Doomsday Horror Storm

Chapter 7: The last day!

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After the flames burned for a few minutes, Tianzhe's body turned into a blue elixir, fragrant, bright in color, round and smooth.

Little Phoenix raised his hand, and the blue elixir floated in front of it. He looked at it with big bright eyes, puffed out his mouth in dissatisfaction, and muttered: "The quality is so poor, worse than the last one, why is it not available?"

A better one." He said and threw it to Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan was not polite and raised his hand to take it. He took a look and saw that the blue pill was glowing with a faint light. On it, there was an animal pattern that looked like a lion, majestic and tall.

Yang Xuan sighed, handed the elixir to Xiao Jin, and said, "Take it and absorb it."

Xiao Jin asked in astonishment: "You don't want it?"

Yang Xuan shook his head and sighed: "I am a dying person. No matter how strong I am, I can't increase my life span by one day. Now, my realm has reached the peak of the power of nine stones. Only by becoming a saint can I make it possible."

The lifespan increases and suddenly reaches one hundred thousand years."

"But……"

Yang Xuan lowered his head.

"It's so difficult to be a saint. Although I have the power to fight saints now, my own realm has not broken through the shackles of life. Saint, saint..."

Yang Xuan suddenly smiled.

"Heaven and earth are unkind and regard all things as stupid dogs."

"However, the saint is unkind and treats the common people as stupid dogs."

"A saint can also be called Xiaotiandao, Tiandao is ruthless, and a saint is also ruthless."

"Only by forgetting love can one become a saint immediately."

Yang Xuan sighed suddenly, turned around slowly, and said no more. Although becoming a saint can live for a hundred thousand years, how could he forget the beautiful figure in white who died for himself and lay on the ice for thousands of years?

With her smile that is not stained by a trace of dirt...

Yuyao...

Yang Xuan walked towards the earth silently.

Xiao Jin and Xiao Fenghuang looked at each other and surprisingly did not speak, but slowly followed Yang Xuan.

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on the earth.

On this day, too many things happened, and everyone was still confused.

First of all, two mysterious old men in white robes rushed to Yuxuan Pavilion and wanted someone, and the person they wanted was Yang Xuan, the God of Death. Secondly, what really shocked everyone was that these two old men were legends.

The saint in the book has the power to destroy the planet at the turn of his hand.

This is definitely not an earthling

Since the end of the world, no one has grown at such a terrifying rate. Even Qin Hong in the new world, although he has always been mysterious and powerful, has only the power of six stones at most, far from reaching the holy realm.

Next, Yang Xuan turned into a gray-haired old man for some unknown reason. In order to avoid innocent casualties, he resolutely accompanied the two old men to space...

Everyone knew that Yang Xuan could hide all the time. Anyway, these two old men would not know that the person they were looking for had turned into a white-haired old man.

However, if Yang Xuan does not come out, it will not only be Yuxuan Pavilion that will suffer, but also the entire earth.

However, something even more incredible happened next.

The sun, which had been drifting in space for hundreds of millions of years, exploded

When everyone saw this picture from the satellite, their brains were short-circuited and they were completely dumbfounded.

The earth was instantly plunged into darkness.

Wow~~~

Yang Xuan swept down from the sky and arrived above Longchen Mountain. Suddenly, he saw Wang Chen and others walking back and forth on Zichen Peak, anxious and restless.

Yang Xuan felt warm in his heart and walked over.

"It's over, it's over. Brother Yang was taken away by those two bastards. He will definitely die." Ye Feng frowned anxiously.

Wang Zhen sat silently on a rock, wiping the purple sword in his hand.

Wang Chen's eyes were dull, and he stood there, muttering in a low voice: "I shouldn't have retreated, I shouldn't have retreated..." His fists clenched loudly, and blood flowed from the edges.

boom

Yang Xuan took a step forward, avoiding the air, as if welcoming a saint.

"I'm back." Yang Xuan appeared above everyone's heads and said with a smile.

Ye Feng, Wang Zhen and others raised their heads in shock. When they saw Yang Xuan, they all burst out with joy and excitement.

"You're okay, did those two old monsters let you go?" Wang Zhen looked at Yang Xuan with clear eyes, and there was a smile on this man's face.

Yang Xuan smiled slightly and said: "Let me introduce you to a person. It is a little phoenix. I was saved by it." He pointed at the little phoenix behind him.

Only then did everyone notice the beautiful and cute little phoenix, and their eyes showed surprise. They had only heard rumors about ancient mythical beasts like the phoenix, but this was the first time they saw it.

Yang Xuan greeted Ye Feng and others, chatted for a while, looked at the time, and said, "I'll go see her."

Just as Ye Feng and others were about to speak, Yang Xuan turned around and left, flying towards the thatched house.

"What's going on? He seems unhappy." Wang Chen looked at Yang Xuan's back and frowned.

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In front of the thatched house, Yang Xuan landed and walked into the house. He saw the huge Wanzai Ice Bed at a glance. On it, Yu Yao was dressed in white. She was as beautiful as a banished immortal. She was holy and could not afford to live.

Blasphemous heart.

There was a smile on the corner of her mouth.

Yang Xuan was silent for a moment, then slowly walked over, sat beside her bed, and stared at her pretty face, with her delicate nose and picturesque eyebrows. He couldn't help but be fascinated by it for a moment.

"I still remember that I was lying on a chair under the old locust tree. The sun was shining that day and the sky was blue. You came over and the two of us sat on the chair under the tree, chatting, chatting..."

"Remember, in the new world, you are not afraid of life and death and follow me secretly..."

Yang Xuan suddenly felt a trace of pain in his eyes and lowered his head.

The air is silent.

Although it was dusk in the afternoon, due to the little phoenix, the sun broke and it became pitch black. However, with Yang Xuan's eyesight, he could still see scenes within a radius of dozens of kilometers.

Inside the thatched house, a dead silence fell.

Time passed by quietly and bit by bit. Yang Xuan just stared at Yu Yao's pretty face silently. His face became older and older. In just a short moment, dozens of wrinkles appeared on his face.

It looks like a sculpture, with a dead look on its face.

For a long time, for a long time...

Yang Xuan's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he wished he could close his eyes immediately and have a good sleep, but the person he remembered in his heart was right in front of him...

He tried hard to raise his eyes, but his vision became blurry, and the familiar cheek also became hazy like fog in his eyes, making it difficult to see clearly. Yang Xuan smiled bitterly in his heart, and slowly lowered his head, closing his eyes feebly.

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My body seems to be unwilling to move even a finger. Only my consciousness can still think, but I am getting more and more tired and sleepy...

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