.
Yang Zixuan's descendants were burned by the flames and blackened.
And Yang Fenghua's whole body, the body is crippled, the blood has already dried up.
Shi Ding saw this scene, could not help but tears in his eyes.
Yang Zixuan is the eldest son of Yang Qingyun. Counting it, he is only a few years older than Yang Zixuan.
At the beginning, Qin Dust went down to the heart of the nine secluded continents. He and Gu Xinyue, who came to the hustle and bustle, entered the North Dust Pavilion and met Yang Zixuan.
At this moment, I saw Yang Zixuan again and became a dead person... Shi Dan was resentful and only felt that it was difficult to breathe.
At this moment, Mrs. Xian Yin, step by step, step by step.
The eldest son, the body of the grandson, is in front of him.
Mrs. Xian Yin, her look was awkward, and the next moment, she fell to the ground.
"Xuaner...Zi Xuan...Yang Zixuan..." Mrs. Xian Yin held the face and roared hysterically.
"Fenghua... Suner... Good grandchildren..." At this moment, Mrs. Xian Yin is like a shrew on the street, and she is completely mad.
"Qin Chen, Qin Chen!"
Mrs. Xian Yin seems to think of something in general, looking at Qin Chen, hands and death to catch Qin Chen clothes.
"You...you are the Nine Emperor, you can all die and resurrect, you must have a way!"
When I heard this, Qin Chen looked pale and couldn’t bear it.
Under the shadow, his hands were released on the foreheads of Yang Zixuan and Yang Fenghua.
"The big ropes!"
"open!"
Drinking in one word, Qin Chen body, a steady stream of life, burning at this moment.
Between heaven and earth, a vitality comes together at this moment.
Yang Zixuan and Yang Fenghua, if there is no smell in the body, gather at this moment, collapse, gather, and collapse again... Shouyuan, a thousand years, three thousand years, nine thousand years of burning.
It’s been 10,000 years! Qin dust double eyes, and even a hint of white.
At this moment, black hair turns into white hair.
However, the body is still a corpse.
"Sorry!"
Qin Chen slowly, let go of his hands.
Resurrection! Maybe the saint can.
If the sage is dead, the Holy Spirit is still there, and the sorcerer's life can be gathered, and it will be resurrected.
But the celestial being... only the spiritual knowledge, no soul is born.
Dead, can't resurrect.
Now, he is not the master of this world. Life and death are the way of heaven and earth. Even his father, once did not want to change everything.
The entire sky of the clouds, between heaven and earth, decides that life is dead, only the gods are alone.
Even at the peak of him, he could not do it at the time of the Emperor of the Emperor.
Qin Chen stood up and shook slightly.
At the moment, Mrs. Xian Yin is stupid in the same place.
Shi Dangdang, Li Xianyu, Jiang Bai, Gu Xinyue and Ye Qing, a few people, are silent at the moment.
No one can think of it. When you return to the road, you will encounter this kind of thing.
"Subsector, what happened?"
Xu Xu, Qin Chen tried to calm down the mood and open the way.
"The Green Dust Court... was besieged!"
"As it was in the past, against the uncle Li Yifeng, set up the Wang Zhen, the blue dust cabinet will be covered."
"My father noticed that he deliberately attracted the attention of those people, let me go with my eldest brother and go to Tianwaixian for help!"
"I didn't expect...the people who met the Emperor's Court on the road."
"A few of Qingyunwei were blocked, we went first, but I did not expect that there are still a group of people waiting for us."
Yang Ziye said intermittently, his grief and want to stand up, but he could not stand up.
Qin Chen heard the words and his face remained unchanged.
It is also the Emperor Court! It’s also a big battle, a cover-up, and an action to kill... "Tiandige..." Qin Chen gently walked to Yang Ziye's side, picked up Yang Ziye, and slowly said: "Stone, month, look at Xianyin here, I will go first!"
"No need!"
At the moment, Mrs. Xian Yin stood up.
"I am coming too!"
Looking at Xian Yin, Qin Chen only felt a pain in his heart.
If Qingyun knows... How sad it is... Yang Zixuan is the eldest son of Qingyun! At this moment, Qin Chen felt that his inner anger was already burning.
"Oh, I am not there, first of all, it is difficult to make a dusty house..." "The Emperor's Court..." "All have to die!" fell in a word, Qin Chen flew above the Yuan Palace.
At this moment, Shi Dandang and Li Xianyu also picked up the bodies of Yang Zixuan and Yang Fenghua.
A few people from the line set foot on the Yuan Palace and said nothing.
The speed of the Yuan Palace is urging the ultimate.
The surrounding scenery, at this moment, looks like a bleak scene, so that Qin Chen is upset.
Gu Xinyue and Ye Qing, one left and one right, stood in front of the palace gate and looked at Qin Chen.
The two did not say a word and did not know what to say.
silence.
Until, in front, suddenly, a glimmer of light.
The shadow of the sky, at this moment, poured down, turned into a fire net, blocking the Yuan Palace.
The huge Yuan Palace, stopped at this moment.
"Haha... Cheng Chongshan, I told you, let's stay here and don't return empty-handed!"
A laughter, it sounded at this moment.
Above the sky, in all directions, the road appears.
There are hundreds of people, all of them.
Four directions, four figures.
One of them, at this moment, laughed.
"Yun Qingquan, your day, there are two brushes!"
The man, known as Cheng Chongshan, opened his mouth and smiled: "Let's see what is trapped!"
Four figures, close to the flame network formed by the flame.
At this moment, like the fire net of the fireball, Qin Chen held his hand and stood in front of the Yuan Palace.
"Qin Chen!"
"Qin Chen!"
The road screams and sounds at this moment.
"Have you met an old acquaintance?"
Qin Chen whispered, looking around, four figures.
"Is it the Emperor's Court?"
A word fell, a figure walked out and looked at Qin Chen.
"The old man is not the person of the Emperor."
The old man, the volatilization, the temperament, the body, if there is no tyrannical momentum, it is obviously close to the king's level strength.
"The old man is the Xuanwu ancestor of Xuanwu Fort!"
The old man fell, and Qin Chen browed.
"Xuanwu Fort?
Xuan Yan, the guy, was killed by me. Is this revenge?

Qin Chen glanced at the Xuanzang ancestor.