Time, space.

It is the foundation of a world, and for life, the meaning of time is far beyond space.

Space is too illusory for life, while time is closely related to the fundamental existence of life.

Lu Qinghe was in the river of time, watching things happen constantly, and he was imprisoned in the confinement room without any accident. As for Zhou Xuansheng, he must have sent someone to his room to turn the Nine Strikes of the Sky and related ancient books. There are two days in the time, and two days later, if he cannot find the Nine Strikes of the Sky, he will lose patience and tear off his hypocritical face and personally interrogate the whereabouts of Nine Strikes of the Sky.

"Something has to be done."

Lu Qinghe looked at the boy around him in the room...

This is an unsolvable vicious cycle.

Even though the young man finally got the Qingping Holy Sword, he eventually refined Qi and turned into a god, came to this world, and then through some changes, practiced, he chose to attack the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm. Just like he had encountered before, he fell into a dead knot under the self-destruction of the Demon Ape in the Mianshi.

Damn people will die.

“I have to do something.”

Lu Qinghe repeated again, aggravating his "tongue"!

He thought of this series of experiences in his mind, and finally thought of Lu Qingyun. After he became enlightened, he had almost no other choice. If the only worries were Lu Qingyun's life and death.

perhaps……

If he can do something, the future will change.

As soon as he thought about this, Lu Qinghe suddenly moved.

There is no concept of "movement" in his consciousness. He has tried to struggle and move before, but no matter what he does, there is an eternal void around him. He thinks he is moving, but there is no space in the river of time. Moving or not moving has no meaning.

But now...

Qingping Holy Sword can be used as his reference.

The straight line between him and Qingping Holy Sword is distance, space, and the meaning of "moving".

As Lu Qinghe's consciousness moved, he could clearly feel that he was weakening at an extremely fast speed, just like a fish leaving the river. After only a moment of stranding, he suffocated and lost almost all the strength on his body, struggling in pain...

Finally, his figure fell back into the river of time.

Can't leave.

The river of time cannot leave at all.

Lu Qinghe looked at the picture ahead and his eyes fell on Qingping Holy Sword.

Time in the picture passed quietly, everything was exactly the same as Lu Qinghe’s memory, Zhou Xuansheng’s interrogation, Tan Ya’s rescue, and finally witnessing her death again...

Immediately afterwards, he fled all the way, without any stop... Finally stepped into Taiyue Mountain.

At this time, he was only fifteen years old.

A fifteen-year-old boy has this kind of experience...

The pursuers arrived.

Two martial arts masters and six gunmen.

Lu Qinghe could even see the panic in the boy's heart and the powerless fear.

This fear was projected directly onto him, causing the dusty memories in his mind to wake up again, and let him empathize with that young man.

"No!"

Lu Qinghe, who had struggled more than once, suddenly let out a low roar.

His figure once again "stands" from the long river of time, looking at the young man who was anxious and devoured by fear in his heart, without any assistance, no power to rely on, and no one can save him, and anger burst out from his heart.

Because he could clearly remember how helpless and desperate he was at that time!

The same pain and despair, he was unwilling to experience it again.

"Time! I have understood the way of time! It can change! The future can change!"

Lu Qinghe roared, and his whole body was like a burning moth, suddenly rushed towards the picture ahead, regardless of the suffocational pain and weakness of leaving the Time River.

As he pounced on that picture, the pain made him feel like he was burning, burning from the inside out. Perhaps before he could really step into that picture, this force would burn his fragile consciousness into ashes and wipe out.

"This is not the end!"

Lu Qinghe looked at the Qingping Holy Sword in his hand.

The young man has been locked by two warriors and six gunmen, and the shadow of death has completely swallowed him up.

At this time, he had burned all his strength, and the only thing he could do next...

Throw!

Throw the Qingping Holy Sword in his hand out with force!

Let the Qingping Sword pierce the barrier of time, appear in the river of time, appear on the path of the boy's escape, let the boy get the Qingping Holy Sword, use the Qingping Holy Sword to see through all things to kill the two warriors behind him, kill the six gunmen sent by Tang Yuan, and then take the pseudonym of the Qingping Holy Sword "Qing" character Ye Qingfeng, and hide his name until he is successful in his cultivation, and finally embarks on the path of refining Qi and turning into God...

After he lost the only reference object of the Qingping Holy Sword, he fell into eternal destruction in this long river of time.

This is the final outcome.

Thinking of this, Lu Qinghe, who was holding the Qingping Holy Sword, almost stagnated his mind.

This is the ending.

This is the final result.

Qingping Holy Sword originated from himself.

It originated from his throwing at this moment!

It's like a ring of Mobius, endless, endless cycles.

but……

This is really the result he wants!?

Constant repetition, continuous reincarnation!?

Moreover, if the Qingping Holy Sword was really thrown out from the long river of time and thrown to him when he was fifteen years old, then where did the real Qingping Holy Sword originate and where was the starting point?

"Bang!"

At this moment, the crisp gunshots rang out in the void.

The moment Lu Qinghe hesitated and never threw the Qingping Holy Sword out, one of the six gunmen finally locked the young man, and then...

Shooted.

With the burst of blood, the young man running wildly fell down and his body rolled a few times with inertia, leaving no sound...

The sudden change caused Lu Qinghe's pupils to shrink suddenly.

it's over!?

It's really over!?

Dead!?

Was he dead at the age of fifteen?

This is not his memory, he has not really been shot in his memory!

And, if that teenager was really dead...

Then what is he?

The boy died at that time, and Lu Qinghe would have no future.

And at present, Lu Qinghe is still there...

"This is not the real ending!"

Lu Qinghe seemed to have a new force on his body, and his consciousness burst out like an explosion in an instant. At the same time, a brilliant blue light flashed from the Qingping Holy Sword, which suddenly included Lu Qinghe's bursting consciousness. The next moment, he was like a green meteor, cutting through the trajectory of the long river of time and projecting directly into that picture...

...

"Go and see if that kid is dead."

A voice echoed in my ears.

Lu Qinghe could already hear the sound.

Yes, hear, really hear.

"This is the order of the eldest son. Don't be careless. For safety reasons, I will make a few shots on the head. Xiao Liu, go."

"good."

A voice responded, followed by the sound of footsteps slowly coming.

The next moment, it hurts!

The biting pain hit his nerves, and it was accompanied by heavy weight, heavy weight from the body, heavy weight from the soul, heavy weight from the air, and heavy weight from all things in the world.

This is the body of a mortal.

"call out!"
To be continued...