Chapter nine hundred and eighty-two present and present.
A page of book has withstood hundreds of years of frost. It carries many memories.
But as the frost and snow set in, the pages of this chapter will eventually fade.
The wind has risen and the cicadas are chirping. Will they still hear it? The cicadas wake up before the autumn wind stirs, hoping that they will die without knowing it.
In one hundred years of life, Chu Cheng lost very few people, all because he did not know that in this life, that person could no longer hear him.
For Chu Cheng, that person is the one who carries the heaviest weight in this picture.
This weight, even after thousands of years, millions of years, will never be forgotten at the last moment of his death.
I thought we could only meet again in dreams, but I didn't expect to see each other today.
This is no longer a dream, but a reality.
The demonic clone pinched the palm of his hand hard with his fingertips. The skin and flesh penetrated layer by layer, and the blood circulated. He clearly felt the pain and finally confirmed that this was not an illusion.
The fingers wrapped around the black hair were like strumming a string at this moment, stopping and stopping again and again.
With that finger as the center, with every violent movement, ripples were created. In just one breath, the entire hundred-level clearing formed a huge ripple lake.
This lake is like a lake. It is sparkling blue, undulating and flowing, and under the white snow in the waves, it seems to freeze in an instant.
The man in white clothes slowly retreated towards the back. Feeling the movement, Xiu Mei frowned slightly.
The footsteps moved on the ground, making the undulations more violent, as if ice shards were being stepped on, flying all over the sky, and swirling around the body.
Amid panic and unconsciousness, the demonic clone moved forward step by step. But his mind was still in shock.
The man in white felt that the hand on the other side was holding it in the light, but it was powerless at all. As long as he exerted a little force, he could snatch the object from this person's hand.
But when I felt the ripples in all directions, I felt endless emotions in my heart.
The man in white's eyes fell on the opponent's palm, and he felt an increasingly familiar aura. The invisible emotion became even longer.
There was a pair of eyes that slowly closed and then opened instantly. When they opened, a little scarlet appeared in those beautiful eyes.
At the same time as the scarlet color appeared, the world in all directions shook violently, making the torrential fireworks in the surrounding walls even more violent, but they were unable to impact the place where the two of them were standing.
There are countless clues all around.
These are all thin white threads, intertwined between the two of them. They go wrong over and over again, connecting to each other.
When the man in white saw these thin white lines, he frowned again and again.
These are all lines of cause and effect, showing and showing that there is no connection between the two people in time.
But at the next moment, a ray of yellow line appeared from the body of the white-haired man opposite, and connected with his own body. This frown made the gaze condense.
"Xiaoyi...has a deep connection with this person."
As soon as he finished speaking, the man in white's face suddenly changed. His heart was shaken.
Just because he saw that behind the yellow thread, in that palm, the finger wrapped with black hair, a billowing red mist rose up, turned into thousands of strands, and suddenly connected to the body.
This made the man in white feel dazed and confused at this moment.
With thousands of crimson strands connecting behind him, the green strands in that finger instantly burned to ashes, scattering and being submerged in ripples.
These red lines are difficult to distinguish from cause and effect. In this world, only oneself and oneself are so profound.
At this moment, the man in white stopped walking. There was a heavy breathing sound on the tip of his nose, and his eyes towards the demonic clone were a little solemn.
That was his black hair, but it was in the hands of others.
This was not the first time for the man in white to see the demonic clone. He had already seen it from a distance when he was at the Rakshasa Gate. At that time, the line of cause and effect was revealed, and it did not appear like this.
So, why did his black hair appear in the hands of others?
The demonic clone was still in shock, even though I had already prepared it in my heart. The moment I saw it, my mind was already shaken and I suddenly realized.
Until a scream of surprise pulled him out of his panic, and brought his mind back to reality.
"My God, my God! What did Master Jian see? She...she...she...isn't she...sleeping in Taichu Space? Why does she appear here? And...she...
It moves."
Movement is the key. If the person you see is sleeping and lying quietly in front of you, the sword spirit will only think that the demonic clone has moved that person here.
But the people you see will move.
That person lost three souls and six souls, and now he is just an angel. How could he appear alive in the world?
"Xue Yao...Senior..." The demonic clone could hear the heartbeat in his chest beating violently, like the roar of a thunder drum.
In the ripples of light, the hand no longer trembled. But his body remained the same.
On this hundredth floor, the peerless grace on the opposite side is clearly reflected in the pupils, with incomparable clarity.
At this time, the demonic clone finally sighed, slowly retracted his outstretched palm, bowed and saluted with an excited tone: "Senior Xue Yao..."
The man in white frowned again, doubting again.
"I don't know why you saluted me, but I am not the Xue Yao you said. My surname is Feng and my first name is Jingjie. You must have recognized the wrong person." Although the man in white had doubts in his heart, he was puzzled.
Zhong still answered.
After hearing the words, the demonic clone pinched his hands slightly, then relaxed them. He said with a little helplessness: "I forgot that you are in this world. I originally guessed that you existed in this world. But I didn't expect that between you and me,
The encounter will be so quick."
"It was so fast that I didn't have time to react. I didn't have time to prepare."
The man in white frowned again when he heard the words. He looked at the demonic clone carefully for a moment, and then said: "I still don't understand what you are talking about. It's just that this destiny thing must be what the master said is the most powerful supernatural power in all worlds.
, are you just going to give it up to me? Don’t you want to fight for it?”
"Master said, I am the only one in the world who can reach the hundred-level place of Zhuxian Pavilion. I didn't expect that besides me, there would be other people. I am worthy of being a cultivator of Mo Chen. As Master said, I
This time when you enter the world, the only people you need to be careful about is you and Mo Chen."
"As a cultivator of Mo Chen, who is above all realms, how can you not fight with me?"
The demonic clone was not surprised at all when the man in white recognized that he was from Mochen.
Although the Mochen Realm has been covered in dust for countless years, and not many people in the world know about it, there are still some people who are paying attention and know about it.
The demonic clone knew that the gap between the two was too great, like the distance between heaven and earth.
No matter how high the earth rises, it will only form mountain peaks.
Even if this mountain peak is tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of feet long, and even if it extends tens of thousands or hundreds of millions of feet, it still cannot touch the zenith.
Even if you try all your means and all your strategies, you still can't reverse the situation.
In this situation, how can he fight?
This was a mountain with an invisible top, running straight down from the top of the clouds, blocking his way and making him feel powerless.
However, these are the words of the person in front of me. Even though the person in front of me is not Senior Xueyao, but this person.
But in his heart, he is still the senior Xue Yao whom he admires the most.
I dare not disobey her words.
"Okay." The demonic clone nodded, slowly stretched out his hand, and fell into the light again.