Chapter 384 Those flowers and water that are separated from the darkness
The contemptuous and indifferent posture, the white skin that is not like a mortal, the face that is more beautiful and evil than the gods, and... those silver-white pupils that flow like a tide of mercury.
It is the most extreme beauty in the universe, a complete creation of magnificence and majesty, deep, melancholy, cold, dark, suffocating... At the same time, it is so warm that it makes people cry. Like the warm feeling behind the golden hillside.
The gentle wind carries the faint sun hanging on the treetops.
In the deep forest, Ye Yuran's body was weathering inch by inch. It was only a moment, but it seemed like thousands of years had passed. He still had the same smile and contented look on his face before he died, which was so weird and absurd that people couldn't face it.
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Ignoring this scene, under his silver pupils, the corners of his lips slightly raised, outlining a playful arc.
"Ha...haha...hahahahahahahahaha!!!"
The mocking laughter sounded low in the deep forest, getting louder and louder. The invisible time stopped for a moment, and the docile female lay under the mocking laughter, like a humble and obedient servant.
There was an inexplicable sense of pleasure and joy in that laughter, which seemed to be mocking and contemptuous.
He touched his throat, and there seemed to be a cold murderous aura still lingering there. When his fingers passed over it, there was a faint tingling sensation after regeneration.
How many thousand years?
It's not an emotion like anger or rage, but more like the surprise of a giant tripping over a stone, or the curiosity of a god after being played by an ant...
This long-awaited pain of having his head cut off surprised him, and he immediately started laughing.
"What a weak body..."
He opened his palms lightly, and soon lost interest in all this, and hid his eyes in boredom.
The true form is still sleeping in the depths of the Xuhai, and the wounds shattered by the omnipotence are still incomplete. Even he himself did not expect that during the long period of time when the true form was sleeping, one of his own
The wisp of will was the first to awaken, and was reborn into a woman's body, becoming a fetus.
What's it called?
He briefly searched the body's memory, and then narrowed his eyes with interest.
"Wu Ming, Vajra Temple? This time, I actually became a monk?" A playful smile appeared in his pupils little by little: "If Vipasi knew that I had entered a Samana, he would have been ecstatic, but it's a pity.
What a pity..."
In countless thousands of years, he has had countless names, White, Outer Dharma, Mara, Ancient Snake, Sons, Spirits, Antichrist, Ibus, Now Sage, Fangxian...
And Vipashin Buddha.
In other universes, he had met several times with the Great Tathagata, who was revered as the first of the seven Buddhas born out of tens of billions of suns. At that time, both of them wanted to save each other, which was natural and nothing.
Interesting memories of holding hands and talking happily.
The forest light was faint, and in the deep darkness, he smiled softly, then turned and left.
He is not the great sleeping ancient god, nor is he the Bai, Sons, Mara, Antichrist... He is just the first to revive as a ray of consciousness, limited and pitiful, and even his own true consciousness,
They can't stay there for long.
This body is too fragile, and it is too unbearable as a container to carry memories.
Instinctively, he felt waves of exhaustion and hunger coming over him. With tacit approval, the ignorant consciousness rose again and began to take over this fragile body again.
Suddenly, his face froze.
Several strings of strong winds violently shot past my ears, like wild rainbows, shaking my wide sleeves high. The cheers in the distance were also deafening, like rolling mountains and seas toppling over.
Small blood seams opened on the face, and the blood beads just fell, and then healed quickly.
Under the distant cheers.
In the dark forest, he held down the long-healed scar on his face. After a moment of silence, he leaned over and picked up the gorgeous arrow that penetrated the tree stump.
It was a splendid feathered arrow, with a fiery phoenix pattern engraved all over its body. At the end, a simple "thank you" character was spread out like a splash of ink.
"You're really looking for death."
quite a while.
In the darkness, a low, cold voice sounded.
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She thought she was going to die——
She ran hard in the forest, blood gushing out from countless large and small wounds, and even her clothes became heavy and wet, like an armor stained with molten iron... If it weren't for the strong enough energy in her body to
Without the vitality that burned in the furnace, she might have been dead long ago, killed by arrows, thrown guns, or strange shining swords.
Her consciousness gradually became blurry. She couldn't run anymore, and she couldn't run anymore. Even her breathing was filled with a heavy smell of blood, and blood flowed down from her nose, making her pale little face look miserable.
And pitiful.
There seemed to be countless people chasing her behind her, and the rumbling sound of the chariot crashing through the sky was like thunder. She didn't dare to look back, even if she was too tired to be weak, and even if everything in front of her was spinning backwards, she didn't dare to stop.
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She doesn't want to die...
She has obviously escaped from the heart of the furnace, has obviously left the bronze gate, and left the light field, but now... she doesn't want to die!
The moment she ran into the dark forest, when she had no strength left, when the shouts from the sky reached a boiling point.
Just then——
Suddenly, an untimely exclamation sounded sharply!
It was as if the curtain had been opened, screaming, roaring, howling, and cursing... After running away, she raised her head later, only to see ancient chariots as gorgeous as stars crashing one after another, and blood pouring from the sky like rain.
Sprinkle it down, dyeing the rivers all scarlet.
Cries, shouts, begging for mercy, curses... but in just a short moment, finally, all these sounds stopped.
All the bright rainbow lights in the sky were extinguished.
It was pitch black.
Everyone died, as if a monster in the darkness stretched out its claws and tore them into pieces one by one, taking away their souls.
The numerous and dense leaf crowns rub against each other, making a chaotic rustling sound in the evening wind. The dim moonlight sparsely falls from the gaps in the tree trunks. In the dusk, it is like countless pairs of eyes hiding in the darkness, cold and cold.
Staring at the only living thing.
She clenched her fists nervously, tripped over gravel as she retreated in panic, and fell to the ground.
After a brief moment of dead silence, laughter sounded softly from the depths of the darkness.
"So they are here to chase you? The arrow almost hurt me." It was a young man's voice, with complete indifference and nonchalance: "Who are you?"
"I……"
She blankly looked towards the direction of the sound, but she only saw an ink-like darkness, with a few faint dark red colors, swaying with the sound of the trickling stream, like fireflies on a midsummer night.
"I am the New God." She answered honestly.
"New God?" The voice laughed again. This time, she clearly heard the disdain and ridicule in the laughter, just like seeing a child put on an adult's clothes for fun: "What's your name?"
"Thank you Fan Jing!"
"Thank you Fan Jing?"
"I secretly read the ancient book and thought it sounded very good..." She was suddenly silent for a while and lowered her head: "Everyone in the light field said it sounded very good."
"New God, light domain?"
The voice sounded noncommittal, stretched out by the erratic wind. There was the rustling of grass being pushed aside in the distance, as if the owner of the voice had gone far away and was starting to leave through the dark stream.
Xie Fanjing's heart tightened for no reason. She staggered up from the ground. Before she could stand still, she fell hard and fell into the mud again.
"Hello!"
She raised her face and shouted forcefully into the dark depths of the forest: "Who are you and what is your name?"
In fact, I don’t know why I shouted like this. Did I want to say thank you, or did I want to see the face of the voice owner? After the shout came out, Xie Fanjing was also stunned. She lowered her head silently and covered herself with her hands.
He tried his best to hold himself up, staggered and almost fell down.
"Me? What a bold insect..."
The rustling sound of the grass being pushed aside stopped. At this time, the moonlight broke through the dark clouds, like mercury, and seemed to pour all the light into the dense forest, making the ground as bright as mercury.
A mist-like smoke slowly rose over the narrow stream a few steps wide. The handsome man with stern eyebrows turned around slightly, his white clothes seemed to have melted into the fog in the stream, and he looked distant, like a hazy shadow under the moonlight.
An unpredictable smile appeared on that indifferent and handsome face. In the moonlight, he looked at the little figure on the other side and became interested for the first time.
"Bai." He said calmly: "Call me Bai Shu..."
The place is bright with mercury.
In the moonlight, Xie Fanjing finally saw those dark red lights, like fireflies in midsummer.
The soft mignonette flowers swayed with umbrella-like branches on both sides of the narrow stream, and mist-like smoke wrapped around them, bit by bit, lingering in the flower crowns.
On both sides of the narrow stream, the man and the girl looked at each other. The wind blew powerfully from the forest, causing their clothes to fly.
Flowers and streams in the deep and lonely dense forest.
