Chapter 2998 (1/2)

Boom!

In the dark, there seems to be a roar, can not find the source, but only the emperor can vaguely hear.

There is no need to look at it. It is obvious that the tenth peak emperor exploded in Ji ningshuang's dream. He wanted to take the heaven to be buried with him. Unfortunately, he did not hurt half of the living creatures in the sky.

Poof!

When Ji ningshuang came out of her dream, she didn't stand firm and nearly fell down into the misty sky. The people of heaven didn't hurt her, but she hurt her. She resisted self explosion in her dream.

”Ye Chen.”

Her voice, hoarse, stumbling all the way to a starry sky, her body is shaking, any moment, may fall.

She killed half of the ten top emperors in this battle, and when she was still the last emperor, she suffered a peak self explosion. Before and after, she had been hurt enough. She should be the only one of the great emperors in the past dynasties who suffered such a tragic injury on the day of preaching.

However, her record is enough to stand out for ever.

After all, she is only a primary emperor, so far has not yet been able to fully integrate the Tao.

In the bloody starry sky, she found her husband. At last, she didn't walk steadily. She collapsed on the ground and hugged Ye Chen.

Tears have flooded her cheek.

Ye Chen was white haired, with no light on his whole body and no vitality in his whole body. He was as old as ashes. With a little exertion, he might be broken. He sacrificed the yuan God and 50000 years of life, no matter which one was enough for his soul to return to nine days.

If you don't leave a back road for yourself, there is no way back.

”Yes, I'm sorry.”

Ye Chen nestles in Ji ningshuang's arms, his voice is hoarse and his timbre is so weak that he can hardly hear it.

The God of war, with his last breath, said these three words to his wife.

Just as in front of the Dancheng hall in the previous life, she fell in his arms and said that she was sorry.

He killed their children.

”No, it's not your fault.”

Ji ningshuang tears like rain, the divine power of the emperor and the origin of the emperor's way are pouring into Ye Chen's body crazily in order to rekindle his yuan Shenhuo.

She has lost her child and doesn't want to lose her husband again.

However, although the emperor is supreme, it is not omnipotent. She can no longer ignite the fire of Yuan Shen no matter how she exerts her power and how she can mobilize her source. She can not only burn it, but also smash Ye Chen's old body into pieces.

Today, he is too old and fragile. Even though the emperor's origin is gentle, he can't bear it. He has run out of oil, and the lamp is dry, leaving only his body and last breath.

”Light up, light it up for me.”

Ji ningshuang murmured in a low voice and was still working hard, just as ye Chen had saved Ye Fan before, regardless of any price, as long as he could live, he was willing to pay all.

”It's hard work.”

Ye Chen smile tired, mouth is still gushing blood, eyes remaining in the last ray of light, positive as the annihilation, although want to raise hands, wipe away the tears on the cheek for his wife, but powerless.

”Please, don't leave me.”

”If the fate of the next life is not complete, I'd rather bear the common people... Not Qing.”

Ye Chen's words, hoarse and vicissitudes, gradually weak down, has lost the eye light of the eyes, slowly closed, the old body, inch by inch of the melt out, even the tears flowing from the corner of the eye, even the blood gushing out of the mouth, all turned into fly ash, leaving only that warm words, dotted with the sadness and tears of love.

”No... no, no...”

Ji ningshuang is crazy. If he wants to reshape his body, what he can catch is only a wisp of flying ash.

Her Ye Chen was buried.

The God of war of the heavens is buried.

Ah!

The female emperor's hissing shook three realms.

That moment, her hair, also white.

The scenes of history are always astonishingly similar.

In the last reincarnation, she worked hard for the devil to protect him. He died and died.

This reincarnation is that he fought against the Nine Emperors alone, protecting her and killing her until she was destroyed.

One past life, one present life.

She, fell in his arms,

he, also died in her arms.

”If there is an afterlife, may I have a lifetime of love.”

”If the fate of the next life is not complete, I'd rather bear the common people... Not Qing.”

Because of fruit, there is samsara.

Her previous life's question, this life, finally has the answer.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

”Holy Communion.”