Time and space are vast and boundless, and the stars are shining and beautiful. The beautiful scenery here is intoxicating, the fantasy here is amazing, but it is also lonely and desperate.
Qin Ming's soul is burning, leading the paper boat to go against the current in time and space. The boiling energy has been completely exhausted, with only eight space-time crystals flying around, guarding the bloody paper boat. The statues of the eighteen kings gradually dimmed, disappearing one after another, returning to the eternal palace and falling into a deep sleep.
The vigorous sailing of Forbidden Island seemed to be following closely behind the paper boat, but also seemed to be far away. It was clearly visible, but it seemed like an illusion left by time and space. The ship was not in the same time or space as them. Du
Sha and the others have been floating in the mist, watching silently. At first I was still counting the time, but then I gradually became numb. The long river of time and space seemed to be endless, and this journey across time and space of thousands of years seemed to be far away. The initial tragedy and expectation have been worn away, and the atmosphere has become depressing. The depression is filled with despair and confusion. The 'blood ship' in front of them that guides them is no longer so strong and is crumbling. The soul lamp on the blood ship It is no longer as bright as before, and seems to be extinguished at any time. Even the majestic guarding giant images only have five left. he
Everyone knows that that weak soul lamp is actually Qin Ming's soul. The more it burns, the more it will be consumed. When it is completely burned out, it may be the time when Qin Ming dies. They wanted to go over and help, but they really didn't know what was happening there, how Qin Ming came up with this method, and how he used his soul to lead the way. he
We can only wait, waiting for the end of the road. They could only pray silently, praying that Qin Ming could persevere until the end.
No one expected that the road home would be so difficult, let alone that the struggle to escape Long Live Mountain would be so bloody.
Du Sha, Jin Shengjun, and the sea-swallowing beast were all looking into the distance silently. The light in their sights was intertwined, time and space were vast, and the ship that Qin Ming had dismantled and turned into was looming. Their moods are indescribably complicated. Their bodies are blown to pieces and their souls are set on fire. What kind of faith and tenacity is this? How tragic and firm it is to break bones and piece together flesh and blood. That bloody scene and that screaming scene seemed to be still replaying in their minds, lingering and touching their hearts. It seemed that they recognized Qin Ming for the first time, understood Qin Ming for the first time, and understood why Qin Ming could achieve his current achievements for the first time. That is struggle, that is unyielding, that is madness, that is tenacity. The height he stands today and the achievements he has achieved today are all paved with his own flesh and blood.
I don't know how long it took, but at the last moment the king's soul disappeared from the river of time and space and returned to the eternal palace.
Since the eighteen king statues were guarded in the palace, they have been blooming with a faint light, surging with real soul power, as if they have souls, loyally guarding the palace. But now, when the last king soul returns, all the statues have become dull and lifeless. In the past, I could feel the surging pressure and real presence when I looked at them, but now they are clearly standing there, but they seem to no longer exist. ocean
Tang and the others already knew what was happening outside, and their hearts sank repeatedly as they watched the king's statues fall silent one after another. They cannot see the specific situation outside, but they can feel the crisis and difficulty. In the past, Haitang Tungsten Steel Spirit could use its elixirs or wisdom to help, but now they can only pray silently and wait for their escape. hour
null? They were too unfamiliar to do anything.
The soul lamp flickers, the guidance of loneliness. Qin Ming's soul was almost exhausted. He could still maintain consciousness at first, but now it gradually became hazy and dark.
Where is the road? Where is Luan Wu
Qin Ming tried to stay awake. He wanted to persist, and he persisted, but he really reached his limit. He could feel that his life was fading, and even the surging golden heart was becoming weak. He didn't know how long he could hold on or whether he could return to chaos.
Qin Ming has never been so confused as now, and has never been so hopeless and helpless, and... regret... He
Suddenly I remembered the complicated emotions I had when I left the secret realm and wanted to say goodbye to Dameng. Is that the so-called premonition? Why didn't you pay attention to it? Why did you insist on leaving
What will Yueqing do if I die? What will happen to loved ones? Qin
The consciousness of life is getting darker and darker. The past, scenes passing through my consciousness, seems to be very slow, and it seems to pass by in a flash, it seems to be very clear, and it seems to be blurry and out of reach. O kings, I have failed you. "
Lan Lan, dad is sorry for you. "
"If you have the chance, take my bones back to heaven and bury them in Thunder Ancient City. Say for me... I'm sorry..."
I'm leaving, I'm going... leaving..." Qin
The consciousness of life gave out its last whisper and fell completely into darkness.
At this moment, the fire of the soul goes out. this
For a moment, the beating golden heart stopped.
Qin Lan looked into the distance with an expressionless face, her eyes were strangely red, which made her tender and cute face become evil and cold, but... silently... two lines of blood tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, running across her cold white cheeks, which was shocking. . His lips moved slightly, and he murmured hoarsely: "Dad...Dad..." Ghost
Tong sat obediently on the blood boat, holding the corner of Qin Lan's skirt with her little hands, looking timidly into the distance. Although he was young, he was not ignorant. He gradually understood what was happening in front of him, and he was using his weak power to maintain the stability of the blood ship.
"The soul lamp is out."
Qin Ming... died... "lost
In the fog of Le Forbidden Island, many people closed their eyes. At this moment, they couldn't tell whether it was uncomfortable or regretful. They didn't know Qin Ming before, and it was hard to believe that Qin Ming actually gave his life to travel across time and space. From the beginning to now, he didn't ask for help from anyone, or even talk to anyone. He said something, he was working hard there, struggling there, surviving there, and finally died.
Qin Ming is dead, but the blood ship is still drifting, but without Qin Ming's guidance, where will it drift
In the stone cave, thousands of meters of ancient trees slowly swayed, blooming with clear and lush brilliance, reflecting the stone cave. The powerful energy continued to flow out through the mountain, spreading towards the island, activating the seal. The formation also steals energy from all living creatures, maintaining the forward power of Forbidden Island. burial
The flower floats in the spiritual liquid of the tree cocoon. She spreads her jade hands and lowers her head slightly. Her long waist-length hair floats silently, waving in the spiritual liquid. She has a delicate face, stunning beauty, a slender body, graceful and graceful. She floats. In the spiritual liquid, she looks like a sleeping elf, so beautiful that she is unlike a human woman, and her beauty is so beautiful that it is moving. When neither angry nor indifferent, Burying Flowers is like a fairy coming to the world, which is intoxicating. At this moment, her jade hands were wrapped around the mystical chain, and her thoughts were controlling the thousand-meter-long ancient tree. However, the corners of her slightly drooped eyes were filled with crystals, which merged into the spiritual liquid and floated silently.
She had already withdrawn the fog clone from the thick fog, not wanting to look at the scene outside, and perhaps, she couldn't bear to look at it anymore. She was obviously cold and ruthless, and she dedicated everything to the secrets. The memories and experiences of those years were deeply buried in her heart, but for some reason, every time she saw Qin Ming, there would be some waves and it was difficult to calm down. When she saw the scene of Qin Ming self-destructing and shouting hoarsely, her heart seemed to tremble. When the fire of Qin Ming's soul was extinguished, tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.
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