Chapter 4857

This situation lasted until ten thousand years ago. The passage of master-slave world was opened again, and a woman named Baili Liuyin appeared in Xiuxian land. Push this hopeless world into another bottomless abyss=== When Muyan is in Tianguang ruins, watching the past and future of Qihuang. In an oasis in the remote west, Jingyuan wakes up from the roar of thunder and the tremor of the earth. The goal is the golden arch in the sky. Lightning and thunder tearing open, forming a crack and vortex. Countless black spots fall from the vortex, just like black hail. But Jingyuan recognized at a glance that it was not rain or hail. It's the ghost who comes to this world through the border crack. Did the pillar collapse again? How could that be? Jingyuan quickly got up from the ground, flew up into the sky and looked at the sky. Soon, his face became darker and darker, and there was a deep worry in his eyes. If he is right, the position of the collapse of the pillar of heaven this time is just above the ancient battlefield. The residence of xiaoyaomen is right there. Since learning about his life experience, Jingyuan has been living in front of his parents' grave for some time. Leng spent the first month with him. Later, he resolutely left him and went back to the Xiaoyao gate. Before he left, Leng Yumo said to him: "the little monk I like is gentle and soft in appearance, but he always has his own persistence in heart. He will change because of the changes around him and will do what he does not want to do, but he will always keep a trace of clarity in his heart and will not fall down easily. "“ Jingyuan, if you feel drunk, you can forget the pain and escape everything that happened. Then you stay here. But I will not stay for you. "“ No matter how much I like you and miss my little monk, I am also a member of xiaoyaomen. I have my ambition and something I want to protect. I will not let my brothers and sisters leave me far behind and indulge in the love between men and women. "“ Let's say goodbye. I hope to see you later. I hope you will be the little monk I know next time we meet. " The day Leng Yumo left, Jingyuan was in agony and curled up in front of her parents' grave, letting tears flow freely on her haggard face. He thought his life was a joke. Once all the insistence, all the faith, all the efforts, in a moment all turned into nothing. He thought that his mentor was the main culprit for the death of his parents. He thought that his enemy was just a victim who was in sympathy with him. He wanted to hate, but he didn't know who to hate. He wants to realize his revenge, but he finds that all his accomplishments are made by his enemies. Once, overnight, Jingyuan lost her most important relatives, leaving only hatred in her life. Now, he doesn't even have hatred. Life seems to be gouged out by life, and he doesn't know where to go. Jingyuan thought that he would be in front of his parents' grave and live like that. Whether the world is ups and downs, or life and death, have nothing to do with him. However, at this moment, looking at the collapse of Tianzhu in the sky, Jingyuan's heart seems to be tightly held by a hand. He thought he would never worry about anyone in the world again. He thought his heart was dead.