Realms In The Firmament

Suddenly, the emotions of the demon savage suddenly violently, and a black mist is screaming, and the wrath of the wrath: "Damn!"

"Ye Xiao, I want not only your people, your body, your spiritual power, your soul, I have to lock your spirit for millions of years, torture you every day with the boundless magic fire, yell at you, You are a good bastard, dare to break the good things in this seat..."

With the bang, a whirlwind rolled up flat and a "sudden" rushed out. In August 1st, W≧W≤W≤W≤. ≤8≤1≤Z

Outside, I don’t know how far the ground is, the sudden winds in the sky are stirring and the wind is rising.

All the people who heard this violent temper, regardless of the level of cultivation, all violently shuddered.

This moment is like walking through the wilderness graveyard in the middle of the night, and the feeling of being swept by the wind in the shade.

The sinister scorpion of the black man, who is unassuming, is continuing to maintain the 63 people who operate the altar.

After a long, long eyelid, the eyelids finally slammed and said to myself gently: "So, it should be... enough..."

The black robe fluttered and walked slowly outside.

The black sage went out, another purple robes, but he walked in from the outside and stood in front of him.

The black robe is standing still, and his eyes are watching without any expression: "Is there something?"

"Father, according to the latest news, the laughing monarch has already brought people to destroy the East Hall, and this time he is coming to the West Hall."

The coming person is the main son of Xidian Temple.

It is also the only biological son of the black robe deity Zong Yuankai.

At this moment, his face was anxious, and there was a blame that could not be said.

"Well, I know." The black magical nodded nodded, and the letter replied, and then walked out again.

"Father!" Zong Xingyu stopped him and said anxiously: "I don't understand why we have to sit and watch the East Temple be destroyed. Why can't we help? The East Temple West Hall, the same gas, the lips are cold!"

The black magic demon snorted and said: "The east hall is the east hall, how can it be in the same breath with the west hall! You just have to control your western temple, and there is no need to pay attention to other things."

Zong Xingyu said anxiously: "The East Hall is also our hard work. It is even more of a father-in-law who has personally hit it. It has been tens of thousands of years. It is so ruined... I, I am..."

The black magic demon looked at him coldly and said nothing.

"Baby wants to know the reason." Zong Xingyu insisted on asking.

"Reason? What reason?" The black magic demon eyes between the eyes open flashing: "Are you the first day of the rivers and lakes, even asked such a naive question, rivers and lakes never need a reason, only need to have strength ""

"But we obviously have strength." Zong Xingyu is a little excited: "Even if the peripheral strength is gone, but we have enough strength! Even if the East Hall can not be completely preserved, but if the East Hall high-level connection withdraws, it is still a little bit No problem!"

"Even if we do our best, the masters will not be able to fight in the East Hall and kill Ye Xiao and others!"

"We can do it!"

"But father and grandfather, you would rather watch the East Hall being slaughtered!"

"The child is very puzzled, expecting his father to solve the problem?" Zong Xingyu's face is actually a painful color: "The East Temple is also the hard work of the father's hard work, why not abandon it..."

The black demon eyes looked like two cold arrows, staring at Zong Xingyu's face: "You also said that it is my hard work, it is my hard work! Is it?"

Zong Xingyu’s rumored that this sentence is unreasonable but unreasonable. He looked up and looked at his father’s cold and unrequited face. Suddenly his heart burst into tears and said: “Yes, the East Hall is yours. Heart and blood! So how do you want to destroy if you want to destroy it, right?"

In the voice of Zong Xingyu, there is already a hysterical taste.

"Yes!"

The black demon respects the constant coldness of the eyes, which is like the cracking of the ice layer. The whole person is more like the icy sculpture on the top of the snow in the millennium, and it does not move, it is infinitely cold.

Zong Xingyu's body suddenly shocked, and suddenly a feeling of powerlessness grew.

At this moment, he didn't even know what he was going to say. If he said something, he would only feel the inexplicable fatigue and the loss of his soul.

The eyes with almost no focal length looked at his father's side, and the voice was erratic: "This battle... even Wufa died in battle, and died in Ye Xiao's hands..."

The black demon eyes are like two deep-bottomed pools, watching him talk, but not talking.

"The entire East Hall ... all the hands, no matter the master or ordinary disciples have no life, all died, the East Hall has become a historical term ..." Zong Xingyu continued to say.

The black magic demon still did not speak, full of silence, it seems that at this moment, the whole person has turned into nothingness, into the void.

"Now, the enemy is gathering masters, coming to the west side of the temple, and the intention to kill them is clear..." Zong Xingyu said stunnedly.

The eyes of the black demon statue have finally changed, and this is the only change so far.

Zong Xingyu was very keenly aware of this change, and the emotion suddenly became excited. He said loudly: "Do you still want to... I want to give you another heart, the West Hall, and sacrifice like the East Hall. ?!"

At the same time as saying this sentence, Zong Xingyu's face suddenly rose red, and his emotions were extremely indignant.

However, the black magic demon still did not speak, and even his eyes were no longer fluctuating.

Zong Xingyu stared angrily at his father: "Your foundation is all hit by you. No matter how you choose, we have no complaints!"

The black magic deity had an action, turned around, turned his head, rubbed his head, and looked at his son with a very interesting look.

However, there is no warmth in the eyes.

Zong Xingyu can fully feel the indifference and alienation.

My father, looking at his own eyes, is like looking at an unrelated stranger!

There is no such feeling and feeling that there should be between father and son.

This feeling of abnormal alienation of the family, in these years, after every basic contact, will feel this feeling more obvious.

It seems that his father, gradually, will use the feelings, forget it bit by bit, peel off little by little, and forget it a little bit later.

He... seems... has gradually lost a possession of emotion as a 'person'!

Well, it’s all emotions!

Zong Xingyu’s heart has a heartfelt tingling feeling, and he murmured: “We have no complaints, we are not qualified to complain... but my father, I don’t know if you have thought about it, the West Hall is here, but there is Your son, daughter-in-law, grandson, grandson... West Hall, there are many of your loved ones, family members... Do you remember this?"

The black magic demon nodded indifferently, faintly said: "I remember, the West Hall, not the East Hall, the West Hall has my son, grandson, all my loved ones, I have to remember."

He said that it is such a perfunctory, such carelessness.

In the words of this, in the heart of the black magic demon, even a kind of ridicule, and the urge to laugh.

Loved ones?

what!

Loved ones? !

Is it helpful for the great work of the magic map?

If the answer is no, then it is worth talking about, why care more!

Zong Xingyu’s heart is cold.

In front of Zong Yuankai, he is a son, but after leaving this layer of identity, he is also an old man with countless experience and wisdom. He naturally knows what is true, what is perfunctory, what is indifferent, what is... ignoring !

He turned his head and looked at the gloomy place, the nine gloomy altars, the flames of different colors...

There was a strong, hateful color in my eyes.

His gaze swept through those who did not respond to their arrival, only focused on the output of the essence to the altar, and the eyes showed a kind of extreme sadness.

His eyes stayed for a long time, but he was bleak but focused.

Many of them are elders who used to smile and hold their own play when they were young. In the process of growing up, many of them have spared no effort to protect themselves.

Take care of yourself in every possible way, even if they are desperately fighting; they will not allow anyone to hurt themselves even a hair!

You are the most treasured treasure in their hearts!

These people are all father's old brothers, their uncles, uncles, respecting them and loving them. If they are there, they will not fear anything in this world any hardships!

However, I don’t know when they started, they have changed, they become silent, they don’t like to move around, they become obedient, they are completely unrecognizable, they become... they can’t find their shadow anymore.

Once the intimate elders, no longer familiar, and then strange, completely strange, met and disappeared, then, they disappeared from the outside one by one, from the original strong man of the world, degenerate into a motionless sitting here statue.

Before everyone enters here, they will hold a grand funeral outside.

I know that they are not dead, but this funeral still has to be done. At the beginning, I still have a lot of conflicts. Why should a living person have a funeral?

But... I gradually became accustomed to it, or because I understood it, it was clear.

As long as you enter the place... as long as you enter this gloomy place, they are essentially equivalent to a dead person.

Stop talking.

No longer drink water.

No longer eating.

Even, even their eyes are no longer turning; every day, they just sit so arbitrarily, and use their life, soul, and power to support these gloomy altars!

God knows how in the end, Zong Xingyu hates these altars and hates this gloomy place.

It is this altar that has taken away all the warmth in this world!

Zong Xingyu is full of hope and warm eyes, looking at the zombies sitting on the 63 people; the voice is getting bigger and bigger, it seems to be quarreling, with his cultivation, deliberately speaking loudly, saying a sentence Just like the thunder and thunder, hundreds of miles can be heard.

Rather than quarreling, Moru said that he is holding on to the plan, I hope that these heartfelt words can awaken these elders who have set foot on the road of no return!

However, the 63 people have always turned a deaf ear, not only the body shape does not move, even the eyes have not turned.

The black magic deity looked so quietly at his son's madness. How could he not know his son's plan, and he had already resisted the impulse to kill him innumerable times, and he kept reminding himself that this is my son. This is my son, my son, my son...

Son, can't kill!

But the tyrannical sentiment from the soul is getting stronger and stronger, and it is more and more difficult to suppress.

Yes, it is a non-centered, from the soul's resentment, this kind of emotion makes him hate the eyes of this small human being, so loudly speaking in front of himself, unscrupulously provoke his authority's actions...

If it is not from the heart of the whisper, and repeatedly reminded the people in front of their own relationship, or the black magic demon has long killed the eyes of the personality, this is a tug of war between the magical soul and the heart of love!

"You don't have to shout anymore." The black magic demon finally opened his mouth coldly: "They can't hear anything, it's nothing to do, it's futile."

"But they are still alive, there is hope in life!" Zong Xing rushed out of his mouth and debuted.

"Alive... Hope..." The black magic demon shook his head and suddenly fell asleep: "Hehehehe..."

When I heard such laughter, Zong Xing Yudun felt a horrible feeling, and an unprecedented fear grew.

"Do you really know what is alive?" The black demon stunned in the eyes of the devil, watching his son: "A state like you is qualified to say alive."

Zong Xingyu took a deep breath and only felt that the heartbeat did not come from the faster and faster. The ghost asked the god: "That... Father, are you still alive?"

The black-faced demon respects the cold-eyed eyes, and instantly turns into a sharp sword like a scorpio, and Huoran turns his head and stares at his son’s nephew, a group of rich black air that pops out of his eyes. Every group of magical spirits emerged, and they automatically turned into a black lotus flower in front of him, rising.

That secluded, quiet, cold, indifferent... eyes.

Zong Xingyu didn't know why, under the gaze of this look, he panicked and took a step back, full of fear.

"Do you want me to die?" The black magic demon is still staring at Zong Xingyu.

Zong Xingyu shook his head again and again, and he lost his voice: "No, no... the baby doesn't have this meaning, how come..."

The eyes of the black magic deity, watching Zong Xingyu for a long time, is not instantaneous.

Zong Xingyu was completely in a state of panic and confusion, and it was difficult to extricate himself.

After a long, long time, the black magic demon closes his eyes, and the horrible gloom is also in his eyes closed for a moment, and there is no such thing.

Until now, Zong Xingyu gradually recovered his shock, and the shock was a little bit--

"Father, I know... I know that you are doing great things, and you are doing great things in the future." Zong Xingyu said with a painful face: "I have been trying my best to cooperate over the years... but not Knowing when I started, I will never see my father in memory again. Only the midnight dream, the father in memory will reappear. When I was young, I was naughty, you hit my ass..."

"I was hurt, you bandaged the wound for me... When I was in the rivers and lakes, I was bullied, your face was angry and angry, I am not arguing..."

"And, when I went out, you stood up at the top of the hill and watched me go..."

Zong Xingyu said that the more sad: "I still remember, the last time you called my name, called me Xingyu... It was 7273 years ago, that was the last time..."

"What is the reason, even let you become what it is now?" Zong Xingyu grievances, repressed questioning.

"I am your son! Pro son!"

Zong Xingyu’s tears dripped down.

The black magic demon still stands like a statue, his eyes flashing a little different color; immediately faintly said: "Now the enemy is currently, how to talk about the proper time of the children's sentiment, he is set to the overall situation, his own points ""

Still perfunctory, still pushing, always unclear, can't tell the truth!

The only trace of hope in Zong Xingyu's eyes was quickly extinguished and ceased to exist.

He took a deep breath and calmed his emotions. He whispered: "It is indeed the enemy, the situation is difficult to be optimistic. At this time, the laughing monarch and others, leading a large number of peak experts, are already on the way to the West Hall. It’s coming soon, and the final battle is at the touch. Father, we dare to ask how we should respond?”

Zong Xingyu said this sentence, at the beginning, there were some excitement, but later, it has returned to full calm, which is a kind of official, flat and straightforward tone.

The black magic demon faintly said: "This war is inevitable, let them in!"

"Let them come in?" Zong Xingyu looked up and stared at his father with incredulity. He couldn't help but repeat: "If you really don't do anything, let them drive straight in?"

"Not bad." The black magic demon leisurely stepped, faintly said: "In the Western Temple, the entire Qingyun Tianyu resistance forces have been flattened, and since then, the waves are not happy!"

This sentence is extremely powerful, and it seems to be full of enthusiasm.

However, Zong Xingyu is still somewhat unacceptable: "But on the way of the other side's attack, even if they let them drive straight in and do not resist, there are only tens of thousands of disciples who have lost their lives along the way!"

The black magic demon slightly sideways side of the face, whispered: "The survival of the fittest, the weak meat, this is the rivers and lakes iron, you on the first day of the rivers and lakes?!"

Zong Xingyu gritted his teeth and said with courage: "This... please forgive the baby!"

The body of the black demon statue floated out like a black cloud, and the voice came indifferently: "That is also yours."

As always, it is cold and as always, there is no feeling of affection.

The figure of the black demon statue disappeared and disappeared.