Chapter 1777 The blood and tears of Shenmu (12 more)
He looked ferocious and roared: "We can't let them escape, Li Tianming must die, and everyone must die!"
“Yes, it would be very troublesome to let Li Tianming go to Xuanyuan Longzong without any worries, even the emperor would not be able to deal with him.”
From this point of view, some people support Li Xuanyang.
“But if they leave on the Star Sea Divine Ship, what can we do? The Sun Palace and Emperor Zun are not here.” Someone complained.
This is a real problem.
“I have a solution!”
Li Xuanyang gritted his teeth. He stared at the Qingyun Sacred Tree and said, "Don't these people from Qingyun Continent value the Qingyun Sacred Tree more than their lives? While they haven't left yet, let's just chop down the tree! Let's see if they can come back!"
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Everyone looked at each other in shock.
Some people wanted to say that the fruit of this tree is very useful, but they resisted the idea of speaking because they did not want to go against Li Xuanyang.
“Everyone, let’s chop down the trees and kill them!”
"yes!"
For a time, the densely packed Celestial Clan of Order surrounded the trunk of the Qingyun Sacred Tree, slashing it down with sword after sword, as well as the Consciousness God.
Boom, boom, boom——
This ancient tree, which has lived for countless years, began to tremble and emit a shrill scream.
Hum buzz!
The tree crowns trembled violently, and countless blood turned into heavy rain and fell. The entire Qingyun Continent could see this tragic scene.
“Sacred tree…”
For a time, countless people followed Qingyun Shenmu and shed tears like rain.
Bang bang bang!
The felling of trees continues.
The trunk of the Qingyun Sacred Tree is very thick, but not strong. It would not take long to cut it down with hundreds of thousands of people.
As the Qingyun Sacred Tree tilted, the entire Qingyun Continent was shaking, and the whole world was weeping.
At the funeral of Emperor Kowloon, countless cries of sadness were heard.
Everyone looked at the bright red sacred tree that looked like it was burning, with tears rolling down their cheeks. At that moment, they felt the trembling of their blood, and that kind of sadness flowed in everyone's heart, making them understand that as the weak, others trampled on their dignity.
How painful it is when your home is invaded.
“Sacred tree!”
Bang bang bang!
In the emperor's burial, everyone knelt down.
They are about to rush to a new battlefield. They won this time, but they are destined to be unable to hold on to this ancient tree that nourishes them.
In order to force Li Tianming to stop, Li Xuanyang became ruthless and did not stop cutting at all.
When he saw the Nine Dragon Emperor buried and gone, he was even more furious.
“Cut it off!!!!”
His scream resounded through the tree canopy again.
Boom!
From a certain moment, the lamentation of the sacred tree reached the extreme level of despair, and then suddenly turned into an angry roar, as if all the leaves had become vocal cords, roaring out the anger of this ancient creature.
Click!
The trunk of the tree is tilted.
Completely broken.
Buzz buzz buzz!
The sacred tree that had stood in Qingyun Continent for countless years suddenly fell down. Even if it fell, the direction of its trunk was in an uninhabited mountainous area.
At that moment, inside the burial site of Emperor Kowloon, people's eyes widened, tears welled up in their eyes, everyone lost their voice, their eyes were blurred by tears, and the humiliation of losing their home filled their hearts. This loss cannot be compensated for in eternity.
The sacred tree has fallen.
There is no shade anymore.
There is no more singing of birds and fragrance of flowers that belong to the sun.
There will no longer be fruit like the stars in the sky.
There is no blood connection anymore.
Children born after this will never know what the beautiful Qingyun sacred tree in their parents’ memories looks like.
It has been lush for countless years, irrigating the lives of countless generations, until it finally turned red and used its own fall to give the people under its protection the possibility of escaping.
with the tree species inside the Kowloon Emperor's burial, although they were all embryos, they all screamed sadly because they knew best that their mother had died at this moment.
At that moment, Li Tianming clenched his fists. He did not look back, but wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and flew towards the south of the sun with the last hope of the continent.
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“Go to hell! Go to hell!”
After the collapse of the sacred tree, dust filled the sky and the whole world fell into a world of dust.
Can’t see anything clearly.
Hum buzz!
While Li Xuanyang was yelling and cursing, he seemed to hear a buzzing sound. He opened his eyes wide, trying to see what it was.
Suddenly there was a flash in front of my eyes.
Looks like a bloody leaf?
Ding!
It was indeed a leaf. It was inserted into Li Xuanyang's forehead without warning, and a wound was torn. After that, the leaf turned from bright red to withered yellow and completely withered.
This shows that the red blood poured into Li Xuanyang's body.
"ah--!"
He suddenly let out a scream, because there was a red liquid, like countless small insects burrowing into his head, eating his flesh, blood, and brain marrow.
"help me!"
Li Xuanyang didn’t know what it was at all. He screamed in horror, trying to attract others’ attention.
But the next moment, screams as cruel as his were everywhere.
It was even worse than the previous battle.
Everyone was screaming.
The whole world is screaming.
Everything you can see are blood-colored leaves. So many leaves can only come from the Qingyun Sacred Tree. This means that the leaves of this fallen sacred tree have all flown away.
Puff puff!
When Li Xuanyang screamed, a sea of red leaves appeared in front of his eyes.
very beautiful.
He was swallowed directly.
When these large leaves withered, all their blood poured into Li Xuanyang's body.
"Well……"
Li Xuanyang struggled, twitched, his eyes widened, and foamed at the mouth.
Finally, motionless.
he died.
After he died, his body became as bright red as the original leaves, and the veins of the leaves even appeared on his skin. Then, in his mouth, a small green seedling sprouted. It grew rapidly. A small pink-white flower appeared. Both its leaves and flowers looked extremely pure, without any blood stains.
The dust gradually dissipates.
You can see that there are bloody corpses everywhere in the area. The corpses are gradually sinking and their appearance is unclear. Only the colorful flowers symbolize purity and rebirth.
The Qingyun Sacred Tree is dead, but the place where it once took root has turned into a sea of flowers as beautiful as a fairyland, with the flowers extending for thousands of miles.
No one knows that the growth of every flower means the death of an orderly heavenly clan.
In the north of the mainland, there was a sea of flowers. At that time, most of the blood-red leaves were flying over there and eventually withered.
That sea of flowers is bigger and more dreamy, like a fairyland.
Only the Celestial Clan of Order turned into flowers.
And on this continent, the mortals of Qingyun who are still living in the mountains and wilderness are still crying for the sacred trees.
The Order Heavenly Clan will not forget this day.
Because, history books will record that they killed seven million elite troops on an inconspicuous and barren continent.
Among them, 1.8 million died at Green Soul Sword Peak.
5.2 million, died in the Qingyun Sacred Tree.
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Chapter 12, big explosion!
It’s been a long time since I’ve written so much.
After finishing writing, I feel sore in my back and feel dizzy...but my heart is hot.
Returning to the plot of the sun, compared to the thrill of stepping on people when geniuses compete, the series of themes of war, home, protection, and changing one's fate against the will of heaven can make my heart surge, as if I am in that scene, together She shed tears for the death and rebirth of the Qingyun sacred tree.
Concerning this topic, I would like to make a small aside.
I wrote the three chapters last Saturday (the three chapters that I couldn’t stand up on my knees) for a long time. They are relatively large and have a sufficient number of words.
After I finished writing that day, I felt refreshed and amazed. I read it again and was impressed by my talent. Because it had been a while since I wrote the story of The Sun, and when I wrote about oppression and difficulties, I also experienced
There was a strong resonance, as if the life and death crisis faced by Qinghun Palace had affected him.
It’s so well written!
I sighed with emotion.
It has ignited my own blood!
Awesome!
So I happily uploaded it and waited for readers to be impressed by my talent.
The next day, I looked at the comment section with full confidence.
Reader: water.
I spurted out a mouthful of blood on the spot~
The joys and sorrows of the human world are indeed incompatible 0.0.
About this issue, I actually talked with my wife
(Every time I finish writing, I will let her read it first, so she is Bai Jian’s number one female fan)
I said: Any high C requires extreme suppression and foreshadowing to have the strongest explosion. The foreshadowing requires a cumulative number of words and repeated renderings. Although it is more appetizing to arrange for the protagonist to appear at the end of the third chapter, in fact, even if I
If he had appeared earlier, he wouldn't have accomplished much in the first 3 chapters. It would be better to use it to foreshadow the situation to the extreme. Moreover, the two opponents, Li Xuanyang and Xuanyang Jun, also need to be designed with details (color, color) to make the readers interested.
hostility.
She: Although I say that, after reading the foreshadowing, we readers will only arouse a sense of expectation. If we can't catch up at this time, we will think it's watery. Because the foreshadowing and rendering part, after everyone reads it, the sense of anticipation is created
, but we mistakenly think that the part of "creating a sense of expectation" is useless. We don't study where our sense of expectation comes from (maybe it arises suddenly?)... You write like this, and I feel very happy when I read it continuously.
But readers who follow you will criticize that this is a disadvantage. The key is that it is very laborious for you to write like this, and it is not as good as "water dialogue". Anyway, this is the best water, and it is difficult for us to distinguish.
Me: If you suffer a loss, you will suffer a loss. When writing a book, you should first please yourself. If you are not happy yourself and do not believe in the story and the joys and sorrows, how can you hope that readers will be happy? If I can write about the characters in the book,
In a state of melting together, why worry about not being enthusiastic? I just want "water" to be difficult to write, and it takes a lot of effort to lay the groundwork, so there is no "water dialogue"! There is no technical content in that, and it is not challenging to write!
She: Shabi, you should do it!
I:……
(From the first day I wrote the book, I understood that everyone is an individual with different thinking. There are a thousand Hamlets in the hearts of a thousand readers, so in order to satisfy the impatient needs of some people who pursue "quickly knowing the outcome of the plot",
Therefore, it is not my way to write a flowing plot by neglecting polishing, foreshadowing, succession and continuity. Every reader will long for a different writing method and plot development. The way for a writer is to believe in himself and be in harmony with the characters in the book. I write
The book has been around for ten years. During this period, at least hundreds of readers have taught me how to write a book. I will refer to it, but I will not believe it.
With my approach, even if I sometimes suffer from disadvantages, dislikes, and misunderstandings, I dare to say that I am not perfunctory in my daily updates.)
Having said so much, [the key point] is——
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