Chapter 38: Night black

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read2();　　The devastated Gwangju Metropolitan City, the blood rain is still falling, lightning flashes and thunder, and the nine death knells are ringing in everyone's mind!
　　 Boundary, grief, that is the sigh of the great road!
　　 Ordinary people felt the earth-shattering noise outside their house, and they were constantly trembling in fear at home!
　　 God fights, ordinary people are destined to not even have the qualifications to watch!
The shattered street suddenly became quiet, and the pillar of light that rushed into the sky disappeared. Only a ball made of countless stars stood in the center, exuding a fascinating star halo, which cuts off everyone’s sight. .
　　 Liang Pogang, who came out of the Lei Shui prison, wanted to return to Zhao Yu, and three swords were erected in front of him at the same time. Three masters of Taoism in blue robes blocked his way from different angles!
　　 Everyone is holding their breath and waiting, waiting for the moment when the stars disperse, whether the emperor grandson Zhao Yutusheng will die together or both!
　　 But the celestial sand is still unwilling to disperse, still standing silently!
　　 Soon, some people can't help it!
"The unlucky rebel actually dared to assassinate His Royal Highness Taisun of Great Xia in the street. The crime deserves a thousand deaths. Forgive me that someone from Yuan came to the rescue late, so I will attack the rebel!" A strong voice came from the other side of the Metropolitan City. Sounds, from far to near, the moment has arrived!
　　 Dao soul emerged behind the comer, and the rain from heaven and earth gathered into a giant water giant, with a fuzzy face but wearing a crown. The giant clenched his fists over his head, and smashed his fist against the ball of star sand!
　　 Yipin Taoist Soul, Donghai Jun!
　　 Tenth in the list of mountains and seas, Haicuo Sect Master, Yuan Jiang!
Hai Cuozong, one of the ten major sects of Daxia, was the sharpest sword cultivated by Empress Wu after he succeeded to the throne. Yuan Jiang did not hesitate to show his fangs at this time. A shot was a full blow. The Lord of Water looked up to the sky. There was a silent roar, and the air under both fists began to vibrate, with a harsh whistling sound!
The Jianzheng Li Chunfeng, who was in the lower level of the Shenjing Sitian Tower, changed his face and patted the bronze giant next to him. Then he lifted it up and carried the giant coffin on his shoulder. He was preparing for the next move, but found one Withered hands pressed on the lid of the coffin, pressing so lightly, it seemed heavier than Mount Tai! The giant bronze coffin can no longer move half a minute!
　　The old came to the Sitianjian again after the last time he was punished by the mountain and sea map!
Under the Donghai Jun’s fists, the star sand ball exuding the misty starlight still did not respond, and it was about to be hammered. Suddenly a huge fireball slammed down from the sky at an extremely fast speed, exuding endless light. As if the scorching sun fell above the sky.
As soon as he appeared on the horizon, he smashed on the Donghai Jun in the next second. The condensed Taoist Shui Jun was directly evaporated. Amidst the water vapour, an old man with white beard appeared beside the star sand with a figure hanging from his waist. The big flagon, a round of scorching sun and Taoist soul slowly rose behind him, burning everything, and a scorching breath came to his face.
　　 One more sun in the Metropolitan City!
　　 "It's a rush, but fortunately, it's still too late. It's as disgusting as always to see someone's shameless face." The old man looked away with disdain and mockery.
A middle-aged man stepped out of the rain. He was sturdy. He was dressed in a blue robe. The robe was embroidered with waves of turbulent waves. His face was a face with the Chinese character. He was square and square. The soul of the Donghai Jundao behind him reunited, huge. His body was towering to the sky, the original fuzzy face of the King of Blue Water gradually became clear, his eyes opened, and his mouth opened and let out a roar!
　　 Shui Jun roars the scorching sun, water and fire are incompatible with the origin of the road!
　　 Today is destined to be inscribed in the annals of history, a day that makes infinite waves in Daxia!
　　In this Gwangju Metropolitan City, most of the great masters of the palm-line birth and death realm gathered in the vast land of China, and the Youwing Army, one of the upper four armies, showed its edge, and even the saints fell in public, and the blood rained!
　　 All these are fighting each other for one person, and the center of this turmoil, our Royal Highness is still in the stars on the street, life or death is unknown!
When confronted with each other, the spherical cinnabar suddenly reacted. From the top, it was scattered down, like fireflies flying in the sky. Each of these sparkling fireflies is an extraterritorial treasure. One pill can set off a storm in Daxia, causing countless monks to fight for it.
　　 Amidst the fluorescent light dancing in the sky, a young and tall figure stood quietly, countless black hair hanging down behind his back, his hands hanging on both sides, his right hand holding a simple wooden hairpin, his eyes closed tightly.
　　 The red vertical line that originally appeared from frowning on the eyebrows has now become two lines, as if someone was holding a vermilion pen and making two strokes on the eyebrows. Who in this world is qualified to write on the eyebrows of Emperor Daxia?
　　 There is only heaven!
　　Red cinnabar, Tu Shengwen!
　　 The two saints died because of him, and the cause and effect of heaven is borne by him!
　　 her closed eyes opened, and there was no black flame in the eyes, but the revolving eyes of silver mist, and a huge ancient ruin was looming in the eyes!
　　 He woke up.
　　He is still alive!
Zhao Yu's changing eyes gradually turned black, regaining his pure and water-like gaze. First, he simply pulled up the hair behind his back and tied a knot, then inserted the wooden hairpin in his right hand back into the hair, and finally turned around. Sect Master Haicuo, who couldn't stand far away, sounded a faint voice, and a thunder sounded on the ground.
　　 "Are you going to rebel?"
　　 The Tu Sheng pattern on the young man's eyebrows was red as blood, and his ebony eyes met the look of Great Master Yuan Jiang.
Sect Master Haicuo’s eyes seemed to be roaring with the turbulent sea, and there was still a hint of killing intent hidden. After looking at each other for a while, he took the initiative to look away and said word by word: "I don’t dare to save, I just want to save Your Highness!"
　　 "That's it, I'm fine now, you can go, there are some things that will be longer in the future."
　　 Yuan Jiang’s square face was expressionless, and there was no answer. After a long pause, the Donghai Jundao Soul looked down at Zhao Yu behind him, ready to move!
　　 Sun and Moon Sect Master Lu Yao coldly snorted, stepped forward, and the light behind him was bright!
　　 After a while, Yuan Jiangzong finally lowered his head and bowed and said, "Yes, his subordinates retire!"
　　 Immediately put away the Dao Soul, turned around and left without being muddled, and the three Grandmaster-level monks holding swords in front of Liang Po also left.
　　Guangyu City under the heavy rain really calmed down this time. Zhao Yu stood in the rain, nodded to the Otto Wuzong first, and then slowly fell back!
　　 He is really tired!
　　 Both hands hugged him tightly from behind, it was Liang Po! Then strode towards the only lonely old house in this area!
　　 The door of the old house opened, and there was a girl's exclamation and Xiao Huang's uneasy dragon roar!
　　 The door of the old house was then closed again, and there was a squeaking sound in disrepair, as if to tell the world that everything was settled!
　　 The battle in the wide area city ended, which means that the battle seen by the great master outside the wide area city is coming to an end.
　　 The small forest outside the city no longer exists, and only a large area of ​​exposed sand is left with huge pits and pits on it.
Huang Ting, the seventh great master of the mountain and sea list, stood under the rain with the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow in his left hand. The sharp sword energy on his body was still radiating outwards, making the surrounding void feel vague, but he lifted the knife. But his left hand was trembling slightly.
The black-robed old man on the opposite side is still sitting on the Huangquan River Naihe Bridge, and the beautiful white-clothed woman with blank eyes is standing beside him. If you look closely, you will find that the white-clothed girl’s exposed skin is like cracked porcelain. It is full of dense lines, which is terrifying!
　　 Bai Mingxiu's hands on Fuqin have stopped, and he looked at the Guangyu City with a sad expression, and then tears fell like rain, the tears melted into the rain, and they couldn't distinguish each other.
　　 He howls and cries!
　　 He has loved her for nearly a hundred years! From the first eye contact with her.
　　 She hasn't loved him for nearly a hundred years and has always been looking for others. She has been wearing red for others for half of her life, and she can't wait to marry that person right away.
　　 He hid for her all his life, but in the end he realized that fear of death had become instinct, and he didn't even dare to meet for the last time!
　　 When I looked up at you, but you were always looking at him, for you I dyed myself black like night.