In the era of the Great Tribulation, no matter how you do it, you cannot change the ending of the destruction?
Emperor Xin looked at the old Yang Jian and lying on the ground, his hair turned from a smooth black to a mottled and gray-white roaring dog, and felt a sense of discomfort.
Yang Jian, whom he knew, was full of energy. He had a three-pointed and two-edged sword. Even the sky above his head dared to poke a hole. When he saw injustice and injustice, he wanted to draw his sword to help. Even if the person who blocked the front was a quasi-saint, a saint, a Hongjun Daozu, and a so-called destiny, he dared to break the shackles.
But now Yang Jian is an old man, whose qi and blood have declined, and even his spirit has fallen, and he even lost his heart to fight.
It is conceivable how severe this pain was so severe that it would turn a young man with high spirits into his current depression?
However, it is not difficult to understand. No matter who he is, if he witnessed the death of his former comrades and the disappearance of his division commander, he would definitely fall into depression and despair like Yang Jian, and feel that the world is shrouded in darkness and cannot be changed.
"No, there is hope for everything, we still have a chance..."
A little later, Emperor Xin shook his head, looked at Yang Jian, and said in a deep voice.
In this era, there may be no chance to change everything, but it does not mean that all this cannot be changed.
As long as the era of the Investiture of God changes, everything that follows will be destroyed will be changed.
Hope is not non-existent, but this hope is not in the future, but in the past.
"Is there still hope?" Yang Jian raised his head and his eyes were bright for a moment, but then it became dim again. After shaking his head with a wry smile, he waved his hand and the wine gourd in the distance flew over. He raised his head and took a sip of wine, spit out a sip of turbid air, waved to Di Xin, and said, "Leave here and go find the hope you said..."
"Fellow Daoist Yang Jian, do you know, who else may still be alive?"
The emperor smiled bitterly, then looked at Yang Jian and asked in a deep voice.
Yang Jian was very depressed and he had no way to change anything, but he hoped that there would be someone who could exist and know more about the hidden truth and truth from the other party.
"It's all dead and it doesn't exist anymore..." Yang Jian murmured, smiling bitterly, which made Emperor Xin feel lost. He raised his head and said, "You go to the Sanxian Island to take a look. I once heard that Fairy Yunxiao seemed to be rebelling from the Heavenly Court and seemed to have some consciousness, but I don't know. Maybe she is still on Sanxian Island now."
Fairy Yunxiao rebeled from the Heavenly Court and restored his consciousness?!
When Emperor Xin heard the sound, he was immediately delighted.
Fairy Yunxiao is very special. To be precise, it is the Hunyuan Jin Dou very special. It is one of the oldest ancient magic weapons and has extremely powerful space-based divine power. Perhaps, in the era of destroying the zodiac signs, it will stimulate part of the power of the Hunyuan Jin Dou, allowing the fairy Yunxiao who has become a god to restore some of its consciousness.
If Fairy Yunxiao is still alive, then Qiongxiao and Bixiao may still be alive, and Zhao Gongming may still be alive.
"Sanxian Island, where is it now?"
Without hesitation, Emperor Xin asked Yang Jian curiously.
"You go and look for it in the coast of the East China Sea... But you'd better not have too much hope. Even if you're still alive, a fairy in Yunxiao can't change anything..."
Yang Jian said lightly, and then said to Emperor Xin a little tiredly.
"I will try it." Di Xin nodded, then looked at Yang Jian and said in a deep voice: "There is people, hope is there. Fellow Daoist Yang Jian, as long as there is a little light in his heart, then hope will not disappear. I hope you can cheer up!"
Yang Jian didn't say a word, but just took the wine gourd and poured the wine into his mouth.
Emperor Xin looked at Yang Jian's appearance and sighed. Then, he rose from the ground and turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky above Guanjiangkou.
He knew that Yang Jian was completely depressed now. Protecting Guanjiangkou was probably the only obsession left in his heart. If he continued to stay here, he would not get what he wanted. Instead of doing this, it would be better to go to the shore of the East China Sea to see if he could see Fairy Yunxiao.
"Wow...Wow..."
The snarling dog looked at Di Xin who was leaving, shouted twice at the sky, then turned to look at Yang Jian, shaking his tail hard, as if he was telling something.
"There is no hope... the destruction of the great tribulation, nothing exists... No one can change anything... And, Xiaotian, how much power can you burst out when you look at me?"
Yang Jian raised his hand, scratched the head of the slashing dog, and said with a bitter smile.
Xiaotian Dog whimpered twice, pressed her head against Yang Jian's legs, and tears flowed down the corners of her eyes.
Although it is a spirit of the weapon, not a real spiritual dog, its loyalty to Yang Jian is self-evident.
Moreover, after several times, no one cares more about Yang Jian than it, and it is harder to accept Yang Jian, who is now depressed. Looking at the former master who is full of energy, he becomes an old man who is now old, has a decline in blood and has a dry spirit, it is hard to accept it.
"Why are you crying..." Yang Jian looked at the Xiaotian Dog, raised his hand, patted his head twice, and smiled bitterly: "Don't worry, I promise you, if he really can find hope, then, why should I, Yang Jian, fight!"
He is Yang Jian!
He is the God of War!
He was born because of the battle!
Even if it is dead, he hopes to die because of the war!
Xiaotian Dog doesn’t want him to be depressed, so how could he hope he will be depressed?
However, if you destroy the era of the great disasters, you will die if you don’t feel depressed. He is not afraid of death. However, if he must die, he hopes that his death will have some value!
"Why are you back?!"
But at this moment, Yang Jian suddenly frowned and looked up at the sky.
"Yang Jian, who has been here for you?"
As Yang Jian's words fell, clouds rolled and unfolded above the sky. Then, a strong man with an extremely large body holding a Xuanhua axe in his hand appeared, looking down at Yang Jian with a condescending head and sneered.
"snort……"
Yang Jian raised his head, glanced at the person who came, lowered his head, and said nothing indifferently, as if he had not heard the other party's words.
"Yang Jian, you dare to pretend that you can't hear me. Are you not afraid that I will ruin your Guanjiangkou?"
When the strong man saw Yang Jian like this, he was furious, grabbed Xuanhua's axe and said coldly.
"Gianling, you are just a dog driven by others. You are here to tease me, aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"
When Yang Jian heard the sound, he raised his head, looked at the strong man, and said indifferently.
After the great disaster of destruction, many existences in the heavenly court turned around, Hongjun Daozu and the giant spirit god were one of them.
"Kill me? Just you old guy?" The giant spirit Shenru heard a huge joke, raised her head and laughed a few times, lowered her head and said lightly: "Yang Jian is old, can you still eat?"