The flag is terrible.


    Some of them are broken, with the traces of years, accumulating the dust of time and space.


    They are thrown by their masters from the space-time channel and inserted somewhere in the three thousand circles of chaos, transmitting the unparalleled power of their people, telling which immortal achievements in prehistory.


    It''s scary, all souls!


    It''s just a flag, but so what?


    It''s like the real star Lord came here. The divine power is unpredictable and the heavenly power is terrible. It''s like the tiger king''s circle in the most primitive jungle, proclaiming sovereignty. No one dares to offend.


    In the divine court.


    Wuji is full of decaying Qi, not because his life is approaching, not because his fate is coming to an end, but because he has been badly hurt.


    It was a star Lord named huangquan who made Wuji almost die; If Qimeng had not sacrificed his life to save him, he would have died and could not have lived to this day.


    At this time, an evil, vicious and strange Qi machine has been harassing and entangled in his bone marrow and walking in his Tao.


    "Cough..."


    Without a very light cough, there was black blood flowing along the corners of the mouth.


    He got up alone and staggered for a few steps. When he came out of the hut, he was as tall and straight as a mountain again, walking leisurely.


    Wuji went to the highest floating island.


    This belongs to Lin fan.


    It''s just empty now.


    This is a forbidden area, and so far only he can enter.


    "Brother Lin, I seem to have realized your hardships."


    Wuji coughed one after another. When he arrived here, he didn''t disguise, but unloaded them all. He leaned wearily under a flower tree, and the corners of his mouth kept flowing black and smelly pus and blood.


    "You have supported the divine court for thousands of years without falling down, but how long can I support it? But I really can''t support it."


    Wuji was whispering. He looked at the statue erected by the divine court. It was lifelike, too vivid and vivid, as if Lin Fan really came here. The heavy halberd in his hand pointed diagonally in front, as if he would immediately nail out a halberd and sweep the enemy all over the world.


    In fact, if someone who is proficient in the power of faith is here, he will find the great difference of the statue. There are wisps of white mist shuttling through it, which makes the statue more extraordinary and vulgar.


    All the time, every minute, countless white faith forces come from the stars and wrap around the statue, as if to make the golden statue live.


    "Brother Lin, I know you are still alive. Maybe you will linger outside the era. Can you hear the call of your hundreds of millions of subordinates and believers? They let you return... Let you protect the eternal prosperity of the divine court."


    Wuji whispered, looking very tired, and his face was waxy yellow.


    "Husband, if you can''t hold on, it''s better to die together."


    This is Hua Mengxue, talking about the most sad words with the most brilliant smile.


    Wuji looked at Hua Mengxue and swept the ground beside her with his sleeve robe: "come and sit down."


    Hua Mengxue came slowly, sat in the green grass, and then gently leaned on Wuji''s shoulder and murmured, "my husband, that''s an indomitable hero. He shouldn''t die alone. When he was vigorous, he shocked the stars before his life, and even after his death, he should respect the underground."


    Wuji smiled: "what are you talking about to frighten the stars? Your strength is still too weak; if you can''t take brother Lin''s step, you can''t fight the four great enemies immediately with a horizontal knife."


    Hua Mengxue was a little silent and said, "brother Lin, maybe you can have a statue forever, but at least in my heart, my husband is greater than him."


    Wuji laughed at himself.


    "Let''s go, the Lord of the starry sky is coming back gradually. It''s bad that you haven''t been in the battlefield for a long time." Hua Mengxue gently wiped the blood at the corners of Wuji''s mouth.


    Wuji nodded, then looked at Lin Fan''s statue and sighed, "I know you''re not dead, but where are you? Can you see your God''s court and your brother suffering? Can you hear the cries of many of your subordinates and believers, and can you see that all the people you cherish are leaving blood and tears? Why don''t you return?"


    The statue flashed gently. Maybe it was just the power of faith, and no one cared.


    Of course, no one can find that there is a torrent of faith pouring from nine days away. No one can find that this force of faith deceived heaven and earth, fooled all sentient beings and rushed into the statue.


    "My injury... Maybe it will end my life with me."


    Wuji smiled: "I have nothing else to ask. First, I ask for death in battle, and second, I ask your mother and son to live a safe and happy life."


    "Everything is hopeful."


    Hua Mengxue''s heart suddenly tightened and said, "if Xiao Xi or Lin fan comes back, your injury is nothing."


    "Yes, if his father and daughter are here, I''m hurt, but... Where are they?" Wuji is very open-minded.


    He did not place his hope on anyone and saw through life and death.


    Hua Mengxue is also silent.


    If the father and daughter were there, how could there be so many deaths and injuries in the divine court?


    "Boom!"


    Suddenly, just east of the shenting galaxy, a mushroom cloud bigger than the starry sky rose into the sky.


    At the top of the mushroom cloud, two figures can be seen faintly——


    A peerless face, but at this time, his face was full of murders. The snow-white skirt danced and cut the sky. He was kneading his fist and printing to kill forward.


    Those hands are white and delicate, just like the masterpieces carefully carved by the greatest master for countless years. They are too beautiful and beautiful.


    This is a dream.


    The other, the first demon horn.


    It''s ugly. The magic horn is like the horns of two cows inserted in his head.


    But it was terrible. With a long roar, he roared down endless stars, and then or tens of thousands of Tao me attacked and killed Xiang Qimeng.


    "This is... Little devil?"


    Nonpolar pupil constriction.


    The heart knows that something big has happened!


    This is a famous star Lord who is fighting and fighting with Qimeng.


    The man is famous for his bloodthirsty cruelty.


    Even if the other stars dominate the generation, the people of the same generation can still live and bloom different styles.


    But this man is different. He killed all the outstanding people of his era and directly withered his bright era.


    "No!"


    Hua Mengxue also exclaimed, "Qimeng is invincible! But where are the stars of Kunpeng?"


    "What rat!"


    At this time, the star master of Kunpeng roared grimly. His figure covered the sky and blocked out the sun. His wings spread for millions of miles, and countless big stars could only rotate under his wings.


    With a roar, his wings incited, and countless big stars were rolled up like mud pills; Turn into a torrent of stars and kill right ahead.


    But this terrible attack was swallowed by a sudden big mouth.


    "Kunpeng, didn''t you expect me to die?"


    There was a cold sound.


    "It''s you! It''s you! You''re not dead! You''re not dead!"


    The Kunpeng star Lord roared and showed great anger and radicalism. The Kunpeng, who was crowded with the sky, was trembling.