He bowed his head.
He bowed his head sharply—
The blood was almost backflowing, and his brain was buzzing, and he saw... no return.
What he held in his hand was actually the Blade of Hundred Battles, and the martial arts would never return!
The pitch-black Mo Dao loomed in the darkness of the night. The hilt was slender, stiff, Tang Dao style, without a sheath, very similar to a sword.
On the handle of the knife inlaid with a round of gold rings, there are two very muscular words:
Do not. return.
Biye Zhuqiao, when it happened.
Another year, you do not return.
The ink burned like a thunderbolt, the light in his pupils was as thin as the tip of a needle, and the color on his face was paler than a dead person and more ferocious than a ghost.
"No... no... no... don't!"
In desperation, he threw the no return to the ground, but Shen Wu connected with him and automatically returned to his waist.
"No!" The ink burned hysterically. He tried to summon the ghost. He wanted the red willow vine. He summoned it again and again, but the ghost didn't come.
No hell, no that vine whip.
Only no return accompanies him.
"Do you believe it now?" The lingering shadow gathered again, this time gathering faster than before, it quickly took shape, limbs, waist, head...
The ink burns and refuses to believe it.
He wouldn't believe it.
He ignored the cloud of black smoke and ran to the end of the bright light.
This is an illusion created by Xu Shuanglin... This is just an illusion...
Go where that light is and it's all over.
He ran wildly over there, taking the road and running wildly.
But the arm was held tightly again.
Mo Ran didn't want to pay attention to it anymore, he threw it away, and he shouted angrily: "Go away! Go away! What is true? Can you know better than me what is true? I know what is true! He treats me Well, it's true! He's not dead, it's true! How can what he and I have experienced over the years be fake?! Jinchengchi Peach Blossom Spring Ghost World Caidie Town, we have a hair-"
The voice interrupted him softly, almost like a sigh: "A Ran, the one with your hair is me, why don't you remember?"
He looked back abruptly, and saw that the black mist had gathered and formed, and her face was radiant and charming. Bright red dress.
"Xu Yingfeng, I can't walk anymore. You carried me up on your back. You asked me not to call you Your Majesty. From now on, I will only call you Ah Ran, have you forgotten?"
Her smile was as soft as grass, but the strength in her hands was astonishing.
Mo Ran suddenly broke free of her, this is definitely not Song Qiutong, his wrist has been pinched blue and purple, he continues to move forward, forward... The white light is getting closer...
He somehow seemed to know that was the way out.
over there... just over there...
He heard Song Qiutong laughing behind him and said, "Your Majesty, where are you going? Chu nightning is already dead and was killed by you alive, do you really want to go there?"
"… "
"There's..."
He didn't hear it clearly, he broke free from the restraints of those ghosts and those terrifying ghosts, he ran wildly, he put her voice behind him, the white sky light was getting brighter and louder in front of his eyes , He was like a man who was about to drown at the bottom of the sea, kicking his feet with all his might, and swimming towards the shattering light and shadow on the sea.
suddenly!
He plunged into the grand white light suddenly, and the darkness disappeared.
He was panting, his feet were weak, and he kept slowing his breath, like a person who just emerged from the water, breathing greedily. He couldn't adapt to such strong light for a while, so he raised his arms to cover his eyes, and after a while , he heard the chirping of birds, and smelled the faint fragrance of the begonias in the West House.
He opened his eyes slowly.
… where is he
The first thing I saw was the lush begonia tree, full of thin red and gorgeous branches, like a brocade of rays of light.
Not in the ancestral temple of Confucianism.
Is this fantasy... still not over
But his heart has gradually fallen apart, and he is suddenly not so sure who he is, where is the dream, and where is the reality.
He sat up, and a residual begonia flower that had fallen on the tip of his nose floated on his knees.
… sit up
Only then did he realize that he was lying down just now, as if he had just finished a nightmare. He looked around, in front of the Tower of Babel, the summit of death and life, and himself, sitting in a dark, open in the coffin.
In an instant, the ink burned and even the fingertips seemed to be cold.
He stood stunned for a while, then suddenly got up and staggered out of the coffin. He saw a monument standing in front of the coffin, without a single word on it, but a bowl of chao shou and a few dishes of stir-fry, all of which were his favorite foods. food. He stared at those things, he stared at the coffin.
Do not…
Do not.
The nightmare is not over.
He fell into a deeper nightmare, or is he actually awake now
Could it be true what the black shadow said
Did he really just take poison, lie down in front of the Tower of Babel, and have a long, long dream? Everything in the dream is...
He didn't dare to think about it any more, he got up like a madman, and ran straight towards the South Peak, the summit of life and death.
But it was not the same as before his death in his memory. He remembered that he had driven everyone away, but when he was halfway through, a group of palace people rushed out, and the leader was Elder Liu who had served him for many years. Liu Lao held a box, and his wrinkled face was full of joy: "Your Majesty, the elixir of rebirth is here! This is the elixir of rebirth!"
He stopped abruptly.
Both left and right knelt down to congratulate him, Liu Lao also knelt down, a pair of withered hands presented the brocade box, tremblingly handed it to the ink, and said hoarsely: "The fairy medicine, the fairy medicine that Your Majesty has been asking for, finally moved the gods. , this one is..."
The ink burned and said: "No... I, didn't I drive you down the mountain?"
The faces of the servants were ashen, and they kowtowed again and again, and Lao Lao was also extremely terrified: "Why did Your Majesty drive us away? But what is wrong with this old servant? This old servant—"
"What about the ten sects?"
Liu Lao was confused and looked up blankly: "What are the ten major schools? Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"
The ink burned and couldn't tell, so he took him to the Tongtian Tower to see. As soon as he came out of the jungle, he pointed to the grave in front of the tower: "Look over there, I just slept there, I-"
He turned his head, only to find that his coffin and tomb were gone.
Only the tombs of two solitary queens and concubines stood, with his dog crawling written on them crookedly.
Ink burning: "..."
Liu Lao worriedly said, "Your Majesty, what's the matter with you?"
"I..." Mo Ran stared at the two graves, his consciousness was already very confused, one moment he could clearly realize that it was all fake, but the next moment he felt that the real and the illusion were intertwined, he actually I can't tell where I am and what year it is.
Liu Lao sighed and said, "Your Majesty is too worried, have you been dreaming?"
"It's not a dream..." Mo Ran muttered, but then shook his head again, with a pale face, "No, of course this is a dream..." He said incoherently for a long time, and then suddenly turned his face and stared at Liu Lao, "The rebirth What about the medicine?"
Liu Lao presented the box.
He didn't go to pick up the box, he just opened it, and there was a dan pill that was as white as jade, exuding a warm luster.
He picked it up tremblingly, his throat twitched, and then went in the direction of the red lotus water pavilion.
But Liu Lao suddenly pulled him, and the ink burned back suddenly. His nerves were stretched to the extreme, and he was about to break the string. He asked: "What's wrong?"
Liu Lao, who was still friendly just now, suddenly turned gloomy, his eyes flashed with a strange luster, and said gloomily, "Your Majesty, did you go in the wrong direction?"
"What went the wrong way..."
"The place where Your Majesty should go is the Soul Conjuring Stage." Liu Lao said slowly, and those servants also slowly surrounded them, surrounded the ink, and slowly approached, "Your Majesty has always been thinking about it. Yes, isn't it going to resurrect your senior brother, Shi Mingjing?"
"I… "
"Now that the elixir of rebirth is in hand, why did your majesty abandon the conjuration platform and run to the red lotus pavilion instead?" Liu Laoyou said quietly, "for this rebirth method, your majesty killed tens of thousands of people, stepped down the door of Confucianism, and let the world go. A lot of grief is everywhere, blood is flowing into rivers, could it be that your Majesty has done all this, and in the end, he has to go against his original intention and instead take this medicine pill into another person?"
The ink burned and the heart was numb, he held the fairy medicine tightly, and he said: "You don't understand."
"Your Majesty must go to the Hall of Souls, not the Red Lotus Waterside." All the people's eyes flashed terrifyingly, with ghostly faces, they surrounded him and repeated, "Your Majesty must go to the Hall of Souls, not the Red Lotus. Waterside!"
The ink burned to protect the fairy medicine, his face was pale, and he said: "Let me get out of the way."
"Your Majesty must go to the Conjuring Stage—"
"Step aside!"
He pulled it out and held the cold handle of the knife. Those people seemed to shrink, and then the pupils became narrow and long like snakes, and each of them showed a twisted smile.
"You will be punished..."
"What do you think you can change?"
"Unbelievable."
"Three days and four nights."
"Oh, how can such a ruthless person possess an elixir."
"Take it back! Take it back!"
The ink burned to protect the elixir, slammed a bloody road, and ran to the South Peak of the dead. Whether it's a dream or a reality, he knows that Chu Wanning is there... Whether it is life or death, he has to go there. He must be by Chu Wanning's side to be at ease.
He ran into the barrier of the red lotus water pavilion.
Liu Lao and the others were kept out of bounds.
He glanced back at them, and then closed the green bamboo door. He didn't want to see any more people. This is the red lotus water pavilion, and it is only himself and...
"Master?"
He opened his eyes slightly in surprise. He saw that Chu nightning was standing under a begonia tree, wearing a high ponytail, wearing metal gloves, and focused on debugging a night tour god mecha that was about to be completed. . The wind picked up, and the pale pink petals rustled and fell, and fell in front of the steps like the first snow. The table was as gentle as ripples.
The end of the ink burning eyes was wet and red, and it was choked in an instant.
"Master..."
Chu nightning heard his voice and looked up. Because he was busy, he was biting a small file. When he saw the ink burning, he was slightly surprised. He took the file down, and then he straightened up and nodded to him. :"How did you come?"