Chapter 891

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There is no need to repeat the matter of escaping, but this time, most of the people, even some people who used to be greedy for life and fear of death, did not rush to each other. Some people helped their seriously injured companions, some people carried some wounded people who had probably never even seen them, and walked slowly back.

The edge of the crack at the gate of life and death in time and space is near the Kunlun Mountain. When they walked to the Kunlun Mountain Road, many people stopped retreating.

They stood there, watching the figure of Chu nightning standing in front of the snowy field, with wide sleeves flying, and the sound of the piano continued...

Who said that cultivating immortals is to gain immortality for ten thousand years and possess the power to destroy heaven and earth?

Even if some people live for 10,000 years, they are but a stubborn rock. Even if some people only hurriedly walk through the world, they leave behind a bright flower all the way.

For example, at this moment, in front of the gate of life and death in that time and space, isn't there an immortal who, with his flesh and blood and ten fingers of Sanskrit, crosses this red dust and proves his own immortal way?

Snow gradually fell from the sky and fell on his shoulders.

Someone noticed something and was taken aback: "Huh? This is not snow..."

It was the Yan Emperor Shenmu of the East Pole Sea who was perceived. The ancient Begonia at the beginning of Hongmeng bloomed. It was different from other flower species and exuded an extremely fragrant fragrance. Those chuī snow-like crystal petals fluttered from the end of the world all over the world.

The petals rose, the clouds were swept away, and those pale and fragrant colors were like a stream of stars, flocking to the edge of the door of life and death in time and space, helping the healing of the world...

Among the flying petals, many monks remembered a legend: the last time the heavens and the earth fell, it was Shennong who planted the Yandi Shenmu and rescued the scattered world. Time turns, until now, Fuxi has passed away, Nuwa has fallen asleep, and Emperor Yan has disappeared, but the sacred tree is always there.

The body is a dying tree, and it is still in the blue sky of Kyushu.

Seeing that the cracks in time and space are getting smaller and smaller, Ta Xianjun looked back and said to the people around him: "Retract. Before the door of life and death is closed, be quick and go back."

Not everyone evacuated immediately, but some people expressed their support, and some said they wanted to fight until the last moment.

Who doesn't have the blood of heroes in their bones?

Even if it is buried in the depths of my heart by time and life, there will always be a day of boiling and splashing.

Ta Xianjun laughed angrily: "I told you not to come, and let you not leave, so I'm trying to find anger for this seat, right? Get out of here!"

Those talents began to withdraw one after another.

Suddenly a trembling voice was heard: "Emperor... how about you..."

Ta Xianjun was stunned for a moment, then turned his head slowly. Seeing the world-destroying rain, an old man hunched over in the distance, looking at himself.

"... Duke Liu?"

Perhaps it was dazzling, but he actually felt that the old man's eyes looking at him were wrapped in inexplicable compassion and pity. Like a father watching his child.

It's ridiculous.

With the ten thousand courage of that old slave, this old fellow should not dare to treat the ruthless and vicious Stepping Immortal Emperor as his own child. However, at this time, Ta Xianjun suddenly remembered vaguely that the old guy had just lost his son in the war during the year he entered his imperial palace to serve.

If that kid was still alive, he should be about his age.

Step Xianjun closed his eyes and said: "This seat is so capable, so naturally the last one to leave. You don't have to worry about it."

"Emperor..."

"Let's go." Step Xianjun turned his eyes away from the old man, "Go to another world."

"..."

"Maybe in that world, your son isn't dead yet." He grinned suddenly, revealing sharp canine teeth and deep dimples, "Get out of here, Lao Liu. Stay with him."

The gate of life and death in time and space is constantly shrinking, and the people in front of the Xuanwu Barrier are also retreating in turn. Each time a guard is removed, the greater the force that Step Immortal Monarch will exert on the Xuanwu Barrier, until there are only a hundred people left. , the vast sea in front of you has another wave of shocking waves, rolling close to the horizon from the distance.

Stepping Xianjun narrowed his eyes, and after estimating, he said sharply: "Everyone will stop and pass the gate of life and death."

At this time, the space-time crack has shrunk to the height and width of an ordinary gate. Seeing that a new round of giant làng is approaching, the remaining monks finally withdrew their hands, passed through the cracks one by one, returned to another world, and returned to the Kunlun Snowfield. .

But the speed of the giant làng's call was too fast, and before most people had time to cross the boundary, làngcháo had already slapped on the Xuanwu barrier.

At this time, the enchantment only relied on the support of Teng Xianjun. Rao is his outstanding talent. At this time, the force is overwhelming, and he can't help but snort, and his face shows a color of pain.

The big làng is like the wind in Yuzhang, the whales break the làng, and it seems that there is a dragon girl dancing in the depths of the ocean, and the ground is shaking.

Someone hesitated to turn around at the gate of life and death: "Master Mo..."

When Ta Xianjun heard this title, he suddenly became angry, and he yelled: "Mo, how big! Go away? Go go!"

The other party didn't know where he touched his sore spot, so he didn't dare to say a word, and lowered his head to cross the threshold of life and death. The remaining monks also followed one by one, and the gate of life and death also shrunk. However, the Xuanwu enchantment was on the verge of being broken by this time, and stepping back from Xianjun, saw that there were still more than ten monks who had not had time to enter. He couldn't help scolding, the scarred hands continued to cover the enchantment membrane, and the muscles and veins appeared on the back of the hands.

But he still couldn't hold on.

Although he is the number one fighting force in the human world, in the final analysis, he is nothing but Miao Miao, how can he fight against Hongmeng Heaven and Earth.

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