Forty years passed in a flash. Some people still remember Meng Hao, but more people, perhaps remember that there was a person outside Momen with a picture of 800,000 monsters.
But for Meng Hao's appearance, it was already blurred.
As the years passed, it seemed that Meng Hao had been forgotten.
In fact, he is indeed the case, the entire West Desert Zihai, he can not be seen, because many years ago, he has sunk to the bottom of the Zihai.
In the former land of West Desert, sitting cross-legged in meditation, this work lasted for many years.
Motionless, without breathing, and without signs of life, on this dark seabed, a person meditated alone.
The meaning of extinction in the surroundings has become less and less, and even if you don’t feel it carefully, you will not notice its existence. At the same time, the little vitality in Meng Hao's body is gradually diminishing, until it turns into a trace, maintaining Life never goes out.
In this way, another twenty years passed.
From the time Meng Hao started to feel Zihai, it has been a whole lot of years, and the passage of time has made the outside world forget too much about him, even in the Golden Crow and Black Dragon Department, for Meng Hao, after going out of those people back then, he entered Most tribes and people who were born took Meng Hao's story as an exaggerated legend.
Especially the tribe of the Black Dragon tribe, and the Golden Crow tribe, there was some friction slowly, but under the strong suppression of Xu Bai, this sign diminished.
After all, these two tribes are not of the same origin. Under pressure from the outside world, the Black Dragon Division was dominated by the Golden Crow.
Until a few more years passed, in the depths of the Zihai Sea in West Desert, Meng Hao, who was sitting cross-legged and motionless on this day, suddenly opened his eyes.
When his eyes were just opened and closed, he was a little dazed, and after a long time, he gradually gained a faint look.
"For many years..." Meng Hao murmured softly in his silence while looking at the dark underwater world.
"But I... I still haven't fully realized Zihai's intention to die. Although the meaning of extinction is small, it will always be there. If it doesn't disappear completely in one day, it will always be like a gap, which makes me and Zihai unable to blend in Together.
Although there is only a trace of vitality left in my body, as long as there is the slightest vitality, the extinction will not disappear.
Is it really going to... die once! "Meng Hao slowly raised his head, looking at the same pitch black above, silently thinking, sometimes, around him, there are wisps of ghosts appearing, these ghosts have been awakened more and more in these sixty years. Permeated the sky and the earth, in the sea, many, many.
These ghosts, wandering from Meng Hao's side, were not at all aggressive towards him, as if they could not see it, and as if, in their judgment, Meng Hao, like them, was a lifeless existence.
Looking at the dark water, Meng Hao gradually showed the vague figure of his parents when he was a child. Vaguely, he saw the picture of reading in front of his window, and the regret that he failed in several scientific examinations, and On the Daqing Mountain, the step that he took that changed his whole life.
Backing Mountain School, Blood Immortal Inheritance, Ziyun School, Motu... Until the land of West Desert, everything in the past reverberated in Meng Hao's mind. It was a long time, and the long Meng Hao had forgotten it. It was a long time since I met Xu Qing in Daqingshan. It has been almost a hundred years.
Hundred years, just like this, quickly made Meng Hao too late to remember, and it was over, the life of a mortal.
Gradually, in Meng Hao’s cigarette money, it seemed that everyone he saw in his entire life, whether he was an enemy or a friend, appeared in front of him. Vaguely, he seemed to be able to see himself and these. Between people, there is a line of cause and effect in the dark.
After a while, Meng Hao smiled suddenly, and his eyes suddenly showed a touch of decisiveness in his smile.
Now that you have chosen this path, you must go on unswervingly, and everything you want in danger, except life and death, is wealth!
Meng Hao closed his eyes, and at the moment his eyes closed, he didn't hesitate anymore, he directly crushed the last trace of life in his body!
Without breaking or standing, without death, where will there be a new life!
At this moment when the vitality was shattered and disappeared, Meng Hao's body, at this moment, seemed to have a silent roar, his vitality disappeared completely, there was no more existence, the fire of life was completely extinguished in an instant, and the whole person... death!
This is real death, without any vitality, without any wisdom, without any breath, without any perception, like being buried in the depths of this purple sea.
At the moment of his death, all around him, in these Jiazi years, the barriers that hindered him from fusing with Zihai turned into extinction, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Without the slightest hindrance, it seemed that he had identified with Meng Hao who was like this, thinking that he... Like Zihai, he was a deadly existence.
Without the barrier that extinction turned into, Meng Hao's body was immediately enveloped by the strong death energy from the entire Zihai Sea of West Desert. He went in along his body, and then went out after wandering in his body. Come and go, go round and round.
Meng Hao has no consciousness, as if the whole person has been cut off from the world, and there is no connection anymore. He has forgotten the world, and the world has forgotten him.
Only the strong will of death in the purple sea can remember Meng Hao, continuously condensing around him, and continuously blending into his body, until one day, all the pale flesh and blood of his body have become gray and melted. After being dead, he... has become one with this purple sea.
His internal organs, every position of his body, everything, merged with Zihai.
He became Zihai.
But Zihai hasn't become him yet.
Until time, passed again.
One year, five years, ten years... Thirty years have passed since Meng Hao's understanding of Ziyu has been more than ninety years.
Until this time, the sky in the West Desert, the endless purple rain that lasted for nearly a hundred years, finally showed signs of stopping, and the rain was getting less and less, until another year later, the purple rain... stopped.
The sky was still dim, but the rain finally stopped. Although it was not thorough, it would occasionally continue, but overall, the purple rain was about to pass completely.
When the purple rain paused, the entire purple sea of West Desert, on this day, suddenly had some differences. On the sea surface, under the sea surface, all the ghosts that existed here, on this day, at this moment, were all still and changed. Quiet, look more dazed, as if listening.
This listening time is three months.
Three months later, everything returned to normal, but no one noticed that this purple sea seemed to be... a little different.
As if every wave in this sea, every wave rolled up, seemed to carry a trace of will.
This will comes from Meng Hao!
But Meng Hao was ignorant about this. He didn't remember when he would wake up, he couldn't remember who he was, he couldn't remember everything in his memory, only remember that at the moment he woke up, he became Zihai.
He is Zihai.
Zihai is also him.
He stared at the whole world blankly, forgetting the passage of time. He saw the rain stop until no raindrops fell at all. He saw a young man in black in the depths of the purple sea, sitting cross-legged. Meditate.
The moment he saw this young man, the young man also noticed Meng Hao, his expression changed drastically, revealing unbelievable and amazed, and even his body was trembling, without any hesitation. In Meng Hao's incomprehension, his body It turned into a black bat with a bang, and fled in panic at an indescribable speed.
Even every time Meng Hao looked at him, he could feel the person's trembling and strong indescribable fear. The speed of escape was so fast that it was endless in a blink of an eye.
Meng Hao was puzzled. He withdrew his gaze and stared at the world in a daze, until he saw that on the sea, monks began to appear. They tried to fly over the Purple Sea in West Desert to catch those ghosts.
Meng Hao could see these clearly, and he even saw a scene where a monk was involved in the sea and lost his life for a moment.
Meng Hao watched all this blankly, until more and more monks appeared between the heaven and the earth. They were careful not to touch the sea, but used magical magic to find some island peaks that were not completely submerged. , Around the mountain, built a city on the sea everywhere.
Said it is a city, but it is more like a square city.
A total of ten such workshops have been built in the entire Zihai Sea of Ximo.
Meng Hao watched them, and even when a ray of consciousness rose up, the sea surface burst into the sky, and several big waves suddenly appeared, submerging a city under construction.
With the emergence of Fangshi, more and more monks entered the sky of the sea in West Desert, carefully capturing ghosts...
Meng Hao kept watching, and gradually he felt a little boring, and slowly fell silent, as the years passed... I don't know how long it has passed.
If no one is disturbed, if there are no accidents, perhaps Meng Hao will always exist in this way, until after ten thousand years, when Zihai disappears, his consciousness will return to his body. When Zihai dissipates, he will let him walk out again. Time.
He didn't know that at this moment, he seemed to have an epiphany, but in fact, this appearance, this state, in ancient times, was called...
After giving up his physical body, abandoning his own cultivation base, and shattering his own consciousness, he awakened in another form of life, forgot everything he had passed, and became the great demon of heaven and earth.
Cut off with the past.
There is no time in the sea, and the cold is not knowing the years.
Meng Hao saw a lot of people and appeared in front of him. There was an old man wearing a white robe, exuding red incense, immortal wind and bones, and kind-looking old man, who appeared in this purple sea on a certain day of a certain year.
He looked at the sea in a daze, and Meng Hao also looked at him dazedly. In this old man, Meng Hao found a familiar, very familiar...
The old man was silently in the air, watching Hai Sanyue until he let out a light sigh.
"My disciple, are you... transforming a demon..." He shook his head, with a touch of complexity, turned and left.
Meng Hao was sitting cross-legged on the corpse on the bottom of the sea. At this moment, he shook slightly, and he was even more at a loss.