Time and space are vast, boundless, and the stars are shining and beautiful. The beauty here is intoxicating, the fantasy here is amazing, but it is also lonely and desperate.
Qin Ming burns his soul, leads the paper boat, and travels against the current in time and space. The boiling energy has been completely exhausted, only eight spars of time and space are flying around, guarding the bloody paper boat, the statues of the eighteen kings are gradually dimmed, one after another, they return to the Eternal Palace and fall into a deep sleep.
The vigorous voyage of Lost Le Forbidden Island seems to be closely behind the paper boat, but also seems to be far away. It can be seen clearly, but there is an illusion left by time and space. The ship is not in the same time or space with them.
Dusha and the others have been floating in the mist, watching silently. At first I was still counting the time, but then I gradually became numb. The long river of time and space seems to be boundless, and this journey across time and space for thousands of years seems to be indefinitely far away. The initial tragic and anticipation has been exhausted, the atmosphere has become depressive, full of despair and bewilderment, the "blood ship" in front of them is no longer so strong, crumbling, the soul lamp on the blood ship It is no longer as bright as before, and it seems that it may go out at any time, and there are only five giant images guarded majestically.
They all knew that that weak soul lamp was actually Qin Ming's soul, and it was consumed as soon as it was burned, and when it was completely burned out, it might be the time when Qin Ming died. They really wanted to go to help, but they really didn't know what was going on there, how did Qin Ming think of this way, and how did he use his soul to lead the way.
They can only wait, waiting for the end of the journey. They could only pray silently, praying that Qin Ming could persevere until the end.
No one expected that the road home would be so difficult, let alone that the struggle to escape from Long Live Mountain would be so bloody. Du
Sha, Jin Shengjun, and Sea Swallowing Beast all stared into the distance silently, with intertwined lights in their vision, the vastness of time and space, and the ship transformed by Qin Ming's bone dismantling was looming. Their moods are indescribably complicated. What kind of faith and tenacity is this to blow up their bodies and ignite their souls? What kind of tragic and firmness is this to break bones and piece together flesh and blood. That bloody scene, that scene of screaming, seems to be still reverberating in their minds, lingering, and touching their hearts. They seem to be aware of Qin Ming for the first time, understand Qin Ming for the first time, and understand the reason why Qin Ming can achieve his current achievements for the first time. That is struggle, that is unyielding, that is madness, that is tenacity, the height he has reached today, and the achievements he has achieved today are all paved with his own flesh and blood. Do not
I don't know how long it took, the king's soul disappeared from the long river of time and space at the last moment, and returned to the Eternal Palace. ten
Since the eight king statues guarded the palace, they have been continuously blooming with a faint light, surging with real soul power, as if they have souls, loyally guarding the palace. But now, when the last king soul returns, all the statues have become dull and lifeless. In the past, watching them could feel the surging coercion and real sense of existence, but now they are clearly standing there, but it seems that they no longer exist. ocean
Tang and the others already knew what was going on outside, and their hearts sank again and again as they watched the king images fall silent one after another. They can't see the specific situation outside, but they can feel the crisis and difficulty. In the past, Haitang Tungsten Steel Spirit could help with their own elixir or wisdom, but now they can only pray silently, waiting to escape. Time
null? They are too alien to do anything.
The soul lamp flickers, a lonely guide. Qin Ming's soul was almost exhausted, and he could still maintain consciousness at first, but now it gradually became hazy and dark.
Where is the way? Where is Luanwu
Qin Ming tried to stay awake, he wanted to persevere, and he was persevering, but he had really reached his limit. He could feel that his life was fading, and even his surging golden heart became weak. He didn't know how long he could hold on, and whether he could return to chaos.
Qin Ming has never been so dazed as he is now, and has never been so hopeless and helpless, and... regret...
He suddenly remembered the complicated mood when he left the secret realm to say goodbye to Da Meng. Is that the so-called premonition? Why didn't it attract attention, why did you insist on leaving
If I die, what will Yueqing do? What about loved ones
Qin Ming's consciousness became more and more dizzy and dark. In the past, the consciousness passed by one scene after another, it seems to be very slow, and it seems to disappear in a flash, it seems to be very clear, and it seems to be blurred and out of reach. Kings, I have failed you. "
Lan Lan, Dad is sorry for you. "
"If there is a chance, take my bones back to the Heavenly Court and bury them in the ancient city of Thunder, and say for me... I'm sorry..."
"I'm leaving, I'm leaving..." Qin
The consciousness of fate uttered its final whisper, completely plunged into darkness.
At this moment, the fire of the soul is extinguished.
At this moment, the beating golden heart stopped.
Qin Lan stared into the distance expressionlessly, her eyes were strangely red, which made her immature and lovely face become evil and cold, but... silently... two lines of blood and tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, and ran across her cold and fair cheeks, which was shocking . Her lips moved slightly, and she murmured hoarsely: "Dad... Dad..." The ghost
Tong obediently sat on the blood boat, holding Qin Lan's skirt with her small hands, and looked into the distance timidly. Although he was young, he was not ignorant. He gradually understood what was happening in front of him, and he was also using his weak strength to maintain the stability of the blood ship. "
The soul lamp went out. ""
Qin Ming... died..."
In the fog of Lost Music Forbidden Island, many people closed their eyes. At this moment, they couldn't tell whether it was uncomfortable or regretful. They didn't know Qin Ming before, and it was hard to believe that Qin Ming gave his life to cross time and space. From the beginning to the present, he didn't ask anyone for help, or even talk to anyone. What did he say, he worked hard there, struggled there, survived there, and eventually died.
Qin Ming is dead, and the blood ship is still drifting, but without Qin Ming's guidance, where will it drift? stone
In the cave, the thousand-meter-old tree swayed slowly, blooming with clear and lush brilliance, reflecting the cave, and the majestic energy continued to surge out through the mountain, spreading towards the island, activating the sealing formation, It also plunders energy from all living beings, maintaining the forward strength of the Forbidden Island of Lost Music. burial
The flower floats in the psychic liquid of the tree cocoon, spreads its jade hands, lowers its head slightly, and its waist-length hair flutters silently, fluctuating the psychic liquid. In the liquid, like a sleeping elf, the beauty is not like a woman in the world, but the beauty is beautiful and moving. When neither angry nor indifferent, the burial of flowers is like a fairy coming to the world, which is intoxicating. But at this time, her jade hands were wrapped around the profound chains, and her thoughts controlled the thousand-meter-old tree, but the corners of her slightly drooping eyes gleamed with crystals, which melted into the spiritual liquid and floated silently. she
He has already withdrawn the fog avatar from the dense fog, and doesn't want to see the scene outside, perhaps, he can't bear to look any longer. She is obviously indifferent and ruthless, and she dedicated everything to Profound Truth. The memories and experiences of those years have been deeply buried in her heart, but for some reason, every time she sees Qin Ming, there will be some waves, and it is difficult to calm down. When she saw the scene where Qin Ming blew himself up and shouted hoarsely, her heart seemed to tremble. When the fire of Qin Ming's soul was extinguished, tears welled up from the corners of her eyes. six
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