War Songs of Boundless World

"It's Yang Lin! It's zier and Yanglin

Mengdie looks excited and overjoyed. The whole world seems to have disappeared. In her eyes, there is only yuyanglin who is swept by zier's strength and looks smiling.

The vigorous air hood outside the butterfly tree suddenly opened a hole.

Zier shot in an instant.

"Sister, yuyanglin is dying!"

Zier's body fell to the bottom of the towering ancient butterfly tree and came to Mengdie's side.

The dream butterfly is the vision startles, hears the speech as if must be heartbroken, the beautiful eye is trembling.

"Butterfly, I've come to see you!"

Yu Yanglin smiles and wants to embrace Mengdie, but her body is soft. She sits on the ground and crosses her knees. She tries to support her body, but her eyes are loose and sleepy.

"Yang Lin! Are you okay? You, you are passing life

Mengdie looks panic, pale, yuyanglin a fall down, Mengdie as if distressed are broken in general, people see still pity.

"Elder sister, yuyanglin was shocked by poverty, and Yuanshen had already been severely damaged. The Dragon turtle demon emperor said that yuyanglin would soon die, and there was no way. Wuwuwuwu..."

Zi'er's face was full of tears and her voice choked: "so zi'er took yuyanglin directly into the Ming and secluded world and asked the old master to help yuyanglin."

"Yanglin, it's OK. It's OK. There must be a way to save you."

Mengdie's eyes fall, and she hugs yuyanglin tightly. Wuyang, who is incarnated in a long gun, is very clever and stands quietly.

"Butterfly, I..."

Yu Yanglin tried to raise his eyes and looked at the heartbroken dream butterfly. His eyes were just like a thousand pounds, but they were slowly closed. The ferocious spirit in his body was also suddenly in a meal, quietly kneeling in the elixir field. His treasure was solemn, and let the vitality pass from his eyebrows.

Only in the center of my brow, there is a mysterious rune that flashes away.

"Yang Lin! Yang Lin! Don't sleep, don't sleep

The whimpering voice of Mengdie is shouting, but it's whispering. In yuyanglin's ear, yuyanglin is constantly losing its vitality, and the particles in the condensed Dharma body are slowly crumbling.

"Sister Fangshang, please help Yanglin. Please help Yanglin."

Mengdie, kneeling beside yuyanglin, suddenly turns around and looks at the elegant woman behind him. Her voice sobs bitterly: "you are the most intelligent of the ten demon emperors, and you are also the strong one who understands the way of life. You can certainly save Yanglin, right? Dier, please."

Dream butterfly's heartbreak, so that all around the flying butterflies are stopped, countless flowers in full bloom, are slowly closed, the air is filled with a ray of sadness, so that the light and quiet breath, become more deep and quiet.

"Princess, he fell into a deep sleep when his spirit was dry and his consciousness was shattered. The real injury was that Yuanshen Shenfu was destroyed by a terrible killing move. The way of life I understood was very simple. Let alone saving him, I couldn't maintain his life!"

The elegant woman's butterfly dress is full of wisdom in her eyes. Looking at yuyanglin, she is already amazed. At a glance, she can see the terrible wound in the brow of the Yuanshen of yuyanglin. She can only shake her head.

"His vitality is constantly passing away, and what is passing away is Shou yuan. Any means of imprisonment and blockade are useless. It won't be long before it will disappear and die." Butterfly clothes look exclamation, seems to a life's passing, is very sad.

Life is precious because it is unique. Life is wonderful because it is tenacious. But life is like an illusion. Parting or death is the only end of life.

"No, it won't be. Yanglin is an eternal genius. He is so lucky that he is destined to be an indomitable man. He won't fall down."

Mengdie shakes her head, but suddenly looks up to the distant sky.

"Father, I know you can hear me. Dier, please save Yanglin. He is Dier's love in this life. He died and I died, and he gave birth to me!" Mengdie's eyes are firm and resolute.

The butterfly people are loyal to love until they die, and they will not be easily moved. However, once they fall in love with a person, they will never die. Even if they die, there are endless entanglements of fate.

Butterfly is a symbol of perfect love, because even if love dies, butterfly heart will not die, it is said that three lives and three lives will exist.

"Idiot!"

A dignified but ethereal voice reverberates in the light but endless sad sky, and it seems that it comes from the netherworld. It has no track, but it makes the whole world of the butterfly garden change.

A middle-aged man with hands on his back, awe inspiring body, eyes like a black hole in the starry sky, and wearing a black and white Taoist robe, appeared quietly, like a blink.

Half black and half white long hair on the back, dancing with the wind, but there is an elegant smell of dust.

"Father

"Yes, my Lord."

"See you old master."

Mengdie looks at the middle-aged man with tears. She looks graceful and graceful, but bows respectfully. Zier kneels down directly.

"Father, please help Yanglin." Mengdie prayed: "Dieer will never leave Mingyou world without permission any more. I will practice hard and gather the spirit before the age of a thousand."

"Get up."

The middle-aged man shook his head and sighed: "your brother and sister are doomed to have this disaster, but father and Emperor will not easily interfere with the tide of the times. It depends on your own fortune whether it is a blessing or a disaster. If father and Emperor deliberately protect you, they will only bring you more disasters."

The middle-aged man's momentum is quiet, but his voice is moistening people's heart, which makes the heart marks caused by Mengdie's extreme heartbreak erased.

"When you go up and sneak away from Mingyou, your father will know, but he didn't stop you. It's because you have your own fate, just like your brother impermanence."

The middle-aged man wiped away the tears from Mengdie's eyes: "the butterfly family needs constant transformation to grow up, but the fate of your brother and sister, the people you meet, seems to be the same kind of people."

"It's hard for the father and the emperor to wait for the person who has a chance!"

As he spoke, the middle-aged man looked at Yu Yanglin, who was in deep meditation: "they are all super geniuses of the human race, and their hearts have already reached a state of unprecedented insight, and they have touched a trace of the mystery of the beginning of heaven!"

"No! Father Huang, I'm different from my brother. The person I met with my brother has no emotion with him. He's not his brother's Taoist partner. He's completely his brother's Taoist obstacle. Yanglin is different from him. He loves me, his butterfly's Taoist partner! "

"Please help Yanglin." When Mengdie talks, she has to kneel down.

"I can't save him either. If the spirit is destroyed, he will surely die. Even if he is rescued, he can only live another hundred years."

The middle-aged man shook his head, but when he looked at yuyanglin, he saw a strange light in his eyes: "however, the moment he entered the world of Ming and you, it made me feel a familiar breath."

The middle-aged man suddenly pointed to Yu Yanglin: "although it can't save you, you can still recover your mental strength and repair your chaotic sea of knowledge. Whether you live or die depends on your own nature."