The Great Talisman

　　 Tai Chi diagram revolves slowly, and Yang Sanyang frowns slightly, but he is silent.

　　 Sometimes, the pain of the soul can indeed overcome the pain of the body.

　　 The treasure that locked the pipa bone was pulled out. It was a chain with gleaming silver luster and flowing fine runes.

　　 The chain is only the thickness of the little finger, shining with shining light, and it is stained with blood.

　　 "You seem to know this strange treasure?" Yang Sanyang raised his head and looked at the Moon God.

"Shulongsuo" Moon God said with emotion: "The Devil Ancestor surrendered Ancestral Dragon with this treasure! Then this treasure fell to the Bailing Clan for some reason, and Daoyuan's parents also died because of this. King Qilin made a plot. Dao Yuan’s parents are due to seizing the opportunity to win luck on the one hand, and on the other hand because of the dragon cable. This is an innate spiritual treasure... and I don’t know why, Dao Yuan does not use this treasure to entrust the image.

"I'm going to continue cultivating, and I don't know when I will leave the customs!" Moon God's figure gradually disappeared into the void, and has returned to the menstrual wheel, leaving Yang Sanyang standing alone under the sycamore tree, facing the sunset on the horizon daze.

　　 Looking at the blood-red sunset on the horizon, Yang Sanyang turned to look at the sycamore tree behind him, and he was shocked.

　　The withered phoenix tree leaves do not know when it will fall. The fiery red phoenix tree, at this time, for some reason, is actually full of withered leaves.

died!

　　 The congenital spiritual root sycamore tree is gradually dying!

"It's because the Qilin clan cut the ground veins, so the sycamore tree can't be supported, and is it gradually withering?" Yang Sanyang's eyes showed a dignified light. For some reason, the overwhelming haze rolled up in his heart, as if an ominous premonition It is like a haze, covering his heart.

　　 Yang Sanyang showed solemnity in his eyes, and touched the sycamore tree with his fingers: "Three thousand years! Where have you been? No matter where you go, I will find you back."

　　 "Dead? Really dead!" Yang Sanyang touched the sycamore tree, and the next moment he drove the streamer, dissipating between the heaven and the earth.

　　 Out of the gossip array, Yang Sanyang suddenly raised his head and saw the tribulations gradually dissipating in the sky. His heart was throbbing, and a bad premonition rose from his heart.

　　 Innate gossip deduction, but the secret of heaven is inverted and hazy,

　　天南

　　Phoenix

　　 Yang Sanyang drove the golden crow to transform the rainbow to escape the light. He looked shocking all the way, and the more he watched, the more difficult he became.

　　 There are traces of great wars everywhere, and it is clear that in these three thousand years, earth-shattering events that I did not know have happened.

　　 Bailings

　　 Although he has never been here before, he still knows the way he is. Innate gossip is not vegetarian.

　　 Yang Sanyang's escape was very fast, but within three months, he had crossed hundreds of millions of miles and landed on the Phoenix Clan in the southern sky, and then found the territory of the Bailing Clan.

　　In ruins!

　　Desolate desolation!

　　 Looking around, millions of miles of land was pushed into a plain, and there was a strange gully branded in the center of the land.

　　 That is a strangely shaped claw!

　　 The trail of that paw is imprinted deep in the earth, forming hills and ravines.

　　 Looking at the gully, Yang Sanyang's anxiety became more dignified, and a dignified smell of blood rose into the sky. In the gully, the corpses and blood stains were not human.

　　 A figure stood on the gully at this time, silent.

　　 "Big brother, why are you here?" Looking at the figure, Yang Sanyang looked stunned and quickly flew over.

　　 Dao Chuan looked down at the corpse of the Bailing clan at the foot of the hill, and then looked at Yang Sanyang: "Are you here? I have been waiting for you for five hundred years."

　　 "Is this the Bailing tribe?" Yang Sanyang couldn't believe it.

　　 What happened in these three thousand years?

　　 "The Bailing clan has been annihilated! It is a true **** of supreme great Luo, and I can't fight it!" The fourth senior brother lowered his head.

　　 "I knew you would come. I have been waiting for you for a long time. Where have you been these three thousand years?" Dao Chuan looked at him puzzled.

　　 Yang Sanyang smiled bitterly, and sighed helplessly after a long time:

　　 "What happened in these three thousand years?"

　　 Dao Chuan smiled bitterly: "King Qilin and Feng Zu joined forces to have a fight with the Sihailong Clan."

"I know that King Kylin is just to gather people's hearts. He is not a fool, and he won't roll up a real battle at this time and be picked up by the gods! He just wants to ask for benefits!" Yang Sanyang whispered: " Why is this place like this? I feel resentment here, and countless souls, men, women, old and young, are constantly wailing in the wind."

　　 "The Bailing tribe has been annihilated by others, and by the dragon master!" Tao Chuan said with a wry smile: "The unwilling resentment in the air is the unwilling cry of the Bailing tribe."

　　 "This place has turned into a dead place under grievances, and it is no longer suitable for living beings!" Tao Chuan smiled bitterly.

　　 Yang Sanyang heard the words silently, was silent for a long time, and after a long time, he said, "Where is Dao Yuan?"

"Thousands of years ago, after I went to the battlefield, I never came back!" Dao Chuan smiled bitterly, and took out a jade medal from his sleeve: "The patriarch said, asked me to come here for a memorial ceremony, and the destiny has fallen. Yours Nie Yuan ends here."

　　 "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Brother, you don't want to blame me!" Yang Sanyang stared at the jade piece with a pair of eyes, and the cracks on it had dimly lost its luster. The jade plate representing the fate of Dao Fate is broken! It's broken thoroughly!

died!

　　 There is no burial place for death!

　　Daluo True God wants her to die, how dare she survive? What is the ability to survive?

Yang Sanyang carried his hands on his back, with a touch of grief in his eyes, shaking his palms and picked up the jade medal: "How can this be? How can this be? I have great merit in the way of heaven, I have boundless luck and immeasurable destiny. The grace of entering the Tao should not end in this way! Shouldn't! Shouldn't!"

　　 Dao Chuan patted Yang Sanyang on the shoulder, and then sighed: "Sorrow, brother!"

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it! I have such a good fortune. Dao's fate crosses me into the Dao. It is a great good fortune. How can I die? How can I die? It shouldn't be! Her fate shouldn't be like this!" The body was trembling constantly after lightning strikes.

　　 "The ancestor said, if you have nothing to do, you can find a place to cultivate! It won't be long before the turning point of the gods is coming!" Dao Chuan sighed.

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it! I want to see Patriarch! I want to see Patriarch! It shouldn't be like this! It shouldn't be like this! What happened three thousand years ago? What happened?" His eyes were full of fear Believing, his body trembled and slowly fell to his knees.

　　 Everything is moving in a good direction, but everything comes to an abrupt halt because of this, and everything is destroyed.

　　 "Give me hope, but why does it make me despair!" Yang Sanyang trembled his palms, eyes full of tears.

　　 Dao Chuan turned around and looked at the blood stains in the distant gully, revealing a touch of unbearableness.

　　 "Why? Why did they refuse to let her go? She is just a poor person who has never even proved a god. Why are they so cruel? Why?" Yang Sanyang closed his eyes, and there was a look of pain in his eyes.

　　 The words fell, Yang Sanyang turned into a streamer and walked away, shocked Dao Chuan hurriedly shouted: "Where are you going?"

　　 His escape is so fast that Dao Chuan can't catch up.

　　 "I'm going to the battlefield of the three races, I want to see people and corpses alive!" Yang Sanyang's murderous words came from the horizon.

　　 did not see the corpse, no matter what, he was not reconciled!

　　 Dao Chuan stood there, looking at Yang Sanyang's back, and shook his head: "It's too late! Those corpses in the battlefield have been refined long ago, and they have perfected others, but they are all the essence. You are too late!"

　　 tribal battlefield

　　 Yang Sanyang followed the gossip diagram and fell straight down to escape the light, filling the battlefield with a radius of 100,000 miles. At this time, except for the blood stains and devastation on the ground, there was no trace left.

　　 Corpse?

　　 can't see any of them!

　　 was taken back by monks of all races long ago!

"This is a conspiracy! A conspiracy against Dao Yuan! Why can't you let her go? Why can't you let off the men, women, and children of the Bailing tribe? Why? Why? To you, the Bailing tribe is just an ant that can be crushed to death at will. Nothing, what's the crime?" Yang Sanyang looked blankly at the battlefield, his whole body was murderous, and the sword fetus of Zhu Xian in the upper Qing law was continuously condensing at a speed of thousands of times at this time, and the innate immortality within it was also constantly forming .

　　 Why?

　　 Why?

　　 The soles of the feet stepped out and stepped on the **** muddy ground. Even after a hundred years, the mud still never dried up.

　　 "Why!" There was a touch of pain in Yang Sanyang's eyes, and he walked on the battlefield unconsciously.

　　 Then,

　　 A familiar aura came, and he was shocked to look around suddenly, in the **** mud, a familiar aura came from the sycamore leaves that had been trampled in a way.

　　 That is the Qi of Dao Yuan!

　　 That is a sycamore leaf that Daoyuan took away before he left!

　　 Yang Sanyang went crazy, ignoring the **** mud, and directly rushed forward, as if he had encountered treasures, holding the two crumpled leaves in his hands.

　　 Next moment~www.readwn.com~ Yang Sanyang was struck by lightning, and a touch of despair appeared in his eyes.

　　 Death!

　　He felt a strong lifelessness on the two leaves!

　　 The leaves are as red as blood, and I don't know if it is their own color, or it is contaminated with blood in the battlefield, making the color so strange that people cannot look directly at it.

　　 The monster is like a blood red gem!

　　 On the two leaves, although the lifelessness has gradually faded, it cannot hide from his eyes and ears. Through the death breath, he seemed to see the smile of relief before he died.

　　 There is no pain, some are just deeply concerned! A touch of reluctance is revealed in the relief!

　　 "Why? Why! Why do you, the ancestors who are above all, refuse to give her a chance! Why! You will not let go of her body! Why do you want to destroy my last hope! Why!!!"

　　 Yang Sanyang knelt in the mud in pain, and blood spurted out from his mouth, revealing a strong resentment.

　　 unwilling!

　　He is not willing!

　　 has done so much, tens of thousands of years of hard work, and that is the result, how can you tell him to be willing!

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