In the next few hundred years, the cocoon of the Thunder became smaller, and the purple -red thunder rolled on it became more and more indifferent, as if it was gradually news.

The big yellow dog in this way is a little worried. I always feel that Chen Xia is going to be malnourished. Therefore, he specializes in studying Raifa and wants to replenish Chen Xia.

However, the road to learning Thunderfa is not smooth. Often, the thunder is small and the rain is small.

Big yellow dogs also blame themselves, and I feel that it is too useless.

The news of Chi Yu's leave of Cangtian Jianhai, it also knows, and more than Chi Yu, now many disciples have left the Cangtian Jianhai one after another.

Not anyone is willing to accompany Cangtian Jianhai to spend the last dusk.

Moreover, the disciples have a good future, life, and it is impossible to accompany Cangtian Jianhai to face the end.

It was just that Chi Yu's departure was that the big yellow dog was sad after all. In the days when the news was known, the whole dog was stunned and kept looking at the sky.

Zhang Daoming couldn't stand it, and also persuaded it, "There is no banquet in life. As long as you can live, you will reunite in the future."

The big yellow dog holding the dog's head is still very lost, "If the red feathers can't live?"

"That's life, but no one said in the future, rather than worrying about the future, it is better to live good now, right?" Zhang Daoming talked slightly.

"Um." Rhubarb's head stunned his head, and he was still unhappy, his eyes stared at the huge cocoon, thinking about something that made it scared.

What if Chen Xia died in the future?

Thinking of this problem alone, the big yellow dog feels sad, and it is even more happy.

Chi Yu's departure is like a knife, which cut a slender mouth in its heart.

However, the big yellow dog did not complain about anyone, just blame himself that it was too useless. If it became the great emperor, Chi Yu would not have to leave, Chen Xia didn't have to be subject to the white eyes of the third elder.

The first thousand years of Chen Xiacheng cocoon.

The three elders, who had not moved for a long time, released their words, standing above the sky, facing the entire Jianhai, and the majesty.

"From now on, the monks who leave Cangtian Jianhai will not come back in the future. No matter how life and death, there is no place for you."

The low disciples and the elders were silent. Although they already knew that Cangtian Jianhai became more and more dilapidated, but when he heard this kind of discourse from the elders of Taishang, he still felt incredible.

In the star domain, there are several Grand Cangtian Jianhai, and finally waited for the crushing.

The third elder said a word afterwards, not about the Sky Sword Sea, but facing Jianlin Road.

"Give you a thousand years, and roll out from the sword forest before breaking the cocoon.

The time has been given very generous, at least the three elders think so.

Except for the three elders, there are no other elders who speak.

The entire Sky Sword Sea seemed to be completely silent, like the dying old man, waiting for the final moment.

This is the first thousand years of decline. After the three elders released their words, three formal disciples left together. When they left, they knelt down on the sky of the sky.

"Get out, don't come back when you go out!"

The Second Law Law of the Law of the Second Law shouted politely.

"Master Xie's cultivation!" The three of them were in unison. They were all the disciples of the second law of the second law.

"Hmm!" The second law of law, Leng, hummed, and after both hands, there was no reply.

The three formal disciples stood up together, and didn't say much, walking towards a distance.

"Go out and mix it up, don't lose the face of Cangtian Jianhai!" A sudden shouting.

The three formal disciples turned excitedly, bowing their fists again, and said with a stingy tone.

"yes!"

Maybe after thousands of years, Cangtian Jianhai has been shattered, but they can also bring Cangtian Jianhai to the distance.

The first thousand two hundred years.

For the first time, Cangtian Jianhai had left. It was the new elder. The cultivation was not high. The first floor of the sea was not bad.

No one came to manage Cangtian Jianhai. If it is always concerned, a complement of the sky dares to enter the Cangtian Jianhai, and it will have been shot to death by the sage.

But now no one cares about him, and no one will send it.

Just leave, Cangtian Jianhai will not stay.

This is the first official elder to leave, but it is definitely not the last.

There are one after another.

Cangtian Jianhai 280 officials, when it was 1,500 years, there were only two hundred.

The remaining eighty elders were cleaned out of the most high hall, and they were thrown into Jianhai.

Today, there are just two hundred elders, but they must not die just right. The elder's departure is just emerging now.

There is a future, a family, and a background elder. It is impossible to face the end of the world with Cangtian Jianhai.

They go back to their family to hide. Although they will be affected, they will definitely survive, and they will have their own future in the future.

Perhaps it can be a great power to make up the power of the sky.

The official elders have left, how could my disciples still want to stay?

Most of the disciples who are willing to stay in Cangtian Jianhai now are mostly to take advantage of some cheap, such as going to Tiange to learn Shentong Law.

Or be valued by which adults who don't want to go, give inheritance.

This is the opportunity.

These disciples want to get opportunities, so they do not leave.

In the past 1,700 years, a new news was added to the surge of monks.

Someone in the fourteen sons of Cangtian left.

It was still a top -ranking Emperor Miaozi. He didn't say a word.

The fourteen sons of Cangtian Jianhai once established, it is like a joke today, and there is no fourteen sons of Cangtian, only thirteen sons.

And everyone knows that it will not be the thirteenth son.

zero.

Both disciples and formal elders don't want to stay in Cangtian Jianhai, and the future emperor Miaozi has no reason to stay.

All the remaining emperor seedlings are likely to be zero.

same year.

Pan Dadao looked at Chen Xia in the cocoon pupa. His old body limped, his hair was full of white hair, his eyes were turbid, so he looked at the cocoon stubborn.

The big yellow dog was sitting aside, holding his chest with his chest, and looked at Pan Da Dao for a while, suddenly sighed.

"It's so old?"

"It is normal to be born, sick and sick." Pan Da knife laughed, his eyes still looked at the cocoon, shook his head, and continued low -channel.

"It's a pity. I may not see Chen Xia in my life. I wanted to tell me if I had a good job, and I had no chance."

The big yellow dog hurriedly persuaded: "It's okay, you are quite right, Chen Xia should be fast, I think Zilei is gone, and the cocoon is much smaller."

"Okay." Pan Da Dao should be in harmony, his eyes were turbid, his mouth was wrinkled, and a smile appeared.

"If I didn't wait, I hope you can bring me a sentence."

"What?" The big yellow dog asked.

"Thanks."

Pan Dadao answered.

In the past thousands of years, Pan Da Dao was sitting in Dongfu, and his life was ended.

The funeral is not beautiful, and there is no purple gold coffin, which is an ordinary wooden coffin.

Only Zhang Daoming and Big Yellow Dogs were sent off.

There was a thin rain in this world.

After the rain.
Chapter completed!