The thunder and lightning across the entire sky tore through the darkness, and the light marks roared and roared, like the abyss mouth opened by a beast, trembling from the horizon and rushing past, trying to swallow everything in the belly.
Tens of thousands of white lights rushed in and merged into a surging current like a giant sword.
But in the blink of an eye, the thunder was pouring down, attacking the dark shadow standing in the desert.
The electric light bites the long sword, and a crack grows and spreads from the tip of the sword. The gust of wind lifted the hem of the boy's clothes, and the black eyes suddenly showed a fierce look, and the eyes were the most fierce and decisive.
"Can he, can he survive?"
Seeing that Lei Guang almost engulfed Pei Ji's figure, Lu Wanxing shuddered and was so shocked that he couldn't move.
An ordinary person would feel fear and despair from the bottom of his heart, even if he glanced at the falling thunder. The young man looked similar to her in age, and Lu Wanxing could not imagine how determined he was to meet her.
He Zhizhou clenched his fists tightly and tried to get up to help him: "Heavenly Dao is blind! Can't you see that Ningning is just a shield? I—"
Before he could finish speaking, he lost all his well-being in a short period of time, and slumped on the ground again weakly.
"Even if you come forward now, you will only die in vain."
The whetstone said lazily: "That kid is determined to save her from death. He must know what the final outcome will be. How can ordinary people in this world be with the destiny—"
It was meant to be said with great certainty.
But the voice stopped abruptly for some reason, as if sensing some kind of change, He Zhizhou heard the female voice in his mind hesitate: "This is—"
For a moment of stagnation, even the wind disappeared.
The shock came without warning.
The huge buzzing sounded from the center of the thunder array, and the dazzling white light seemed to be a devastating explosion, bursting open cluster after cluster from the long sword swallowed by the lightning.
The figure that was about to disappear suddenly showed a dark outline.
A giant sword condensed from white light appeared beside Pei Ji, piercing the blue lightning without a hitch.
Immediately after that, the dazzling light layered, and the sword shadows surrounding him became more and more, showing an unstoppable large formation that appeared in all directions.
Like a bird in a cage that broke through the confinement, it broke free from the layers of restraints with its wings, and the sword qi launched a counterattack in an instant, and the thunder light, which had an absolute advantage,
He Zhizhou was so shocked that he was speechless.
The sixth layer of thunder from the sky... was pierced by several giant swords in turn, and began to retreat step by step irreversibly!
"Thousand Light Sword Formation."
The whetstone snorted coldly: "It seems that the old guy is awake."
Sixth Heavenly Thunder, no one can stop it.
But if it is an ancient sword spirit that has been sealed in dust for several years and contains infinite sword energy and spiritual power.
The ending has to be a different matter.
In the sword formation, Pei Ji held the sword hilt tightly with trembling fingertips.
An unfamiliar figure emerged from the Sea of Consciousness, carrying an endless stream of cold sword energy, and at the same time, he heard a voice that was all too familiar.
"Pei Ji."
Cheng Ying spoke in a serious tone, with a strong voice like Hong Zhong: "It's now!"
It's now!
Thousands of lights erupted, and the sword energy surged like a tide, turning into a long white dragon that wanted to devour everything.
The air trembled, the sand and stones shook violently, and the unprecedented sword intent was like flying snow. With just a cracked sword, it was above the thunder...
Break open a hideous gap.
The white light pierced everyone's eyes.
Rao was a whetstone, and he was stunned for a while as the mountain shook, and finally spoke in a deep voice of surprise.
"Tianlei... broken."
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Ning Ning walked alone in the snow-white space.
Just like the dream last time, what she saw at this time was still endless whiteness. She moved forward step by step, and more and more images appeared beside her like a projection.
The girl who looked exactly like her was covered in blood, lying in the middle of the desert with no breath; under the chaotic sword shadows, the demonic tide of the desert was bursting and unstoppable; the girl exuded a strong devilish energy, her eyes were scarlet, standing in a digital Between magic.
She finally understood where this place was.
This is the memory of the original owner buried in the depths of this body's sea of consciousness.
Ning Ning looked around, and in this deep and endless corridor, he saw a long thin white rope hanging from the top.
At the end of the long rope, a note was tied.
She felt something, and pressed the note gently with her fingertips, and saw the writing on it.
[I am dead.
It's hard to accept the fact that I'm dead.
The demon cultivator wanted to lure Pei Ji into the devil, and used the most inferior means of framing it, disguising the illusion that he was murdering his classmates.
I am the one who was tortured.
I'm pissed I'm pissed! It's obviously all Pei Ji's fault! That stinky boy of impure blood! I'm going to kill him, and those disgusting cultists!
They never expected that I found a treasure in the desert abyss.
If I live again, I must be ashamed and make those bastards pay the price.
This is my first backtrace.
In order to prevent forgetting the past, record it in the sea of consciousness. ]
[First backtracking.
Intensified pressure on Pei Ji.
It's annoying to see his dead face, anyway, no one wants to stand on his side except the master.
The trajectory of everything is not much different from the last reincarnation.
Pei Ji attracted ancient trees in the ancient woods and forests, and became the target of criticism among the disciples of the major sects, and was laughed at by everyone;
After investigating for many days, the master noticed the extremely subtle demonic energy at the entrance of Xiaozhongshan, so he led a few disciples to the Liangyi Dust Formation to find out what the demons were.
The desert is full of dangers, I learned the lesson from the last time, never acted alone from beginning to end, and stayed by the side of the master with utmost caution.
In the end, he still died in a chaotic fight with the magician.
Unconvinced, unconvinced, unconvinced.
Why am I the only one who dies every time? ]
Because the author tried too hard, the last few lines were scribbled, and the ink smudged into a fuzzy clump.
Ningning continued to walk forward, and soon saw the second piece of paper.
[Second backtracking.
After being confused in the days before, I came to the time when the master led the disciples to Tianhe.
I said sickness did not go.
Shouldn't have died.
It's all like this, how can you still die
But a poisoned arrow went through the window and stabbed straight into my heart.
Mo Xiu wanted an excuse to blame Pei Ji, and I was alone in Xuanxu, which naturally became their target.
Gee. ]
Then there are the countless sheets of paper that follow.
The thin white paper hangs in the air along with the long rope, and the distance between them is getting shorter and shorter. At first glance, it looks like butterflies that are sparsely gathered together.
[Third backtracking.
It is strictly forbidden in the cheats, and it is not allowed to tell others about time back.
I can't tell Master about this, I can only use a guessing tone to vaguely reveal the tricks of the magic cultivator to him.
Following my advice, he decided to slow down the trip to the desert and discuss it with the other sects first.
So I was killed by the magician again.
The reason is to mess up their game. ]
[Fourth backtracking.
I seem to understand.
Death is my doomed destiny, from the evil cause I planted with my own hands. No matter how you escape, you will die on the night of the fourteenth.
Tiandao will do everything possible to kill me.
How could I be convinced, could it be that I tried my best, but couldn't win a simple "destiny"
I decided to fight it to the end.
…
This time, he died from a madness while practicing swordsmanship.
God damn it, go to hell! ]
Then came a series of unspeakable national curses.
As well as increasingly scribbled handwriting and bizarre causes of death.
[Forty-fourth time.
Has died forty-four times.
I'm going crazy.
Reincarnation over and over again, the result is always failure, Tianming - what the hell is Tianming
Every day I dream, I dream of the moment I once died, and I wake up with a cold sweat all over my head.
There is no one to talk to about this fear, the past is dark, and the future is dazed.
For Pei Ji, I have no emotions left.
Why did I have to live with him in the first place? Those childish tricks are just ridiculous when I think about them now.
In his eyes, I must be pitiful.
Every day I do evil things, I have no close people, I am not liked by anyone, I want to get more attention, but my evil deeds are always exposed, which backfires.
… It's really pitiful.
If the right path doesn't work, try another path.
It's hard to repeat death over and over again. If you still fail this time, just give up.
I deliberately tricked Pei Ji and left clues, but as expected, I was found by other disciples.
Cannibalism is a taboo.
In the Law Enforcement Hall, I made a lot of noise regardless of etiquette, deepening the contradiction step by step, and finally got down to my heart and broke with the division completely.
Master is very sad.
sorry.
This is a very reasonable excuse to have a vicious heart and betray your teacher. After I fell into the devil, I went to the devil's realm.
The monarch of the Demon Domain is named Huo Qiao, who is only a few years older than me.
He is a very strange person, with a baby face that is harmless to humans and animals, looks innocent and childish, and does not possess the evil spirit and domineering that a demon should have.
Huo Qiao has been living in the blocked Demon Realm since he could remember.
Due to his bloodline, he became a lord at a young age. Huo Qiao knew very little about that battle. The only people he faced every day were the yellow sand in the sky and the people with low cultivation.
He told me very seriously that he wanted to take everyone out of the Demon Realm to see more and farther places.
I was like, cut.
Although I die before him every time, the method of retracing requires condensing the surrounding spiritual power, so there will be a short delay.
When my soul floated around in the air, most of the time, I could see his body.
When Little Demon Lord never succeeded.
He's just as unlucky as I am.
But of course I won't tell him this ending.
The only thing I can do is take a pen and paper and sketch out the scenery around the world for him. Huo Qiao listened seriously, holding his cheek with his right hand, and often smiled.
When he smiled, he was pretty good.
And then fourteen.
Like countless reincarnations in the past, the demons set up an ecstasy array as a trap, waiting for Pei Ji to jump into it.
Before the war, Huo Qiao mysteriously took me out of the camp to a dune with a wide view.
I never found out that on this night, the wind and sand disappeared, and the moon was so bright.
"Look, that's the fourteenth moon."
Huo Qiao sat on the sand dune and said to me, "Every time I see it, I will think that tomorrow will be the full moon - as long as I persist for one more day, I will see the hope of consummation."
The moon is so beautiful, but I don't know why, but I always feel sore in my throat and eyes.
"How nice."
Huo Qiao raised his head, stopped for a while, then suddenly turned his head to look at me.
I will never forget, he told me with a shy and gentle smile: "We still have hope for tomorrow."
Hope for tomorrow.
I must have looked so silly at the time, and I didn't know why I was in tears.
Huo Qiao comforted me clumsily, accidentally touching my face, and his ears were red.
However, the demons still failed.
Master saw that I had fallen into the devil's way, and wanted to kill him with a sword. When the sword light came suddenly, someone stood in front of me.
Huo Qiao told me to run.
He told me that there is a secret passage under the sand cave that leads directly to the other side of the desert.
The forty-fourth time in the reincarnation, the fate has diverged.
Huo Qiao died in front of me.
I survived.
…
…
I should be laughing.
But why... there are tears. ]
[Forty-fifth backtracking.
He opened his eyes again in Xuanxu Sword Sect's bedroom.
If I knew that I was going to kill myself, I would be furious.
Life and death so many times, it seems that death has become a habit.
Those obsessions to survive and the love and hate caused by jealousy have long since been worn away by time. Perhaps what I want is not to live, but to fight for destiny.
But it's different now.
Heavenly Dao, life and death, those are not important.
I want to save him.
Huo Qiao and I will both die, and I will die before him.
Only by surviving can we help him at the last moment.
- But how can I survive? ]
After that, the notes became more and more confusing, and some even forgot to indicate the number of reincarnations.
[Attempting to prevent the demons from breaking through the formation, failed. ]
[Assassination of Pei Ji failed. ]
[Forcibly stuns Huo Qiao and fails. ]
…
[Wanting to die is very painful, living is torture, and I always have nightmares after falling asleep.
Just give up.
But he hasn't been saved yet. ]
[Saw Huo Qiao from a distance.
Deliberately brushed past him without saying a word.
He doesn't recognize me at all.
… After all, in this reincarnation, we are strangers who have never met.
I'm afraid I can't make him fall in love with me anymore.
Today I am sullen, sensitive and suspicious, becoming more and more annoying.
I can't even like myself. ]
[One hundred and ninetieth backtracking.
In a grocery store in Luancheng, I learned about the technique of surrogacy.
If I let someone else bear the fate of death on my behalf, will I be able to survive? ]
[One hundred and ninety-eighth backtracking.
After searching for so many reincarnations, I finally found the remnants of surrogacy in the Demon Domain.
The next thing to do is to read carefully, and…
Find a suitable reason, let that person follow the cause and effect of my past, step by step, change the day and replace the fate. ]
[Two hundred and first backtracking.
While chatting with He Zhizhou, I accidentally learned about the existence of the system.
System - what is a system? ]
Under the word "system", it was marked with emphasis.
It turned out to be so.
So in her mind, the original "Ningning" will exist in a systematic way.
Ning Ning's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and the chaotic fragments in his mind slowly gathered together into clearer and clearer lines.
[The two hundred and second time, he begins to approach He Zhizhou.
Learn about the "whetstone system", and the so-called "traversal".
Maybe try to use the "system" to create a plausible illusion...
Then in the form of a storybook.
First, implant the story into this body's sea of consciousness to affect that person's memory, making her think she has read books related to it.
Then tell that person that everything that happens in the future is the plot in the storybook, and she needs to play one of the roles to make the story go smoothly.
main character…
The protagonist is Pei Ji.
Born from a humble background, suffering from hardships, with a gloomy personality, without friends and close people, it seems that he is getting hurt anytime, anywhere.
No, you can't write it like this, it doesn't look like a story in a book at all.
Well, he always finds heavenly and earthly treasures inadvertently, surrounded by countless confidantes, but he is not tempted at all.
Let's change it to this story.
As for the role in my place—
what.
A vicious female match, it couldn't be more appropriate. ]
Ning Ning has been puzzled countless times. She is not interested in Shuangwen, who has been fighting monsters and upgrading along the way, so how can she be patient and read such a tome.
It turned out that from the beginning, the novel was a complete lie.
There is no story that goes all the way. Pei Ji has been controversial and excluded because of his bloodline.
This is the real story, in countless reincarnations, that belongs to him.
Ning Ning always felt uncomfortable.
[The two hundred and third time.
The plan is formed.
Use the method of retrospect to reverse the time and space, supplemented by the technique of substitution, to summon the most suitable wandering soul in the three thousand worlds.
Let her replace me and bear the fate of death.
Please, this time must be successful.
keep me alive.
Must save him.
must. ]
But Huo Qiao was still dead.
This time, he even died before Ning Ning.
The note ends abruptly here.
At the end of everything, Ningning saw a vague shadow.
The pale white mist was softly outlined, showing a figure that was almost the same as hers.
The man's form is gradually dissipating.
"and then?"
Ning Ning couldn't bear any other emotions and stood in the corner opposite her, with a tone that surprised even herself: "If the death calamity is escaped... What will I do?"
The other party did not answer, and in the vast and vast sea of consciousness, a breeze passed by.
It was also a piece of white paper that was blown to her by the wind.
There was a stroke on it, and it was written with great force:
[The art of surrogacy, life and death.
If the surrogate cancels the cause and effect and overcomes the calamity of death, the person who performs the magic will be severely punished by the way of heaven, fall into the endless hell, and suffer the consequences of the evil cause. ]
This is her last chance.
Whether successful or not, these hundreds of karma and reincarnation will come to an end when the curtain ends today.
"So you wanted to save him." Ning Ning looked at the note and said softly, "But the current Huo Qiao is actually not the same as the original one, isn't it?"
Good and evil, monks and demons, in the two stages of reincarnation, are clearly two completely different stories.
That Huo Qiao would never look at her with the eyes of a stranger, would never pronounce her name in a jerky tone, and would never use her death as a weight to lure Pei Ji into a demon.
She had done so much for him, endured the painful reincarnation and death day after day, but Huo Qiao never knew.
For him, "Ningning" is just a dispensable stranger, and there is no possibility of intersection between them, no matter in the past or in the future.
It's sad to think about it. She reincarnated again and again, and saw Huo Qiao one after another, but the person who sat with her and watched the moon had already died at the beginning.
No matter which time they meet again, Huo Qiao will never know that the distant moon that hung in the girl's heart hundreds of years ago.
The moon that belongs to the fourteenth, and the "hope of tomorrow" that she is constantly pursuing.
"It's a pity I didn't let you die."
Bai Ying smiled, the gradually dissipating figure was blurred, Ning Ning heard the same voice as her: "Don't expect me to apologize or anything... Seeing your face makes me feel angry. I'm really unwilling, It's almost there."
"Don't expect me to forgive you for letting Pei Ji suffer such a serious injury."
Ning Ning clenched the note in her palm, and her tone was cold: "Are you leaving soon?"
Bai Yingyou stared at her.
"Isn't it all written in it? The suffering of endless purgatory, Huo Qiao once said that the king and the loser are willing to gamble and admit defeat. That's how it should be."
She seemed to smile again: "Let's go."
In the boundless and deep sea of consciousness, as the last words landed, the last shadow disappeared.
Ning Ning couldn't tell the emotions in her heart, so she should be very light: "Well."
The evening breeze passed lightly.
The first rays of the rising sun pierced the sky, and in the endless sandstorm, the moon that belonged to the fourteenth day fell silently.