Time and space in the heavens

Chapter 1660 Sadness and pain

Ming Xiaoyang's figure was overwhelmed by the endless power of faith.

Drops of crystal sweat oozed from his smooth jade forehead, and he mobilized his own magic power with all his strength to suppress the restlessness of the power of faith.

the last point.

It only takes the last bit of time to complete all this and inflict fatal damage to the Demon God of Destruction.

Unfortunately, it seems that this last bit of time can no longer belong to him.

The Demon God of Destruction, whose one arm was seriously injured, walked over step by step. His terrifying appearance frightened the surviving coalition forces, and no one dared to step forward to stop him.

The space between the World-Destroying Demon God and Ming Xiaoyang was flat.

"Damn boy, suffer death!" The Demon God of Destruction deliberately wanted to play with Ming Xiaoyang in his last moments, and he didn't go quickly.

Slowly and firmly, he came ten feet away in front of Ming Xiaoyang, raising one arm high, intending to strike that fatal palm.

"Don't hurt her." Empress Nuwa, who came from the world of fairy swords, stepped in front of the Demon God of Destruction and spread her arms like a hen protecting its young.

In the palm of my hand, the map of mountains and rivers spread out, and the lotus lantern glowed.

"Hehehe." The World-Destroying Demon God glanced at Nuwa with disdain, "Only you? If you want to die so much, I will send you on the road with him and make you a pair of desperate mandarin ducks."

boom!
  As he spoke, the devil's claws shot out a deadly cold light, piercing through the chaos and stabbing towards Nuwa.

The seriously injured Demon God of Destruction faced off against Nuwa from the world of fairy swords, and the outcome was uncertain.

Brush and pull!

The map of mountains, rivers, and the country in Nuwa's hands spread out and turned into endless phantoms, but it was difficult to resist the claws of the devil.

Tear!

With a crisp sound, the map of mountains, rivers, and the country was easily torn into pieces in front of the Demon God of Destruction, just like an ordinary picture scroll.

The sharp claws attacked Nuwa's breasts, intending to kill her and Ming Xiaoyang behind her.

At this time, Ming Xiaoyang was all focused on condensing the power of the heavens, and could not sense what was happening in the outside world at all.

Little did he know that a woman was about to lay down her life for him.

Goodbye, my love! Fairy Sword Nuwa looked back, three different memories flowed, and there was only one thought left in her heart.

At this moment, she is not only Nuwa from the legendary world of the Emperor, but also Nuwa from the world of fairy swords, and even more so, Nuwa from the world of lotus lanterns.

Three different selves, regardless of each other, fell in love with the same man.

Ming Xiaoyang is not a good person. He is cold and selfish, and will never take the initiative to do good things. He is not even a good man, surrounded by countless beauties.

If he didn't have the desire to destroy the world, he might have been slain by demons long ago.

But I don't know why, Nuwa just likes this man. He exudes fatal attraction every moment.

Nuwa has never regretted falling in love with this man, her daughter's mistress.

Bang!
  The fatal blow did not come to Nuwa. A white figure suddenly appeared and stood in front of Nuwa, allowing her to withstand the killing move from the World-Destroying Demon God.

"mother!"

"Three Holy Mothers!"

"Yang Chan!"

……

Various exclamations sounded, Nuwa's closed eyes opened again, and she hugged the woman in front of her.

At the critical moment, Yang Chan used her body as a shield to block Nuwa's claws. "Chan'er, are you crazy?" Nuwa held the weak Yang Chan in her arms and asked with her beautiful eyes twinkling.

"Chan'er?" Hearing this familiar name again, a trace of self-mockery appeared on Yang Chan's bloodless cheeks, "It's been... a long time... no one... has called me that."

"You... you are really... the master!"

"Master, you... you don't need to be sad." Liu Chenxiang, Sun Wukong and others rushed up. Yang Chan nestled in her master's arms and said intermittently, "I... I have already... lived enough. "

"Second brother, brother Ming, they... don't want me anymore, I... I'm going to find my... second brother now."

Halfway through her words, Yang Chan raised her head and glanced at Chen Xiang, with a trace of apology in her bright eyes, "Chen Xiang, yes... I am sorry for you, because... I have brought you so much pain because of my willfulness."

Bang!
  Chenxiang knelt down in front of her mother and cried bitterly: "Mom, you don't need to say such things to me."

"Master, you...can you help me ask Brother Ming," before dying, Yang Chan forgot the grudges between herself and Ming Xiaoyang and regained the feelings of her girlhood, "Has...he... Ever liked me?"

"I liked it!"

Before Yang Chan finished speaking, a frivolous voice came, giving the last comfort to Yang Chan who was dying.

boom!
  After being interrupted by Nuwa's master and apprentice, Ming Xiaoyang finally completed his plan. Vast faith gathered in his body. He was like a god who should not have appeared on this dirty battlefield. His long body stood tall and tall, and the halberd in his palm became his faith. Carrier.

A pair of sword eyes looked over, facing Yang Chan, who was entangled with her and had complicated grievances, "Yang Chan, to be honest, if your second brother hadn't objected back then and didn't want you to be a wanderer like me, maybe Chenxiang would have It’s my son who is right.”

"Really?" Getting a response from the man who was the only true love of his life was enough for Yang Chan.

Happiness and excitement surged on her pale cheeks, her head drooped, and she breathed her last breath.

"mother!"

"Three Holy Mothers!"

"aunt!"

Yang Tian, ​​Chen Xiang, Xiao Yu, and Sun Wukong saw Yang Chan dying in front of them, exclaiming in surprise and bursting into tears.

The Yang brothers and sisters are all dead!
  Is this the end of that unclear feud?
  …………

Seeing Yang Chan, a stupid girl, die in front of him, Ming Xiaoyang felt a touch of sadness on his face, raised his head again, and looked directly at the Demon God of Destruction.

"Demon God of Destruction, everything must end!"

Ming Xiaoyang raised his Fangtian Painted Halberd, ready to execute a fatal move at any time.

This move will complete the countless catastrophes and declare the end of this catastrophe.

"Has this moment finally come?" The World-Destroying Demon God laughed at himself, "This may be my sorrow."

There was a desolation in his words that others could not imagine.

The World-Destroying Demon God, the incarnation of immeasurable calamities, has only existed to destroy the heavens and worlds since the moment of his birth.

So much so that he doesn't even have a real name.

In ancient times, it was once punished by the mighty powers of all heavens and worlds, and this time it will usher in the final destruction.

Life to him is just a big joke.

No, to be precise, there was nothing worth remembering in his life, only a pale emptiness.

About to be destroyed, the World-Destroying Demon God was shocked to find that he was not as scared as he thought, but felt a sense of relief.

He is hateful and pitiful!
  "Suffer death!" Ming Xiaoyang caught the emotions emanating from the Demon God of Destruction, his eyes revealed a hint of sympathy, but he chopped down the halberd without mercy.

(End of this chapter)