Chapter 1537 (1/2)

That small light spot is the condensation of the light of the fallen immortal sword. It seems small, but in fact, it's huge, and it's a heaven and earth.

Yan Zhaoge and the high-definition swirl fly into it. After the dark red light disappears in front of her eyes, Yandi sits quietly in the void.

Too easy Huayun in his head, like a lotus in full bloom, gently swaying.

Yan Dichong and Yan Zhaoge nodded, then took back their eyes, silently to the void.

According to his eyes, what is presented in front of Yan Zhaoge and HD Xuan is a meaningful picture, which stretches across the sky and never disappears.

In the picture, a ferocious and ferocious Buddha with a sword faces Yan Zhaoge and others. He lives high in the sky, covering the sky with darkness and full of murderous spirit, as if leading hell to the world.

Under the Buddha, a man in purple and a woman in white stand side by side, with their backs to Yan Zhaoge.

A man in purple holds a sword in his left hand, a woman in white holds a sword in her right hand, and her left hand is held by the man's right hand.

In addition to the figure falling into the eyes of Yan Zhaoge and others, you can also see the man and the woman looking at each other with half of their faces, smiling at the corners of their mouths and fearless at the eyes.

The picture is fixed, and the dark red luster is like a relief, which is still lifelike, depicting the last scene of that year.

Yan Zhaoge and his wife, looking at the picture, naturally emerge in their mind the scene after, watching the couple live and die together, fearless, hand in hand to face the sword Buddha incarnating in hell.

Looking back at the heroism of his ancestors, Yan Zhaoge could not help but look back and salute the couple's back again.

The high-definition cyclone, like Yandi, is motionless, just like a statue, just looking at the back, silent for a long time.

Different from Yan Zhaoge, who has not personally met Yan Xingtang's husband and wife, HD swirls in his mind at the moment, clearly imagining Di Qinglian's voice and face.

Among the disciples of Teng Huangmen, the best relation between HD Xuan and her younger martial sister is di Qinglian.

Or it should be said that they are the two most closely related people in the door.

Before Di Qinglian and Yan Xingtang went out for a long journey, they also visited the couple of HD Xuan and long Xingquan, but they never thought they would be the last one. That is to say goodbye

HD swirling has always been a steady and rigorous heart lake. At the moment, it can't help the ups and downs, and sorrow comes from it.

”Master, little sister has never regretted it. If you could see it, would you be a little more generous?” Thinking of the recently fallen rattan King Li Ying, the HD swirl is more sad.

Yan Zhaoge looks at the high-definition swirl beside him and sighs in his heart.

Yandi, on the other side, also looked at the back of yanxingtang's husband and wife all the time.

Because it's too easy for Huayun, his memory doesn't have his parents' posture.

But at the moment, it is also passing through this too easy Huayun. It can hold the trace of sword left by the couple of yanxingtang here bit by bit, which makes him have a kind of closeness without any reason. It seems that blood is thicker than water, and he has to give up constantly.

Maybe Yan Xingtang and di Qinglian didn't do their parents' duty, take care of and accompany their children in person, or even the new parents didn't know how to take care of a child.

But long before their children were born, they did everything they could to give their best to their sons.

Even though Yandi has never really met her parents face to face, she can still feel the deep love after thousands of years.