Dai Luan rushed towards the mountain pass like crazy, Shan Hai grabbed her waist and hugged her, refusing to let go no matter how hard she struggled.
He knew what this meant to Dai Luan. The playmate and mentor who had grown up with him thought that he would live forever and that he would never disappear. You may have a temporary breakup, but there is no long-term relationship.
Farewell. Now he resolutely chooses to die and disappear, but you don't even have a chance to stop him.
Your choice cannot influence his choice.
This made Dai Luan feel real pain. If asked about the degree, it might be comparable to the moment when Shan Hai personally cut off the vines.
But miracles don't always happen, and Dai Luan doesn't place all her hopes on miracles. What's more, it has happened once, and now that something like this happened, it made her feel like "repaying a debt."
She was not the only one suffering. Yun Ge had mixed feelings at this moment and was dizzy. He had an indescribable sense of distortion, as if everything in front of him was an illusion. He had a question about whether Shui Wujun was the enemy who killed his father or a life mentor.
Exactly determined
Before discussing, he interrupted all previous considerations with new problems. Yun Ge felt that he was unsteady on his feet, and he took a few steps back to prevent him from diving headfirst into the bottom due to his strong curiosity and the illusion of weightlessness.
In the far, deep, bright and hot lava lake.
Mu Wan saw everything that happened in front of him. Strong emotions similar to those of others collided in his body, but there was no chance to escape. He wanted to shout, but he couldn't; he wanted to cry, but he couldn't shed tears.
Dai Luan cried for her. Shan Hai tried his best to hold her arm, but she refused to get up. She turned her back to the mountain pass and cried silently. Shi Wuqi squatted down and patted her head gently.
, again and again, like carefully wiping an expensive piece of porcelain. Yun Ge turned his head and looked at the weapons scattered on the ground. They all had double images because his dizziness continued.
On the ground in front of Dai Luan was Shui Wujun's hazy blue forehead band. It was lying on the ground, and the ground around it was covered with traces of Dai Luan's tears. Mu Wan just watched the tears fall quietly from her cheeks.
Sliding down, a warm light is reflected in the shadow of the face.
Suddenly, Mu Wan stood up suddenly.
Regaining control of her body was worthy of tears of joy, but she was definitely not in that mood, and her unrecovered physical condition did not allow her to do anything drastic. So Mu Wan fell down as soon as she stood up, as if she had been squatting for too long and suddenly stood up.
, the blood had no time to reach her brain. The spell fell lightly, but she did not feel any discomfort in her body, as if all the filth had been purified by something.
She knew what it was, and that was why she stood up suddenly.
Her actions attracted the attention of her friends. Shan Hai and the others looked over one after another. But Mu Wan did not explain much. She leaned up, pointed behind them with one finger, and shouted loudly:
"There! Sword! Quick!!"
Mu Wan couldn't organize any more words. She just wanted them to pay attention to the strange thing behind them. So a few people turned around as she wished and saw the astonishing scene.
Duan Chenhuan. The sword is three feet and seven inches long and weighs two pounds and eighty liang. The blade of the sword is dim smoky gray, and under the bright light, it reveals water patterns that look like ripples, sparkling and moving. It is not as regular as an ordinary sword.
Instead, it has a multi-faceted and disordered appearance. Both sides of the sword are uneven and undulating, and the light and shadow flow silently, turning thousands of times, splitting up the reflected scenery.
This sword embodies humanity.
It was lifted up by an invisible force. Dai Luan stretched out her hand dully, and it was slowly flattened and fell into her hand. After being briefly tempered by the magma, it still looked like an untempered semi-finished product. But she
You know, he succeeded.
The sword was not hot to the touch. Dai Luan still felt as if it was touching her own skin, unable to feel any heat or cold. She clenched the hilt of the sword tightly and brushed the blade. In this calm blade, something seemed to be flowing.
People's fresh blood. Mu Wan reluctantly stepped forward and talked with them
Standing together at the edge of the crater. In front of Dai Luan, the sparks and ashes that appeared along with the sword made people vaguely see the outline of a human figure, as if it was him who delivered the sword to them. Soon, these
Many turbulent sparks disappeared with the wind.
This was the last birthday gift Shui Wujun could give her, and it was heavier than anything else.
The ghost girl Thousand Faces let out a terrifying howl in the sky, shaking the earth and the mountains. Countless faces were reflected on the countless curved surfaces of this new sword, making them even more distorted and crazier.
Dai Luan remained silent and slowly wrapped Shui Wujun's hazy blue forehead band around the hilt of the sword.
"I'll still take the lead, does anyone have any objections?"
Shi Wuqi picked up the karma and calamity and pointed his sword into the sky. The bright flame suddenly burned from the root of the sword to the tip of the sword, facing the huge and ugly demon provocatively. Shan Hai held the Wind and Cloud Slash and formed a sword technique in his hand.
Dark rain clouds gathered higher up, and rumbling thunder could be heard from time to time. I don't know if it was the so-called bonding with the sword or the heaven's support.
Yun Ge picked up two swords from a distance. He took Resentful Eclipse and Jin Mieya in one hand each and handed them both to Mu Wan.
"Miss Liangqiu, don't be cruel to me this time."
Born to kill, this is called a sword.
Kill for the righteous, kill for the evil, kill for the guilty.
It is called Yin and Yang Dao.
The people of Wule City stayed up all night. Lightning and thunder thundered in the southern sky, and black clouds destroyed the mountains. Some people said that the dormant volcano was afraid that it would wake up, and people were panicked for a while. The sky there was sometimes as bright as day, sometimes as red as red.
On a bloody night, a businessman packed his things in a hurry and prepared to escape.
Here, believers can't afford to kneel down, burn incense, pray to Buddha, and ask for God's blessing. Most people don't want to leave, and they can't leave. Even if they run away, they have nowhere to go. This has been their home from several generations ago. They never thought that they would leave from the harsh government.
If you keep living, you will eventually have to bow your head in the face of natural disasters.
The women hugged their children tightly and hid under the quilt, while the men paced back and forth anxiously and tremblingly. It was late at night, the streets were noisy and crowded, and there were no soldiers to maintain order. What's more, some took advantage of the situation to rob others and hurt people with knives.
In this chaos, people suddenly heard a soft flute sound.
He is actually the city lord.
The city lord was holding a flute, standing on the high wall, playing an unknown tune. Its rhythm was long and tender, like drizzle, like the spring breeze, opening a wide path amidst the bustle of people, infiltrating the people.
A heart that has been dry for a long time.
The chaos gradually subsided, and the people looked at him in amazement, speechless.
Thousands of horses are in silence, and the water is flowing slowly.
An old man took out a pot and bowl and played a melody that was familiar to him when he was young. This music has a name, it must have a name, but everyone has forgotten it. Now, it is slowly being awakened. More people took out their musical instruments - simple
The musical instruments that were pieced together at random were played along with it in a stylish manner. Bowls and chopsticks, doors and windows, bamboo strips, and bows
Strings... People from all walks of life appeared, holding their own unique musical instruments. People hiding at home also came to the streets one after another. Those who knew how to join in, and those who didn't sang softly. Men, women, old and young all participated in this
It was a unique performance. Until the end, the sound of the city lord's flute was completely buried in the uniform singing and music.
It is like a unique spell that drives away the fear in people's hearts, leaving the darkness and anxiety behind, and indulges in the short-term pure land. Among the crowd with selfless expressions, a man in red clothes and black hair walked against the current, heading south
walk to the mountains.
Dai Luan was caught in the red cloud.
As if she was in a world of flesh and blood, a strong suffocation surrounded her. Countless tiny words filled her ears, making it impossible for her to call for help. She could clearly hear the voices of the mountains and the sea calling for help. Fortunately, the world would be broken.
Clutched tightly in her hand, these ghost faces in the blood mist did not even dare to approach her, just like they did in the outside world. Once they saw their own image reflected on the sword, they would run away like crazy.
If she waved this sword, she should be able to get out easily. However, Dai Luan gave up this idea after only a moment of reflection. Through this layer of terrifying blood, she could clearly see half of Mu Wan's face.
The face is still covered with a familiar mask. Although the control of the body is still in her hands, the flying red cloth strips on the mask clearly show her existence.
Dai Luan did not wave her sword. She held her breath and stared in Mu Wan's direction.
In the midst of lightning and flint, she emerged from her cocoon as if she was leaving a string.
No one expected that Dai Luan's Duan Chen Huan stabbed directly into the left half of Mu Wan's face. A bit of the sword tip sank into it, but there was no blood. Under the surprised gaze of the nearest Ling Shanhai, Dai Luan lightly turned her wrist,
With a strong push, Mu Wan lowered her waist, causing Dai Luan to pass her by.
Half of Mu Wan's face showed cracks and gradually peeled off. Under the gaze of everyone, strange fragments scattered on the ground.
Finally, there is a ghost horn with a red cloth strip.
The shrill wails continued one after another, more tragic, more vivid, and more harsh than ever before. The cries of grief and anger did not have any emotional color, or they were full of emotions that were difficult for humans to interpret. The ghost girl Qianmen's newly formed body also
Like that half sheet
The masks all fell off, and pieces of flesh were attached to them, wrapping up countless faces and pouring into the boiling lava lake. Everyone looked at this scene with a tired look, numbed by fatigue.
, it seems it will take some time to accept.
However, the source of miserable sounds in the wilderness does not stop here.
In the thick clouds, lightning fell to the ground one after another, turning into cold and ruthless chains. More chains rose from the ground, and the tightly entangled Yingyue Jun rolled on the ground. He cried helplessly.
, making a big fuss.
"Do you know it's wrong?" The voice kept rumbling in his mind, "Do you know it's wrong?"
"I'm not wrong!!" he shouted at the top of his lungs.
The chains wrapped tighter, crushing his bones one by one. Severe pain lingered in this small body over and over again.
Until before his almost black eyes, a pair of clean wooden clogs appeared. He struggled to move, pulling the weeds on the ground with his deformed fingers, and climbed forward pathetically.
"Brother Changye! Help me! Save me!" Yingyue Jun cried, "I don't want to die, I don't want to disappear, I haven't seen it with my own eyes yet..."
Lord Xueyue took a step back coldly.
"You...you are..."
"What does the life and death of the lost dog have to do with me?"
Yingyue Jun heard the sound of something breaking again. It was crisp, but not pleasant, and it made the eardrums hurt. I don’t know which bones it was. Anyway, they were all twisted together with the internal organs.
Lord Xueyue clapped his hands expressionlessly, and the fires of heaven and earth were reflected one after another, burning along the chains in the desolate wilderness, setting a prairie fire. Then, he no longer ignored the dying screams behind him, and left silently.
The strong light from the east breaks through the dark clouds and rains down on the world like arrows.
Just today, he knew that two of the six realms of impermanence would never wake up again.
