Attunement into fine rules

Hearing this, Zi Yuan took a deep breath.

He didn't know that at this point, Wei Lang had read his own reincarnation for thousands of years, and understood the origin of the past and present, so what should he continue to hold on to.

Could it be that he still has to wait for Xiaoxuan on the Naihe Bridge?

Zi Yuan licked his lips, thought about his words, and then said tactfully again: "Actually, I think that if a person is no longer alive, he is not really dead. For example, those wise monarchs in the world, those who can recruit and fight well, and those who co-lead The capable ministers of the world... Even though these people have died for thousands of years, their appearance and deeds are still alive in people's praises."

"If a relative dies in a mortal family, if the children and grandchildren still remember his voice and smile, this person is not really dead."

"Only when no one remembers everything about the person is he truly dead."

Wei Lang stared at Zi Yuan, and suddenly felt great uneasiness in his heart——

What did Zi Yuan tell him?

Seeing this, Ziyuan took a deep breath, and finally told the truth: "Xiaoxuan used the body of a mortal to shoot at the beast, and loosened the three souls and seven souls. Now that he has drawn out the immortal bone that fixed the soul, the soul of the Lingtai has been scattered, and you can't do it again. Wait for him."

"The body you are holding loses its soul, and it is impossible to survive for a long time. At most seven days, it will completely cut off its vitality."

"I don't believe it, you lied to me!" Wei Lang's first reaction after hearing Zi Yuan's words was that his eyes were red, and he resisted loudly, "You, you... must be lying to me!!!"

Zi Yuan shook his head, with a look of guilt on his face: "It's true. Before Tiancheng was tortured, he told me about this matter. You are the reincarnation of His Majesty, and he also told him."

"If you don't believe me, you will find out after another seven days."

"So, you clearly know that pulling out the fairy bones will lead to the loss of souls, but you just watched my son go to die?!!!" Wei Lang hugged Wei Yuan tightly, looking at Zi Yuan with fierce and gloomy eyes, just like looking at a person who has a deep hatred .

At this time, he had already understood that what Zi Yuan said was probably true.

Zi Yuan said dejectedly: "I have no choice in this matter. How do you want to deal with me after you return to the throne, even if you sentence me to beheaded to the Immortal Terrace, I am willing to be punished."

Wei Lang lowered his head, looked at Wei Yuan's sleeping face, and felt a sharp pain in his chest, followed by a mouthful of blood.

The stars sprinkled on the blooming Bianhua, and then gathered into bright red blood beads, sliding down the slender leaves of the Bianhua, drop by drop into the rotten soil of the underworld.

Even though he tried his best to avoid it, some blood spots splashed on Wei Yuan's cheek.

"Hahaha...hahahahaha!!!" The heartache was so extreme that Wei Lang couldn't cry, and he laughed wildly while reaching out to wipe the blood spots on Wei Yuan's face.

His snow-white teeth were stained red with blood, and his laughter was so crazy that it was miserable.

Zi Yuan thought that after telling the truth, Wei Lang would curse himself, and even beat him up, but he didn't expect Wei Lang to react like this, and he was at a loss for a while.

"It's a pity, I don't believe him... Not even half of it."

Until the laughter stopped and the blood spots on Wei Yuan's face were wiped off, Wei Lang lowered his head, his slightly long hair covered his expression, and said hoarsely, "I don't believe that after I return to the throne, The Heavenly Emperor will really sentence you to beheaded on the Immortal Terrace."

"I am the one who loves the young master. In the ten thousand years of reincarnation, I am the one who has been waiting hard for a lifetime. I don't believe him."

"Wei Lang, you are His Majesty, and Your Majesty is you." Zi Yuan said in a panic.

Wei Lang said sadly: "In order to maintain the orthodoxy of heaven and the responsibility on his shoulders, he can personally execute the execution of the young master, and he can behead my soul and enter reincarnation. I can't believe him."

"Besides, even if you are executed, will the young master come back? No...Young master, he will never come back."

"Do you think that your life is worthy to be compared with the son in my heart? You can't even compare with a strand of his hair."

Even if the Heavenly Emperor's Dao heart collapsed because of the Lord, and because of the Lord's pain, he would show the signs of the five declines of heaven and man, who knows what the Heavenly Emperor will be like after ten thousand years after losing his soul?

He doesn't believe in God.

He only believes in himself.

The Lord is everything to him, his heaven, his way, and the direction of his heart.

Now that the Lord's three souls and seven souls are gone, and he can't even look forward to a reunion in the next life, then what meaning does the universe have for him?

In this world, what is the value of existence?

It would be better to let the Heavenly Emperor who failed the Lord, let this world of mortals, let this splendid Heavenly Palace, let this group of decent gods... all be buried with the Lord.

"Wei Lang!!!" Zi Yuan opened his eyes wide in disbelief, and let out a terrified cry.

Wisps of black air rose from Wei Lang's limbs.

The bright red blood drops on the petals on the other side gradually turned into pure black.

It is difficult to become an immortal, but easy to fall into a devil.

I saw the hurricane rising around Wei Lang, and the blooming Bianhua flowers bent their stems and ruined their leaves in the fierce storm like a blade.

The rotten firefly in the storm uttered an inaudible whine, smashing its body and bits of light into pieces in the wind blade.

The ghosts in all directions began to weep and scream, and raindrops fell from the dark sky that had not changed for thousands of years.

Bloody raindrops.

Wei Lang was only half a step away from ascending to the sky, stepping into the ranks of immortals and gods, and he was the reincarnation of the heavenly emperor's awakened soul. Now he obsesses over burying all living beings and falls into a demon. He must be a demon god in troubled times.

Tiandao also mourned and wept blood for it, thus forming this blood rain.

The raindrops fell with a crackling sound, and even the ghosts of nothingness were not spared, but whoever touched the raindrops would have a scar of blood in their souls.

Wei Lang himself was also soaked by the blood rain. The blood-like rain ran across his slashed cheeks, and fell one by one along his drooping forehead hair and whitened finger joints.

Only Wei Yuan in his arms was covered by a layer of golden light from the beginning to the end, clean and tidy, not even a corner of his clothes was stained with blood or dust.

A single horn grew out from the top of Wei Lang's thick hair, and a pair of huge black wings spread out from behind.

Wei Lang walked towards Ziyuan step by step, and Ziyuan felt a strong demonic energy blowing towards his face, his limbs became stiff and he couldn't move.

He watched in horror, Wei Lang's body and wings formed a huge shadow, approaching step by step until it completely enveloped him.

He clearly knew at this moment that he was not Wei Lang's opponent.

He was like a lamb facing a wolf, soaked in cold blood rain, trying to make a final struggle: "Wei, Wei Lang, you can't go on like this, take advantage of turning around now, still, there is still time..."

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

The words of dissuasion stuck in his throat and turned into a scream.

A black awn went around Ziyuan's right shoulder, and the immortal's right arm fell into the mud with a large amount of green blood, and was quickly eroded by the devil's energy, turning into pure black, and rotted inch by inch from the fingertips.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you." Wei Lang drooped his long eyelashes, looked at Zi Yuan, who was clutching his right shoulder tightly and trembling from the severe pain, his dark eyes were filled with coldness and loneliness, "Aren't you Heavenly Emperor, for the sake of all beings in the world, will you send my young master to die?"

"Then you will live to the end and watch carefully. Watch how the world will perish in the future, how all living beings will be destroyed, and how the emperor of heaven will die under my sword!"

"Wei Lang, your majesty is you... As a soul, you coexist with your majesty. If you kill him, you will not be able to survive!!!" Zi Yuan raised his eyes and looked at the bright red rain. Xiang Weilang yelled in pain.

"So, I can't wish for it." Wei Lang withdrew his gaze from his face, and after saying four words in a deep voice, he spread his huge black wings, flapping against the blood rain, and flew towards the gray sky of the underworld.

After losing the Lord, there is no one in this world who he misses.

If the final outcome of this life can be as Zi Yuan said, he would wish for it.

……

Holding the glistening rib in Wu Qu's hands, he didn't dare to delay at all, and rode the wind and clouds to arrive at Luannian Ridge.

At this time, in front of Wonian Ridge, the golden sun incarnated by the Emperor of Heaven is still shining brightly, just like a sun on the ground, which makes people unable to look closely at it.

Wu Qu came to the top of this golden sun and threw down the fairy bone in his hand.

The immortal bone was originally a part of the Celestial Emperor's immortal body, but now it is separated from Wei Yuan, and it senses the breath of the main body, like a bird returning to its nest, it voluntarily leaps into the brilliant golden light, finds the left rib of the Celestial Emperor, and fills it up. up.

Jin Ri Nei, the yin-yang fish that swims with its tail in its tail, finally makes up for the missing fish tail.

The Emperor of Heaven watched the collapsed soft flesh on his left rib being repaired, and his pupils shrank suddenly in his deep pool-like eyes on his solemn and solemn face.

Because he couldn't be more clear about what it means for the fairy bone to return to its place at this time.

It means that Xiaoxuan's soul is gone.

From then on, there is no more Xiaoxuan in the sky and on the earth.

The Emperor of Heaven lowered his eyes slightly, and was a little dazed for a moment.

No, he's not upset.

Ten thousand years ago, he had already cut off his consciousness soul, and he would never collapse his heart because of anyone or anything again, and he was in agony.

He is not sad.

He just felt that there was a big hole in his heart, empty, deep and dark with no bottom to be seen.

Needs to be filled up.

"receive."

With the sound of this ethereal and lofty voice, tens of thousands of slender golden wire nets were bound into an array, twisting and gathering towards the center of the blood-red magic array.

The Demon Emperor sacrificed his own flesh and blood for many days. At this time, the flesh and flesh melted into a semi-fluid state, stretching and waving six arms in mid-air, like a humanoid monster.

The Heavenly Emperor held the jade sword tightly in his hand, and like a big golden bird, he rushed into the Mietianhuawu map in the form of a shining sun.

With a slash of the sword, the Demon Emperor let out a scream that didn't sound like a human voice, and a piece of flesh on his shoulder, mixed with black blood, fell into the formation.

The Heavenly Emperor stared at the Demon Emperor, his gaze was calm and his expression was calm, as usual.

However, what he did was crazy.

With one sword after another, he sliced ​​off the Demon Emperor's flesh finely, and black blood sprayed in front of his eyes like raindrops.

The Demon Emperor's tongue and throat were half-melted, and he was unable to speak, and could only let out a shriek that didn't sound like a human voice.

This is a one-sided massacre.

The Emperor of Heaven gouged out the Demon Emperor's eyes, sliced ​​off the Demon Emperor's nose, cut off six arms inch by inch, cut open his abdomen and dug out his heart.

Seeing the Wuqu standing in the clouds and the heavenly soldiers and generals surrounding it, one can't help but feel shuddering.

Such means... Who is the immortal?Who is the devil?

In the end, the Heavenly Emperor stood in the blood-red magic circle, looking calmly at the pile of bones and flesh under his feet.

The surrounding golden threads are still drawing inward, and soon they will be able to completely bind and destroy Mietianhuawutu.

And the big hole in his heart was still empty, with the cold wind shuttling back and forth in it.

There is nothing to fill.