Villains: The beginning rewrites fate, and the heroines burst into tears

This is an inescapable fact.

That man who has always been strong, at this moment, everyone can see his fragility.

"Snapped!"

But at this moment, Ye Luoyang suddenly made a move.

For the first time, this empress, who had always been calm and composed, lost her temper in front of everyone in Xuanyan.

With a light wave of the palm, the cultivator who said unkind words just now was smashed to pieces, and his body and mind were torn apart.

Many monks froze in place, not daring to make any moves.

Looking at the empress in white standing upright above the nine heavens with extreme shock, I truly felt the fear from the soul at this moment.

"No! He certainly won't die!"
"Master is so powerful, how could he die!
"It's only three days, just sticking to the ancient painting artifact for three days, it's impossible for him to leave this world completely like this."

Ye Luoyang warned the world, but seemed to be comforting herself.

Even she began to feel uneasy, because Master's body was too weak, and her heart was also worried.

In the end, the voice gradually quieted down, and it was difficult to restrain the sense of fear in my heart.

Jiuchongtian Palace fell silent all of a sudden.

Ye Luoyang's anger shocked the monks present.

A group of monks looked at the beaten monk with some fear, and no one dared to say anything more.

But the worry, pain, and helplessness in my heart kept growing, and there was no way to stop it.

But until now.

They were also helpless, they could only wait for three days to pass, and they could only wait for the ancient painting artifact to open automatically.

A group of monks looked towards the direction of the artifact of the ancient painting, hoping that there would be unexpected surprises.

The scene of the ancient painting artifact switched again.

In the bright moonlight, Liang Lin sat quietly in the Lingxiao Palace, on the seemingly supreme but extremely cold throne.

In the fairy palace lingering with aura, the Emperor of Medicine and the official historian stand upright here.

"Rumble..."

Suddenly, a thunderbolt struck, deafening and piercing through countless clouds.

The monks present were all tensed.

This is an extremely terrifying vision, a vision that represents an ominous sign.

"Roar……"

In the direction of Nantianmen, it seems that a real dragon is mourning.

That is the luck dragon.

It let out an extremely painful roar, as if it was being boned and skinned.

Thunder struck, and the rain containing frost fell profusely.

The rain was actually white, like dark flowers, and the thunder kept ringing, as if it was a Sanskrit sound from heaven and earth.

Everything is an ominous sign.

The hearts of the monks present are extremely heavy at this moment. The Nine Heavens Palace is extremely sacred and dominates the will of the heavens. When has there been such an unusual vision?
The sudden thunder and the dark clouds all over the sky made the world dark.

The Luck Golden Dragon was whining, and its vitality was constantly weakening.

It is really impossible to imagine that the Nine Heavens Palace, which has been inherited for tens of thousands of years and has always been the most powerful force of Xuanyan, has suffered endless turbulence at this moment.

"cough."

The monks present were very worried.

This emperor really wants to leave so completely.

The vision that suddenly appeared, and his physical condition at this moment explained everything.

There is no way to change the situation, and surprises are impossible.

The historian couldn't hold back his tears.

Holding the history book in his hand, he recorded this extremely depressing moment.

In the 500th year of Emperor Liang, on the ninth day of November, night.

Emperor Liang was seriously injured, and when he left, he was sitting on the emperor's throne, looking down on the world. Suddenly, there was a thunderbolt outside the sky, shaking the sky, and the luck of the Nine Heavens Palace gradually dissipated.

The era of Emperor Liang ended here.

With tears in his eyes, the official historian sealed the history records. At the very beginning, there were three words: Emperor Liang!
This chronicle records Liang Lin's life, and also records everything that Liang Lin appeared in the world, writing his bright moments and his wonderful past.

The historian opened up time and space, and placed the historical records in a palace.

In that place, there are one after another historical records.

This is the past of each generation of Jiuchongtian Palace emperors, and it is the oldest resource of Jiuchongtian Palace, and its status is basically equivalent to the ancestral land of aristocratic families.

But compared with others, Liang Lin's book seems to be so small.

His time in office was too short.

Every generation of emperors in the Jiuchongtian Palace is an overlord who has reached the sky in one step, with a life span of more than ten thousand years, and only him is a thousand years.

The historian retreated, and finally bowed to Liang Lin respectfully.

In the huge fairy palace, only Liang Lin and Yao Huang were left.

"cough."

Liang Lin's time is really running out. The emperor who was so powerful before and ruled the Xuanyan Continent is actually vomiting blood non-stop at this moment.

His face was a little pale, without any blood.

There was a dead breath on his body, as if he had walked out of the grave, without any vitality.

Liang Lin struggled to stand up.

Waving his hand to call for the emperor's order, using his finger as a pen, he is writing something.

He seemed to have difficulty even writing a few words, and his fingers were trembling violently.

But what he wrote, there is no way to appear in the world.

This is his last word.

With its own shackles, there is no way to watch it now.

When he leaves completely, he will reappear in the world.

"Dijun, the old Dijun told me before that when you really want to fall, I will give you something."
"I originally thought that this thing should not be used anymore. You are much younger than me, so you should give it to me, but I didn't expect..."

Yao Huang also broke down in tears, sobbing and unable to speak, waved his hands, and something appeared out of thin air between his palms.

Passed through the space in front of him, and slowly landed in the direction of Liang Lin.

"Dijun, go all the way..."

Yao Huang wiped away his tears, turned around and left.

There was too much pain and sorrow in his heart.

The emperor concealed everything, so that no one knew the news of his impending fall.

The emperor of the Jiuchongtian Palace, the overlord who looked down upon the world, was the only one to see him off when he was dying. How desolate.

Liang Lin took the things sent by the Yaohuang into his hands.

It was a piece of jade pendant, crystal clear, exuding Liang Lin's familiar aura.

He calmed down and carefully examined the magic of this item.

He didn't expect that before the old emperor fell, he actually left something for him.

Do you have anything to ask? Or do you have something to say?
How did you expect this item to be useful?
Could it be that even his leaving is in the old emperor's imagination?
Liang Lin smiled wryly.

Thinking of the kind-hearted old man, even now, he still couldn't see through that old man.

"Snapped……"

The jade pendant fell into Liang Lin's palm, but it shattered in the blink of an eye.

The brilliance that emanated from it together formed an illusory figure that appeared in front of him.

"Hey... brother."

This is exactly the afterimage left by the old emperor.