Shinto Emperor

Chapter 1396 The pain of losing a child
"Your elder brother Zixuan, did your son Fenghua come with you?"

At this moment, Mrs. Xian Yin couldn't believe it, and asked again.

Yang Ziye nodded.

At this moment, Mrs. Xian Yin fell to the ground.

They are all in the realm of heaven and man. In this area, apart from feeling the breath of Yang Ziye, the others have not felt it at all...

"Master..."

At this moment, Shi Gandang also had a painful expression on his face. Not far away, he looked at Qin Chen and called out.

At this moment, Qin Chen stepped forward.

On the ground, a corpse tightly protected another corpse, holding it in its arms.

Shi Gandang stepped forward at this moment and separated the two corpses.

Look carefully.

If it wasn't Yang Zixuan and Yang Fenghua, who else would it be!

It's just the two of them, the breath in their bodies has completely collapsed, and there is no fluctuation in the whole body.

Yang Zixuan's junior was scorched black by the flames.

As for Yang Fenghua's whole body, his body was mutilated, and his blood had already dried up.

Seeing this scene, Shi Gandang couldn't help the tears rolling in his eyes.

Yang Zixuan is Yang Qingyun's eldest son, so he is only a few years older than Yang Zixuan.

When Qin Chen came down to the heart of the Jiuyou Continent, he and Gu Xinyue came to Canglan, entered Beichen Pavilion, and met Yang Zixuan.

At this moment, seeing Yang Zixuan again, he became a dead person...

Shi Gandang felt resentful in his heart, and felt it was difficult to breathe.

At this moment, Mrs. Xian Yin staggered and walked step by step.

The bodies of the eldest son and grandson were in front of him.

Mrs. Xian Yin was slightly stunned, and the next moment, she fell to the ground.

"Xuan'er... Zixuan... Yang Zixuan..."

Mrs. Xianyin held that face in her hands and roared hysterically.

"Fenghua... grandson... good grandson..."

At this moment, Mrs. Xian Yin, like a shrew who is playing around on the street, is completely insane.

"Qin Chen, Qin Chen!"

Mrs. Xianyin seemed to be thinking of something, she looked at Qin Chen, and grabbed Qin Chen's shirt with both hands.

"You...you are the Great Emperor Jiuyou, you can even be resurrected from the dead, you must have a way!"

Hearing this, Qin Chen's face showed a trace of unbearable.

The figure squatted down and put his hands on the foreheads of Yang Zixuan and Yang Fenghua.

"Great life-killing technique!"

"open!"

After drinking it in one word, Qin Chen's continuous life energy burned at this moment.

Between the heaven and the earth, one after another life force gathered at this moment.

Yang Zixuan and Yang Fenghua, with vague auras in their bodies, gathered at this moment, collapsed, gathered, collapsed again...

Shouyuan, 1000 years, 3000 years, 9000 years of burning.

A full 1 million years!

There was even a trace of gray on Qin Chen's temples.

At this moment, the black hair turned into white hair.

However, a corpse is still a corpse.

"Feel sorry!"

Qin Chen slowly let go of his hands.

Resurrected!
Maybe a saint can.

If the saint is dead, the holy soul and soul are still there, and the Great Killing Technique may be gathered to bring people back from the dead.

But heaven and man... only have spiritual consciousness, but no soul is born.

The dead cannot be brought back to life.

The current him is not the ruler of the world, life and death are the way of the world, even his father never wanted to change everything.

In the entire vast cloud realm, between heaven and earth, the only one who decides life and death is the Supreme God Emperor.

Even him at his peak, when he was the Yuan Emperor and God Emperor, he couldn't do it.

Qin Chen stood up, shaking slightly.

At this moment, Mrs. Xian Yin is just staying where she is.

Shi Gandang, Li Xianyu, Jiang Bai, Gu Xinyue and Ye Ziqing were also silent at the moment.

No one would have thought that such a thing would happen on the way back.

"Ziye, what happened?"

Slowly, Qin Chen tried his best to calm down and spoke.

"Qingchen Pavilion...is under siege!"

"Just like how we dealt with Uncle Li Yifeng back then, set up a king formation to cover Qingchen Pavilion for thousands of miles."

"Father noticed it, and deliberately attracted the attention of those people, and asked me and my eldest brother to go to the Heavenly Immortal for help!"

"I didn't expect... to meet people from the Heavenly Emperor Pavilion on the road."

"You guys from Qingyunwei were blocked, so let's go first, but I didn't expect that there are still a group of people waiting for us in the Tiandi Pavilion."

Yang Ziye spoke intermittently, with a sad look on his face, and wanted to stand up, but he couldn't.

Qin Chen's expression didn't change when he heard that.

It's the Heavenly Emperor Pavilion again!
It's another big formation to seal the sky, cover the sky and cover the earth, and encircle and kill...

Repeated tricks!

"Heavenly Emperor Pavilion..."

Qin Chen walked gently to Yang Ziye's side, hugged Yang Ziye, and said slowly: "Stone, Yue'er, look at Xianyin here, I'll go first!"

"No need!"

At this moment, Mrs. Xian Yin stood up.

"I am coming too!"

Glancing at Xian Yin, Qin Chen only felt a dull pain in his heart.

If Qingyun knew... how sad it would be...

Yang Zixuan is the eldest son of Qingyun!

At this moment, Qin Chen felt that the anger in his heart was already burning.

"Would you like to make trouble in Qingchen Pavilion while I'm not here..."

"Heavenly Emperor Pavilion..."

"They all have to die!

After saying a word, Qin Chen flew to the Yuan Palace.

At this moment, Shi Gandang and Li Xianyu also picked up the bodies of Yang Zixuan and Yang Fenghua one after another.

A group of people set foot on the Yuan Palace without saying a word.

The speed of the Yuan Palace was pushed to the extreme.

The surrounding scenery, at this moment, looks like a bleak scene, which makes Qin Chen feel depressed.

Gu Xinyue and Ye Ziqing stood on the steps in front of the palace gate, looking at Qin Chen.

The two didn't speak a word, and they didn't know what to say.

silence.

Until, ahead, suddenly, a ray of light flashed.

At this moment, the sky filled with fire shadows poured down, turning into a fire net, blocking the Yuan Palace.

The huge Yuan Palace stopped instantly at this moment.

"Haha... Cheng Chongshan, I told you, we stay here, we won't return empty-handed!"

A loud laugh sounded at this moment.

Above the sky, figures appeared in all directions.

There are hundreds of people, all in the realm of heaven and man.

Four directions, four figures.

One of them burst out laughing at this moment.

"Yun Qingquan, your Falling Sun Art has two brushes!"

The person called Cheng Chongshan said with a smile, "Let's see who is trapped!"

Four figures approached the fire net formed by the flames one after another.

At this moment, Qin Chen stood in front of the Yuan Palace with his hands behind his hands inside the fire net like a fireball.

"Qin Chen!"

"Qin Chen!"

Shouts of exclamation sounded at this moment.

"Have you met an old acquaintance?"

Qin Chen murmured, looking around, there were four figures.

"Is it from the Heavenly Emperor Pavilion?"

After saying a word, a figure walked out and looked at Qin Chen.

"The old man is not from the Heavenly Emperor Pavilion."

The octogenarian, with his hair volatile and high-spirited, has a faintly tyrannical aura in his body, which is obviously close to the strength of a king.

"This old man is the ancestor Xuanhun of Xuanwu Castle!"

After the old man said a word, Qin Chen frowned.

"Xuanwu Fort? That guy Xuanyan was killed by me. Is this revenge?"

Qin Chen glanced at the ancestor Xuanhun.

(End of this chapter)