Chapter 4267

The planes connected with the sea of laws, intact, deformed and about to be destroyed, all exploded and died.

Like brilliant fireworks, a moment's death becomes eternity.

All planes, all reincarnation worlds are destroyed, they are gone.

The Tasker can't tell what it is like to be free, dazed and helpless?

What happened?

Everyone's face was dazed and scared. No one could give them an answer.

The prince of the mansion covered his heart. He could hardly stand. His face was pale and transparent, like a projection. When the wind blew, his body would be scattered.

There was a wry smile on his face. Death was never a beautiful thing. It was more about struggle and powerlessness, more about ugliness.

I had expected this day for a long time, but it really came. Finally, the complex mood came, mixed with powerlessness.

The LORD looked at the shadow of the battle. Uncle taishu used the power of the law sea. The law sea is now like a tall building supported by a matchstick.

Take out this matchstick, and the whole building will collapse.

Too uncle despised his opponent, maybe he never looked at him directly.

Who will pay special attention to the ants at the feet? They are ants, even when they grow up.

A vengeful ant lies dormant.

There is no regret not to offend this mole ant. Even if I know in advance that there is such a result, I'm afraid uncle will still do so.

It's an iron fact that the sea will be destroyed, but killing a disobedient mole ant is a very correct operation.

The only mistake was not to kill the ant completely.

Let the destruction of the law sea be earlier.

The little devil looked at the prince's transparent figure and said, "what's the matter with you?"

The little devil's wagging tail stopped. His eyes were fixed on the prince, narrowing into a dangerous gap.

The Lord sighed, "the reincarnation world is gone, and so will I."

Whether it's to recreate a law sea to drain the law sea, the monarch agrees.

For when the law of the sea is destroyed, he will be destroyed with it.

He and uncle Tai have common interests and goals.

Some costs were paid, but the goal was not achieved.

Taishu may have the means to survive, or become the guardian of the birth place of a new plane.

But he will die.

The little devil stared at the prince and didn't respond. He couldn't believe that such a man would die.

Those who are like brothers and fathers, the closest men in life, will disappear without warning.

The little devil's heart is full of absurdity and inconceivable.

"No way." The little devil murmured and looked at the ruler stubbornly.

In terms of kinship, the little devil is kind to the prince.

Since its birth, the little devil has been taught by the prince. Although it was born in the reincarnation world of Ningshu, the number of times it met is very small.

It's impossible to be close to Ning Shu without conscience. If you say something rude, the little devil has nothing to do with Ning Shu.

The prince of the mansion saw that he had grown up into a man's little devil. "Before the annihilation, I didn't find a way out for you, nor did I find a way out for you. I have no time. One day, the reincarnation world that gave birth to you will perish, and so will you."

The little devil stared at the prince, who was more and more transparent in a tuxedo.

He raised his hand, drew out the red flowers from his chest pocket, and handed them to the little devil.

The little devil reached out and grasped the flower. His eyes were shaking. He looked down at the flower. The flower was fragrant. He lowered his head and held the flower tightly.

The prince's face was almost transparent, and he smiled, "live well, and find a way to live."

The little devil raised his head, his eyes were moist and covered with water vapor. "Without you, I would be lonely. What's the point of living?"

"It's interesting to live, or to feel lonely. All I do, as people call ugly struggles, is to live."

In front of him, the young man was covered with sorrow, his tail resting on the ground, motionless and not angry at all.

Fujun reached out and patted him on the shoulder, so the little boy had become a man of the sky. The transparent hand penetrated the young man's shoulder.

The little devil stretched out his hand in panic to catch the Lord's hand, but it all penetrated.

He is like a child who catches butterflies. He can never catch butterflies.

He burst into tears. "Don't die, Lord. I'll be very sad. I can't live without you. I don't know what to do without you."

"You will live. There is a time limit for sorrow." The figure of Fu Jun is completely transparent. Before this indifferent man disappears again, his smile is warm.Just to make the living better.

His body turned into little ashes and disappeared.

"Ah..." The little devil crazily catches and hugs the place where the prince disappears, but he can't catch anything.

He knelt on the ground in a state of collapse, crawling on the ground, crying and tearing his heart and lungs.

He lost a respected elder, the only family member, the world alone.

No one taught, no one called his name, waiting for him, giving him the best.

So suddenly disappeared, he did not know who to hate, or even revenge him, or do anything for him.

He can't survive.

Confused, can't find the direction, the world's loneliness and fear is better than this.

Seeing everything, Anhe covered his forehead deeply. His brows were tired and shocked.

Who is the Lord? A trident will wipe out thousands of troops and disappear in this way.

The annihilation of a giant is most impressive. All things, strong and weak, are fragile in front of time.

Death and time are about the last justice in the world.

Anhe has been unable to describe the mood at this moment. First, he witnessed the death of Sang Liang. The prince of the mansion was annihilated beside him.

The inner vibration can not be said, there is a breakdown crying child.

Anhe dare not go up to comfort him. He is very fragile at the moment, but it is proper to kill him by mistake.

Another man was destroyed.

Thinking of what sang Liang said, destruction is always accompanied by blood and death.

Anhe deeply felt the sadness, struggle and powerlessness of a person or an organization when it came to an end.

A cool feeling permeates the soul. There is a collision between the heaven and the earth, a call of grief, the taste of blood and a crazy atmosphere.

Maybe it's my turn next time. The ships under the storm and thunder will be destroyed sooner or later.

Unable to stop, unable to change.