Looking at the familiar faces in front of them, the worried looks, the monks who had survived despair in the yellow sky could no longer suppress the emotions in their hearts and cried.

I don't know whether it was blood or tears flowing on their faces, at this moment, they finally had a feeling of going home,

The lives of hundreds of millions of monks in this battle were forever left in the yellow sky, but nothing was gained, only remorse and endless pain.

This heartbreak will accompany them for the rest of their lives, until the moment they enter the ground, forever!

The many giants in the starry sky were silent, unable to say a word, no comfort, and no complaints.

Because this is the path they have chosen for themselves, even if they die on the road, they will finish it on their knees......

Li Qinglian hugged Chitaki and quietly looked at the remaining monks and cried, without the slightest expression on her face, and her eyes were full of silence.

All this is over after all.

For the sake of these people's lives, Li Qinglian's oil ran out, Qianlong was seriously injured, and Xiangzhu fell into a deep sleep, and the price was too great.

At this moment, Li Qinglian didn't know what she was feeling in her heart, was it hate? No, was it annoyance, was she complaining? Neither was it......

It was as if my heart was about to be torn apart, and I couldn't breathe.

At this moment, I saw that above the green darkness, there were streamers with a glowing white color slowly falling, falling towards the boundless desolate land.

Dragging a brilliant white tail of light, across the starry sky.

At first, there were only a few, but as time passed, the white light took up almost the entire starry sky like a shooting star.

Turned into light and rain, sprinkled on the world.

It wasn't a meteor, but a stream of soul power that was pure to the limit, without sanity, let alone thought, and what brought them together was an astonishing amount of willpower.

Maybe it's the desire for victory, maybe it's the expectation for the future, maybe it's the longing for hometown in my heart, and the unwillingness to do all this.

Light and rain sprinkled on the world, pure soul power spread all over the mountains and rivers, grass and trees, at this moment, the grass and trees become spirits, and the mountains and rocks open their minds.

Even ordinary mortals, the monks could feel the wisps of warm breath warming their hearts, and their bodies seemed to contain infinite power.

Under the influence of this force, even the newborn baby has a higher level of talent.

This is the homecoming journey of the billionaires who died in the yellow sky, and it is their last will and last strength to give back to this world that gave birth to them and raised them, and is grateful!

Even if you die, you must pass on this last hope!

At this moment, the sound of grief in the desolate world is endless, and the billionaires are finally killed on the battlefield, and nothing has changed.

Li Qinglian looked up at the sky, hundreds of millions of light rain fell in his eyes, at this moment, his eyes were already blurred by tears, and a numbness was about to rush to the heavenly spirit.

The blood in the body seems to be rekindled, boiling, and then looking at the desolate world, it seems that it is no longer so depressed, and there is inexplicably a little more vitality, although it is weak, but it is real.

Li Qinglian saw the future in the great world of the wilderness, a future that belongs to everyone.

For some reason, looking at the hundreds of millions of light and rain, all the unhappiness in Li Qinglian's heart disappeared, and a free and easy smile appeared on her face, and she muttered: "All this is not over yet, is it...... Hope has always been in the hands of this mortal world. ”

"Road, keep going......!"

The sudden open-mindedness of mind allowed Li Qinglian to take a step further with this seriously injured body, which is a relief above the soul, which is more important than anything else.

Many desolate giants are also red-eyed, even if they die, they don't want to abandon this world......

Although the billionaire who died above the yellow sky took the wrong path, the ambition to fight the sky carried in his heart was real, and he even did not hesitate to pay for it!

What reason does Li Qinglian have to blame them? Let everything turn into a cloud and pass away......

At this moment, Qianlong, who had come slowly, realized that he seemed to be holding something in his hand, and looked down at the dying Emperor Yu.

The moment he broke into the immortal space, Chitaki didn't have time to put him into the cave......

The weight from the separation of immortals made the already dying Emperor Yu even worse, looking at the Emperor Yu in his hand, where is there any solemn appearance, alive like a ball of mashed meat!

"Qinglian, save him, he's Dayu!" Qianlong pulled Li Qinglian's arm and said.

At this moment, looking at the lump of minced meat, Li Qinglian couldn't help but stare at her, he never thought that Dayu would end up in such an embarrassed state.

There was not the slightest breath on his body, and Li Qinglian even doubted that he was dead!

But he hasn't, the last breath in his chest has never been dispersed, he doesn't see the safety of all beings, he doesn't want to die, otherwise he will be sorry for everyone's sacrifice.

Li Qinglian squatted down, and did not dislike Dayu's body that had been broken into rotten meat, carefully examined every injury, and infused it with the breath of life to continue his life!

But before Li Qinglian could exert his strength, a wave of dizziness struck, and he almost fell down between his swaying, and Li Qinglian was already overdrawn due to repeated mood swings and movements.

However, now that there is no delay, Li Qinglian said weakly: "This is Dayu, hurry! I can't do it, you guys, you must keep his life, Dayu must not die!"

Only then did Fu Xi and the others realize that the piece of rotten meat that was "dragged" back by Qianlong was actually transformed by a living person, and it was also the Emperor Yu!

Fu Xi, Bodhi, and Hongyun didn't say a word, and hurriedly took over, all with solemn faces, and the Taoism in their hands did not stop.

All of them are ancestor-level figures, and they have a lot of means, even if it is a white bone, they can be saved.

But after a while, Bodhi sighed: "Guzun, it's not that I can't save it, it's just that Dayu is ...... He has no power to return to heaven, my blood bodhisattva can't lift the slightest effect, there is no way to save it, and he can't keep it......"

Fu Xi's eyes were red at the moment, and he still didn't give up, although Dayu did a lot of things that made him gnash his teeth, but before this, the two were close friends!

Dayu was brought out by him, and he once led the characters together, sharing joys and sorrows, and sharing weal and woe! This kind of fetters is not broken when it is broken......

But even if Fu Xi tried his best, he was still powerless to return to the sky, hoping to be passed on, looking at the safety of all living beings, the last wisp of Qi in Dayu's chest slowly dispersed.

There is no longer a desire to live, and everything is exhausted, but there is no power to return to heaven, and there is no doubt that he will die.

Fu Xi's eyes were red, he couldn't control his emotions anymore, in front of all beings, bean-sized tears fell on Dayu's chest, he had seen too much life and death, but every time he couldn't let go,

The parting of life and death is the most sacrificial death.

He yelled: "You can't die, you must not die, have you forgotten your oath?

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