As the white wings disappeared under the sea of stars, the depths of Mo Heng's soul became illusory. He suddenly found that his control over his body had become extremely blurry. It seemed that there were countless connections between the two.
The relationship is constantly collapsing.
Instead…
It was another kind of self-awareness that was occupying his physical body.
"this…"
Mo Heng was stunned for a moment.
In this situation, is it true that as the white winged creature said, the other person is also him, and he is also the other person? Otherwise...how could the self of the winged creature come to him?
Feel the struggle of Mo Heng's consciousness.
The illusory and vicissitudes of voice then sounded, "The original power of the three thousand worlds is indeed very powerful. However... even if you have jumped out of the other side and jumped out of this reincarnation of heaven and earth, as long as you are still in this reincarnation
, we must abide by
The law of reincarnation. You are a living being living in all the worlds. Even if my power is strong, it is impossible to kill you in a real sense. But... if I come to you, you will still choose to resist.
The crisis of being replaced by oneself.”
"Even if you have the power of your long-cherished wish, even if you have the ancient talisman! But... can you really resist the arrival of yourself at the half-step emperor level?"
Hoarse voice.
He kept thinking about it in Mo Heng's mind. With every breath of time, Mo Heng would find that his control over his body became weaker and weaker. Even in the end, his consciousness began to blur, as if he was about to leave the world on the other side.
, completely collapsed.
It's different from fighting Gu Lao head-on.
Now that he has arrived, Mo Heng cannot do it even if he wants to rely on the power of purple thunder. Gradually, the scenery in front of Mo Heng becomes detached and distorted.
I don’t know when.
The battlefield with the winged creatures had already emerged. At this moment, Mo Heng had arrived at an even more ancient and desolate sand dune. In front of him, the originally illusory figure of the white winged creature was solidifying. On the contrary, his body
, on this older sand dune, it begins to become blurry...
"The same is true for fate. We live in such a heavenly world, and we are destined to be selfish. All living beings try to transcend eternity, and I am no exception. When I see the hope of the past, then on this road, I will
I have to go to the end. Even if all souls are destroyed, even if this heaven is destroyed, I have no choice!"
The winged creature looked at Mo Heng.
Suddenly he laughed, "You are me, and I am you. Even if your obsession sinks into this other shore, then... I will take your place and walk the rest of the road."
"Instead of me?"
Mo Heng shook his head, "You and I are destined to have different paths. So how can you replace me?"
Long ago, when Mo Heng learned that the road to the ferry had been completely blocked, his heart had already begun to waver. All the spirits in the ancient world would never be able to escape from the ferry before they transcended.
If you leave, then on the other side, whether it is Huo Ming, father or mother, they can only choose to perish.
He doesn't want to end up...
He is the only one to break the ancient shackles. Just like the Xu Emperor, he also has his own obsessions and the companions he wants to lead to leave this world.
"The road? Our road only really begins when we leave the reincarnation on the other side. Everything on the other side is just the smoke of the past? Does the so-called obsession really matter whether it exists or not?"
The winged creature finished speaking.
In the dark ancient times.
Colorful lights dance all over the sky.
At the end of the light, the patterns of creation that convey the aura of majesty reflect and circulate with each other. Unlike Gu Lan, there are nine patterns of creation circulating around the winged creatures today, which is extremely perfect!
The flowing ancient atmosphere seems to come from a long time ago.
"Go away. I will carry this body for you. The origin of the three thousand worlds will become more dazzling in my body in the sea of stars! I will take the place of the unknown martial arts civilization.
You go on a journey and let the traces of you and me remain forever in all the heavens and worlds..."
The white-winged creature smiled.
Next!
Mo Heng's will began to collapse. Although the speed of collapse was very slow, it was indeed continuing to collapse. If this continues, it won't be long before Mo Heng's will will be completely destroyed in Gu Lan's reincarnation.
die.
Such a situation…
There is no one left who can help him.
The power of purple thunder is not good, and the pattern of creation that is comprehended is also not good. After all, compared with the pattern of creation that feathered creatures comprehend, although Mo Heng also controls the power of creation, it is because of the existence of purple thunder that he can barely
He controls creation. The source of this power does not belong to him, but to the purple thunder in his body.
The current situation.
The Purple Thunder is probably no longer able to threaten the winged creatures in the slightest, and the only one it can rely on is itself!
"What should I do, what should I do, to get out of the current predicament?"
Self-adventure, if the strength of the winged creature is slightly weaker, Mo Heng has the power of his long-cherished wish, but the other party will not be able to possess him. However, the strength of the winged creature is half the level of the great emperor of creation? With such strength, I am afraid that
It was even more terrifying than Zijiu. After all, Mo Heng had never heard of the Half-Step Emperor before this. He had no way to contend with him.
"Are we going to just sit back and wait for death?"
Mo Heng stood on the ancient sand dunes, looking at the disintegrating body, and thought bitterly.
Powerless…
He is even more powerless than when he faced Gu Lan. Now he doesn't even have the ability to resist the winged creatures! This is actually a very humble thing. Step by step from the long road to now, he has even
I saw that I could leave the lights on the other side, but I didn't expect that the road ahead would still be eternal darkness.
"Give up? I have to give up..." Mo Heng whispered, just as his consciousness was about to collapse. Suddenly... in the land of sand dunes, a crisp and sweet voice sounded.
The voice is full of emotion and expectation.
"Mo Heng, don't give up..."
That voice sounded continuously, as if it came from the long past. It traveled through the eternal river of time, from the end of the broken river of time, to this place in the years.
The moment I heard this sound.
Mo Heng's eyes, which seemed to have dimmed, suddenly brightened up, and the depths of his pupils were instantly filled with memories of the past.
He looked at the blurry shadow half a meter in front of him, which seemed to be condensed by the faint light, and murmured to himself, with an expression full of disbelief, and said: "Ming'er? Is that you..."
Finished.
With a trembling body, he slowly stepped forward, wanting to touch the illusive figure.
"Mo Heng, don't give up, keep walking." Huo Ming looked at Mo Heng and smiled slightly, "This may be the last time we see each other. I really can't bear to part with you. Your embrace was so warm back then in Shiwannan Mountain.
, but Ming'er has no chance to enjoy it anymore."
Finished.
His eyes were a little red, "During those years, I used the talisman of years to penetrate your body with the last ray of my strength. I just thought, what should you do if you encounter danger in the future? Along the way.
, Ming'er has always been protected by you, but... I also want to protect you, Mo Heng."
Illusory figure.
Arriving in front of Mo Heng, Huo Ming touched Mo Heng's face and smiled sweetly, "The road ahead is long, Mo Heng, you have to go on. To the end... If possible, when you travel across the sea of stars, I hope you can think of it.
Ming’er…”
"I have no choice... to stay by your side anymore."
Finished.
Huo Ming's shadow slowly dissipated. Her eyes were filled with reluctance. She wanted to touch Mo Heng's cheek again, but the light on her hand had already drifted away.
Countless light catkins eventually scattered, like wind catkins, flowing in front of Mo Heng, like the butterfly rain dancing in the sea of flowers.
Just now.
Huo Ming's figure no longer exists.
At the same time, the shadow of the winged creature in the distance began to disintegrate. His eyes widened, and he looked at Mo Heng who was gradually solidifying in shock and fear. He knew that it was Huo Ming who saved the other person in that moment.
.
his self.
It did not happen to Mo Heng, but to the dead Huo Ming. As a result, he would also have to bear Huo Ming's death...