Chapter 2999

The calamity of the heavens has come to an end.

There are many people in the starry sky. In every bloody battlefield, there are human figures. They are all covered with blood. They are looking for the remains of their relatives. They are wailing and crying one after another.

That's the real funeral song.

"Boss, we won."

In the dead and silent star region, the little ape emperor carries Kui Niu on his back, and he talks all the way and wobbles all the way.

In the past, every big war, the basic is Kui Niu pulling him, this time, changed the role.

To see Kui Niu, there is no breath, or is dead, was a demon king exterminated the original God.

"The heaven is the emperor. It's our younger sister."

The little ape's eyes were tearful, like talking to himself, and also seemed to say to Kui Niu, but there was no response.

Seven brothers, Kui Niu died in battle, ye Chen also died, only he is still alive.

Like this, it's all over the starry sky.

It can be seen that Chen Yi is carrying a blood stained zither, which is the emperor's nine immortals; you can see that Yao Xin is holding Xuanyuan emperor's blood coat; you can see that the southern emperor is holding the blood stained rosefinch, and she has no breath.

The whole starry sky is a picture of desolation.

The empress Ji ningshuang is also one of them. She has lost her husband and her children. If she has lost her soul, she is still stumbling.

The empress is also a person, a wife and a mother.

When the star wind blows, she finally falls down.

"Jiu Niang."

Ye Ling came to hold her and looked at the bloody clothes and armor in her arms.

Ji ningshuang sleeps in the past. I don't know if it's hurt or too tired. She falls in the arms of Ye Ling.

"Ling'er takes you home."

Ye Ling's tearful eyes whirled, carrying Ji ningshuang on his back, walked with a staggering pace, and walked away gradually.

The wail did not stop.

It was three months before it was gradually annihilated.

Most of the bones of the battlefield have been claimed. The forces, sects and races that have been destroyed by the whole army are buried in the ground.

The light is full of the human world, but the blood clouds still cover the sky. The great mountains and rivers are almost destroyed, and there are images of destruction everywhere.

However, no one is strong enough to rebuild.

In this war, from the new emperor of Zhengdao to the younger generation of Ningqi, they were all too tired and hurt too much.

In the new era, the heavens need rest.

For the first time, the starry sky became incomparably desolate, without a trace of human shadow. The seclusion, healing, and quietness of heaven and hell suppressed both emperors.

The night of Da Chu is also quiet.

The northern Chu is in a mess, and the southern Chu is also devastated. There is no longer a complete ancient city or a complete mountain. Even the Changhe River and the Xiongjiang River are stained with blood.

In the great Chu Kingdom, the old generation was like the emperor and the younger generation was like Ye Chen. More than 90% of them were buried.

In a catastrophe, two generations of people were killed in the battle of big Chu.

Two generations of people were killed in a catastrophe.

Jade girl peak, cold and clear.

Ji ningshuang lies quietly on the cloud, sleeping peacefully, her hair is still white, her eyes are covered with tears and pain.

On her side, there were still many bright lights, each of which lit a weak flame, which was the original spirit fire of Nanming jade gargle and sunset beauty.

Fortunately, ye Chen's wives are still there. At least, the fire of Yuan Shen is still there. It's only a matter of time before we rebuild again.

Under the old tree, Ye Ling was lying on the trunk of the tree. He was sleepy and tired. Even in his sleep, the tears in his eyes were still flowing.

Her father died in the war, her younger brother sacrificed, the mothers were sleeping soundly, Chengyuan Shenhuo was Chengyuan Shenhuo. For many years, she was so lonely for the first time. The warm night wind made her curl up.

"Ling'er, ling'er."

In the dark, there seems to be a call, gentle and gentle, for fear of waking her up from her dream.

"Daddy."

Ye Linghuo opened his eyes and stood up. When he saw the scene in front of him, the light in his eyes quickly faded down.

Dream, it turns out to be a dream.

Breeze blowing, carrying a touch of women's fragrance.

There is such a beautiful shadow, walked up the jade girl peak, bathed in the moonlight, bright, dreamlike.

Ye Ling's subconscious side eyes.

Is Yan Fei, Chen Huang's wife.

However, with her eyes closed, she seemed to be walking in a dream. For some reason, she came to the Jade Maiden peak in a dream. Looking at her face, she was haggard and had tears in the corner of her eyes. The wind did not dry.

This war, she also lost the most loved ones.

Seeing her, Ye Ling was in a trance.

Once upon a time, she seemed to see her father's figure on Yan Fei's body.

Not far away, Yan Fei did not settle down. She was walking in a dream, walking up and down.

"Imperial concubine?"

Ye Ling catches up and calls softly.Yan Fei Xian's body trembled slightly. She finally woke up and opened her eyes for a moment. Her expression was dull and her eyes were empty. In the next moment, she was able to recover her brightness.

After looking around, I can see that it is the Jade Maiden peak. I saw Ye Ling, Ji ningshuang, and more than a dozen ever burning lamps.

"Everything will be OK."

Yan Fei smiles and gently touches Ye Ling's small head. She laughs tenderly and laughs far fetched. She also loses the most intimate person, but she is still comforting the little girl.

Ye Ling nodded and his eyes filled with tears.

Yan imperial concubine left, to the light floating, go also quietly, before leaving, also looked at a deep sleep Ji ningshuang.

The future is formidable.

That is the youngest emperor in the sky, and also the most amazing female emperor. May she wake up early.

Dreams, after all, are illusory.

After her death, Ye Ling wiped away her tears and regained her energy. She came to her mother's body again to nourish their spirit fire with the power of Yuan Shen.

That's what she's been doing for the last three months.

As for Ji ningshuang, he was an emperor, and the wounds on his body had already been completely restored.

But she still didn't wake up.

In other words, it is self deception, degenerate in the dream, dare not open eyes to face the reality, dream of a husband, children, can wake up, but there are only two graves.

In April, people came out one after another.

Later, many places in the starry sky built a tombstone to commemorate the dead.

In May, more people came out to rebuild their hometown.

The heaven has become an emperor, and a new era has opened. It was thought that it was a golden age, but it was a brilliant afterglow. In this era of recuperation, without a thousand years, the heavens could not recover.

The morning sun is warm.

Before daybreak, the people of Hengyue came out of the mountain, and they wanted to rebuild the gate of the past. Dachu was almost a ruin, so was hengyuezong. Without a complete mountain, too many palaces collapsed.

Looking up, there are too many familiar people, such as Nie Feng, Huo Teng, Shi Yan, Wang Lin, Long Yi Long and Wu Long ye... And Xiong Er, who only knows how to make money.

Everyone, passing by the jade girl peak, will show a look of awe, will respectfully salute.

Little jade peak, there is a supreme emperor, the same, also buried a god of war.

The quiet big Chu, gradually more angry.

Like Hengyue, many forces of Zhengyang sect, Qingyun sect and Dachu are rebuilding their hometown.

Lift eyes to see, the same lack of many people.

Night, still so quiet.

The jade girl peak is still so cold.

With the breeze blowing, Ji Ning frost emperor body light tremor, finally wake up, is a dream, will wake up.

In June after the war, she finally got up.

At the same moment, more than a dozen of floating lamps flickered with flames. They were the original gods. They were not fake, but they were all intelligent, like excitement and sorrow.

Ji ningshuang lost her husband and children. They are the same. They are a family.

Ji ningshuang farfetched a smile and tears in her eyes. She gently brushed her hands and sprinkled a piece of strength of Yuan Shen to nourish their fire.

After that, she came to the old tree.

Ye Ling nestles up there, curling up in a small petite body, dreaming of his father, also dreaming of Ye Fan.

Ji ningshuang reaches out and caresses her small cheek. Ye Chen's daughter is also her daughter.

At the end of the night, she got up and went to the bamboo grove to worship ye Chen and ye fan.

In front of the two small tombs, the empress's tears are crystal clear, holding the tombstone, crying to sob.

I don't know when she left.

The female emperor's back, bleak, vicissitudes, sad beauty.

If you show up again, it's the gate of heaven.

Today's tianxuanmen is also cold and quiet.

In the old days, those dishonest old guys were hard to see. They were only the son of a face, white haired, sitting quietly under the old tree, in a daze.

This catastrophe, is how miserable, a friend, has become the dust of history.

On that day, if he did not go to inspect Yumian, he would probably be one of the Dudi. Most of the time, he would go to huangquan together with the great emperor.

"I'm sorry."

From afar, Xi Chen was tired and smiling, and there was blood flowing from the corners of his mouth. Although he didn't fight against the emperor, he was also seriously injured. He once went to the battlefield and fought against the demons.

Ji ningshuang doesn't speak a word. She passes by Xichen. When she passes by, there is an emperor's light. She doesn't enter the body of Xichen. She heals his wound and smothers the killing machine in his body.

The great Chu is desolate, and the tianxuanmen is even more desolate.

She walked all the way, rarely seen human figures, even if there are, are mostly younger generation, and most of them are below the great sage.

Da Chu, two generations of people were killed in the war.

The jade tablet of her eyes has been destroyed.

In the moonlight, she entered the Lingxiao hall.

In the hall, Ruoxi, chuxuan and Chuling are all in the room, quietly suspended, all in deep sleep. One of them is pale, and the other is tearful from the corner of their eyes.To them, she is guilty, the emperor is not omnipotent, failed to save their Ye Chen.

Her arrival, Chu Xuan Chu Ling cry more painful.

However, they can not wake up, only subconsciously, for the feelings of pain, tears for ye Chen.

Ji ningshuang raised her hand and gently put it on Ruoxi's body. She applied the power of emperor Dao to repair the damaged foundation for her. Ruoxi's cheek was just a little more ruddy.

The stronger one is, the more terrible the world is.

Just like her, just like this emperor, she stood in front of Ruoxi in the past without feeling, but today, I feel more depressed. It is a kind of pressure from the ancient times, which is superior to the emperor. If the real ancient goddess of heaven still exists, any emperor can not cover her glory.

Hum! Hum! Hum!

LingXiao palace trembles, I don't know what the implication is. Xu is gratified and Xu is surprised. It seems that from Ji ningshuang's body, she has found the shadow of the empress at that time.

They are too amazing, if you give her enough time, maybe it will be the second ancient heaven lady.

Ji ningshuang left, walking in the empty sky of Da Chu.

At night, there are also figures and busy rebuilding the hometown. When we see her, they will salute respectfully.

They should be glad that they are still alive and that they can witness the birth of the new emperor. They will be the kindling of this new era and continue for future generations.

Ji ningshuang stopped when he passed the city wall of Southern Chu.

From the blood stained stones, she found a trace of residual soul, belonging to the demon king Kui Yu Jiang.

When the Nine Emperors of the great Chu died in the battle, all the kings of the great Chu fought against the demons with blood, and one of them, Kui and Yujiang, died.

However, he is a nebula with a trace of soul.

Ji ningshuang's sleeve, has the power of the emperor, melt the Changming lamp, put the remnant soul of Kui and Yujiang into the Changming lamp, ignited the soul fire, and sent it back to the devil kingdom.

In his new year, this trace of soul fire will burn into the fire of the original God, and the resurrection is only a matter of time.

Lucky people, not only Kui Yujiang, but also Xu nuoyan, the saint of Qixi palace.

If the goddess of the Double Seventh Festival was here, she would call him Ji Wuchen. It was a woman in Dan city who dressed up as a man and took away the soul of a woman. After a great reincarnation, she still remembered that name.

It is still the ever burning lamp, containing the soul of the goddess of the Chinese Valentine's day, which is swept back to the palace by the empress.

This night, her emperor Tao Shen consciousness, cage dusk the whole big Chu, want to find the remaining soul.

Unfortunately, there are no more lucky people.

Only Kui Yujiang and Xu nuoyan, who died in the war, could really revive. As for other heroes, they were dust of history and would never come back.

Passing luoshenyuan, the empress stops suddenly.

Inside, there is a beautiful shadow, step by step out, bathed in moonlight, dreamlike.

She is Yan Fei and sleepwalking again. She is like the ghost of the night. She is flighty, sometimes illusory and sometimes solid.

Look at her, Ji ningshuang has also been in a trance for a moment. From Yan Fei's body, she seems to have seen the figure of Ye Chen.

Like Ye Ling, she also laughs at herself. Is it self deception? Or miss Ye Chen too much?

Facing the night wind, Yan Fei is drifting away.

Ji ningshuang watched her go.

The imperial concubine of Chen Huang, who was practicing the way of dream, followed a different path from her. Her understanding of the dream way was even better than her.

After all, she is also a dreamer.

But Yan Fei, is specialized in dream.

Even if she is the emperor, it is hard to make up for it.

She turned around and entered the turbulent flow of time and space. In the turbulent flow, there were still many old emperor Zhun who had not received it.

"Whoa, the emperor?"

Then, they heard the voice of surprise, one by one flying past the old people, startled two eyes straight, self recognized that it was Ji ningshuang, also from the smell of the emperor.

"Why did you become emperor?"

"Did we miss the wonderful play?"

"What happened."

The old emperor to be was shocked. The eyes of Ji ningshuang were more wonderful than they thought. They were all full of question marks.

They are still thinking about how to testify?

Now a look, but also prove your sister's way.

With the new emperor's capital coming out, his brand of emperor's way has replaced the brand of emperor's respect. He not only replaced it, but also suppressed it fiercely. It's strange to be able to prove Tao.

Ji ningshuang does not speak, but stands in the turbulence, not affected by the turbulence.

She did not respond to the words of emperor Zhun, but gently brushed her hand and sent a revered old emperor to be out of chaos. Although there were many, the number was limited, only a few hundred, and there was no top level.

After leaving the turbulent flow and returning to their hometown, the old emperor to be saw the devastated sky.

Soon, the wailing and crying resounded through the starry sky. It should have been told what had happened. During their absence, there was a catastrophe that came to the whole human world and killed too many people.

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