While this man spoke, Lan Dao finally broke through the resistance and rushed towards him.

The man said in a sarcastic tone, "Don't pretend to be fucking! No one can guess what happened depending on your situation. At the beginning of the poisoning, you knew that Zhengya would encounter something but tried your best to dissolve the poison in your body. You could have corroded your internal organs regardless of the toxicity of your own people, and easily killed Acheng and the others.

But you are greedy for life and fear death, ignoring the harm your sister will encounter, and just thinking about killing the poison. Now you are holding her body and pretending to show it to? No matter how good you protect, you are a dead corpse! You are just a mess."

When he saw Zhengya and Zheng clearly, Lan Dao had instantly guessed the roughly what happened, and the conclusion he came to was almost the same as the person's words of attacking his heart. But he also knew in his heart that with Zheng's reason and decisiveness, he would certainly make a choice. At that time, he would definitely think that Zhengya would not die at least, and would definitely be able to force out the toxins in his body before his life was threatened.

This is a rational decision, but it is also ruthless.

When the final result is Masaya's death, how strong is he suffering?

It was not ordinary strength. After the man said this, he was originally calm and as if he was struck by lightning, his body-protecting true energy instantly dissipated. He was just staying on the spot, and several immortal swords took the opportunity to penetrate his body without hesitation.

Lan Dao failed to rescue him in time, but in fact he could not rescue him at all. At this moment, his true energy was weak and he could not block any attacks with powerful true energy. Protecting others was different from his own against the enemy. Whether it was to release or borrow the force, the effect of leveraging the force was inevitably greatly reduced. At this moment, the crowd surrounding him was the best in all the blocks in the fallen city.

He suddenly encountered a nearly fatal blow and was recovering from the chaos. At this moment, no one needed to comfort and remind him. The rational person knew very well that even if he had made mistakes in his past decisions, he had to fight out now. Even if he didn't live, he would never let Zhengya's body be ravaged!

"You go! I will never let Zheng Ya be ravaged again."

As he said this, he started to use the unique skills of the Immortal Flame Sect to Burn Jiutian. He saw a red light burst out from his sword and entered the sky. The clouds rolling in the sky were like a sudden fire, and they turned into fire clouds in the blink of an eye.

A fire phoenix's body gradually appeared from the fire clouds, and the sudden anger sounded sharply and sharp. A person with a slightly lower cultivation fell to the ground and fell into a coma. Even a person with a high level of cultivation had a tumultuous qi and blood in his body, and his mind was in chaos.

A giant pillar of flame fell from the sky.

Lan Dao ran away from the road, and Zheng was already crazy. Zheng Ya's affairs made him feel deeply guilty. He lived here for a long time and his mind had changed a lot. At this moment, he was hit hard by someone with words. He knew that he could not survive and used such uncontrollable magic of destruction.

He turned his grief and anger into destruction.

Fireworks spread at high speed from the sky, completely swallowing up the entire East Block. If it weren't for the Fallen City Lord's Guards around the East Block using formations to resist the spread of the destructive rage, it would be unknown whether there would be ten living people left in the entire city.

Although Lan Dao tried his best to escape, he still failed to avoid it. He jumped up and was swallowed by the crazy spreading fireworks. Even if he was rushing to reincarnate in his life and death, how could he remove such terrible energy at this time?

Under the powerful backlash of energy, the whole body threw and fell from the sky like a kite with a broken string towards the east city gate, and finally crashed into the soil beside a big tree, and the skin of the whole body was burned to carbon black.

Not to mention the Fallen City, there is no way to find a complete building within the entire East Block formation. The sky fire burned all living beings, including the seeker himself and the corpse he protected, and it was completely destroyed.

Lan Dao, whose body was buried underground, clearly heard a familiar and unfamiliar voice in a trance:

"At that time, we had no choice. We were not too scared or hopeful. We could only stay like this, continue our lives, and slowly wait for dawn numbly. Life is a dream, a dream..."

It turned out that he fell to the madman's old man, and suddenly thought sadly in his heart, "The person who lives here has died from the beginning."

Lan Dao's consciousness gradually became blurred, and in a trance, a feeling of unwillingness rushed straight into his mind. 'I am not them, how could I die in such a place...'

The sudden and clear expression of the Rilan Changfeng's face when he was facing the natural disaster, and the words that had long been forgotten in the corner, "If you still take action in the end, you don't have to continue practicing in the future!"

The way of heaven is ruthless, and the fate environment will not give you a second chance because of your indomitableness. I always think that the lost power will eventually be possessed again over time, but can time calmly give you a chance?

God will not regret your unique qualifications, nor will he sympathize with you...

‘I don’t have that time anymore…’ Lan Dao sadly discovered that he had too many of the words and truths of his father at that time.

Lan Dao's consciousness was completely blackened.

Only the old man muttered himself as if he was never changing, always echoing...

"At that time, we had no choice. We were not too scared or hopeful. We could only stay like this, continue our lives, and slowly wait for dawn numbly. Life is a dream, a dream..."

Dream.

The vast blue ocean is endless, the flying seabirds, the gentle and pleasant colorful sunshine are constantly slapping on the waves on the beach sand.

Everything makes the standing body feel like being in a dream.

In the sun, Eyun, who had fair skin, stared at the confused Lan Dao with a smile on his face.

"It's you."

The woman who appeared in the real and illusion countless times, the woman who looked very similar to Eyun. A woman who never said her name and always stared at her with affectionate eyes but did not speak.

Lan Dao originally thought she would never talk to him, but at this moment, her bright red lips finally slowly opened.

"You're dying, can you give me a child?"

It seems like not long ago, and it seems like a very distant memory gradually becomes clear. The fireworks falling from the sky, the burning and violent pain, and the helplessness of the passing of life, are remembered one by one.

"I'm almost dying."

"Well, but I will give you a child, your child." The dreamy woman said with a smile on her face, with no sorrow, no joy, no attachment, and no reluctance in her tone. She was only calm and gentle, as if she was unchanged forever, as if she was eternal.

"Who are you? Why are you always appearing in my dreams? Why are you willing to speak until I am about to die?" In the past few years, I have never got the answer, and it is still the same.

The woman had no intention of answering these things, but instead tilted her head slightly and asked softly, "Did you marry Eyun just because she looks too much like me?"

Lan Dao was stunned and blurted out, "Isn't she you?"

The woman chuckled like the spring breeze. Thousands of flowers and plants of all kinds on the coast broke through the ground one after another and then bloomed.

Like a dream.

"You have a close eye. I will give you a child. I know what you want to tell him, what you want him to inherit yours, and what you want him to know. He will be born from the world, carry on everything you want him to know, inherit everything you have lost, and continue the future that you cannot accomplish..."

Lan Dao was anxious and reached out to grab the dreamy figure, spinning around, everything was shattered, and his consciousness that should have long been dead and disappeared.

'Why?'

A question that can never be asked again.

When Lan Dao's charred corpse was discovered, it was already late at night. He would be interested in paying attention to the life and death of such a person. At this moment, there was only the guards of the Lord of the Fallen City, and the body was quickly sealed and taken away.

It seems like there has never been such a person here.

When the East Block gradually began to rebuild, the ruins finally returned to their original appearance, which was three years later.

The Fallen City is still the same, but the city lord has been replaced, but the people who originally occupied various blocks have changed. As time goes by, the crowds of people who have been unable to gain a foothold in the outside world have gradually continued to live the lives that countless people have repeated, interpreting stories that have been repeated countless times.

Does anyone know that the deceased person would cry in the charred body?

In a rarely known place, a beautiful woman is doing this. Dozens of people around her seemingly sincerely comforting her, while more people are silent and don’t know how to comfort her. A man who is already strange and has no connection, a man who everyone here wants to die, is not knowing how to comfort the sad beautiful woman.

After a long time, the crying woman finally stood up, and smiled mockingly, sweeping the faces of everyone around her.

Finally, he laughed out loud like a nervous self, and his unrestrained abnormality made people feel even more crazy.

"Aren't you always regretting? I am sorry that as the eldest daughter of Yi family, I have lost your teachings since I was a child, and it is too far from your expectations. How long do you want to have a qualified me to replace you, but no one of you dares to say that!"

Yiyun laughed wildly, and she was overwhelmed and unintentionally suppressed.

"You dare not. All the daughters of Yi family have powerful abilities that are incomparable to other people for millions of years. Those who go against their right position will be cursed, and the disaster will never be spared. The heir of the Demon Lord, I am not! The Demon Lord you are looking forward to is not me. I cannot be a puppet, and I cannot make you completely obey like facing the Demon Lords of all generations."

I don’t know who said comforting me, “Miss, everyone knows that you are sad. But don’t say that. Since childhood, you will inevitably lose your mind and nature. But it won’t take long to become the real master of the Earth Demon Sect.”

"Just! A big joke, the Demon Lord is not me, but some of you should not be happy and proud. I will die, this is my destiny, but my daughter, inherit everything from me, bears my daughter who has not completed her future, and my child will become the Demon Lord. This is a destiny, and none of you can resist or violate it. She will not be your back. You must call her the eldest sister like you call me. Hahahaha..."

"No one dares to disobey, nor no one dares! I will replace you, the Demon Lord, who will grow up in the Dimo ​​Sect, and will be educated and raised by you elders. The Emperor and I will disappear in the fire, and our daughter will be born in the fire. She will inherit everything from me, including my name, kneel down and greet your sect leader, Yiyun!"

The black fireworks burned as Eyun's words fell into a crazy form, wrapped around the charcoal-like corpse and the evil and charming body, and swallowed up with the wanton and crazy laughter and turned into dust.

The statue in the Earth Demon Temple, wearing thick armor and unable to see its face, suddenly became bright. Everyone who thought it was extremely absurd, was kneeling down and bowing one after another with fear.

In the black flames of hell, a small baby girl's body gradually took shape, and the crying sounds spread clearly, and the black light of the Demon Lord statue became even more intense.

"Greetings to the Demon Lord Yiyun Sect Master!"

Neatly, with infinite awe, the sound of reverberating in the temple.

Miss Seven slowly raised her beautiful face and stared at the baby girl surrounded by the black flames of hell. Her deep helplessness and despair gradually covered her bright eyes.

At the same time, next to the street outside the east gate of the Fallen City, a baby boy suddenly appeared in the arms of the old man who always muttered to himself. He did not cry or laugh, but only looked around with his bright big eyes curiously.

No one would pay attention to this crazy old man, and no one would hear the old man's whisper.

"I raised him to grow up?" There was surprise in his tone. In the eyes of others, the beautiful woman who was clearly visible was going to raise her child for such a confused old man?

"Well. You haven't lived long. When he is a man, you happen to die. Let him call you master. All the stories he should know are in this booklet, and this sword will be handed over to him later, as well as this Zhenwu scroll.

When you are about to die, remember to let him take this token and worship the Taishang Zhen Zun of the Forgetful Sect. You must follow the methods in the booklet to train and cultivate his abilities since childhood. Don’t feel too cruel and soft-hearted.”

The old man trembled and opened the booklet, then his face tightened, and his tone trembled and said, "How can he bear it? This is not training at all, it is abuse and torture!"

The woman smiled, but the cold light shone in her eyes, and she said softly, "As long as he does, he is very human and can bear it. If he doesn't suffer very hardship, how can he become a good person? After doing these things well, I will give you a happy next life and be able to reunite with your lost lover. If you do it well, I will give you a reunion for life."

The old man was surprised and said in a trembling tone, "Is she okay? Can I really see her again? Is there really a next life? Are you a god?"

"I am a god, and the god that Emperor Tianxuan wants to bow to. I promised you will do it. If you want to see it, do what you entrust to you and wait quietly for more than ten years. Remember, if you do not do well, you and her will be cursed for life, and you will watch her die early in your arms again and again."

"No, don't do this. I will do it well. What's the name of this kid?"

"Landy."—

As for off topic, the plot and word count of the preface are less than estimated, which makes this section too small and helpless.

There are constantly confused book friends about who is the protagonist. Now I can answer everyone, this baby Landi is.
Chapter completed!