The most powerful emperor system

Chapter 433
They were parting, the lovers were separated from each other, they were heartbroken, and they were lingering in love and did not want to separate, but the reality was too cruel, and the man finally set off with the brigade.

He was dressed in fluttering white clothes, with a reassuring smile on his handsome face, then he turned and left, with thunder and flames swaying around him, turning into two big stars and bursting out with powerful power.

Thousands of powerful beings finally gathered under the scorching sun, and the horn of the expedition sounded, and then everyone, including the man in white, including the scorching sun, all set off and disappeared into the sky.

"Lang Jun, don't worry, follow the king to defend our paradise! I will take care of those flowers, Bai Liuguang will be fine, she will bloom flowers, waiting for you to come back."

The woman couldn't stop her tears from falling down. She had been bewilderedly watching the figures in the distance disappear, leaving only a gust of breeze and a line of water and sky with three clusters of white clouds, and she was reluctant to leave for a long time.

The scene in front of me changes again, the east wind blows, the spring rains come, and the purple air comes from the east. The spring is the most beautiful of the year. The woman does it herself, digs the soil, sows, fertilizes, waters, and takes good care of it.

Slices of flower beds are blooming, competing for splendor, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, purple, colors like a rainbow, and the artistic conception and beauty of a fairy splashing ink.

Bai Liuguang has sprouted buds, it doesn't look beautiful, it looks like garlic, but it keeps growing toward the sky, very tenacious.

Spring goes and autumn comes, winter snows fluttering, a year has passed, and the people from the expedition have not yet arrived.

Women like to stand under the peach blossom tree and wait for their lover after taking care of the flowers. Year after year, spring after spring, the peach blossoms bloom and fall, and the peaches bear fruit and wither.

Bai Liuguang grows as tall as a strand of hair every year, but before he knows it, he has already stood tall on the ground. When the flowers bloom, it is very beautiful. The streamer is surging like a silk thread, and thousands of fireflies are dancing.

The woman is still waiting impatiently, singing and blowing the tune of her hometown, which is the common hometown of the two of them, the most beautiful tune.

As the stars move, the sun and the moon change, the originally extremely splendid and brilliant treasure land has been mottled with light and shadow, the jewels are gone, the majesty and majesty are no longer there, only the loneliness, depression and dull life are left.

There has been a catastrophe here, and all the glory has been buried. The woman is still waiting, her black hair has turned white, and the peach tree has turned into a scorched black stake. It has been dead for many years.

Only the white streamer and the flowers are still in bloom, and there is a white bone under the coke-like wooden stake, the bones are warm and moist, as white as suet and white jade, very delicate, it looks like a woman's skeleton.

One night, thousands of white streamers withered together, and all the light, vitality, and good fortune spewed out, and the starlight poured into the bone like a tide, and then the bone bloomed with the light of jade.

A beautiful woman walked out of the corpse that had already been weathered into bones. She was as beautiful as a flower before, and she was as youthful as before, staying in her most beautiful years.

She is still repeating her previous life, weeding, watering, fertilizing, taking care of thousands of flowers, and then waiting obsessively under the peach pile.

The white streamer was in full bloom again, but the beloved hadn't arrived yet. After an unknown number of years, a middle-aged Taoist came from the place where the sky meets the sea.

He has a handsome face, dressed in a yin and yang Taoist robe, carrying a sword and holding a whisk, looking at the ruins and sighing, he enveloped the place with great magic power, and then all the light and shadow shattered.

Luo Yang's body shook, and he glanced sideways at the happy woman beside him, tears streaming down his face involuntarily, he was moved.

What an infatuated woman this is. In order to wait for the return of her sweetheart, from black hair to white hair, from youth to old age, she will die endlessly, and her soul will never disperse and turn into a strange existence.

Luo Yang's heart was sour and mixed. On the one hand, he didn't want to deceive this kind and infatuated woman, and on the other hand, he didn't want to shatter her dream. That would be too cruel.

Luoyang fell into a dilemma, the woman beside her was as delicate as a flower, and the white streamer in front of her was whirling with a faint white light, hazy and bright, covering the two of them with a layer of light gauze.

They walked aimlessly, the woman murmured softly, and from afar in Luoyang, they saw the dry peach wood pile and the crystal clear jade skeleton under the pile.

He pulled the woman into his arms, then turned around and left. He didn't want this beautiful woman to see the truth of the matter, and kept it a secret for as long as he could.

"Ugh."

At this moment, a distant sigh suddenly came from Luoyang's mind, full of helplessness and pity, as if it came from the distant ancient times and unpredictable time and space, making Luoyang feel in a trance for a while.

"Don't be afraid, little friend, I'm his lord." The voice sounded again: "I don't mean any harm, can you let me borrow your body for a while, just say a few words to her."

The fairy burial coffin was glowing, and he wanted to kill it automatically, but Luo Yang nodded, he suppressed the fairy burial coffin, and only used him to protect his divine sense.

Then he handed over the control of his body, and a strange feeling came, a specious feeling, Luoyang felt a will controlling his body, and he had lost control.

Then a figure in a white robe appeared in front of his sea of ​​consciousness. Luo Yang's gaze changed, full of tenderness and longing. This was the gaze of that person.

"Liu Guang, it's hard for you." Luoyang's voice was full of the vicissitudes of the years: "It's been so many years, why bother, why do you have to wait for me, a heartless person?"

The man in white had a hoarse and sighing voice, and gently stroked Liu Guang's hair with his hands, trembling unceasingly, affectionately and affectionately.

Liuguang looked at his lover and smiled happily: "Bai Liuguang only blooms for true love, flowers are like people, people are like flowers."

"At the beginning, we had made an oath. In this life and in this life, we live in the same quilt, and in death we have the same acupuncture points. Liu Guang dare not forget it, nor does he want to forget it."

"Well said!" The man in white said, "I, Zhong Qing, have a wife like you in my life, and I have no regrets."

"I have sat withered under the white streamer for 3 years, waiting for her to germinate and bloom, but it has never been successful. But now, the flowers have bloomed and people are by my side. I have nothing to ask for."

"You and I, even though we are separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, still have the same mind. Even if the rain blows and the wind blows, the time is tempered, and the yin and yang are separated, we can't cut off the friendship between you and me."

"No matter what we face in the future, we will hold hands and face the desert of time together." The man in white was very emotional, and strands of brilliance emerged from his body.

The same is true for the charming woman Bai Liusu, as if thousands of fireflies flew out of her delicate body, she was instantly beautiful, and in the blink of an eye, both bodies became illusory.

"Liu Guang, we can't implicate the little brother, after all, he is the one who brought us back together."

The man in white had a gentle voice, and a thin and transparent figure walked out of Luoyang's body, holding a white tassel and looking at Luoyang with a smile.

"Now I have lost it and found it again. With Liuguang, I have the whole world, and I have nothing to worry about."

The palm of the man in white turned with light: "But this sword was given by the king. Follow me to kill enemies in the battlefield for 3000 years, so I will give it to you."

It was a treasured sword rippling with thunder and flames, but it had broken from the middle, and the fine cracks spread in all directions, as if it might collapse at any time.

After he finished speaking, he took Bai Liuguang to the sea of ​​flowers, the flowers were blooming, and all Bai Liuguang seemed to be sending off this pair of lovers who lived and died together, burning all their lives.

The most beautiful flowers bloomed, and for a moment the entire courtyard was enveloped by the streamer of white light, like a dream, the rain of flowers was flying all over the sky, and the beauty was extremely beautiful for a moment.

Even Luoyang, an outsider who was on the sidelines, was obsessed, moved by this lingering love, and worried, staring at the couple walking towards the colorful rain of flowers and streamers, Luoyang sent sincere blessings.

Outside the thousands of layers of courtyards, the streamer flowers rained brilliantly. Gu Yiyi, who stood outside anxiously, was startled, and gently stretched out her hand, the petal streamer fell on it and shattered gently, turning into crystal light and dissipating.

Gu Yiyi gritted his teeth: "Little thief, why don't you come out! Didn't you say that you have the protection of Da Neng? Is that woman stronger than Da Neng?"

"Damn it, wait a minute, I really can't do it, I will risk my life to save you, I really owe you in my previous life!"

Zhong Qing and Bai Liuguang were in the sea of ​​flowers, with colorful butterflies flying around. They smiled lightly, very happy, telling their love and longing, whispering faintly, outsiders couldn't hear them clearly.

Their bodies became more and more illusory, and countless streamers flew out, as if they were transforming into Tao, blending into the space between heaven and earth, and finally dissipated in the rain of light all over the sky, very beautiful.

"Two, go all the way."

Luo Yang clasped his hands and said with a smile, this is a real smile, very gentle, very warm, full of blessings, he thought of Yan Xingyu, Zi Wanying, and that troublesome Yu Linglong.

When the last two of them dissipated, their memory was gone, spinning like a revolving lantern, Luoyang saw a lot of things, it was a battlefield, the entire sea area was dyed red, and the islands were completely shattered.

A scorching sun was suspended high in the sky, emitting immeasurable light and heat, and he followed countless masters, whose aura bloomed and swept away the heaven and earth.

But their opponents are stronger, the world is dead, and the air of corpses is filled, and all kinds of zombies rush out, leaping like flying.

Bronze-colored palms protruded from the sea, and a single palm was as large as ten thousand li, covering the sky and the sun.

There are also black lacquered palms protruding from the void, the same huge and incomparable, like a cloud hanging from the sky, and the lingering corpse aura on it makes people despair.

Luoyang didn't see this battle, he only saw the last mutilated man crawling between the sky and the earth, his eyebrows were pierced, he should have died a long time ago.

But he didn't die, he was still crawling forward, there was a kind of obsession supporting him, he didn't know how long, he finally returned home, and then saw the beautiful woman and the white bones, and the fragrance disappeared.

He looked up to the sky and grieved, and burned his last vitality to rescue him. The white streamer was radiant, mixed with the vitality of the man to create a miracle, and someone came out of the bones.

All the light disappeared, and the garden was full of red, especially the white tassels, which were completely dead, and the flower-seekers had gone, so there was no need for them to bloom.

The dagger in Luoyang's hand whined, and the half-disabled Qi Ling was also crying, crying for his master.

Luo Yang sighed, and carried out the crystal clear bones and incomplete bones in front of the peach tree, and buried them together in the withered flowerbed of white tassels.

A pile of loess covered the two bones, but there is true love in the world, and their stories are engraved in Luoyang's heart.

(End of this chapter)