Xia Yu's whole body began to crack, just like when he died on the ancient battlefield.

This sequelae is to make Xia Yu die again, really die!

Whether Xia Yu can survive depends on himself.

Light spots appeared on Hongya and Xia Yu, and they were about to leave.

Soon, the two of them appeared in the little black house.

Maybe I haven't spoken for a long time. So many people have finally come today. "Tsk tsk tsk! I'm really alive. I advised him not to go. If he had been through his heyday, he could have survived, but it's not possible now!"

Hongya looked down at Xia Yu with her hair disheveled.

"He can't stand it, I'll help him!"

"Just kidding! How do you help?" the voice laughed.

Hongya squatted down, separated her wrists and gushed out, sprinkled on Xia Yu's body, and then she lay beside Xia Yu, holding Xia Yu's hand, the two began to become one, Hongya began to enter with her breath

Inside Xia Yu's body.

"You said that you are living towards death, right? If you can't live, I will die with you!" Hongya began to pour her mental power into Xia Yu's body.

Xia Yu began to absorb the blood, and the life breath of the two people became smaller and smaller.

After a long time, the person in the coffin sighed, "It's over, the two of them really died together."

At the same time, he felt a little admiration in his heart. He had met many people, but those people were not even at the ninth grade, and at the lowest was the tenth grade. Such people had a problem.

That is, they pursue the great way, and the great way is ruthless. Even marriage is for the great way. In which era is called a partner.

He didn't know what other people were doing. Anyway, he thought it was not good. It was so good in front of him. Although he had never experienced it, he didn't understand it very much, let alone he was still a Taoist.

But he was just the first Taoist in the world. It was very embarrassing. As the first Taoist, he was not the Taoist ancestor.

Just as the first person in the world and the first Taoist priest had just finished sighing, the door behind him was kicked open. Although Yang Ziwu was "middle-aged, his smile still remained unabated!"

"Hahaha, I just said that it would never work without me!"

Willow branches grew on Yang Ziwu, instilling vitality into the two of them.

Gradually, the two people's vital signs recovered, and Yang Ziwu stopped. Just stay alive, there is no need to waste anything.

Yang Ziwu carried two people with one shoulder and said, "Wow, senior, I hope I can see you again one day. When you see you, you must stand and chat with me. It's very rude!"

Yang Ziwu left the door, his slender figure, long white hair, and the light outside the door fell on him, and he was destined to be light!

Yang Ziwu left the ancient battlefield, left the cave heaven, appeared in the Qiantang Demon Realm, slowly left, and arrived at the Qiantang River. There were many people standing on the bank, three generations of geniuses, who rode in the light and watched Yang Ziwu return slowly.

Carrying two people.

Everyone couldn't help but turn red eyes. Xia Yu, Hong Ya, and Yang Ziwu, who was about to die.

Lin Yi, who had just returned here, looked lonely, looked confused, but even he himself didn't know why Li Daoqing, who was trembling with his hands, and Zhang Qing, who looked more beautiful than Xu Gong, no one knew that he was going straight to the ghost gate in the ancient battlefield, asking questions.

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No one knows what they have experienced. Two months, in just two months, for them, it seems to be twenty years, two hundred years so long.

Everyone knows that these people are different and they are about to start soaring into the sky.

Yang Ziwu walked in and handed Xia Yu and Hongya to the others, looking at Xu Yuanyou. He looked older than Xu Yuanyou now, but still showed his iconic white teeth.

"Master, this time it won't work, I almost couldn't stand it anymore. Can I give you some vacation?"

Xu Yuanyou nodded with a smile, "Of course! Give you half a month's vacation!"

Yang Ziwu nodded, shook his head slightly, seeing so many people.

Still couldn't help it, Yang Ziwu's eyes turned red and his mouth was pursed, "I almost died."

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"If you want to cry, cry, no one will laugh at you!"

Yang Ziwu shook his head strongly, "It's okay, it's okay..."

Yang Ziwu took out a lot of books, "Take the books in Gaizhushan, please take them back and interpret them!"

I got a knife, but the knife has not been named yet. Can you give it a name? Yang Ziwu took out the knife he got in Gaizhushan!

Xu Yuanyou looked at it, the blade was glowing with green light, and he slowly spoke, "This knife is named Rise! How about it?"

Yang Ziwu nodded with a smile, looked at everyone, and took a long breath.

"Everyone, do you have a camera? Let's leave a photo here!"

Xu Yuanyou smiled, "The camera may not be used, I'll find a painting hand!"

Xu Yuanyou disappeared from the spot.

After a while, Xu Yuanyou came back and brought an old man with tools in his hand. At the same time, he also came back with the champion Hou.

Champion Hou smiled, "How can you not have me if you take photos and so on something like this? Add me one!"

Everyone began to discuss the position. The third generation genius with the most people was squatting in front and grasping his own style.

Yang Ziwu and She Jun and others stood on the left and right, Xu Yuanyou and Shangjun Hou stood in the middle, just by taking all the looks by yourself.

At this moment, the Qiantang River tide came, and the river slammed the bank, and everyone laughed wildly, covering their heads, covering their faces, being arrogant, or being subtle.

Champion Hou put his shoulder on Xu Yuanyou, and Xu Yuanyou looked serious.

Yang Ziwu laughed beside Xu Yuanyou, but was comforted by Xu Yuanyou's head.

Xia Yu and Hongya were not awake yet, and were supported by Lin Yi and Zhang Qingyi on the left and right, lowering their heads and leaning against each other.

Li Daoqing also looked serious and smiled.

Some of the newcomers in front were sitting on the ground and laughing. Yes, it was Li Ou and Yang Jin squatted seriously, and Zhang Bairen covered his head and laughed.

This is how it ended up in the painting. When everyone went to see it, they were surprised to find that Yang Ziwu in the painting was not old, but young.

The old man smiled, "He was a young man!"

"Okay, after I go back, I'll scan it, and then everyone has a photo! As for this painting, keep it, and the museum will be useful in the future!" Champion Hou looked at it with a smile.

What the Champion Hou said was not wrong. The young people in this painting were of course Xu Yuanyou and Champion Hou. These people changed an era and made great contributions.

No matter who you live, your greatest ideal is not how much you can transfer, what luxury car to drive, what villa to live in, but what reputation you have in history!

Each of these people has been left in history. The person who has been named in history is not necessarily the person in the painting, but the person in the painting must be named in history!

I don’t know how many years have passed, this painting has been preserved in a museum, and countless people remember their merits!


Chapter completed!