Chapter 201

The cold wind of heaven and earth roared past.

When Miyamoto Takeshi looks around, his favorite cherry blossoms no longer exist. The whole cherry blossom mountain has turned into scorched earth. A large number of human bones can be seen all over the mountains.

"My people are crying, their souls are wailing, the country is not a country, the family is not a family, ye Xuan, all this is thanks to you."

Miyamoto murmured to himself. He looked at the land of Japan from the top of cherry blossom mountain. What he saw was the scuffle of warlords and the killing of his people by blood and soul monsters.

There are floating corpses everywhere and sorrowful people everywhere. Japan has long been turned into a purgatory on earth. Even if his kung moto Wutian gets the inheritance of Tiancong cloud sword, he can't change this outcome.

"Snow!"

Miyamoto Wutian whispered and pointed to the sky. When the cold wind blew in the sky and the snow fell down, burying the bones everywhere in the wind and snow, it was more like burying Miyamoto Wutian's last thoughts.

"Right or wrong, success or failure, turn your head. Life is red for several times. Ye Xuan, have you never thought that there is a causal reincarnation in everything in the world?" Miyamoto murmured to himself. As he stepped out, the void suddenly broke and the whole person disappeared.

Japan is devastated.

Mountains and rivers, rivers, lakes and seas. Miyamoto Wutian walks in the high sky. He overlooks his country indifferently. As he travels all over Japan, his eyes become more and more vicissitudes and thick.

A small town near the sea is silent, blood is spreading, a large number of human bones can be seen everywhere, and tens of thousands of exotic animals devour human flesh and blood in the town, making excited and ferocious roars from time to time.

Miyamoto sat in the void. He looked at the scene calmly. When his eyes opened and closed, there was a ray of sadness.

"Return to the ruins."

The simple words came out of Miyamoto Wutian's mouth, which made the heaven and earth rumble and vibrate. The Tiancong cloud sword emerged from the center of his eyebrow and is blooming.

Boom!

The heavenly sword fell down on the town, a large number of buildings turned into fly ash, tens of thousands of strange animals howled miserably, turned into blood fog, and blew away with the cold wind of heaven and earth.

Dong!

Miyamoto Wutian stepped out step by step. The cloud sword in the sky surrounded him. One sword disappeared into the void. Only the annihilated town proved that Miyamoto Wutian had been to this place.

The missile roared across the sky.

A large number of high-tech weapons are blooming and roaring towards Miyamoto Wutian in the high sky.

When one sword was cut out, the world roared. The so-called missile turned into fire in the sky. When the second sword was cut out, the army on the ground was killed and injured.

Miyamoto Wutian went all the way to eliminate all warlords in Japan. A large number of blood and soul monsters died under the Tiancong cloud sword.

However, the whole Japan no longer exists, and there are few human beings. Every time Miyamoto Takeda makes a move, his indifferent and ruthless spirit becomes stronger and stronger, and his own breath becomes ethereal.

This is the unique breath of immortals.

The capital of Japan.

The original bustling metropolis has been reduced to ruins, as if it were a dead city without any noise.

Some Japanese people occasionally appear on the street, and they are fighting each other for some food. The winners laugh wildly, and the losers turn into corpses.

Miyamoto Wutian had a panoramic view of this scene all the way, and the smell of sadness became more and more strong. Until he came outside the emperor's pavilion, a large number of guards were like great enemies, but when they saw Miyamoto Wutian's face, they immediately let them cry out.

"God... Your majesty?"

"Your Majesty... Your majesty... You are not dead yet?"

As the noise came, more than ten courtiers came out of the emperor's pavilion, including Miyamoto's children and relatives. When they saw Miyamoto, everyone burst into tears and couldn't help being excited.

"Father, I knew you were still alive."

A young man, wearing a crown and a robe, was staggering towards Miyamoto Wutian, and knelt down in front of Miyamoto Wutian and cried.

"Father, I miss you so much."

A Japanese Princess stumbled and rushed into Miyamoto's arms. Tears in her eyes wet Miyamoto's clothes.

"Father emperor, it's his son's incompetence that makes Japan a nation." The young man was ashamed and kowtowed, and his body trembled at the moment.

"Your Majesty, just come back. We will be able to rebuild Japan." Many ministers burst into tears and looked at Takeshi Miyamoto with hope.

Now!

Miyamoto smiled at himself. He slowly stroked his daughter's bun in his arms. His voice was gentle and said, "Japan has destroyed the country. I'm no longer an emperor. I'm just a sinner in Japan."

"Father, let's leave Japan and find a place to live in seclusion. Even if we are not royalty, the family can be together in peace." The Japanese Princess sobbed.

Miyamoto Wutian slowly pushed his daughter away. His breath gradually became cold and ethereal. His voice said in a low voice: "although Japan is gone, this Qiu father emperor must repay, otherwise how can I face my ancestors and ancestors and the dead Japanese people after my death?"

"Go, you all leave Japan and find a place to spend your life safely."

Miyamoto Wu's heavenly spirit covered his body. He printed his children's faces into his mind. There was no nostalgia in his eyes. When he stepped out one step, the Tiancong cloud sword shot out from the center of his eyebrows. One person and one sword turned into two streamers and shot away towards the land of Xia Kingdom in the East.

"That... That's Tiancong cloud sword?" A courtier exclaimed in horror.

"No, absolutely not. This must be tiancongyun sword." Another courtier blushed and cheered excitedly.

"Father, I will never leave. Even if Japan has been destroyed, I will wait for you to kill Ye Xuan. We will rebuild Japan together." The Japanese Prince clenched his fists and roared.

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The western world.

A streamer shuttles through the clouds. The terrible gas explosion makes people's eardrums hum, and turns a large number of clouds into water vapor.

Ye Xuan was dressed in black with no waves and waves on his face, but his eyes were shining with blood. His murderous spirit was extremely strong. He was shooting away at a city in the distance.

Boom!

The void is turbulent and the space is stagnant. When ye Xuan stands over the city, his face becomes extremely gloomy, because there is no living person in the city below, and all are floating corpses everywhere.

"This is the fourth dead city!" Ye Xuan whispered to himself.

Ye Xuan stayed in the West. He wanted to kill these immortal gods and spirits and then swallow their accomplishments. However, he passed through four holy cities. Both immortal gods and human beings living in the city died. Obviously, someone shot early before him and swallowed all the blood and Qi of these creatures.

Cruel, tyrannical, vicious means, and no one left alive. This is what ye Xuan saw.