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A darkness, boundless, no light, no end...
Xiao Hui, who was lying on his shoulder, seemed a little uneasy. He moved a little and called out twice. Zhang Xiaofan gently stretched out his hand and patted the monkey's head, as if to comfort it. Xiao Hui immediately calmed down.
Then, Zhang Xiaofan stared forward, but there was nothing but darkness in his eyes. He stared for a long time without moving, until finally, a faint smile suddenly appeared on his lips, but he closed his eyes and walked forward. go.
Taking one step out, the Huanyue Secret Realm suddenly changed. With a bang, a burst of fiery air rushed towards him. Zhang Xiaofan could even clearly feel as if he had walked into a sea of fire, and the skin and flesh all over his body were being burned by the sudden flames. Burning, severe pain surged from every corner of the body, and the entire body seemed to be destroyed in this violent sea of fire.
But he still closed his eyes tightly, and even when the muscles on his face were slightly distorted by the intense pain, he still maintained a faint smile on his lips.
He moved forward step by step, slowly but continuously.
On his shoulder, the monkey Xiao Hui let out a frightened cry, sounding very frightened, but Zhang Xiaofan immediately held it in his arms, burying Xiao Hui's head deeply in his chest and no longer looking outside. , it seemed that it was the master's palm and the sound of the heartbeat in his chest that made Xiao Hui quiet down and lay motionless in Zhang Xiaofan's arms.
The sound of the flames burning became louder and louder, and even the air around the body seemed to be filled with a terrifying burning smell. The pain in the body continued to increase, and every step seemed to be endured tens of millions of times more. .
However, Zhang Xiaofan still did not stop, walking forward slowly but firmly.
At some point, the violent sea of flames that he felt slowly faded away. Around him, there was once again a vast and empty silence, and the pain in his body also disappeared.
In the silence, suddenly, a crisp sound of water droplets dripping sounded in his ears. The cold water droplets came from nowhere, fell from nothingness, and landed on his face.
Bitingly cold.
In a moment, without any warning at all, a loud rumbling sound came from the front, overwhelming the sky and the earth as if it was omnipresent. Zhang Xiaofan's mind clearly pictured the terrifying scene, the huge waves were like dragons and as high as ten thousand feet. , came down with a crash, and anything that stood in the way of the majesty of the world was as small as an ant. Even the majestic Qingyun Mountain was destroyed and swallowed up by him in an instant. The biting cold wind tore his body apart in an instant, making it even bigger than before. The pain that was ten times more severe than the burning flames came from every corner of the body.
Zhang Xiaofan never knew that a person's body could be tortured in this way and feel such severe pain. Even his persevering nerves seemed to collapse before the pain. A hand was pulling him on the thread, and he could no longer breathe. It was as if he was trapped under the deep sea, and the endless pressure would immediately crush him into powder and turn into the water of death.
Even if you die, you should open your eyes and look around before you die.
Like a lamp, this idea suddenly appeared deep in his heart, flickering continuously, like an irresistible temptation.
Zhang Xiaofan took a deep breath, slowly continued to walk forward, and closed his eyes tightly!
The cold waves on all sides seemed to be irritated, and suddenly became more and more furious. The roaring sound was deafening, and the torture feeling like being cut into pieces with a thousand knives came one after another. Zhang Xiaofan's forehead was even covered with cold sweat, and his face was extremely pale. But he always maintained the remaining clarity before the collapse, and still walked slowly.
One step after another, never stopping, just like life, moving forward slowly, after all, you can't look back.
The tide receded slowly, and the deafening and terrifying sound disappeared. Silence returned to his side again. In a void, it seemed that only his footsteps echoed.
A person, walking alone!
"Xiaofan!"
Suddenly, a voice called out from behind him. In an instant, Zhang Xiaofan felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his body shook violently, and there was an expression of disbelief on his face. For the first time, he stopped involuntarily.
His eyes were still closed, but his lips began to tremble slightly. He was a little choked, a little heartbroken, and a little desperate. He said in a low voice: "Baguio..."
The familiar voice seemed to be behind him, infinitely tender, with a touch of unforgettable tenderness that haunted him, and said faintly: "Xiaofan, are you ignoring me? Look back at me!"
Zhang Xiaofan's body began to tremble slowly. His body seemed to be involved in a fierce battle. He tried to turn around several times, but endured it. Although there was no pain, at this moment, he was sweating heavily. Shirt, his face was distorted, and he was actually in even more pain than the terrifying fire burning his body and the chill of the deep sea just now.
A low but clear call floated gently behind him, as if it would never end. Isn't this life of ups and downs just for that voice? Why? Why don't you look back
"Ah!" He roared suddenly, his body trembled, his teeth clenched, and all the bones in his body creaked, as if he had finally reached the limit of his endurance.
However, it seemed that this was not over yet, except for Baguio's voice calling him behind him. Slowly, he actually heard the voices of other people, all of whom were unforgettable people in his life.
Dad, Mom!
Puzhi monk!
Tian Buyi, Su Ru!
Endless, those voices are layered, one after another, calling and shouting behind him, and the past of his life is like smoke, and scenes flash before his eyes.
Thousands of mountains and rivers, one person treks; in the dusk snow, one shadow walks alone across thousands of mountains.
He doesn't want to be lonely or live forever. All he wants is to be with the one he loves!
Zhang Xiaofan hugged his head and cried, like a child with nowhere to hide.
Tears fell, and there was a touch of warmth in his palms. The endless calls around him were still calling in his ears, lingering, tempting him, making him open his eyes and turn back.
However, the faint warmth suddenly calmed his trembling body. This familiar and warm feeling seemed to have been felt by him not long ago. There was also someone who, when he was on the verge of collapse, She stayed by his side, hugging him tightly through countless dark nights, using the warmth of her body to warm him.
Once upon a time, in that emptiness and darkness, he was in a coma, half asleep, and in his trance, warm tears fell on his face. In a terrifying cold world, it told him that he was not a person. people.
In this life, there are thousands of mountains and rivers, and there are thousands of mountains with dusk snow.
no…
one person!
The countless voices around him suddenly became urgent, as if they had been stimulated by something, and continued to call Zhang Xiaofan with a bit of sadness, but his body slowly stood up, and the painful distortion on his face was relieved by a calmness. replace.
Then, he smiled softly, with a deep nostalgia, an unforgettable longing, and a faint smile.
Then, he turned around and walked away, leaving all the sounds behind, letting the sound scream, and then gradually subsided in the sharp sound.
Silence, stagnating everything in the world around you!
"You're finally here." Suddenly, a gratified voice came: "I really didn't expect you to pass the Huanyue Ancient Road so quickly."
Zhang Xiaofan opened his eyes, and what he saw in front of him was a young and handsome young man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. He had a gentle smile on his face, but his eyes seemed to always exude enthusiasm. The strong wind blowing on the Gobi Desert, his white clothes fluttering, looking indescribably chic, just standing there casually, Zhang Xiaofan suddenly felt a feeling of admiration from the bottom of his heart, as if he would follow him as long as he said a word. He is also willing to fight in the iron-blooded battlefield across the world.
"I heard Jiang Chen talk about you. He said that you are the First Master Wan Jian who is also known as Qingyun Shuangzhuang with Master Daoxuan." Zhang Xiaofan's eyes lit up: "Your cultivation level is not inferior to that of Master Daoxuan. If you, my uncle, control the Immortal Killing Sword Formation, you might be able to defeat the Demon Lord Jiang Chen!"
"I can't." Wan Jianyi smiled and shook his head: "My life has come to an end, and I am no longer able to control the Zhuxian Ancient Sword." As he spoke, he raised his hand and drew it in the air, and a strange ancient sword was held in his palm. , surprisingly it was Zhu Xian.
Zhang Xiaofan quickly asked: "Senior, you..."
Shaking his head slowly, Wan Jianyi stared at the Ancient Zhuxian Sword in his hand, then looked at Zhang Xiaofan, and said quietly: "My child, this power of Zhuxian is the supreme magical power that conquers the creation of heaven and earth. It can kill immortals, destroy demons, and destroy the heavens." Mie Di should not exist in the world, but now that he is here, he needs a master after all."
While speaking, Wan Jianyi gently raised his hand, and the Zhuxian ancient sword was carried by the wind and floated in front of Zhang Xiaofan like a floating duckweed.
Zhang Xiaofan was stunned for a moment, and even more indifferent.
"He belongs to you. I have poured all my life into him and repaired his flaws." Wan Jianyi said with a smile: "Pick him up, you have to understand that you are facing an unprecedented person. The supreme demon, only he can help you defeat powerful enemies, protect Qingyun, protect Shenzhou, and protect everyone you want to protect!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wan Jianyi's figure was like a cloud of smoke, floating in front of his eyes. Almost at the same time, Zhang Xiaofan Su Rong slowly stretched out his hand and grabbed the hilt of the Ancient Zhuxian Sword.
Five fingers, close together!
"boom!"
It was like a thunder, suddenly exploding in the ears, tearing the entire sky apart, lightning flashing, wind and clouds rolling, the illusion of moonlight blooming in the sky, the colorful lights shining non-stop, converging into a huge light pillar, falling from the sky , shrouding Zhang Xiaofan’s figure.
In the depths of the light, Zhang Xiaofan's figure seemed to be a little blurry. I could only vaguely see his movements. He slowly raised the Zhuxian ancient sword. As the ancient sword rose, the wind and clouds in the sky rotated more and more. Hurry, that colorful qi sword, which represents the peerless power of killing immortals, appears again, looking down upon the world with arrogance!