A giant umbrella made of swords covered the sky in Zhouyuan, blocked the falling fire from the sky, and supported the space fragments that were about to fall. The falling sky fragments should have no weight, but the attached On the invisible umbrella surface, there is a seemingly infinite weight. There was only a soft slap, and Chen Changsheng's feet sank deeply into the hard rock, countless fine cracks appeared on the edges, and his pants instantly turned into countless crumbs.
The next moment, his body trembled violently, the unimaginable weight and coercion of the sky directly transmitted to his body through Wan Jian, every bone in his body seemed to be creaking and might break at any time.
The horrible cracking sound continued, and his feet continued to break through the hard rock. He could no longer support himself, and his left knee went limp, so he knelt down like this, and his knee fell heavily on the rock, throwing out countless gravels and smoke .
I could only hear a muffled rumbling sound like thunder from below, and the smoke and dust rose up, gradually covering the nearby grassland and the white grass road that was no longer what it used to be. The whole mausoleum began to vibrate, and then unexpectedly It sank several feet in a very short time!
This is the weight of the sky.
Chen Changsheng knelt on one knee on the top of the mausoleum. Under the sky, his face became paler and his expression became more and more painful. His body, which had been bathed in the blood of the real dragon, could be said to be as strong as steel. There is no way to break through his outer defense, but under this pure and terrifying weight, even if his body is real steel, it seems that it will be crushed into pieces of iron.
Fortunately, it wasn't the real sky after all, it was just the fragments of the sky torn down by the energy storm. Although it was extremely painful and almost crushed directly, he still held on, and his body gradually stopped shaking.
The eleven stone pillars around the mausoleum have also truly calmed down, and there is a faint breath flowing between the black stone tablets. If it weren't for the black stone left by Wang Zhice, neither he nor Xu Yourong, nor the human cultivators and monsters in the Zhou Garden, would have been able to survive as they are now, at least with a sliver of life.
He knelt at the highest point of the mausoleum, holding a yellow paper umbrella in his left hand and a short sword inserted into the rock in his right hand. He raised his head with great difficulty and looked into the distance, hoping that the ray of life had come.
The cracked sky was already very gloomy, but now it was covered by countless sword shadows, and the world of Zhou Yuan was even more gloomy. The collapse of heaven and earth stopped temporarily, and the hurricane on the grassland was still dancing wildly, and many monsters could be seen rushing to On the edge of the grassland, you can also see the burning gardens in the distance. There is a faint aura rushing away at a high speed. Has someone already left
Then, his gaze passed through the wildly dancing wind and sand and landed in the distance, and he could vaguely see that the roc flying out of the grassland with the girl in his arms, disappeared into the mountains on the horizon.
You have to live and live well.
He thought silently in his heart.
The gate of Zhou Garden may have been opened, the people who participated in this trial are leaving, and those monsters may escape, but he can't leave. Together with Zhou Yuan, he was crushed into green smoke.
The hurricane was still raging on the grassland, his knees were deeply wedged into the rock at the highest point of the mausoleum, his head was lowered wearily, feeling that his situation was like the famous tragic hero in the state religion myth.
On the steep mountain road, the hero who exhausted all his strength against the rolling boulder would be crushed to death by the boulder if he slackened a little, and he could only spend his life fighting against the boulder day and night forever. in the process.
Chen Changsheng never thought that he would enter such a desperate situation. He doesn't want to be a tragic hero, nor does he have the idea of sacrificing his life for righteousness, he is not that great. It's just that he wants to live, and he wants many people to live.
Like people he knows, people he cares about.
Zhexiu, if you are still alive, then be alive, Qijian, you should be alive too, and that girl from the Xiuling clan who just disappeared in the mountains, has the same surname as her and has a beautiful name... Girl at the first meeting, you want Live well.
As for what should he do next? He said to Xu Yourong just now that he would figure it out, and these three words actually meant that he didn't know what to do, but he really wanted to see if there would be the changes he was waiting for.
The reason why the famous tragic hero in the mythology of the state religion exhausted his years and lives in the confrontation with that rock until his despair turned into a stone sculpture was because no one helped him during those long years. The reason why no one is willing to help him is because he was very proud and never willing to help those humble common people.
Although Chen Changsheng often makes people have nothing to say, no one would think that he is proud. Self-confidence and pride have never been synonymous, and he has always been willing to help others, such as those human practitioners who are fleeing to the outside of the Zhou Garden at this time .
Those who have achieved the Tao will help more.
Big figures of the state religion like Bishop Meilisha, and strong men like Zhu Luo, who are alone in the moonlight, are all outside the gate of Zhou Garden. As long as he persists for a while, these people will definitely come to rescue him.
That's what Chen Changsheng thought.
But, how long will it last? How long will it last
The terrifying weight of the sky caused pain everywhere in his body. As time passed, the umbrella he held in his right hand became heavier and heavier until his arm gradually lost feeling, as if it was useless.
I don't know how long it has passed, the voice of the black dragon sounded from the short sword inserted in the stone on the top of the mausoleum: "Are you... all right?"
Chen Changsheng lowered his head and asked, "Are you okay?"
He is more concerned about how it is now. Earlier, in order to fight against the golden-winged roc, the departed soul of the black dragon woke up from the lake outside the Youfu, and then entered the short sword. After that, there was no time for any communication.
Heilong was silent for a while, then said, "It's okay."
Chen Changsheng said: "I'm fine too, I can... last a little longer."
The black dragon said: "I understand, this is the so-called pun in your human language, but you know, compared to the dragon language, this kind of skill or complexity is really pitiful and outrageous."
Chen Changsheng said wearily, "Can you say something else?"
Heilong said: "Well, there is something you don't seem to know, I was thinking whether to tell you..."
Chen Changsheng said, "It doesn't matter anymore."
The voice of the black dragon became a little cautious: "You... you won't die, will you?"
"No." Chen Changsheng replied without thinking.
The black dragon was silent for a long time, and said: "It seems that you are really going to die."
Chen Changsheng was a little helpless, and said, "Why do you say that? I said I won't die."
Heilong said: "You answered too quickly just now... you didn't care about it."
Chen Changsheng didn't bother to deal with it anymore, and vaguely felt that something was wrong. It doesn't surprise him that the black dragon can speak human language, but why its voice is so tender and tender, like a woman...
He didn't ask, because he was really tired at this time, very tired, very painful, and almost... couldn't hold on anymore.
This is the weight of the sky, how long can mortals last
He wasn't sweating, but it felt like every muscle in his body had been torn and was about to lose strength. His mind has become a little trance, his true energy has been exhausted, and even his vision has become blurred.
All swords are silent, he is also silent, and even entered a state of forgetting everything, forgetting everything.
I don't know how long it took, the howling wind gradually weakened, the coercion brought by the violent energy turbulence gradually disappeared, the weight from the yellow paper umbrella also gradually disappeared, and the world became quiet.
Chen Changsheng opened his eyes, exhausted to the extreme, and looked around.
At this moment, a piece of snow fell and landed on the surface of the yellow paper umbrella. Such a soft piece of snow caused a sharp pain in his wrist, and he almost couldn't hold the handle of the umbrella. Zhou Garden...is it snowing
no.
This is not Zhouyuan, this is a snowfield.
He looked into the distance and saw a majestic city faintly under the shadow of the sky.
where is this He was dazed and didn't know what was going on. Shock and exhaustion made him unable to move, and he still maintained the previous posture - he knelt on one knee in the snow field, holding a dagger in his left hand and a yellow paper umbrella in his right.
The sky here is not cracked, and Xue Yuan is quiet and beautiful. Of course, his appearance is a bit ridiculous.
Footsteps sounded, and a person walked up to him, murmured softly, and said, "There is a sword."
Then the man reached out and took the yellow paper umbrella from Chen Changsheng's hand.
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