At one moment, the three strong kaitianguan suddenly changed their faces and shouted, "everyone, leave."


    Those who had just arrived in the ancient countries were stunned, and then their scalp numbed and ran out crazily.


    At this time, there was a voice of extreme indifference and madness, like from another world, with boundless evil, ringing through the sky.


    "Evil spirits... Demon lotus buried in heaven and earth!"


    Boom!


    The world shook violently, and huge demon lotus blossomed. The sky became a bright sea of flowers, and lotus petals bloomed one after another.


    A breath of destruction slowly spread.


    In the distance, all the strong, including the supreme, showed a look of horror. This terrible power was enough to erase people at their level.


    In the distance, cen ignored Feng Linxiao and his eyes also fluctuated a little. Finally, he sighed deeply and turned away. The battle has been divided.


    With the gradual disappearance of energy, heaven and earth return to Qingming, the fragmented sky and space are being repaired independently.


    Except for the three strong kaitianguan, there is no figure. The supreme masters of the ancient country, including the supreme masters of perfection level, are all dead.


    Qin Feng and the mysterious youth also disappeared. Only the blood fog wandered in the sky, dissipated gradually under the roar of the strong wind, and fell into the red lake below.


    Seeing this result, all parties were sighing. The ancient country sent so many experts to kill Qin Feng, and even three strong people who opened the Tianguan pass came.


    In the end, although he won, it was too tragic. The supreme masters from the ancient country have died, and only three strong kaitianguan are still alive.


    It''s a sad ending.


    At the same time, it also shocked the terrible of these two young people, who could kill so many supreme masters.


    However, no matter how amazing they were, they all died and fell into jiefa lake.


    This is the result of fate. No matter how rebellious the two young people are, after the emergence of the powerful kaitianguan in the ancient country, everything is doomed and cannot be changed.


    It''s not that they are not strong, but that their opponents are too terrible, which has exceeded their tolerance.


    In this war, the goal of the ancient country was achieved, but too many people died. Almost half of the young talents who entered the robbery Lake died, and they all have great hope to become supreme talents.


    Similarly, dozens of supreme masters have fallen.


    Such a huge loss has also covered this victory with a fig leaf, which is a shame, not a glory.


    All the three strong men in kaitianguan looked gloomy. Finally, they returned to their respective countries with the rest of their talents.


    The battle soon spread on this continent, and the mysterious young man was also learned that he was also a descendant of that tribe, named Tang que.


    They went into evil, robbed the Dharma center, and jointly killed countless supreme masters. They worked hard to open the Tianguan pass. At the cost of their own death, they hit the ancient country hard and slapped them.


    When I heard the news, the whole world was silent. It was hard to believe that just two young people tossed the nine ancient countries like this.


    This is unprecedented, at least not recorded before.


    The performance of all parties is different.


    On a certain mountain and river, the curse killer raised his head, and the smart Phoenix eyes were a little sad.


    "So desperately, what else can I do except kill some supreme masters? I have to solve it by this generation. Now I know what powerlessness is!"


    Some glorious empires, rural villages


    In many places, there are old people, young people and children, all looking at the Dharma hall with a touch of sadness on their faces.


    "If we could all work so hard in those years, would the outcome be different!" a white haired old man sighed.


    "It takes generations of accumulation to overthrow the ancient country. They have been entrenched for tens of millions of years. How can they be overthrown easily."


    "Not without hope, but not in this generation. I need to hibernate. My old bone will shine one day."


    There were voices from all sides, slowly blossoming and bearing fruit in silence.


    As long as you never give up, there is still hope after all.


    "You are so strong that you are worthy of our people." a middle-aged man with bright eyes said to himself, "you have your way, and we also have our way. We are all trying to live or die."


    "A single spark can also start a prairie fire. Each of us will be a flame and finally burn down the ancient country." this is a childish voice of a child who never gives up.


    There are more tombs in the backyard of Guanghan hall, the capital of sin.


    The most conspicuous tombstone was cleaned very clean, with bright flowers blooming around the tomb.


    This is a rare flower called Anning flower, which means peace for the rest of the world.


    "You are too strong in this life and don''t know how to detour. Alas, if you are still alive, have you ever regretted for a moment?" Su Yue couldn''t help sighing.


    Li Nian, Yi Wu, Zhou Mo and others often come here to pay tribute. Sometimes, Wang Dian and Xiao ran will also come here. Sitting in front of Qin Feng''s monument is a day.


    In the blink of an eye, fifty years have passed. For ordinary people, a generation has been buried in the earth.


    But for monks, this is just the beginning.


    The grief is still there, but it fades a lot under the scouring of years, and all kinds of sounds in the past will not suffocate people''s heartache.


    In an antique room, in front of the windowsill, a woman with Miaoman posture sat on her knees, with deep dark broken marks and distressing numbness on her delicate cheeks.


    She is a flower demon. A year ago, she suddenly regained her vitality and came out of the ice. When she thought that Tang Ke had a trace of conscience and didn''t really kill her, she was happy and excited and learned what happened in the 49th year of 777.


    Qin Feng went into evil and killed Gong Xiaoxi. He entered the ancient country and killed a large number of talents and supreme masters. Finally, he fell in the Dharma hall.


    The flower demon was completely stunned. She slept for 49 years, but such a terrible thing happened.


    How can we believe that Qin Feng will kill Gong Xiaoxi? How can we accept that people like him have also died in the hands of the ancient country.


    For a year, she has accepted the terrible truth. Everyone is dead and she is the only one left.


    All the people who came out of the primitive land died.


    She was the only one of the six geniuses in tiandian who survived. How pathetic and sad it was.


    She... Would rather die than wake up.


    "Why should I live alone!" murmured the flower demon. For a year, she has shed too many tears and her eyes are going to cry blind. Now she can''t shed tears.


    However, her grief never diminished.


    "Little demon." Ouyang Qingqing came in, looked at the pair of eyes that had lost their luster, and sighed sadly.


    She didn''t leave with Ouyang and stayed here.


    "You say, do they still have people alive?" the flower demon asked softly, but his eyes were empty.


    Ouyang Qingqing sighed. He didn''t know what to say. He could only say, "without the news of Tan Xuan, he has disappeared for 50 years."


    "Yes, it''s been 50 years. Little cute, they won''t appear again."