"Are you going to let Chu Xuan die with his eyes closed? Originally, he could escape without death, but in order to save us, he sacrificed himself. Do you want to disappoint him? "

"Give me a good life, don't let Chu Xuan down, let his death have no value."

The voice of the real body of the great devil contains the rolling sound of magic, shaking people's hearts, so that all people are shocked. They are silent, no longer crying, no more fighting.

Their eyes were red, and they worshipped chuxuan.

The real body of the big devil turned around, and a hot tear from the corner of his eye could no longer help dripping down his cheek.

"Chu Xuan, you can rest assured that I will protect the universe and prevent you from dying in vain. In the future, I will shoulder the burden on your shoulders."

The devil murmured in a low voice with grief. Tears rolled in his eyes. His lips were bitten. His palms were pierced by nails. The red blood was dripping slowly.

Jiang dusk smoke roared, to the soldiers to solve.

When the devil really heard the news, he was startled and quickly wrapped it with rolling primitive evil Qi. However, his cultivation was almost the same as that of Jiang Wanyan, so he could not stop it.

Boo!

At this time, a fire lotus, tearing the sky, came in an instant, directly into the eyebrows of ginger evening smoke.

Jiang Muyan's body was frozen directly, and there were many chains around him. He lost consciousness and fell asleep.

People are surprised, but at the moment, there is an ethereal voice: "you are good at life and practice, don't let me pay so much."

This voice is so familiar, it is the voice of Chu Xuan, people in the heart of tears, hastily nodded.

Chuxuan was sitting in the colorful lotus. His face was solemn and solemn, and a drop fell from the corner of his eye. He secretly said, "Ginger Twilight smoke, give me a good life. I'm sorry, I broke my promise. I'm afraid I can't swim with you. However, I will always be watching you silently in the depth of time and space and protecting you."

The runes flying all over the sky are crystal clear and dazzling. The spirit of Chu Xuan is incomparably serene. It is as quiet as a rock and motionless as a mountain.

The sound of Bo, this time, even the gods are blooming into a bright light, the color lotus within the blood flying, bullying the wind and rain.

The lotus turns gently, and the bodhi tree is rooted in it. Hundreds of millions of beams of light fall on the Tomahawk.

The Tomahawk was humming and shaking, and the flames and flowers were flying in succession. The pieces were stained with blood. It was like a man's tears. It was extremely beautiful.

Between heaven and earth, there is no Chu Xuan, but on the colorful lotus, there is an illusory figure, quietly stepping on the sky, eyes empty, motionless, hands standing on the back, the body is blooming with the most brilliant light flowers, rendering the world a peaceful and beautiful, all the scenery in this moment is eclipsed, can not compete for beauty.

This scene falls in people's eyes, and the eternal frame, no matter how eroded by the years, will be passed on, just like an old film that will never fade. It will be indelible in the heart.

This scene is so shocking that even the powerful and supernatural people in the sky have dim eyes and admiration.

At this moment, regardless of the enemy, I bowed to Chu Xuan to show my admiration.

There was no sound in the void, and the needle could be heard. Only the sound of lotus blossoming, with a little bit of light shining, flew into the Tomahawk and branded on it.

And when all the people in heaven saw this, they wept.

Firmly engraved in people's eyes, the image is indelible.