In front of Cen Qianshan was a powerful and terrifying enemy, but his mind was firmly fixed on the small figure running towards the tower gate.
As expected, the man ran to the black iron gate with his backpack in his arms. He was carefully taking out the medicines from the backpack and placing them one by one.
Cen Qianshan's mind suddenly flashed back to the scene when his master taught him this skill.
"Explosion is very dangerous. If you are not careful, you will hurt yourself." The master sat in front of the laboratory table, placing the reagents in an orderly manner. "So no matter how urgent the situation is, you must keep your hands steady and not panic. Put the things in place first, so that you won't make mistakes when operating. For example, the dragon blood and the shark pearl must be placed separately, try to place them on the left and right sides of the body."
The small figure in front of the black tower separated the dragon blood and the mermaid pearl far apart and placed them on both sides of his body. He took out a pair of gloves from his bag and put them on himself swiftly.
Master always puts on gloves in such a neat and handsome way. As she puts them on, she turns her head and reminds herself, "Gloves are a must. The blood of the red dragon is highly corrosive. Don't hurt your hands like last time. Remember to protect yourself."
The figure in front of the black tower began to dig a hole in the ground in front of the door, but when she failed, she used a thin ruler to insert into the crack of the door to measure the thickness.
"It is best to blast through the tunnel. If conditions do not allow, and you can only blast on the surface, you must control the amount and angle. A good blaster can use the least amount of explosives to succeed in one go."
The small figure in front of me and the scenes in my memory overlapped one after another.
Once doubts are aroused, they can no longer be contained, like a flood that breaks through a dam.
The tin man when we first met, the side-by-side battles in the sea of desire, the bloodstains on his face from the bitten fingertips just now...
The answer seemed to be there, but he was too timid to reveal it.
Am I too crazy, or is the truth already before my eyes
Cen Qianshan only felt that something was tumbling in his chest, the blood was flowing backwards in his body, and his breathing was stagnant.
Is the dream that we have been pursuing for more than a hundred years just within reach
He was distracted and was hit by a punch from the White-robed Impermanence. He fell to the ground, his blood churning in his body and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Just now he pretended to vomit blood and was injured, all just to make that person anxious.
The blood at this moment was so real, vomiting out from his lungs, hot and dazzling, burning his chest and throat all the way, vomiting out all his century-long lovesickness.
Fu Yun reached out and helped Cen Qianshan up, standing shoulder to shoulder with him holding a sword.
"How is it? Is anything okay?" Fu Yun asked.
Although this monk from the Demonic Spirit Realm has a somewhat eccentric personality and we haven't had much contact with him, it is undeniable that he is a rare partner on the battlefield.
He is strong and fearless. He is quiet but very reliable.
To be honest, when Cen Qianshan appeared, Fu Yun's heart immediately calmed down a lot.
But for some reason, this demon cultivator who had fought side by side with him all the way suddenly turned to look at him. His expression was inexplicably cold, and his brows contained unreasonable anger. He was definitely not friendly.
"She said... Xiaoxue said that you are her favorite senior brother?" He asked a question without any context.
Fu Yun didn't understand why Cen Qianshan suddenly asked this when they were facing a powerful enemy.
He subconsciously shook his head blankly to deny, "Ah, no, she's not talking about me."
Cen Qianshan pushed him away and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. The blade of "Frost" turned into an afterimage and rushed towards Wuchang with murderous intent.
Black robe versus white shirt, mad sword fighting is unpredictable.
The Nine Netherworld Tower stands tall, and the eight-armed demon god covers the sky.
The fighting was so intense that the sky and the earth were dark and the wind blew up the yellow sand.
Cen Qianshan held the long sword with a red blade. He himself was also a sword, a sword that had just been sharpened and was fearless of heaven, earth, ghosts and gods.
Wu Chang caught the knife with both hands, his dull black eyes reflected on the bright blade.
"Strange, you seem to have suddenly become stronger. Can a change in your emotions change your combat power so drastically? What happened to make you so happy?"
Cen Qianshan's arms were bulging with veins, and he was confronting the ghosts and gods with a knife. On the other side of the blade, his eyes were frighteningly bright. "What do you think? Aren't you very good at peeking into people's hearts?"
A knife separates them and their eyes fight each other.
"You're so happy because you found the person you longed for." Wu Chang looked at him steadily, "As long as she's here, it doesn't matter how she treats you, right?"
Even if she doesn't admit it, even if she doesn't take you to heart.
The two separated suddenly.
Cen Qianshan propped himself up with his long legs to steady his body. He narrowed his beautiful eyes and looked through the wind and sand with ferocity and anger.
Behind the yellow sand, there is a lonely ghost with white clothes fluttering in the wind, and his chest is empty.
"You are jealous, right?" Cen Qianshan thought for a moment, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he slowly suppressed his anger and stood up straight, "You are jealous that I have such a person to look forward to. And you, you have nothing."
He tapped his chest with his slender fingers. "You are very powerful. You are good at playing with people's hearts. You like to see people fall into pain and despair. Even I have fallen in your hands. But what about you? You probably haven't even experienced what pain is, right?"
Wuchang lowered his mask-like face, his eyes shaking, his long straight black hair dancing in the wind, as if he could not think of how to fight back against this human's words.
There was a huge roar like thunder, shaking the earth and causing debris to fall like rain.
When the smoke and dust cleared, the black iron gate of the Jiuyou Tower was suddenly blown open by gunpowder.
The White-Robed Impermanence, who was still thinking about how to argue, found that all the enemies had run away, and only the tall eight-armed demon was madly entangled with him.
"Come in quickly." Zhong Bo was guarding the tower door that had been blown open.
The first person to go in was Mu Xue, who was supporting Miao Honger, followed quickly by Fu Yun and Cen Qianshan.
Inside the tower, it is as strange as another world.
There are no partitions inside the tower. Looking up, the towering inner walls reflect the stars and the night sky inverted.
At the bottom of the tower under the starry sky is a pool of dark water, on which a small boat is quietly parked.
The stars are turning, and I moor my boat at night.
The noisy battle outside the tower was isolated, and this place was peaceful, as if it was the home of the heart.
Outside the tower gate, the calm face like the Mask of Impermanence finally turned ferocious. His brows were raised and he opened his mouth to let out a silent cry.
The temperature between heaven and earth dropped suddenly, the wind blew, and the sound of ghosts crying could be heard from all directions. With the Jiuyou Tower as the center, all the ghosts in the underworld in the entire Iron Walled City rushed here, thousands of ghosts crying together, and tens of thousands of souls howling.
Layer upon layer of ghostly shadows, like smoke and phantoms, surged and rolled in.
"Quick! Get on board!"
Everyone supported each other and stepped onto the boat. Zhong Bo tried his best to close the crooked iron door, but sat down with his back to it.
Countless ghost shadows overlapped and crashed against the door, and pale hands and feet struggled to squeeze in from the cracks in the door that had been blown crooked, waving and scratching wildly.
Zhongbo made a Buddhist seal with his hands and sat down behind the door, with a golden swastika symbol appearing between his eyebrows.
Although he had white hair and a thin body, with him sitting there, millions of ghosts rushing back and forth could not shake the crumbling door.
"Uncle Zhong, come up quickly."
"Yes, come up and walk with me."
Everyone called out to him.
The boat was quietly moored on the black water. The old man standing nearby had a warm glow between his brows and a gentle smile on his wrinkled face.
"You guys go now. I've had this idea for a long time. If you don't want to go back, just stay here and accompany my old lady."
"When I was young, I spent too little time with her. Now that I'm at this age, it's not a pity to stay with her."
"It is a joy to be with young people like you on this final journey."
"Let's go. It's better for an old man like me to stay here than for everyone else to be stuck here."
If this door is opened, thousands of ghosts will rush in and no one on the boat will be able to escape.
The boat is quietly anchored, and with just a slight push, it can ruthlessly leave the shore, leaving one person behind in exchange for the escape of the others.
But Fu Yun stretched out his arm.
"We return together, we fight together, regardless of age or life or death."
The young man is dressed in blue and white robe and has a chivalrous spirit.
Miao Honger also stretched out her arms,
"I think that mother-in-law wants you to leave this place because she hopes you can let go of your worries and not let her ruin your life's ambitions. We can't leave you alone."
The red clothes are brighter than fire, and the women’s smiles are more beautiful than fire.
Senior brothers and sisters are really stupid. At this time, isn't it the most cost-effective move to exchange one life for everyone's chance to escape? Besides, Zhong Bo was willing to do it.
Mu Xue felt anxious and irritated.
What made her even more depressed was that, for some reason, she also stretched out her own little arm, and together with her senior brothers and sisters, she grabbed Zhong Bo's hand and pulled him onto the boat.
Beside her, a bandaged arm reached out and rested on Zhong Bo's shoulder.
"It doesn't matter. I don't necessarily lose."
Zhong Bo wiped the corners of his eyes, and finally retracted the golden light between his eyebrows, and was pulled onto the boat by everyone.
A small boat, like an arrow shot from a bow, sailed away from the shore.
The tower gate was wide open, and ghosts and spirits, like polar smoke, came across the water like an overwhelming force. Those distorted and terrifying pale figures floated up from the water, baring their fangs and claws and pouncing on the stern of the ship, as if they hated the life on this ship from being able to leave this place.
Mu Xue was forced to stay in the center of the boat by everyone. She looked out through the gap. Outside the open tower gate, above the rolling ghosts, stood a lonely white figure.
The man wore a tall hat and had long black hair. He was also looking at her in the tower in silence.
Finally, he suddenly raised his hands and made a closing motion.
The pale figures that were clinging to the stern, screaming and trying to climb up, stopped and retreated one by one like the tide.
When it comes, it is mighty and when it leaves, it is quiet and silent.
Sailing in the black water, the boat leaves no trace.
A small boat circled the inner wall of the tower, getting higher and higher, and gradually seemed to escape from the tower and sail into the starry sky.
The boat seems to be sailing in the sky, and from the top of the pagoda, you can see the vast sky.
It's like walking on water, the water is like a mirror, reflecting the swaying stars, and you don't know where the mountains and rivers are under your feet.
"This is the Wangchuan River. Souls that have let go of their worries can enter reincarnation through the Wangchuan River and return to the human world." Miao Honger took Mu Xue's hand and pointed to her, "Look over there."
Countless small boats, coming from nowhere, carrying twinkling lights, leisurely passed by Mu Xue and others.
Mu Xue stretched her head out and looked, watching the soul boat carrying the undead passing by.
She suddenly opened her eyes wide and stood up.
On a small boat, there was a woman standing at the bow, wearing a woolen shawl, with gentle eyes. As the boat passed by, she smiled and waved gently at Mu Xue.
Among the millions of boats, there is a familiar figure vaguely visible in the distance. They are companions who once studied together, fought and resented each other, and also worked together to help each other, and finally felt regretful for being left behind halfway.
"Let's go, Xiaoxue." Some of them waved to Mu Xue.
A little girl without any front teeth sat on the boat and waved her arms desperately at Miao Honger, "Sister, remember to eat well. You must be well."
Miao Honger smiled with red eyes.
An old woman with gray hair and a hunched back, carrying a basket of oranges, sat at the bow of a boat and slowly crossed the water.
She bent over and slowly peeled the orange in her hand, taking out the inner pulp and making a small lamp.
He lit the small lamp and placed it on the mirror-like water surface. With his wrinkled hands he gently pushed it, and the small orange light slowly floated over and landed in Zhongbo's hands.
As the ships passed by, her grey hair gradually turned black, and her wrinkled skin regained the smoothness of her girlhood. The elderly wife had somehow returned to the same look she had when they first met, and she smiled and waved goodbye to her husband.
Zhong Bo held the small orange lantern, watched the boat go away, tears streaming down his face.
The only thing that makes one sad and heartbroken is separation.
The moon waxes and wanes, and so is life. The past cannot be brought back.