Chapter 951: A Dream for a Thousand Years (1)

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Shi Yu feels like a mote floating in the void, and the magical sect in front of her is getting farther and farther from herself, and finally turns into a drop of water, which becomes a drop in the long river.
"You're injured." The fat cat's voice sounded. The next moment, Shi Yu returned to Xianfu space.
There was no punishment for disrupting the order of time and space. Shi Yu was already bathing in blood at the moment. Fortunately, her constitution was special. The wounds on her body began to heal after entering Xianfu.
"Thank you just now." The incident just happened for a moment. If it wasn't for the fat cat to appear in time, I'm afraid she would smash the basket.
Shi Yu had another feeling. The time around him suddenly accelerated, and the figure of the master fading away quickly. The plants and flowers of Huanzong Chunhua Qiurong are only in the moment.
She flew to Wangyou Valley, which suddenly changed all the time. Turning around, she saw that the predecessor of Puppet Life was practicing retreat at the bottom of the pond, and Puppet Yong became more mature from astringent, and seemed to be able to stand on her own.
"Magic Yong!" Shi Yu shouted at him, she struggled hard, hoping that time could pass slowly, so that she could be individual.
I do n’t know if her struggle worked. Time really stopped for a moment, but Shi Yu still could n’t reach him. He could only watch him kneeling in front of the suzerain and begging down the mountain. You can ignore the world, but the disciples can't ignore it. Teacher, the disciples don't cultivate to live in a glutton of life and fear death! "
The Sovereign looked at him, his cold face did not move at all, "You are the heir of the Fantasy Sect, and you should stay inside the Sect."
Hyun Yong's eyes suddenly turned red. "Because the disciples are descendants of the Zongmen, they must be contracted in the Zong and let those monsters slaughter the human race? The order of the descendant, please ask the teacher to take it back."
He said, kneeling in front of the lord, took the green and gold reverence respectfully and put it on the ground, and then struck the three beating heads towards the lord heavily, without turning his head away.
Shi Yu wanted to hold him, but the picture turned around. The magical shirt was standing on the wasteland. The corner of his mouth kept bleeding, and the blood stained the jade flute by his mouth, but the flute sound never broke. Too. Ivy Wanzhi on the wasteland danced wildly with the flute sound. The monsters that were chased were stung by them, and the whole wasteland was killed.
"Don't ..." Shi Yu was trembling all over. She could see that Huan Yong had already run out of oil and dried up, and then continued this way. Once his knowledge of the sea collapsed, he would be completely destroyed.
However, Huan Yong couldn't hear her voice at all. Not only did he not stop, but the spirit was more fiercely commanding the lives of the demon vines to harvest the monsters, as if desperately desperate before death.
"Don't ..." Shi Yu just watched him go crazy finally.
"Oh!" This song is not finished yet, the magical spit of blood spurts out, the original flushing complexion instantly turns into gold paper, and the surrounding plants stop dancing at the moment the flute stops, and then the surrounding wasteland ice The snow melted and exposed the blood-stained lake under the environment, and the obstacles in front of the monster army disappeared.
Huan Yong had no power to support, and he could only hold the jade flute in his hands, kneeling on the front of the monster army, his face was cold, his eyes seemed to be capturing the last prey, so as to contribute the final value.
"Originally a magician, why, is the group of shrinking tortoises of the magician finally showing up?" Someone in the monster sneered, looking at Hyun Yong's eyes full of greed, "I heard that the magician has the best flesh, The taste is much higher than the ordinary practitioners. We didn't have a chance to taste half points before. Now God has given me a big gift. It seems that we have a mouthful tonight. "
Shi Yu heard that they were going to break, they wanted to eat the magical Yong!
"Oh, do you want to eat me?" Huan Yong looked at them, and provocatively wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Although Jun's face was stained with blood, he did not hide his beauty. "My dear, you don't have this opportunity."
"Why, don't you want to explode? The space around you is blocked, you can just grab it."
The monster beast said as he walked towards Hun Yong. But before he could get close to it, he suddenly caught fire.
Soulfire, the last method of the illusionist's last resort, at the cost of his own soul and life, release the soulfire burning nothingness. As long as those who are caught in the soul fire, basically can not escape. But the magician who casts it is also completely dissipated.
Shi Yu looked at the spreading soul fire, and the roar of begging for mercy was endless, but the person in the fire always admired the last masterpiece calmly. As more and more dead beasts appeared, his figure became weaker.
Just as he died, he suddenly moved his eyes and looked in the direction where Shi Yu was.
The two stood in different time and space and looked at each other. Then Shi Yu saw him waving at him. The wind blew through, completely smirking him completely.
"Magic Yong ..." Shi Yu cried as he looked at where he disappeared, crying.
Behind him, the suzerain stood overnight at the dome of the cloud palace. When the sky was breaking, his head turned blue and white snow.
But scourge continues, sadness can only be suppressed when wandering at midnight.
The four saints ran all over the place, and the smell finally awakened the spring and autumn dreams of the human race. On the earth of the human race, blood became the only color. Dark clouds cover the starry sky, and it seems that even the moon cannot bear to see this tragic world.
When Ye Li slashed out of the abyss with a spear, he exhausted himself to sleep at this time, and finally the blood of the human race was finally aroused. Finally no one escaped, because escape would only die faster.
Shi Yu saw that even a seven-year-old child was holding a sword in his hand to fight the monster. There was no innocence on their faces anymore, and some only hated the monsters.
"No, you can't go, you have to live well. Go to the ninth heaven, there is the last hope of the human race." Serious adults in ordinary days, rare eyes.
In the face of the powerful slaughter of the monsters, there was almost a consensus among all disciplines-sending the young disciples to the ninth day. Although it is barren there, but there are avenues to suppress, even if the monsters want to do it, they will not have all the advantages as now.
"As long as you live, there is hope."
Wen Xuan and his wife fluttered in their hands, leaving the two brothers in their dreams to be wrapped up by the formation method.
Tears flashed in Wen Xuan's eyes as he sent the two sons into the void, "Sleep, it will be bright when you wake up."
Without worries, the couple rejoined the fight.
Although the four human saints are well-known, there are not many royal saints among the monsters. In addition, the Shanghai beasts help the monsters to promote the situation. Under the suppression of the two sides, the human races have been defeated.
After Ye Li died, thousands of fantasy masters of the Zongzong were born, and it was their responsibility to drag the monsters to the ninth heaven, and walked on the battlefield.
There are few illusionists, and illusions are extremely weird, making them indefensible. Although there were only a thousand illusionists, it gave the battlefield a good time for a while, and obtained a respite for the human race.
Of these people, Shi Yu mostly knew each other, and some had chatted together for a while. She even saw her mother-in-law, whose elderly wine was a healing weapon, but in the end, she drank a bowl of her own wine and ended her life sung with a sacrifice of soul fire.
In the Magic Sect, all disciples have soul lamps. Die one, destroy one. After the spirit lamp enshrined in the Taiqing Palace almost extinguished, all disciples who were left kneeled in front of the dream pool and prayed that the elder Taishang could take the last step to save the life.
I do n’t know if their prayers have paid off, or Cangtian is unbearable. After Wen Xuan and his wife took away four demon holy saints and the magic suzerain killed the two demon saints by their own power, the heaven and earth Suddenly the situation changed, and the thunder was a masterpiece, but it was strange that the originally withered vegetation on the ground grew like crazy in the spring.
"The sign of ascension! It is the sign of ascension!" The tribe who lost three holy saints in a row has long been desperate. Now seeing this situation, the light of hope was suddenly seen in the eyes.
Hundreds of years ago, so was the power of the human race. I did not expect that at this time of death, another tribe soared.
"Heaven doesn't perish my people!" Countless people wept with joy and cried with each other.
Looking at the joy on their faces, Shi Yu in the void couldn't help hiding his face and crying.
They would not know that what was recorded in the ancient books of later generations was that the result of this ascension of the predecessors of the futuristic life was a failure.
Behind hope is despair, and nothing can be more cruel.
Under the change of color, the golden thunderbolt gathered in the fantasy. Illusion walked towards the void, thundering and thundering on him, and he remained motionless. After every thunderbolt, there was an immortal lingering around him.
After the horror of thunderstorms in 1998, he will take the last step completely.
However, when he was experiencing the eighty thunderstorms, the surroundings were transformed, and the immortality lingering around him seemed to be deprived of something, and then re-drilled into the thunder column and disappeared.
When the last thunderstorm came down, there was no immortal body guard, he could not bear it at all, and the blood spurted from the void, and the road of ascension was interrupted.
Why is this happening!
Even though Jade already knew the ending, she still wanted to ask aloud why the heavens were so strange. If those immortals haven't disappeared, will the predecessors of the floating life be able to ascend to success and the human race can be freed from the deep waters?
Shi Yu wanted to help the old man who was already a few hundred years old, but in the gap between time and space, she could already expect to see these.
"Shi Yu ..." She suddenly heard someone calling her.
It's fantasy.
He opened his eyes as if he saw her through the river of time and space, and was talking to her, but his voice, Shi Yu, could not hear him.
Every time he said a word, Shi Yu saw an additional crack on his body that was the same as Wen Ying's.
"Don't say it, you will die!" Shi Yu shook his head, hoping that he could stop, but the magical life seemed to have not seen, and still insisted on saying something.
When the fifth crack appeared on his body, the time around Shiyu accelerated suddenly, and there was no longer a stagnation. When Shi Yu wiped away her tears, she found that she was still standing in the maple forest of Fantasy.
The red maple was like fire, but weeds were overgrown. Shi Yu subconsciously flew towards the gate of the ancestral gate, and the scene inside could faintly see the former appearance, but this was indeed not the past.
The stone mountain is right in front of it. The stone mountain, which was originally weedless, now has moss and wild grass. Shi Yu rummaged in the grass, and when he touched a stone with the trace of burning, he couldn't help crying.
It's all true.
Encounter is true, parting is also true; the past is true, and the present is also true; life and separation are true, and death is also true.
It's all true!