Time has swept away the mountains, rivers and land, and taken away the people who passed by, leaving only the history that is remembered or forgotten.
The years are like a song, and the singing will be desolate and sad.
Qin Mu stood on the box and hugged the girl, the sun poured down like years, and the moment the light shone on him, the girl in his arms turned into flying sand and flowed backward with the receding darkness.
The sunlight is penetrating, sprinkled on the golden yellow sand desert, reflecting the scaly dunes. This place was originally a valley, and although the surrounding mountains are not high, they are beautiful.
However, the years have passed so that there is only yellow sand in the sky.
Qin Mu jumped off the box, although he knew it would happen, but he still couldn't hide his melancholy.
Opening the lid of the box, the dragon qilin was thrown out. The big box seemed to be wondering why it suddenly disappeared when there were hundreds of people in its stomach just now.
Long Qilin was also panicked. He was very superstitious and afraid of ghosts, but now he was so frightened that he buried his head in the sand.
Qin Mu looked up, and in front of him was a bare cliff, standing alone in the yellow sand of the desert. After tens of thousands of years of sandstorms, it has never been weathered or collapsed.
There are his writings tens of thousands of years ago on the cliff.
"Human life is greater than heaven!"
Qin Mu was stunned, he still left something of himself in history.
All this last night was not a flashback of history, nor was it a dream. He could not explain the wonderful experience of this night, and he could not explain why he went back 30,000 to 40,000 years ago, and why he and the people of Bailong City experienced the A dark attack.
He also couldn't explain why he returned to the present, and why the Emperor's Era disappeared after the darkness.
However, all this happened for real!
He fought side by side with the people tens of thousands of years ago, watched them shed their blood, watched the sufferings of the people in history, and also saw the death, injury and tragedy caused by another heaven to destroy the heaven of the emperor's era!
"The era of the emperor was destroyed, and the era of the founding emperor was also destroyed. Is it the same heaven that destroyed these two eras?"
He had some guesses in his mind, but he had no evidence to prove his guesses.
"Perhaps, the one who will destroy Yankang will also be the same heaven? Where do they come from?"
Under the box, Pan Gongcuo quietly drilled out, looked up at the lonely cliff in the desert, looked at the writing on it, and said leisurely: "Master Qin, you must be very lost and sad right now? That The girl from the Bai family may like you, and you may also like her very much, but she knew she wanted to part with you, so she didn't say it out loud. Time is too ruthless... "
His eyes flickered, the gourd on his back was quietly opened, and the blood blobs floated quietly in the air without making any sound.
Pan Gongcuo stared at Qin Mu's back. The blood clot in the air was like a poisonous snake twisting his body, and his voice was like a poisonous snake penetrating into Qin Mu's heart, gnawing at Qin Mu's heart and destroying his soul. Constraining his Dao heart, poisoning his Dao heart, and letting this young man show his flaws.
"If you stayed in that era, maybe your life circumstances would be completely different from what it is now."
Pangong Tso quietly moved his footsteps, adjusted his breath, and his voice became more and more seductive, telling him a scene completely different from reality: "You may fall in love, you may have many children, and you may face many challenges. There are many setbacks and dangers, but your lives are so colorful! The past of history will turn into colorful colors, and it is a pity that you, a young couple, have gone through those colorful and colorful histories."
He changed the subject and became full of poison: "Unfortunately, you are still separated, separated by tens of thousands of years. What love, what likes, what future, have turned into yellow sand in the tens of thousands of years apart. Turned into a vain!"
He showed a weird smile, and his voice became distorted and weird with the weird smile: "The girl from the Bai family is probably already dead. After you left, she probably died at the hands of the pursuer." Even if she escapes, she may marry someone else, have children, and become an old woman. Only when she is getting old and her face is gone, she will occasionally think of the man who suddenly appeared that night and held her That young man with a cheeky face! Master Qin—"
"Has there ever been sorrow in your heart, and has this sorrow gnawed away at your heart and poisoned your soul?"
Pangong Tso was approaching him, with a strange voice like a demon king from outside the sky whispering, tempting people to fall: "She finally died and turned into dust. It has been 30,000 to 40,000 years, and the dust in this desolate desert is like dust. In the hidden history, except you, a passionate man, no one can remember her. She is just drowned in the dust of history, buried in this rolling yellow sand."
He laughed and said: "Young people don't know the feeling of sorrow, love to go up to the next floor, love to go to the next floor! Now that I know all the sorrow, I feel ashamed to say it, and I am ashamed to say it! Master Qin, your heart is so fragile, let me do it!" …”
Just as he was about to make a move, the dragon qilin behind him grew bigger and taller, suddenly raised its huge claws, and knocked him to the ground with one claw.
Pan Gongcuo hurriedly got up, but was knocked to the ground again, Long Qilin slapped him down again and again, slapping him until blood spurted from his mouth, and said angrily: "Let you talk more, let you talk more!"
Pan Gongcuo was furious: "Fat pig, you think I'm afraid you won't succeed?"
Dragon Qilin's claws suddenly clanged, and sharp nails like knives popped out, trying to tear him open.
Suddenly, Qin Mu's calm voice came: "Pang Long, don't beat him up, let him go."
Long Qilin was slightly stunned, and said puzzledly: "Master, this fellow is a sincere evil-hearted man, and he is a top-notch expert at escaping. He wanted to harm you just now! If you let him go, it will be very difficult to catch him again." Difficult!"
"We have fought side by side, and he has also done a lot to save people, risking his life. He deserves a chance to live."
With his hands behind his back, Qin Mu looked at his own handwriting on the cliff, and said calmly, "Master, I won't kill you, you can go. We will meet again next time, and I will take your head."
Pan Gongcuo got up, patted the sand on his body, his eyes flickered, and said, "Are you sure you let me go this time, and you didn't lie to me? You won't kill me when I turn around?"
Qin Mu said calmly: "Too many people died last night, I don't want to kill people today."
Pan Gongcuo didn't turn around, but stepped back step by step, staring at Qin Mu's every move, and said in his heart: "Although I have gone through hardships and fought desperately this time, it's not that I didn't get benefits. I'm the lowest." Two godly legs... wait a minute, these two godly legs..."
Qin Mu kept his back to him, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help being excited: "With these two magical legs, why should I be afraid of this kid? I have magical legs, and my escape speed is the fastest in the world. I can't beat him." He, I can escape! Moreover, my speed is the best in the world, and my combat power will also increase in a straight line, I can kill him!"
He was so excited that his heart was pounding, his eyes were fierce, and he was about to stop to make a move, when suddenly he became alert and jumped up high.
A beam of sword light flew out of the desert and passed by the root of his right leg!
Pan Gongcuo cried out in pain, and sternly said in mid-air: "Master Qin, you can't count what you say!"
Qin Mu turned around, and said calmly: "As counted. I cut off one of your legs before, and I can give you back one, but I won't let you get two divine legs. My lord, I won't give it away."
Pan Gongcuo was in mid-air, looking down at the divine leg that had fallen, and wanted to pick it up, but the yellow sand below had already swallowed the broken leg.
In the yellow sand, countless sword lights loomed, like silver needles intertwined and shuttled, protecting that divine leg. That was the eight thousand swords transformed by Qin Mu's sword pill. Obviously, when Qin Mu was trying to confuse people, he had already smashed the sword pill into the yellow sand.
Pan Gongcuo immediately knew that he had lost the opportunity, he gritted his teeth suddenly, and a lotus flower as tall as a person appeared from behind him.
He retreated into the flower, the lotus closed, and Pangong Tso disappeared with the person and the flower.
"Master Qin, next time we meet, I'll take your head!" His voice became farther and farther away, disappearing into the depths of the sky filled with yellow sand.
"Your Majesty has become very courageous now."
Qin Mu turned around, and countless flying swords flew up from the desert, and sent the magic leg to the side of the box, and said softly: "This is a good thing, he has the courage, and he won't need to take so much effort to kill him next time."
The box became excited, and hurriedly opened the lid of the box, and put this magic leg in, so that it could be stored away.
Qin Mu looked at the handwriting on the cliff, and said in a low voice: "If you were still alive, would you come here to find me? Are you still alive? Tens of thousands of years of time, one after another, will it make you disappear?" , will it turn you into a pink skeleton... "
He waited quietly at the foot of the cliff, not leaving for a long time.
The surrounding mountains have also been smoothed by the wind and sand, why is there only this cliff left
There was hope in him that never went out.
"Master, there is a big stone tablet on the side of the mountain!" Suddenly, Long Qilin discovered something.
Qin Mu's heart moved slightly, and he hurried over. Long Qilin found a stone tablet at the foot of the mountain. This stone tablet was half buried by yellow sand, and it was at the foot of the cliff, so it was hard to find without paying attention.
This stele seems to have magical powers, resisting wind and sand, and has not been weathered.
There are writings on the stele.
Qin Mu looked at the stele, and couldn't help being startled, only to see the words on the stele flying domineeringly, writing: "Qin Mu, the leader of the Heavenly Demon, the Great Lord of the Loulan Golden Palace, was buried..."
The text behind the burial was somewhat blurred, and some words were buried in the yellow sand. Just as Long Qilin was about to push the yellow sand away, Qin Mu hurriedly said, "Fat Long, it's a trap! Don't move the sand under the stele!"
When Long Qilin heard the word "trap", he hurriedly backed away, not daring to stop at all.
Qin Mu sneered and said, "Using this method to set up a trap, I really underestimated me. The words under the stone tablet are nothing more than being buried here. If I move the sand, I will touch his trap, and there will be no place to die!"
Long Qilin shivered, and said: "If my name is written on this, I will definitely step forward to check..."
Qin Mu looked around, this yellow sand desert was extremely desolate, there was no other life except them, it was impossible for anyone to lie in ambush nearby.
"To be honest, I'm really curious."
His eyes flickered, looking at the stone tablet buried under the yellow sand, Long Qilin suddenly had a bad feeling, and said: "Master, don't do stupid things!"
Qin Mu stepped back quickly, and said with a smile: "I really want to see if the person who left this stele to plot against me and the lord will leave a signature. He is so complacent and arrogant, he will definitely leave his own Name. Let’s back out of Baili, and then I will cast a spell to push the sand under the stele!”
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