Beastmaster of the Ages - Chapter 1777

[Chapter 1777 The blood and tears of Shenmu (12 more)]

With a ferocious face, he roared, “You can’t let them escape, Li Tianming will die, everyone will die!”

“Yes, let Li Tianming go to Xuanyuan Dragon Sect without any worries, it will be very troublesome, even the Emperor can’t deal with him.”

From this point of view, some people support Li Xuanyang.

“However, they are going on the Star Sea God Ship, what can we do? The Sun God Palace and Emperor Zun are not here.” Someone complained.

This is a real problem.

“I have a way!”

Li Xuanyang gritted his teeth, he stared at the Qingyun Shenmu, and said: “Don’t these people from Qingyun Continent regard the Qingyun Shenmu as more important than their lives? Before they leave, let’s cut down the trees! Let’s see if they can’t come back! ”

Everyone looked at each other.

Some people want to say that the fruit of this tree is very useful, but because they don’t want to go against Li Xuanyang, they hold back the idea of speaking.

“Everyone, cut down trees, cut to death!”

“Yes!”

For a time, the dense order Celestial Clan surrounded the tree trunk of the Qingyun Shenmu, cutting down with a knife and a sword, as well as the knowledge of the gods.

boom boom-

This ancient tree, which has lived for countless years, began to tremble and let out a piercing cry.

Buzz!

The crown of the tree trembled, and countless blood turned into torrential rain, and the entire Qingyun Continent could see this tragic situation.

“Shenmu…”

For a time, countless people followed Qingyun Shenmu in tears.

Bang bang bang!

Tree cutting continues.

The trunk of Qingyun Shenmu is very thick, but it is not strong. Hundreds of thousands of people cut it down together, and it doesn’t take long at all.

As the Qingyun Shenmu tilted, the entire Qingyun Continent was shaking, and the whole world was crying.

At the burial of the Nine Dragons Emperor, countless sorrowful cries resounded.

Everyone looked at the bright red sacred tree that seemed to be burning, with blood and tears rolling. 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 trample on their dignity, How painful is it to invade a home.

“Shenmu!”

Bang bang bang!

In the emperor’s burial, everyone knelt down.

They are about to go to a new battlefield, and 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 he did not stop cutting down at all.

When he saw that the Nine Dragon Emperor was buried in the dust, he was even more angry.

“Cut it off!!!!”

His scream resounded through the canopy again.

Boom!

From a certain moment, Shenmu’s cry of despair reached the extreme, and then it suddenly turned into an angry roar, as if all the leaves had become vocal cords, roaring out the anger of this ancient creature.

Click!

Trunks sloping.

Completely broken.

Buzz Buzz!

The sacred tree that had been standing in the Qingyun Continent for countless years fell down suddenly. Even if it fell, the direction of its trunk would be an uninhabited mountainous area.

At that moment, inside the burial of Emperor Nine Dragons, people’s eyes widened, tears swirling in their sockets, everyone lost their voices, tears blurred their eyes, and the humiliation of losing their home filled their hearts. This loss, eternal life cannot make up for it.

Shenmu, fell.

No more shade.

There is no longer the fragrance of birds and flowers that belongs to the sun.

There is no more fruit like the stars in the sky.

No blood connection anymore.

Children born after that will never know what the beautiful Qingyun Shenmu in their parents’ memory looks like.

It has been lush for countless years, irrigated countless generations of life, and at the end of its blood red, with its own fall, it gave the people under its shelter the possibility of escaping.

In the Nine Dragons Emperor’s burial, although those tree species were all embryos, they all wailed, 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 away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and flew towards the south of the sun with the last hope of this continent.

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“Go to hell! Go to die!”

After the Shenmu collapsed, the sky was filled with dust and the whole world fell into the dust world.

Can’t see anything.

Buzz!

When Li Xuanyang was yelling, he seemed to hear a buzzing sound. He widened his eyes, trying to see what it was.

Suddenly there was a flash in front of him.

Like a blood-colored leaf?

Ding!

It really was a leaf. It was inserted into Li Xuanyang’s forehead suddenly, and a wound was torn open. After that, the leaf turned from bright red to yellow and withered completely.

This shows that the blood was red and poured into Li Xuanyang’s body.

“what–!”

He suddenly let out a scream, because there was a red liquid, like countless little bugs got into his head, eating his flesh and brain.

“help me!”

Li Xuanyang didn’t know what it was. He screamed in horror, trying to attract the attention of others.

But at the next moment, screams like him were as terrifying as they were, everywhere.

Worse than the previous battle.

Everyone was screaming.

The whole world is screaming.

As far as the eye can see, they are all blood-colored leaves, and so many leaves can only come from the Qingyun Shenmu, which means that the fallen Shenmu has all the leaves flying.

Puff puff!

When Li Xuanyang screamed, a sea of red leaves appeared in front of his eyes.

very beautiful.

He was directly swallowed.

When the large leaves withered, all their blood color poured into Li Xuanyang’s body.

“Uh……”

Li Xuanyang struggled, twitched, his eyes widened, and he foamed at the mouth.

Finally, stay still.

he died.

Dead restless.

After he died, his corpse became as bright red as the original leaves, and the veins of the leaves even appeared on the skin. Then, in his mouth, there was a cyan seedling sprouting, which grew rapidly and grew. A small pink-white flower, whether its leaves or flowers, are extraordinarily pure, not stained with blood at all.

The dust gradually dissipated.

It can be seen that there are blood-colored corpses everywhere, the corpses are gradually sinking, and the appearance is not clear, except for those colorful flowers, which symbolize purity and new life.

Qingyun Shenmu is dead, but the place where it once took root has turned into a beautiful sea of flowers like a fairyland, and the flower sponge extends for thousands of miles.

No one will know that the growth of every flower means the death of an orderly family.

In the north of the mainland, there was a sea of flowers, and most of the blood red leaves flew there and eventually withered.

That sea of flowers is bigger and more dreamy, like a fairyland.

Only the Symmetra became a flower.

And on this continent, the mortals of Qingyun who are still living in the mountains and fields are still crying for Shenmu.

Order Celestial Clan will not forget this day.

Because, the history books will record that they killed seven million elite legions on an inconspicuous barren continent.

Among them, 1.8 million died in Qingsoul Sword Peak.

5.2 million, died of Qingyun Shenmu.

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Chapter 12, a big outbreak!

I haven’t written so much in a long time.

After I finished writing, my back was sore and dizzy…but my heart was hot.

Going back to the story of the sun part, compared to the coolness of stepping on people when the geniuses are fighting for the front, the series of themes of war, home, guardian, and changing my life against the sky can make me feel more emotional, as if I was in that scene, together Tears for the death and new life of Qingyun Shenmu.

On this topic, I would also like to say a small episode.

Last Saturday’s three chapters (three chapters that I can’t stand on my knees), I wrote for a long time, the weight is relatively large, and the number of words is relatively large.

After I wrote it that day, I felt refreshed and shocked. I read it again and was once overwhelmed by my talent. Because I haven’t written the story of the sun for a while, and I wrote about oppression and difficulties, I also had a strong resonance, as if the life and death crisis faced by the Qingsoul Temple had affected me.

So well written!

I sighed.

Fire up your blood!

Awesome!

So I happily upload it, waiting for readers to be convinced by my talent.

The next day, I took a look at the comments section with confidence.

Reader: Water.

I spit out a mouthful of old blood on the spot~

The joys and sorrows of the world cannot be connected by 0.0.

I actually talked to my wife about this issue.

(Every time I finish writing, I will let her read it first, so she is Bai Fang’s No. 1 female fan)

I said: Any high C needs the ultimate suppression of the foreshadowing, and then there will be the most violent outbreak. The foreshadowing needs to accumulate the number of words and render it again and again. Although it is more appetizing to arrange the protagonist to appear at the end of the third chapter, in fact, even if I Let him appear early, and Chapter 3 can’t do much that day. It’s better to use it as a bedding to the extreme. Moreover, the two opponents, Li Xuanyang and Xuanyang Army, also need to be designed with details (mi, color) to make readers hostile.

She: Although I say this, but our readers will only have a sense of expectation after reading the foreshadowing. Because of the foreshadowing and rendering part, after everyone watched it, the sense of expectation was created, but they would mistakenly think that the part of ‘creating a sense of expectation’ was useless. We won’t study where our sense of expectation comes from (maybe it will suddenly arise?)… When you write this way, it’s cool to read continuously, but readers who follow it will criticize it, which is very disadvantageous. The key is that you are like this It’s very laborious to write, it’s not as good as ‘water dialogue’, anyway, this is the best water, and we can’t tell the difference.

Me: If you suffer, you will suffer. When you write a book, you should please others first. If you are unhappy, you don’t believe in the story and the joys and sorrows. How can you want the readers to be happy? If I can write and blend in with the characters in the book myself, why not be passionate? I just want ‘water’ difficult to write, strenuous foreshadowing, not ‘water dialogue’! That wood has technical content, and it is not challenging to water!

She: Shabi, you should be!

I:……

(From the first day of writing the book, I have understood a truth, everyone is an individual with different thinking, and a thousand readers have a thousand Hamlets in their hearts, so in order to meet some of the impatience needs of ‘quickly knowing the outcome of the plot’, Therefore, it is not my way to write flowing plots by ignoring the polish, foreshadowing, succession and integration. Every reader will long for a different way of writing and plot development. The way of a writer is to believe in himself and to be in harmony with the characters in the book. I write It’s been ten years since the book, and at least hundreds of readers have taught me how to write a book. I can refer to it, but I can’t believe it.

In this way, even if I sometimes suffer losses, are unpleasant, and are misunderstood, I dare to say that I am not perfunctory in the daily updates. )