In this world, from ancient times to the present, many things have happened to shake big trees.

Some soldiers killed generals, subordinates usurped kings and princes, and monks killed stars. These things happened to them, regardless of success or not.

However, since history, no one has dared to attack the people of Xingchen Pavilion.

They are Xingchen Pavilion, the mourner of Xingyue, and can even be said to be the true master of this world. No one, demon, barbarian, or any creature dared to challenge them.

They have seen too many starry sky who are always tall and flattering at them, waving their tails and begging for their lives. But today, they finally saw different scenery.

It was a high-rise knife. The knife was only three feet tall, and the blade was snow-white, reflecting the stars and moonlight, so bright that it made people unable to open their eyes.

It was like thunder and thunder, swinging down with a decisive will, cutting through the rich night and cutting through the world.

Qingluan never thought that one day there would be someone who would dare to raise the knife to her. She paused with the jade flute's hand, and then she felt the power contained in the knife. Her eyes suddenly opened wide, and a blue light appeared between her and the knife.

Mo Tingyu saw all this in his eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He shouted loudly, and his hand holding the knife raised backwards. The knife drew a strange arc against the flowing light summoned by the Qingluan, and turned his head to slash towards the sky.

North of Yunzhou, on Tianmen Mountain.

There was a middle-aged man standing silently on the top of the mountain. He was wearing a gray cloth and his appearance was not surprisingly good. He looked like an ordinary citizen. But if you look closely, you will find that the stars in the sky seemed to be rotating with men as the center, like stars surround the moon, and like birds watching the phoenix. He was like the king of this world, the heaven, earth, mountains, rivers, sun, moon and stars, all of which were arranged by him.

With a wave of his hand, dozens of stars shot down a faint silk thread together, connecting some people in every corner of the world. Among them were kings, masters, hermits, they were humans, monsters, or barbarians. But without exception, they were all star-dead and the most powerful group of people in this world.

Among these stars, there is a star that is sometimes dark and sometimes bright. The star is called Ying Huo. He remembers that it has only been less than two hundred years since it became a star, and it is considered a very young star.

"It's a pity that you're going to die today." The man looked at the stubbornly twinkling star and said with regret.

But soon he put away his regret.

"Huh?" The man felt something different. He looked at him. The clouds and mist in the sky dispersed and the grass and trees on the ground swayed. Wherever his eyes went, animals were evasive and ghosts gave way.

Finally, he saw a white light coming from the north, like a beast in the prehistoric world. It roared, it roared, and it tore up everything that stood in front of him, whether it was the mountains on the earth or the stars in the sky.

He arrived in an instant, crossed the man's eyes like lightning, and ran to the southeast.

For the first time in a thousand years, something that a man could not control appeared in the world.

Anger appeared on the man's face, but he had not yet tasted this emotion that he had never experienced since he was in charge of the Star Pavilion for thousands of years. Something that made him even more irritable happened.

Hiss.

It was the sound of a line being cut off by some sharp weapon.

He suddenly turned his head and looked southeast. The white light cut off the lifeline between Ying Huo and the human world.

Someone cut off the death line between the star of Yinghuo and its star! He wants to save Yinghuo, but he wants to go against the will of heaven and change his fate!

A thought emerged in the man's mind, which made him feel like his mind was about to explode.

His face became ferocious, like some kind of beast.

"You dare!" he roared angrily, his voice as loud as a thunder, shocking the eight wildernesses.

The stars in Zhoutian seemed to have received some kind of decree, and the starlight was so grand that it made the entire Chinese continent look like daytime. The stars seemed to carry some kind of energy. Some extremely small white silks began to appear between the cut-off lifeline of the Star of the World, and these white silks slowly appeared one by one.

He was using the power of the stars, and he wanted to reconnect the broken lifeline.

Every star dies with the power of heaven and earth. Their destiny is related to the rise and fall of tens of millions of living beings. The star dies and the star dies and connects sentient beings. After controlling the life and death of the star dies, they control the sentient beings in the world and control the entire world.

Once the star death line breaks, it means that the Star Pavilion's absolute control over the world has been shaken. This kind of shakenness is absolutely not allowed in the man's heart.

The white silk continues to accumulate, and the broken lifeline is about to be connected.

The hideousness on the man's face finally disappeared, and he felt his control over the world again. As long as his thoughts move, the great power in the dark will make the world run according to his will. This feeling is simply fascinating and makes people unable to touch it. Therefore, anything that dares to hinder his will will be destroyed.

For example, those star deaths who have tried to explore the truth of the world, and the master of the white light.

Qingluan looked at all this blankly, watching the sword light cut through the sky, easily cutting off the lifeline of Yingmao Star.

She just doesn't understand.

Although she felt the power contained in that slash, she had also seen the more powerful and ancient star death, unwilling to be destroyed, and tried to cut off the lifeline, but they all failed. The lifeline contained cause and effect, destiny, and that kind of thing was not something that could be destroyed by pure power.

But the man in front of him was terriblely low, but he could cut off his lifeline. This thing that was even more incredible than a fantasy happened to her, forcing her to believe it.

But after being stunned, she felt a burst of joy.

When the lifeline was broken, her sister would not have to die. She had already forgotten her feelings, but the thoughts hidden deep in her soul told her that she did not want her sister to die just like this.

Even Wutong could not imagine the change. She only saw Mo Tingyu's knife slashing down, and then turned the blade in the air and swung to the sky. She had no time to stop everything. But the moment the sword light disappeared in the sky, she felt the dark aura that had been entangled in the depths of her soul disappeared.

Although she could no longer feel the existence of the life star, and her realm fell from the death of the star, the shadow of death also left at the same time. Even the shackles she had always felt dissipated, and the world suddenly became clear, and a feeling of indescribableness lingered in her heart. It seemed that at this time, she truly felt the world.

"Cough cough." Mo Tingyu was panting, and sweat soaked his clothes. He stood on the knife and half-kneeled on the snow. Blood dripped down the corner of his mouth, and plum blossoms bloomed on the snow.

Wutong and Su Changan hurriedly stepped forward to support Mo Tingyu's body.

Su Changan suddenly remembered Mo Tingyu who once said that once his knife was unsheathed, he would definitely die. He looked at Mo Tingyu now. The man who was like a god just now seemed to have become ten years older in an instant. He felt sad, but he didn't want to show it. He suddenly understood a truth from Mo Tingyu and Wutong. There are too many things in this world that you can't change. No matter how heart-wrenching you cry or how sad you toss and turn, it's useless. All you can do is face him and face him with a smile. So Su Changan smiled hard, even though the smile was extremely ugly, he still smiled hard.

"Has it been successful?" Mo Tingyu looked at Wutong, his face was pale but full of hope.

"Yeah." Wutong nodded with tears in her eyes, and was about to say something. But then the world suddenly trembled, and a decree came overwhelmingly. It rushed from all directions, and there was no way to avoid it.

"You dare!" The voice was like thunder, with supreme majesty.

The shadow of death that had just disappeared spread over my heart again, and the lifeline of the dead star connected to her again. Although this connection was very weak, this connection was enhanced at a speed she could feel. A dead aura came from the stars, and her vitality quickly dissipated. In just a few breaths, she became like white paper again. She couldn't even support her body, and fell to the snow, but was hugged by Mo Tingyu.

The smile that had just appeared on Mo Tingyu's face also disappeared. He looked up at the sky. There was nothing else except a star. But Mo Tingyu seemed to be able to feel something different, with a silent and breathless force in the dark, and it was so powerful that it was suffocating.

From the sun, moon, stars, to the animals, plants and trees, it seems that all things in the world are shining with that power at this moment. They together exuded a will - today the soul of the Yinghuo returns to the sea of ​​stars!

Suddenly, throbbing came from his blade, as if something was about to pour into his body.

The thing carried a force that ruined the world and a hatred that was almost desperate for everything in the world. Mo Tingyu didn't know what it was and why it appeared in his knife, but he knew that once he accepted him, he had the strength to compete with the power in the dark.

But his instinctive resistance, the hatred that the thing contained, made him feel scared.

It seemed that he had made a very important decision. He took a long breath and put his knife into the scabbard. At that moment, he seemed to hear something roaring.

Mo Tingyu stood up with difficulty and firmness. He put the weak Wutong on Su Changan's hand, touched Su Changan's head, and then stuffed the knife that he had finally unsheathed and the scabbard into Su Changan's arms, and smiled and said, "Take good care of her, she is your master's wife."

He did every step seriously and solemnly throughout the whole process, like a ritual of some kind.

"Yeah." As if feeling what Mo Tingyu was going to do, Su Changan nodded heavily. He held Wutong one head taller than him in his right hand, and held the knife that was one size bigger than him in his left hand. He looked up and looked at Mo Tingyu with a light shining in his eyes. He regarded it as an eternal oath, a man's promise to another man, and a swordsman's trust in another swordsman. He engraved it deeply in his heart, letting time pass, but he will never forget it.

After waiting for Su Changan's answer, Mo Tingyu finally let go of his last concern.

He raised his head and opened his hands as if he wanted to receive some kind of baptism.

The spiritual power of this world is also like being pulled by Mo Tingyu. Mo Tingyu seemed to have become their king at this moment. They gathered towards Mo Tingyu, as if they were worshiping their kings.

Mo Tingyu's body slowly rose, and the aura on his body began to continue to rise.

Earth Spirit...

God listens...

Soul guard...

Asked...

His realm broke through step by step, and in a few breaths, he broke through three levels in a row, and in a blink of an eye, he reached the peak of the Tao. Above the Tao, Xingyun was Xingyun. Now he only had to communicate with a star, ignite the spark of the life palace, and connect it with the star with the lifeline. He was Xingyun.

But this step seems simple, but it is difficult to ascend to heaven. Throughout history, I don’t know how many geniuses and monsters stopped here and ended with hatred.

He was able to break through three levels in a few breaths because he accumulated a lot of strength in ten years. But the road to death requires more things, talent, time, and experience are indispensable. Every star is a world, so how difficult it is to capture a world? Even Mo Tingyu, he, the most talented swordsman in the human race in a century, can not be done in a short time.

But if the star he was going to light up was a dying star, it would be a different matter.

Yes, he wants to ignite the death of the star of Yingmao. If he really needs a star named Yingmao to die today, then he will die on her behalf.

Ten years ago, his master Yaoguang returned to the Star Sea. Ten years later, he didn't want to see the girl he cared about leaving him in the same way again. Even if she killed his master, even if he was the saint of the demon clan and the dead enemy of the human race, he still didn't want to watch her die so much. If there was really a sin, then he would carry it on her behalf. If there was really a hell, then he would fall on her behalf. Just for ten years later, she could still hold her hands and call him with a smile on her face: "Listening to the rain."

A white line that could not be seen in the naked eye suddenly stretched out in Mo Tingyu's body. It was his lifeline, which contained his destiny, cause and effect, something that even Xingyu could not control, but Mo Tingyu did it. He did too many incredible things tonight. This man's body contained a terrible power, which could usurp life and death, and change the world.

Mo Tingyu's lifeline began to grow, and rushed towards the southeast sky like a python and dragon. It was thousands of miles away and arrived in an instant. The lifeline seemed spiritual, and it was a whip to the lifeline of the Yingmao Star and Wutong that were reconnecting. The already fragile lifeline collapsed instantly. Mo Tingyu's lifeline did not wait for the lifeline extended by the Yingmao Star to have any chance of reaction, so he turned around and pounced towards the Yingmao Star.

The stars have spirits, and no living creature will be willing to die. Mo Tingyu's lifeline brings his vitality. For the dying star, the dry wood meets fire, and the dead wood meets nectar. The lifelines of the two quickly became entangled.

Mo Tingyu was completely exhausted by the star in the blink of an eye. His skin slowly withered, his black hair began to turn pale from the root, and his whole body became old in a short while. But it was obvious that he was very happy, and he was unprecedented. He succeeded. No matter how many powers he didn't know in this world he wanted to lead her to death, he finally saved her.

"Play your soul song, it's time for the heroic soul of Yingmao to return to the starry sea." He said to Qingluan, who was still stunned.

Then, he turned his head with difficulty and looked at Su Changan and Wutong, whose face began to be rosy. He could only hear the sound murmurs by himself.

He said: "Life. Live with a smile."
Chapter completed!