Chapter 1236

A delicate and handsome face. When she smiled, there was a pear vortex on both sides of her face. She looked very smart and calm with a bit of dexterity.

"Why am I so stupid? I should have known it was you. I always thought it was just a fantasy, a dream."

Sun Yi smiled bitterly and hugged Duanmu Miao more tightly.

"I thought it was just a dream, but meeting you that day let me know that it was not a dream, but a real dream."

Duanmu Miao snuggled up in Sun Yi's arms. Tears fell in his eyes and wet Sun Yi's chest.

"Alas..." Sun Yi sighed.

This Duanmu Miao is sun Miao. It is the first dreamland that Sun Yat Sen experienced in his mind refining journey to the carefree God Emperor, and it is also a dreamlike dreamland that has experienced the longest time.

Everything explained. Duanmu Miao gave him a sense of familiarity because he had been together for decades in the dreamland of refining his mind, and Duanmu Miao was close to him because of the dreamland.

In that dreamland, he experienced a hundred years of mortal life, married and had children, and spent his life with Duanmu Miao in that dreamland.

But suddenly, a huge doubt enveloped his heart. Duanmumiao was the little princess of hell, and the carefree God Emperor was just a Taoist emperor in nine heaven. The array arranged with his ability did not have the ability to let the little princess in hell enter.

"There's one thing I can't figure out. How did you enter the same dreamland with me?" Sun Yi was puzzled and asked with Duanmu Miao in her arms.

"I had a dream to spend my life with a man, that is, you." Duanmu Miao didn't seem frightened at the moment. He leaned against Sun Yat Sen sweetly.

Decades ago, she did have a dream. There was a force that made her sleepy, so she escaped into a dream.

"Dream?"

Sun Yi couldn't figure it out, so he simply didn't think about it.

"I'm content to die with you."

In her heart, she was not so afraid to die with her beloved, at least not alone.

"Nonsense, I will never allow us to die here. The owner of this red copper palace can't set a dead end. There must be vitality."

Sun Yi clenched her fist tightly and clasped her fingers with Duanmu Miao.

"But even half of you are trapped here. Can we go out?" Duanmu Miao has no hope.

Sun Yi didn't immediately answer Duanmu Miao, but thought carefully, looked at the dead bones and said, "there are four walls, but the front of this wall is full of dead bones. That is to say, there may be a glimmer of vitality on this wall."

He was convinced that this was not a dead place. This civilization was destroyed. The strength of the owner of this red copper Palace should be in the Lord. Leaving the palace must be to tell future generations.

Another key reason is that he doesn't want Duanmu Miao to be buried here. This is his woman, the woman he has lived his life, and it's fate.

Among his several lovely wives, Duanmu Miao was originally a man in a dreamland, but today the dream has come true. The memory of that life is like a tide, destined to be together.

"There may be a way to leave." Duanmu Miao felt the self-confidence of Sun Yi and was moved.

"The key should be on this wall." Sun Yi's eyes glowed with gold and found that someone deliberately covered the wall with a layer of ash.

After sweeping the dust, a roaring and unwilling voice surged from the wall, and several bloody palm marks were clearly branded on the red copper wall.

The blood of this palm print is still gushing, as if it had just been left. The bright and flirtatious blood fingerprint has a touching and unwilling mood, which is left by the owner of the palm print.

It looks like the last unwilling of the owner of the palm print. He put all his strength into the palm print.

"After countless years of blood without drying up, the strength of the owner who left his fingerprints is too strong. I'm afraid it's not a one-step heaven realm. It's likely to reach the three-step creation realm. How tragic is this unknown war."

The Golden Book made a heavy noise, and he felt shocked.

"The bloody palm print, you see, a mark there seems to be a weapon." Duanmu Miao's eyes are flexible. There are blood stains not far from the palm print to form a weapon.

The blood seems to still exist. It is as red as the sun. When it is revealed, the vast red light shines the whole red copper palace like the day. A bright light flows into sun Yishi's sea. When you look at it, you can feel the will in it.

It was a long gun, painted with blood as a pen, as if it were heavily depicted with a bloody finger.

This gun is sharp and can pierce the world with one shot.

Sun Yi took the long gun as his weapon when he was refining his body. Until now, he has a special feeling for the gun.

At this moment, a long gun suspended in the sky and earth appeared in front of him, which could break the world with a slight vibration, and a momentum of dominating the sky and earth burst into his mind.

Sun Yi's heart was awe inspiring, and Jin Shu's soul shook to help him hold down the sea.

When he looked again, a picture suddenly appeared in front of him in a trance.

The roar of death broke the sky.

A figure in gold armor stood on the top of the sky, pointing a long gun at a group of vague figures.

Behind him, the God Emperor is the soldier, the God Emperor is the captain, the half respect is the general, and the Lord is the commander. There is no end to it.

Since the war, the blood dyed the sky red and shadows fell.

The general also met a terrible opponent. He waved a long gun wildly and shook the world.

At the end of the hero's life, two mysterious strong men with three steps of creation besieged him.

The general was defeated and killed the two with a long gun. He was born in three steps, and he had been infected with rolling blood. Every drop of blood seemed to penetrate the world.

At dusk, the hero has reached dusk, and he can't hold on.

He roared into the sky, took a long gun and entered the red copper palace. He portrayed the shadow of a long gun with blood, took a heavy shot of the red copper wall, and then stepped into the wall and sealed himself.

"Who are those strong people emerging from chaos?" Sun Yi withdrew from his trance and sighed out.

"What do you see?" Duanmu Miao asked curiously.

"The last war of a broken civilization, with a palace behind the wall."

Sun Yi responded that this scene made him understand that there was a glimmer of life here. Maybe that glimmer of life was hidden in the gun.

"And the palace?" Duanmu Miao stretched out his palm and buzzed away, but he couldn't shake the wall.

"If the palace could be broken by strength alone, there would not be so many strong people trapped to death."

Sun Yi smiled and pinched Duanmu Miao's Qiong nose. After their identity was revealed, their relationship was very close.

"What do you say to do?" Duanmu Miao gave Sun Yat-sen a white look.

"The vitality lies in the gun. I saw the elder enter behind the wall and draw the gun before he died."

Sun Yi stroked his hand on the gun. The never dry blood would not infect his hand. On the contrary, he felt a sense of reluctance and sadness from his blood.

That is the sadness of the collapse of the whole civilization.

"There are words under the bones of this corpse."

Sun Yi accidentally kicked away the bones of a corpse, and a line of lamentation appeared.

"I'm stupid. I can't understand the artistic conception of gun. I'm destined to sit here."

Sun Yi's heart was so cold that he removed some bones again and found that many strong people had left words.

Every line of text is a pity that the meaning of the gun cannot be understood.