Douba's Strongest Master System

Chapter 66 There is an old saying on the blue planet (add 4000 collections and more)
"I! I won't lose!"

This is a dragon roar, but when it falls into this world, it turns into human words.

He is Zulong, the Zulong born from the starry sky.

Even Emperor Yuhua couldn't really kill him!
However, his pupils reflected a figure so tiny that it could no longer be tiny, it was this tiny human being who forced him to show his blood essence.

It was also this human who summoned Wan Jian with sword intent, broke the seal of the altar, and broke everything about him.

In the face of this unparalleled fighting spirit and the soaring Galaxy, he will not really be defeated.

However, he can no longer consume the power of the Panlong Killing Formation to fight.

Because the flower bud from the downstream of time is getting stronger and stronger, if he doesn't swallow the endless sea of ​​bitterness of Xiao Nannan, then he will be counterattacked by the endless sea of ​​suffering of Xiao Nannan and become her wedding dress in the sea of ​​suffering.

His nostalgic eyes glanced around, and finally fell back on Chen Qiye.

He really admired this monk who was only a first-rank Sendai.

Perhaps, this is the reason why there are so many arrogances of the human race who can prove the Tao and become emperors!
They may be born weak, they have no incomparable blood, no body against the sky, no... Compared with the ancient tribes, they can go up against the sky in one era after another, spanning the long years, and even being arbitrary.

The next moment, his figure completely disappeared, including the huge dragon-shaped phantom on the Panlong Mountain, all submerged in the sea of ​​misery of Xiaonannan.

The Ascension God Map was gone, and the confrontation with Emperor Zhundi's blood and blood shattered the Panlong killing formation, and he lost the blessing of Emperor Zhundi's blood and essence. There were many tiny cracks in the air, which meant that this world was really about to collapse, and at the same time , a huge voice sounded in the distant sky, like a thunder.

The gust of wind came to the ground from a high altitude in an instant, and then went thousands of miles away.

The sand and gravel flew up, the moss was peeled off, and the grass and trees flew from the ground.

'Boom! ''Boom! ''Boom! '

This is the sound of the fire hitting the sky. Everyone looked up at the sky. This scene is no different from the end of the world. The sky fell.

Chen Qiye didn't listen to the thunder at the end of the sky, and didn't consider the picture after the sky collapsed. Instead, he recalled the nameless fairy sword and focused his eyes on the little girl in the void.

She was surrounded by layers of halo, her tender and stubborn cheeks were full of pain, suffering and unwillingness.

The flowers are blooming, the flowers are withering, the flowers are blooming again...

The flower bud of the long river of time fought with the blood of the Emperor Zhundi to the death again and again.

"Where are you going?" He was a little sad when he heard Lu Junchu's voice. The flow of time in this world quickly took away his time, and he only had the last day left to stay here.

"The sky is falling."

Chen Qiye took a deep breath and said three simple words.

After thinking about it, he turned back and smiled at Lu Junchu's white teeth. Even though he now has bloodstains and cracks on his face, it does not prevent the gentleness and charm of his smile.

"There is an old saying in our hometown, when the sky is falling, a tall person must bear it."

He tilted his head, thinking about what he should have said.

Lu Junchu was slightly startled, a little confused.

Wang Ran was only for a moment, and she quickly woke up and knew what Chen Qiye was going to do.

Lu Junchu raised his hand with some difficulty, and wiped some blood on his cheek with the gentleness of his fingers, very soft and gentle, just like a mother stroking her child.

"You're not really tall..."

Lu Junchu thought about it for a while, but still said this sentence: "What's more...their life and death have nothing to do with you..."

You are not a hero and do not need to be responsible for the lives of others.

Even if you are a hero, I don't want you to be a hero.

"You're right, their lives and deaths have nothing to do with me."

Chen Qiye's eyes fell on Bai Ningbing, Su Shuan, Ye Guxue and others who were coming towards him, and finally smiled very gratified, everyone was still alive.

"But your life and death are related to me."

Chen Qiye stroked Lu Junchu's blue silk gently, and said with a smile, "You are really beautiful..." Maybe it was a compliment, maybe it was a confession, maybe it was...

It doesn't matter anymore.

When the voice fell, the Dao pattern on his body climbed again, the robe hunted up in the Dao pattern, and the breath was like a rainbow.

Sendai Tier [-]!

The realm of power!

"I'm the tallest one now."

Chen Qiye stood on the bluestone Shinto, watching those who started to escape from the altar, and the groups of monsters, ferocious birds, and those who were smashed by fire...

The mournful screams began to sound, and some monsters, fierce birds and even practitioners were hit by the flowing fire and died.

These sad voices were constantly reminding him that the sky was about to fall.

When this sky collapses, all living beings will face the blow of destruction. How many can escape... No one has given him the answer.

He doesn't want this answer either.

As long as his friends are alive, it is enough for him to leave this dimensional world alive.

Sometimes, a short journey can be a lifetime.

At least, we have seen the most beautiful scenery together.

At least, we've lived through life and death together.

At least……

The hurricane rolls and rolls, and more and more streams of fire are burning. This is the fire borrowing the wind.

One after another, the buds are still in full bloom, and the struggle between Xiao Nannan and Zhundi's blood is still not over.

However, Chen Qiye knew that he was about to lose, because even his own world was about to be destroyed.

The fire was getting stronger and stronger, and the roar trembled for a long time, like countless bombs bombarding in the void...

At this time, a large net crossed the far sky and caged towards the long sky, covering up a bombardment, and a thin and old figure came.

Under the big net, the monks raised their heads one after another, with a hint of relief on their horrified and pale faces, that they were rescued once.

Yes, saved once, not saved.

Because the sky continues to collapse, the flow of fire will only increase, and death will only get faster and faster.

"go!"

The thin and old figure erupted into a roar, awakening the stunned cultivator for a moment, and then a mouthful of blood 'puchi' spurted out.

Even if he has the strength of the second rank of Sendai, he will not be able to maintain it for too long.

"Go!"

This was the second time he roared, he was just yelling at a person.

He did not expect that a person would ascend to the sky at such a time, even if he was also a monk of the second level of Sendai, facing the endless flames and the fragmented sky, the second level of Sendai was too weak and too small.

When he looked carefully, he saw the sword, the sword that almost took his life.

"Are you Chen Qiye?"

Fu Heng's surprised voice resounded in the roar, and at this moment, everyone's eyes were awakened from fear, and they saw a blood-stained figure again holding a sword.

Is this the first time?

He broke through again!
He came up with the sword again!
Everyone's eyes are mixed with difficult emotions, is it shock, moved... or what?Can't tell, can't explain.

It's just that many, many people's eyes are wet.

"Old Chen, what the hell are you doing! Come back! Come back! It's heaven!" Bai Ningbing tore his throat and shouted, and blue veins climbed up his cheeks.

Ye Guxue breathed heavily, her eyes fixed on Chen Qiye.

Su slowly supported Lu Junchu, pursed his lips and said nothing, but the corners of his eyes were a little wet.

"Let's go!"

Lu Junchu's face was pale and his eyes were firm. She looked at the young man who quietly left her, and said this emotionless sentence.

"why!"

Bai Ningbing turned his head sharply, his eyes were splitting, like a furious lion, staring at Lu Junchu viciously and roaring: "We can't leave Lao Chen, we're going to die, I'll die with Lao Chen!"

'Snapped! '

This crisp slap resounded between them.

"Sober up, don't let his efforts go to waste."

"He promised me that he would survive."

The sad voice was full of endless sorrow, and Lu Junchu was telling them that this was Chen Qiye's promise.

But when it fell to their ears, it was more like Lu Junchu was persuading himself to believe in an impossible fact.

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