But even so, Meng Hao's body still turned into an ice sculpture in an instant. The motionless Meng Hao can only maintain the immortality in the ice layer, but the whirlpool inside his right arm is fiercely crazy. .
Meng Hao could feel that in the whirlpool of his right arm, the power of the earth attribute was rapidly climbing, to absorb the infinite, even almost extinct, cold earth power in the world.
Although Zhixiang was an immortal god who took away her body, at this moment, her fragility seemed to be no different from Meng Hao, and the sword aura also bypassed her, but after she landed, she became an ice sculpture, but insisted. The time is much longer than Meng Hao.
"... One hundred." On the top of the mountain, the boy next to the old man smiled.
Almost the moment his voice came out, it was also when Han Shan's one hundred thousand clone had wiped out all the bridge slaves around him!
But at the moment of the death of these bridge slaves, suddenly, in the surrounding area, in the icy breath, a group of silhouettes suddenly appeared. Those silhouettes were the bridge slaves who were killed by Han Shan before. They... appeared, no No damage was left, no one died.
Even Meng Hao in the ice sculpture saw a familiar girl among these bridge slaves.
"Do you understand?" The old man stood on the top of the mountain and said lightly.
Han Shan was silent, picked up the hip flask in bitterness, and took a sip of wine.
"In my world, believe in me, but it’s not dying and not dying. Isn’t it good to be here? Eternal life, immortal form, and the only thing that needs to be done is to repair me." This time, it’s not the old man who spoke. But the boy next to the old man.
"Believe in me, you can live forever!"
"Believe in me, it's immortal!"
"Believe in me, be with heaven and earth!"
"Believe in me, feel my way, my way is your way..." The voice kept coming out. This time it was not the boy who spoke, but the bridge slaves all around, each of them moved their lips slightly. It seems that at this moment, all the bridge slaves in it are one person.
"I am the Spirit of Stepping on the Bridge of Immortals. You came here three thousand years ago. You worship me and promise me that you want eternal life, you want endless vitality, and you want to practice a singing sword.
At that time, you still had ten years of life. I promised you that you would believe in me from now on... But you... But you regret it! "The last three words sounded monstrous, as if infinite anger, from the mouth of the old man, from the mouth of the boy, and from the mouths of millions of bridge slaves around them, they spread madly.
"You obviously agreed, but you repented, all because of the woman next to you. Her pleadings made you shake, her persuasion made you stupefied, and what she did made you abandon your promise!
But I did not expect that, in order to make you no longer decide to believe in me, she actually shouted out the belief in front of you and became my slave...
To wake you up..."
The sound was overwhelming, and the roar echoed, Han Shan's complexion was pale, and he spouted a mouthful of blood. This blood was not sprayed out of his injury. This was his heart, which was severely stung, and his memory was torn apart in an instant. , Emerged back then, the wives of the wives beside him, and the persuasion of pulling his clothes.
But I was so obsessed with it, I was going to gain eternity, until I saw her with my own eyes...Walking in front of me, at that moment, he suddenly became sober.
"For these three thousand years, I have thought about it for a long time..." Han Shan sighed lightly, raised his head, his eyes showed a touch of decisiveness and determination, he lifted his steps and walked forward.
As he walked, the bridge slaves all around roared fiercely, and rushed again, but when they rushed, Han Shan took a deep breath, raised his right hand, the blue sword buzzed, and he was surrounded by 100,000 figures. Ten thousand less in an instant.
A sword swept across, and the frosty breath of this place was actually set off. In an instant, the body of a million bridge slaves was instantly frozen.
After this sword, Han Shan’s hair has more white hair, and his appearance is a bit older. This sword is a sword song of his own creation. Outsiders can’t hear this song, sing it in my heart, only he can Good quality, only oneself can listen.
Because this song is only sung once in a lifetime, only one song at a time, one song is a lifetime, this is not burning vitality, this is all the life, all into the song, become the solo of life!
"My choice back then has a lot of clues, and there are a lot of irrationality, such as being possessed..." Han Shan walked forward, took another sword, and lost 10,000 clones behind him. All the bridge slaves around became ice sculptures. , And he himself has become gray-haired.
At the same time, Han Shan's momentum also rose at this moment. In that life's solo, his cultivation base, his life, and everything about him broke out at this moment.
Meng Hao didn't know the realm of Han Shan's cultivation, but at this moment, in Meng Hao's eyes, Han Shan's strength seemed to have reached an incredible level for him.
Life is the time of a lifetime.
Life is the ten swords of a lifetime!
"Later I wanted to understand, it was because of your invisible call..." Han Shan spoke softly, and when he walked towards the mountain, he cut off his third sword. The mountain shook, causing the old man and boy's complexion to change drastically.
As for Han Shan, his hair began to fall out, and his body began to age. He was no longer middle-aged, but an old man. The loose skin looked full of wrinkles, his majestic appearance was no longer, only his eyes. Only his will is becoming more and more determined, with persistence, with no regrets... Even if he is dying, he must save his wife!
"I regret that I came here with Xueer... I originally planned to be here and get eternal life with her..." Han Shan said softly, the fourth sword came out, the peak roared, and the name on it kept dimming. In the palace on the top of the mountain, cracks appeared in the shaking.
"Han Shan, what are you going to do!" The old man's expression was angry and even more ferocious, and the boy beside him also showed brutality, staring at Han Shan firmly.
Meng Hao was silent. In this ice sculpture, his right arm was madly absorbing the surrounding cold soil. A majestic cultivation base was slowly rising in his body. Meng Hao looked at Han Shan. On the other side, Meng Hao It seems to see a kind of persistence that makes the world roar.
This kind of persistence is like faith.
"What is my obsession?" Meng Hao was even more silent.
"The past that day, I will never forget..." Han Shan's fifth sword seemed to open the world, falling on the top of the mountain, roaring the peak, without a statue of collapse, but it directly killed the boy.
Unbelievable, the boy's body became Binghan. Before losing consciousness, he heard the last sentence, a calm voice that made him fear even if he was about to die.
"And I'm also thinking about why you want to guide me here. When my sword song is great, snow starts to fall around me, and my world is frozen. Where my sword is, everything is ice. When I understood, I remembered some memories...
I am the Frostland Demon Emperor! "When Han Shan spoke, the sixth sword whizzed past, cut off the boy's head, and roared the palace on the top of the mountain, causing the top of this mountain to shatter, and he himself, at this moment, was infinitely aging and dead. The anger was filled, and the whole person had withered.
"To be precise, I am a clone of him. Countless years ago, I avoided the pursuit of Ji Zu and lived in the red dust for generations. Until this life, I realized it." Han Shan's seventh sword, booming Booming away, the tip of the mountain was directly shattered, and all collapsed into nothingness, and the old man also trembled with fear in his eyes.
It was also at this time, as the tip of the mountain shattered, and from then on, there were two demon spirit butterflies on the mountain, seeming to be born from the collapse of the mountain, flying around them quickly, and heading straight into the distance.
No one paid any attention to these two demon spirit butterflies. Han Shan would not, the old man would not, and Meng Hao would not. The only Zhixiang who cared about was frozen at this moment and could only watch the demon spirit butterflies go away.
"I don't want to know your purpose, I just want to get back to my wife." The eighth sword, but fell, cut open the mountain, and slashed on the old man's body.
The old man seemed to be under this sword, without the slightest struggle or resistance. Seeing the sword fell, there was a sudden blur in front of him. A woman stood in front of him, raised her head, looked at the sword, and looked at Han Shan.
Han Shan's footsteps suddenly stopped, the sword stopped, everything in the world in his eyes disappeared, only the woman existed.
The woman is not beautiful, but very gentle, looking at Han Shan.
"I will not go with you, nor can I go, I am a bridge slave, from that moment on, the eternal bridge slave..." the woman said softly, her expression still carrying a touch of confusion.
"When will the fairy bridge reappear to the sky, ask you when you can meet..."
The woman murmured, her voice echoed, and the old man behind her disappeared. Before she disappeared, she looked calm and looked at Han Shan.
"As the immortal bridge soul, you can integrate all bridge slaves, as long as I give up this memory of myself, then when I die, your wife, she will be a new generation of bridge souls.
You and I have no grudges, everything is your mission to repair the immortal bridge. Originally, you should be the bridge soul of this generation. This is the reason why the demon emperor hid you back then, but now you have become yours. wife.
My mission is over, but it's not perfect. My mission is to find you back, complete the demon emperor's final appointment to me before death, find you, and make you a bridge soul. "The old man spoke calmly, and his figure gradually disappeared during the words.
At the moment he disappeared, the woman’s eyes suddenly disappeared, revealing a moment of sobriety. She saw her husband and remembered her previous memories, but she understood that this might be herself, from choosing to become a bridge. The slave queen, for the first time in eternal life, was so sober for the first time.
In a sorrowful smile, the woman looked at Han Shan.
"Kill me, set me free..."
The woman's words spread all over the surrounding area. After Meng Hao listened to this scene, he sighed in his heart.
Being awake is just a moment. Only when the bridge slave becomes the bridge soul, will the bridge slave have this life. The only time to wake up, and the subsequent awakening, although he is conscious, although he has memories, he is no longer himself.
But become the soul of stepping on the immortal bridge.