Beastmaster of the Ages

With a ferocious look on his face, he roared: "We can't let them escape, Li Tianming must die, and everyone must die!"

"Yes, it will be very troublesome to let Li Tianming go to Xuanyuan Longzong without any worries. Even the Emperor will not be able to deal with him."

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

"But, if they leave on the Star Sea Divine Ship, what can we do? The Sun Palace and Emperor Zun are not here." Someone complained.

This is a real issue.

"I have a solution!"

Li Xuanyang gritted his teeth. He stared at the Qingyun Sacred Tree and said, "Don't these people from the Qingyun Continent value the Qingyun Sacred Tree more than their lives? While they haven't left yet, let's just cut down the tree! Let's see if they can come back!" "

Everyone looked at each other.

Some people wanted to say that the fruit of this tree was very useful, but because they did not want to go against Li Xuanyang, they resisted the idea of ​​​​speaking.

"Everyone, chop down the trees together and kill them!"

"yes!"

For a time, the densely packed Heavenly Clan of Order surrounded the trunk of the Qingyun Sacred Tree, slashing down with swords and consciousness.

Boom boom boom——

This ancient tree, which had lived for countless years, began to tremble and emit a shrill scream.

Buzz!

The tree crowns trembled violently, and countless blood turned into heavy rain and fell. The entire Qingyun Continent could see this tragic scene.

"Sacred tree..."

For a time, countless people followed Qingyun Shenmu and shed tears like rain.

Bang bang bang!

Tree felling continues.

The trunk of the Qingyun Sacred Tree is very thick, but not strong. It will not take long at all if hundreds of thousands of people cut it down.

As the Qingyun Divine Tree tilted, the entire Qingyun Continent was shaking, and the whole world was weeping.

At the burial of Emperor Kowloon, countless cries of sadness resounded.

Everyone looked at the bright red sacred tree that seemed to be burning, with tears rolling down their cheeks. At that moment, they felt the trembling of their blood. The sadness flowed in everyone's heart, making them understand that as weak people, others trample on their dignity and dignity. How painful it is when your home is invaded.

"Sacred tree!"

Bang bang bang!

Everyone in the imperial burial knelt down.

They are about to rush to a new battlefield. 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 did not stop cutting at all.

When he saw the Nine Dragon Emperor buried and gone, he was even more furious.

“Cut it off!!!!”

His scream echoed through the tree canopy again.

Boom!

From a certain moment, the wail of the sacred tree reached the extreme level of despair, and then suddenly turned into an angry roar, as if all the leaves had become vocal cords, shouting out the anger of this ancient creature.

Click!

The trunk of the tree leans.

Completely broken.

Buzz buzz!

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

At that moment, inside the burial site of the Kowloon Emperor, people's eyes widened, tears welled up in their eyes, everyone lost their voice, their eyes were blurred by tears, and the humiliation of losing their home filled their hearts. This loss could never be compensated for in eternity.

The sacred tree has fallen.

No more shade.

There is no more singing of birds and fragrance of flowers that belong to the sun.

There are no more fruits like the sky full of stars.

There is no blood connection anymore.

Children born after this will never know what the beautiful Qingyun sacred tree in their parents' memories looks like.

It has been lush and lush for countless years, irrigating countless generations of life. At the end, it was covered in blood and used its own fall to give the people under its protection the possibility to escape.

Even though the tree species in the Kowloon Emperor's burial were all embryos, they all screamed sadly 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 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 hell!"

After the sacred tree collapsed, dust filled the sky and the entire world fell into a world of dust.

Nothing can be seen clearly.

Buzz!

While Li Xuanyang was yelling and scolding, he seemed to hear a buzzing sound. He opened his eyes wide, trying to see what it was.

Suddenly there was a flash in front of my eyes.

It looks like a bloody leaf?

Ding!

Sure enough, it was a leaf. It was inserted into Li Xuanyang's forehead without warning, and a wound was torn. After that, the leaf turned from bright red to withered yellow, and completely withered.

This showed that the red blood was pouring into Li Xuanyang's body.

"ah--!"

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

"help me!"

Li Xuanyang had no idea what this was. He screamed in horror, trying to attract others' attention.

But the next moment, screams as cruel as his were everywhere.

Even worse than the previous battle.

Everyone was screaming.

The whole world was screaming.

As far as the eye can see, there are blood-colored leaves. So many leaves can only come from the Qingyun Sacred Tree. This means that the leaves of this fallen sacred tree have all flown away.

Puff puff!

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

very beautiful.

He was swallowed directly.

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

"Well……"

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

Finally, motionless.

he died.

I will never die with my eyes in peace.

After he died, his body became as bright red as the original leaves, and the veins of the leaves even appeared on his skin. Then, in his mouth, a small green seedling sprouted. It grew rapidly and sprouted. I picked up a small pink-white flower. Both its leaves and flowers looked extremely pure, without any blood stained at all.

The dust gradually dissipated.

It can be seen that there are bloody corpses everywhere in the area. The corpses are gradually sinking and their appearance cannot be clearly seen. Only the colorful flowers symbolize purity and rebirth.

The Qingyun Sacred Tree is dead, but the place where it once took root has turned into a sea of ​​flowers as beautiful as a fairyland, with the flowers extending for thousands of miles.

No one would know that the growth of every flower means the death of an Order Celestial Clan.

In the north of the continent, there was a sea of ​​flowers. At that time, most of the blood-red leaves were flying over there and eventually withered.

The sea of ​​flowers was bigger and more dreamy, like a fairyland.

Only the Order Heavenly Clan turned into flowers.

And on this continent, the mortals of Qingyun who are still living in the mountains and wilderness are still crying for the sacred trees.

The Order Heavenly Clan will not forget this day.

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

Among them, 1.8 million died at Qinghun Sword Peak.

Five million and two million, died at the Qingyun Sacred Tree.

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Chapter 12, big explosion!

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

After I finished writing, my back ached and I felt dizzy... but my heart was burning.

Returning to the plot of the sun, compared to the thrill of stepping on people when geniuses compete, the series of themes of war, home, guardianship, and changing one's destiny against the will of heaven can make my heart surge, as if I am in that scene, together She shed tears for the death and rebirth of the Qingyun sacred tree.

Regarding this topic, I would like to make a small aside.

I wrote the three chapters last Saturday (the three chapters that I couldn’t stand up on my knees) for a long time. They are relatively large and have a sufficient number of words.

After I finished writing that day, I felt refreshed and amazed. I read it again and was impressed by my own talent. Because I haven’t written about Taiyang for a while, I wrote about oppression and difficulties, and I had a strong resonance with it, as if the life and death crisis faced by Qinghun Palace had affected me.

So well written!

I sighed.

It ignited my own passion!

Awesome!

So I happily uploaded it and waited for readers to be impressed by my talent.

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

Reader: Water.

I spurted out a mouthful of blood on the spot~

The joys and sorrows in the world are indeed incompatible.

Regarding this issue, I actually talked with my wife

(Every time I finish writing, I will let her read it first, so she is Bai Jian’s number one female fan)

I said: Any high C requires extreme suppression and foreshadowing to have the strongest explosion. The foreshadowing requires a cumulative number of words and repeated renderings. Although it is more appetizing to arrange for the protagonist to appear at the end of the third chapter, in fact, even if I If he had been allowed to appear earlier, he wouldn't have been able to do much in Chapter 3 that day. Might as well use it to pave the way to the extreme. Moreover, the two opponents, Li Xuanyang and Xuanyang Jun, also need to be designed with details (color, color) to make readers feel hostile.

She: Although I say this, after reading the foreshadowing, we readers will only arouse a sense of expectation. If we can't catch up at this time, we will think it's watery. Because of the foreshadowing and rendering part, after everyone watched it, the sense of anticipation was created, but they mistakenly thought that the part of "creating a sense of expectation" was useless. We don’t study where our expectations come from (maybe they arise suddenly?)... When you write like this, it feels good when you read it continuously, but the readers who follow you will criticize it. It’s a disadvantage. The key is that you are like this It's very laborious to write, so it's not as good as "water dialogue". Anyway, this is the best water, and it's not easy for us to distinguish.

Me: If you suffer a loss, you will suffer a loss. When writing a book, you should first please yourself. If you are not happy yourself and do not believe in the story and the joys and sorrows, how can you hope that the readers will be happy? If I can write to the point of blending in with the characters in the book, why not worry about being enthusiastic? I just want "water" to be difficult to write and laborious to lay the groundwork for, so there will be no "water dialogue"! There is no technical content in that one, and the water is not challenging!

Her: Shabi, you deserve it!

I:……

(From the first day I wrote the book, I understood that everyone is an individual with different thinking. There are a thousand Hamlets in the hearts of a thousand readers, so in order to satisfy the impatient needs of some people who pursue 'quickly knowing the outcome of the plot', Therefore, it is not my way to write a flowing plot by ignoring polish, foreshadowing, and continuity. Every reader will long for a different writing method and plot development. The way for a writer is to believe in himself and be in harmony with the characters in the book. I write The book has been around for ten years. During this period, at least hundreds of readers have taught me how to write a book. I will refer to it, but I will not believe it.

With my approach, even if I sometimes suffer disadvantages, be disliked, and be misunderstood, I dare to say that I am not perfunctory in my daily updates. )

Having said so much, the [key point] is——

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