Zhaoming knew that he was not Pangu, and Xue Yuhua also knew that he was not her young master.

But the two looked exactly the same. During these days, Xue Yuhua always regarded him as her young master without realizing it.

We travel together, rest together, drink tea together, chat about certain things together, little by little, every bit, it is ordinary and simple, but it happens to be doing what Xue Yuhua and his young master have done.

It is clear that this is Zhaoming, not the young master, but Xue Yuhua always treats him as her young master inadvertently, doing anything for him without regrets.

She could not accept the young master dying in front of her, nor could she accept the death of Zhaoming in front of her. She did not have any fighting ability, and the only thing she could do was to give everything.

She didn't know whether she could save Zhaoming, but what she could do was... let herself die in front of Zhaoming.

After that sad smile, Xue Yuhua's body became weak and she fell down with no power. Zhaoming didn't know where the strength came from, so he stepped forward and hugged Xue Yuhua in his arms.

"Miss Axue, Miss Axue!"

With tears flowing down his face and silently, Zhaoming once again realized what regret is. If possible, he hoped to go back decades ago, return to Taishan, and firmly reject the decision that Xue Yuhua would come out together.

The mysterious light on Xue Yuhua's body began to slowly dissipate, just like the melting of ice and snow, turning into dust like smoke and fog, which was heartbreaking.

He stretched out his hand, white, almost transparent, and gently pressed it on Zhaoming's face.

"I know you are not my young master, but I also like the feeling of being by your side, especially the feeling when you need me."

"I have been waiting for my young master in Taishan for too many years, lonely, lonely, and that kind of intimidating cold. I'm very happy to meet you, which makes me happy all these years."

"I'm very sorry for something. Actually, my name is Xue Yuhua, my name is Acao!"

"Since it grows like grass, then it's called Acao. That's how the young master gave me that year."

While speaking, Xue Yuhua's eyes were filled with a divine light. It seemed as if it had penetrated time and returned to the era that she missed. Following her young master, the whole world was the one.

"I think... I need a rest, Zhaoming, if you meet someone named Chen Pan, please tell him: Acao has been waiting for him for a long time, and when he is tired of waiting, he will find a place to rest first."

"I think he will definitely find me..."

His face was white, and he emitted a wave of empty light, fading little by little, and a smile appeared on Xue Yuhua's face.

Even if your life is hard, there are always times when you think of some people and things, you will involuntarily smile, and it makes people feel distressed when you miss it.

"Acao.Acao!"

Zhaoming just hugged Xue Yuhua, and the woman in her eyes seemed to merge into the same person as the woman who turned into flames in the demon garden.

At this moment, he was afraid, afraid, fearing the so-called irresistible powers in his destiny.

The pain in the world is that when you lose it, you will know how to cherish and miss possess it. What is even more painful is the gain and loss after losing it again.

It turns out that Acao has been back!

A little bit of clear light flew up from Xueyuhua, flew into the sky, flew into the sky, and flew into the boundless starry sky of the universe. The already delicate figure became thinner and fainter, appearing and looming.

The divine light in his eyes also quickly dissipated and gradually became blank.

"The snow-blooded flowers in Taishan... should be in bloom!"

The voice was soft, like muttering to himself. The moment it slipped, the hand that was stroking Zhaoming's face slipped weakly. The whole body was like frost dissipating, turning into morning mist and flying rapidly.

"Acao, Acao! Ah!"

Zhaoming screamed in pain, and turned to the pain. He was powerless to turn the world back, and he could not even treat himself. He could only watch the pretty figure dissipate.

The world is sad, the wind is howling, and infinite thunder and lightning are like pouring rain, rushing down at the ruins of the Eastern Palace, flooding everything.

"ah!"

That whistle disappeared into the lightning, but the news here spread throughout the world like a strong wind, thunder and lightning.

Donghuang Taiyi died, and died in the Donghuang Palace in the Bath Heaven Buzhou Mountain.

No one knew who spread the news at the first time, no one knew what happened in the Donghuang Palace in the Buzhou Mountain, Bachin Tian, ​​and no one knew what the near-invincible Donghuang Taiyi died.

The only thing I know is that there was a constant stream of thunder in the East Palace, so that some people speculated that perhaps it was Donghuang Taiyi who brought the Emperor's Tribulation, but in the end it failed to pass the Tribulation.

Some people also speculate that Donghuang Taiyi is too resentful and kills too much. He has done everything in his life against the will of heaven. Now he finally attracted the punishment of heaven and cut the Donghuang Palace into ruins.

Too much uncertainty makes people feel awesome.

Things in the prehistoric world are so strange, like a huge vortex. Once they enter it, no one knows when they will disappear.

Such an era is always terrifying. Those with strong strength often die faster.

Just like the former King of the Immortal Clan, Prince Dong, became a thing of the past overnight, and he won the new emperor of the Demon Clan with his lifetime reputation.

It also seemed that he was the first witch clan's high priest in the prehistoric world. He died inadvertently at Zhaoming's hands, causing the name of Donghuang Taiyi to be pushed down to the peak of this world.

When the first person in the prehistoric world fell on Zhaoming inadvertently, he had not yet been put on the stead, and this new first person in the prehistoric world went like this again and disappeared in the infinite heavenly thunder.

Among the turbulent rumors, there is one thing that everyone knows: the war in the prehistoric continent will begin.

After Donghuang Taiyi killed the high priest of the Witch Clan, the clouds of war were already shrouded in this world.

The Witch Clan, this warlike race, is indeed afraid of Donghuang Taiyi's powerful strength, but will never be afraid or afraid because of this. They have been waiting for the birth of the last ancestor witch. Perhaps only in this way can they truly suppress Donghuang Taiyi.

And now, Donghuang Taiyi suddenly died and everything has changed.

Without this powerful man who fears the heroes of the world, the strength of the Heavenly Court seems to have dropped sharply in an instant. The Witch Clan may not have to attack the Heavenly Court without the twelve ancestor witches.

Nine-level Heaven, Lingxiao Palace.

Di Jun slapped the golden table with a palm, melting it directly into water vapor, and shouted loudly: "Who can tell me what happened and why this happened."

When he arrived at the Eighth Heaven and saw the East Palace bombarded by infinite thunder, he felt confused.

Unlike others, he knew that Zhaoming was definitely not suffering because of the so-called heavenly tribulation and heavenly punishment. There is no doubt that someone must have taken action in secret.

He didn't know what the person in the dark had done, but could actually make his invincible brother suffer.

All the soldiers in Lingxiao Palace looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

Bai Ze shook the fan, frowned and thought deeply. After a while, Chi Tie stepped forward and said, "According to the situation reported by the soldiers of the Eighth Heaven, a war must have occurred in the Eastern Palace at that time, causing the energy of heaven and earth to be unbalanced and the noise was repeated. It was just that the battle had ended before the battle was over, so I couldn't know what happened."

Bai Ze also stepped forward and said: "It took a long time since the incident happened, and the Ninth Level Genius received the news. It was not because the guards had dereliction of duty, but because the person with great powers took action to seal the entrance of the Tianmen, making people unable to feel what was happening outside, and the outside could not pass the message in."

This is the thing that makes Di Jun the most angry. The East Palace of the Eighth Heaven is right below the Heavenly Palace, close to you.

But when such a big thing happened, the entire prehistoric continent knew about it, Di Jun just received the news.

This is simply absurd, but it has become a fact, making people feel depressed in their hearts and cannot dissipate.

"Who is it, who is it! You must find out for me, who made the move!" Di Jun shouted.

Everyone looked solemn. Di Jun was very different from usual, almost violent. The death of the prince and Shura was deposed. The continuous blows had already made him feel moved.

Now that his best brother has suffered a disaster, he has lost his normal heart and become deeply resentful.

"Emperor of Heaven! Now the Eastern Emperor is dead, we wait..."

The national teacher Kunpeng Taoist, who was on the side, was about to say something, but was interrupted violently by Di Jun: "No, my brother is not dead, he will definitely not die."

"But that day thunder..."

Taoist Kunpeng looked confused. After the accident in the Eastern Palace, the bombardment of thunder never stopped. Although the thunder and lightning did not affect other places, even with his cultivation level, he would not dare to mess with it.

From there, I couldn't feel any breath of life, and I couldn't believe that Zhaoming could survive.

Di Jun yelled: "Stop talking nonsense, go check it, check it out for me to see who it is and who is the one who acts!"

"Abide by the order!"

The soldiers in Lingxiao Palace all took the order and retreated one by one.

West Sea.

The sea where Wudao was once located was already bare, leaving only a statue, looking at the sky, looking at the distance, it was the statue of Houtu that had never been born among the twelve ancestor witches.

Two stone tears condensed on their faces, as if they were sad and pity on the vicissitudes of the world.

A figure slowly flew over and stopped in front of the statue of Houtu. It was the ancestor witch Emperor Jiang.

Looking up at the statue of Houtu, Di Jiang whispered: "Don't you want to come out yet? Escape is useless."

"I came here today not to urge you, but just wanted to tell you. Donghuang Taiyi is dead. Although I don't know how he died, I have secretly gone to the Bachongtian to see it, and the rumors are true."

"Without him, even if the twelve ancestor witches are not needed, my witch clan can defeat the demon clan. No matter whether you come out or not, I will declare war on the Heavenly Court in three days. The death of the High Priest will be used to bury the entire demon clan."

"Twelve sister, you'll be fine."

After Di Jiang finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave, but heard a sound of stone peeling off from behind him.
Chapter completed!