Villains: The beginning rewrites fate, and the heroines burst into tears

Among the artifacts of ancient paintings.

"Brother, little brother go first."
"Brother, I'm going first."
"Hahaha….."
Amidst the mournful sounds from all directions, the peerless powerhouses of the Rong family flew directly onto the altar.

Just like the first Qinghua Emperor, there was an obscure chant from their mouths.

A fierce source of fire ignited on each of the peerless powerhouses, rushing out unstoppably like a volcanic eruption, half entering the Eight Trigrams Formation, and half entering the Kunwu Sword.

The divine light of the Kunwu sword became stronger and stronger, and the divine power of the heaven and earth gossip formation also became more majestic.

Following one after another, the peerless powerhouses died generously.

After a while, there were only three people left on the field.

Liang Lin, the old emperor, Rong Ling.

"Brother, I have felt too much guilt towards you in my life. Today, my little brother has to take a step forward."
Rong Ling arched his hands and bowed deeply to the old emperor.

The old emperor squeezed out a smile, but the tears in his eyes couldn't stop no matter what.

He no longer has the appearance of a high-ranking and powerful emperor who suppressed the Three Realms, but an ordinary old man who watched many old friends die and his clan members died, and his heart was filled with endless sorrow.

"In the next life, remember, you will still be my brother."
The old emperor smiled and said softly, tears slowly rolling down his face.

Rong Ling nodded solemnly.

He is about to die generously, but there is no reluctance in his eyes, some are heroic, some are fearless.

Immediately afterwards, he looked at Liang Lin, with unpredictable emotions in his eyes.

"Actually, I have paid attention to you a long time ago. When you were in the world, you once left a great wish, which moved me deeply.

"Today, I will shamelessly borrow it, and give this to you, to me, to all living things in the Xuanyan Continent."
He said softly, and then, taking a meaningful look at the mountains and rivers for the last time, he said loudly: "May everyone in my Xuanyan Continent be like a dragon!"
After Rong Ling said these words, without any hesitation, with a smile on his face, he flew directly to the altar.

over nine days.

The range of blood rain is wider and more majestic.

The underworld flowers fell profusely, as if they were about to flood the entire Xuanyan Continent.

In the sacred place of Jiuchongtian Palace, thunder bursts, as if the sky is crying, and the way of heaven is roaring in sorrow.

The boundless sense of sadness and heroism covered everyone in Xuanyan Continent.

Through the treasure of the ancient painting artifact, it covered the hearts of every living being in the Xuanyan Continent.

"May everyone in my Xuanyan Continent be like a dragon!"

Apart from the artifacts of ancient paintings, many monks couldn't help but burst into tears.

"As the younger generation, we must remember the kindness of our ancestors, and we will live forever and never dare to forget each other!"
Most of the monks present looked up to the sky and screamed.

At that moment, many monks other than the artifact of the ancient painting directly knelt down and offered the most solemn gift to the Rong family who died generously in the artifact of the ancient painting!
……

Among the artifacts of ancient paintings.

This mass death of generosity is not over yet, on the contrary, it is only the beginning.

Above the nine heavens, the stars are shining brightly.

A series of divine rainbows came through the void.

Those are the priests and military generals of Jiuchongtian Palace. Normally, they can't leave their posts, but now, they arrive here like catkins fluttering.

Four heavenly masters, four heavenly kings, four marshals...

The Six Star Army of the South Dipper, the King of the Seven Stars of the Big Dipper, the 28 Constellations of the Four Spirits, and the 36 Heavenly Generals
A number of priests and generals arrived here at the same time.

He bowed solemnly to the old emperor.

He bowed solemnly to Liang Lin.

"Minister, please bid farewell to the emperor."

The old emperor didn't speak, he just waved his hands lightly a few times.

Liang Lin knew that this old man was so heartbroken that he couldn't speak.

He still has a certain understanding of the history of Jiuchongtian Palace.

These people are all old subordinates of the emperor, soldiers who swore to follow him to the death.

……

Beyond the artifacts of ancient paintings.

The sadness in the eyes of all the monks became more serious.

"These priests and military generals once appeared when the old emperor appointed Liang Lindijun as Emperor Qinghua."

"But since then, for so many years, there has been no news."

"There were rumors in the Xuanyan Continent that the emperor was tyrannical and murdered the old emperor and his subordinates in order to stabilize his position."
"But I didn't know until now that it turned out that they fell like this..."

There was endless sorrow in the hearts of the monks present.

Looking at the generosity of the priests and generals in the Jiuchongtian Palace, looking at the old man standing there with a decadent face and a slightly trembling body.

The sadness in my heart is uncontrollable.

"My juniors, we owe the Nine Heavens Palace, and every one of the Nine Heavens Palace's emperors, there are too many to count!"
A deep sigh spread throughout the entire Nine Heavens Palace.

The monks present couldn't bear to look at the scene in the ancient painting artifact.

They have never understood the dedication of these people and the secret protection of these people.

These people deserve the reverence of all creatures in Xuanyan Continent, but they have passed away for tens of thousands of years, their deeds have never been known to the world, and their heroes have never been remembered by all living beings.

Now a group of monks have understood everything, but it is too late.

And the man who paid a lot for the Xuanyan Continent is now suppressed under the ancient painting artifact by the monks present.

He will never come back.

There was endless pain in the hearts of the monks present, and they were full of apologies.

……

Among the artifacts of ancient paintings.

The generous death of the priests and generals of the Jiuchongtian Palace is still going on.

In the past, such a scene could only be seen when some attractive treasure was born in Xuanyan Continent.

But now, a group of monks from Jiuchongtian Palace travel across time and space, only to die bravely!
"Emperor Gouchen of the West Pole, pay homage to the emperor."
"I have seen Emperor Qinghua!"
Suddenly, a voice came, and in the depths of the ancient Jiuchongtian Palace, a terrifying aura emerged.

Above the nine heavens, there are waves blooming.

The old man with white beard walked out with a smile on his face.

this moment.

Liang Lin among the artifacts of ancient paintings.

A group of monks other than ancient paintings and artifacts.

Without a doubt, they all froze in place.

They all looked at the old man who walked out of the nine heavens, their eyes filled with shock.

"What's going on, isn't Emperor Gochen of the West Pole already dead?"
"That's right, wasn't even the corpse refined into a marionette by Li Zhaoyue Yaohuang's mother that day?"
The monks couldn't figure it out and couldn't believe it.

After all, they witnessed the death of Emperor Gochen of the West Pole back then.

It is even more so when it is refined into a marionette.

The dead bones that were supposed to be sleeping underground now reappeared in the world, and the impact on the monks present was undoubtedly extremely huge.

This generous death has far exceeded the inherent cognition of the monks present.