The Rebellious Emperor Dragon of Thunderbolt World

Chapter 82
By the crystal lake, the blue waves are rippling, but they can't shake the sorrow in their hearts. Yan Guiren carefully put the body of Princess Zhuyi into the coffin, looking at the beautiful woman lying in the coffin, he has not moved for a long time, with a glance of ten thousand years.

"You just said it, but is it true?"

After a long time, someone from Yangui heard a faint word, and the stranger nodded solemnly when he heard the words, and said, "Yes, Princess Zhuyi has already been reincarnated, but just walk on the Naihe Bridge, take a sip of Meng Po's decoction, and leave the past behind." Forget, but, Yuan, it’s so wonderful, if you don’t get out of this cave that locks you up, you will never meet her reincarnation.”

"Ha, how can I be sure?"

Yan Guiren laughed at himself, reached out and stroked Princess Zhuyi's cheek again.

"Whether you believe it or not is up to you. Besides, reincarnation means cutting off from the past. Even if you find her, you can't say that she is Princess Zhu Yi. That will only hurt her now."

What the foreigner said was very firm and true. Although the theory of reincarnation was very unreliable, the previous persuasion had opened Yan Guiren's closed heart, and he was no longer insane.

"Since she has been reborn, I should also be reborn." Yan Guiren closed the coffin lid, closed his eyes, and opened them again. His whole spirit changed, and a chivalrous wind swept around. The wind swayed, revealing the artifact carried on the back, "From now on, I will forget her face."

"Well, what you just said is wrong."

"Ok?"

"You have to remember Princess Zhuyi's face, forever, because the dead can only live in memory. If you forget her, she really never existed."

"Ha, is it?"

"Love is to remember, those who have loved deeply, as long as they exist, they will be forever." After the stranger finished the last sentence, he left a letter and left at random.

"Zhu Yi, then Yan Guiren will take you to venture into the rivers and lakes together again." Yan Guiren looked at the foreigner who was leaving, thanked him, and picked up the letter.

"Is there a realm of nothingness? Go quickly."

Turning the letter into white shavings, Yan Guiren set up the tomb for Princess Zhuyi and left.

The wind howled, the night moon hung high, and the atmosphere of chill pervaded. In the vast and boundless forest, flying stars suddenly came and rushed to the sea of ​​clouds.

There are thousands of light spots flying into the sea of ​​clouds from the forest, and they are still increasing, gradually becoming endless. These light spots that illuminate the demonized land are the countless reactivated demon spirits in the alien world. In the extreme atmosphere, The final battle that symbolizes the destruction of the Central Plains is about to begin.

The current base of the heroes of the Central Plains—the realm of nothingness, there are four passages connecting the outside, one main road, and three dangerous passes. from the environment.

On the main road, Tan Wuyu, Jin Bazhen and Mu Shaoai confronted the Six Prophets of the Demon Realm and Yan Shiyan, and the battle was imminent.

"The hatred of Leng Shuixin, we will settle it today!" Tan Wuyu swept the dust away, and fired vigorously. Although the Fengliu sword was not out of its sheath on the back, it was already awe-inspiring.

"The one who surrenders lives, and the one who carries him dies. If you have no desire to talk, don't regret it." Guizhi, the head of the six prophets of the devil world, was not afraid at all. Although he spoke to persuade him to surrender, he did not see his sincerity.

"Ha, is it up to you?" Jin Bazhen smiled coldly, confident. After all, if the Six Prophets and Yan Shi Vat, it would not be a problem for the three of them to survive until Pingshan landed. About to arrive.

However, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly froze, and a thunderbolt fell from the clear sky, causing the situation to change color, and even more so to shake the ground. Under the heavy pressure, two men in black were seen carrying a sedan chair down from the sky, and landed behind the soldiers and horses of the demon world.

"Well, that's it!" Mu Shaoai was surprised, he never expected that someone would show up here!

"Ah! It's the Lord of Different Evils, reborn in the night!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

With a cold smile, the lord of septic blood and evil descended, and the three of Tan Wuyu fell into the siege of eight people!

And in the other three dangerous locations in the realm of nothingness, soldiers will also be on the verge of breaking out!
In the first place, mourning is heard, chords and music are played, as if to worry about the visitor, a handsome swordsman with black hair and white clothes sits alone on the top of the stone peak, holding the erhu, playing an elegy for defeating the enemy.

"On this road, there should be someone waiting for me."

As the words fell, the scene changed, and a huge cherry blossom tree appeared for no reason. Among the cherry blossoms, Yuanfu Tianhuang came with a Tianhuang knife in his hand. The cherry blossoms drifting with the wind seemed to bury a person's name.

"I'm also waiting for the day I meet you!"

The words fell, the fingers moved, and the cherry blossoms flew. The swordsman in white put down his erhu, and caught the flying cherry blossoms with one hand.

"Tonight, Huayu brought the news of a person's death."

"Although flowers are beautiful, they will wither one day."

Urging the cherry blossoms in his hand to wither, the swordsman showed his magic sword, the sky wept, the sword sounded, and the battle started.

In the second place, the grass is luxuriant and taller than a human, but the scorching temperature is accompanied by the arrival of an aggressive person. The pioneer of the demon world, the god of war, Tunfo boy with his hands behind his back, has already seen his opponent.

"Sword mad sword idiot Ye Xiaochai, the long-renowned sword master of the Central Plains, can you surprise Zhu Yan?"

The voice falls, the grass leaves fly, the wind blows the grass and the celebrity appears, the scarred face, the speechless person, is Shen Yuan facing the raging fire, Ye Xiaochai flashes the sword, not allowing the opponent to pass!

In the third place, one person and one beast walked on the stone-grass path, and no one stopped them along the way, which made the demon suspicious.

The Shesheng Boy who had broken the seal was already far more powerful than before, and Yulianghuang, who was hiding in the dark, was a little anxious when he saw Yan Guiren coming.

Just when She Sheng Tongzi was about to pass through the path, he suddenly heard the sound of the wind breaking through the sky, and the holy halberd descending at high speed landed in front of the road that She Sheng Boy must pass through, and then a figure rushed in, only a red shadow was seen, People have stopped before pardoning the boy.

"While the wind blows, asks Lu Han, who will drink with him, and who will dare to stand in the way? The swallow halberd is returned and ordered not to be returned!"

Pulling out with one hand, he picked up the holy halberd and sighed, Yan Guiren blocked the pardoning boy, and the flames of war were on the verge of breaking out.

Yulianghuang, who was hiding in the dark, was scheming in his heart and stared at She Sheng Tongzi.

And in a place far away from the realm of nothingness, Beichen Yuanhuang, the fallen king of subjugation in the past, and now the frightening Yiliu evil emperor, is leading Yiliu people in a desert at this moment.

All of a sudden, the murderous aura permeated, passing several cactus in front of him, but saw a demon sitting alone leaning on a knife, extremely domineering, exuding towering magic power covering the front, but the killing intent was only directed at one person.

"My seat Yan Mo Hanyan, I am here to personally meet your unfathomable depths!"

"It's enough for Beichen Yuanhuang's face to let the devil come here in person."

"The might of the Rage God will subvert the entire Yiliu!"

Standing up, swinging the knife, the electric current converges, Yan Mo Hanyan has not yet gained momentum, Beichen Yuanhuang is already feeling the pressure!
This night, the flames of war are everywhere, and the flames of war are burning. Who will not see the sun of tomorrow?
(End of this chapter)