Chapter 309: [The dying of death]
He has no joke at all, nor is it a threat at all. He is stating a fact, a condition he has thrown out.
For a moment, no one really dared to evacuate, but had to bite the scalp, and then feared to close his eyes and concentrate on the spirit.
Kilometers - 100 meters...
Nearly...
boom!
The waves were hit, the eardrums trembled, and the heavens and the earth smashed, as if the billions of people had thrown the hammer, the sun and the moon were shattered in this huge wave. Stepping on the immortal arm, the blue muscles are straight and the silver teeth are broken.
Behind him, Chu Yuening came to the intersection of time and space, and took a picture of Xue Meng, who had been struggling to maintain Wan Tao's return.
Xue Meng turned back and had a very calm face.
Although there were some wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, when he looked at the late night, he looked as if he was a teenager.
"Master."
Chu night Ning looked at him: "I am coming."
I saw a light from the sky, the nine songs are now in the world, the night of the night, the wind is standing, the strings are smashing, and the edge of the empty and dead door is gathered at the amazing speed visible to the naked eye.
"Returned." He said to the crowd while he was listening to the piano. "All come behind me."
Escape this kind of thing, you don't have to say the second time, but this time most people, even those who have been greedy and fearful of death, have not rushed to fight. Some people have helped the seriously injured companions. Some people have picked up some wounded people who have never seen them before, and slowly walked back.
The edge of the crack in the time and space is near the Kunlun Mountains. They walked to the Kunlun Mountain Road and many people no longer retired.
They stood there and watched the figure of Chu night standing in front of Yu Xueyuan, flying wide sleeves, and the sound of the piano continued...
Who said that the cultivation of immortals is to have the body of immortality for thousands of years, and to destroy the power of heaven and earth?
Some people, even if they live for 10,000 years, are just a stone. Some people even left the world with a rush of flowers.
At this moment, in front of the time and space, there is not a fairy, with his flesh and blood, the ten fingers of the Sanskrit, to cross this red dust, to prove its own immortality.
There was snow falling in the sky and falling on the shoulders.
Someone noticed something and was taken aback: "Hey? This is not snow..."
It is the sensation of Yandi Shenmu in the East Sea. The ancient sea otter at the beginning of Hongmeng blossomed. Unlike other flowers, it exudes extremely rich fragrance. The snow-like crystal petals have been swaying from the end of the world.
The petals are raised, the clouds are sweeping away, and the light colors of the fragrant Philippine are like a stream of stars, flocking to the edge of the door to life and death, helping the healing of the earth...
Among the petals of this flying dance, many monks remembered a legend: the last time the heavens and the earth would fall, it was Shennong who planted the Emperor Shenmu and saved the fallen man. Time flies, to this day, Fuxi has abandoned the world, the son-in-law has been sleeping, and Yan Emperor has not seen the Holy Land, but Shenmu is always there.
He is a coveted tree, still in the town of Kyushu.
Seeing that the time and space cracks are getting smaller and smaller, stepping on the fairy looks back and looks at the human beings around him: "Retreating. If the death is not closed, they will all pick up and roll back."
Not everyone has immediately fled and evacuated. Some people said they could support it. Some people said they wanted to fight until the last moment.
Who is not the blood of a hero in his bones?
Even if it is buried in the depths of the years and life, there will always be a day of boiling and splashing.
Stepping on the fairy is a smile: "Let you come or not, let you go, don't go to the seat to find the gas, is it? Fast roll!"
Those talents have begun to withdraw.
Suddenly heard a tremble: "Im... you..."
Stepping on the fairy, he turned his head slowly. Seeing the dying rain, an old man squats in the distance and looks at himself.
"...Liu Gong?"
Perhaps it was a dazzling look. He actually felt that the old man was looking at his own eyes and wrapped up with grief and pity that could not be explained. Just like a father, watching his own child.
It’s ridiculous.
With the tens of courage of the old slave, this old guy should not dare to take the cruel and fierce singer as the child. However, at this time, Teng Xianjun suddenly vaguely remembered that the old guy had lost his son in the war in the year of serving in his emperor's palace.
If the kid is still alive, he should be about the same size as him.
Stepping Xian closed his eyes and said: "This is the way to do this, and naturally the last one leaves. You don't have to worry."
"Emperor..."
"Let's go." Stepping Xianjun turned his eyes away from the old man, "Going to another world."
"..."
"Maybe in that world, your son is still not dead." He grinned a little, revealing pointed teeth and deep dimples. "Get off the old Liu. Let him accompany him."
The time and space of life and death are constantly shrinking. The people before the basaltic enchantment are also retracing in turn. Every time a defensive is removed, the force that the sacred priest will exert on the basaltic enchantment will be greater. When there are only a hundred people left. In front of the vast sea, there was another wave of turbulence, rolling from the distance to the horizon.
Stepping on the fairy, he narrowed his eyes and sighed after the estimate: "Everyone is closing his hands and passing through the door."
At this time, the time and space cracks have shrunk to the height and width of a normal gate. Seeing a new round of waves coming, the remaining monks finally withdrew their hands, one by one through the crack, back to another world, and returned to the Kunlun Snowfield. .
However, the speed of the huge waves is too fast. Most people have not had time to cross the border. The wave has already slammed on the Xuanwu enchantment.
At this time, the enchantment relied only on the support of stepping Xianjun. Rao was his talent and superb. At this time, it was already the force of the Millennium, and he could not help but scream, and his face showed painful color.
The big waves are like the Yuzhang winds, the whales break the waves, and the depths of Wang Yang seem to have dragon girls dancing and shaking the ground.
Someone hesitated at the junction of the life and death gate: "Mo Zongshi..."
Stepping on the name of the fairy, but suddenly angry, he screamed: "Ink your head! Rolling does not roll? Rolling!"
The other party did not know where it touched his pain, and immediately dared not to scream again, bowed his head and passed the threshold of life and death. The remaining monks also followed the one-on-one, and the life and death gates became smaller and smaller. However, the Xuanwu enchantment was already on the verge of breaking down at this time. Stepping back to Xianjun, I saw that there were still more than ten monks who had not yet had time to enter. He couldn't help but scream, and the scarred hands continued to cover the enchantment membrane.
But he still can't hold it.
Although he is the first force in the human world, but in the end it is just a one-man, how to confront the heavens and the earth.
The grate is ringing.
"The enchantment is going to be broken!"
Stepping on the monarch before the flood of the sky, the head did not return to the ground and those who had not evacuated angered.
"Get some quick!"
Black blood stains between the lips and teeth, two rows of long eyelashes falling down, stepping on the fairy to look at his left foot - is slowly being eroded, turned into a little ash...
He sneered, no fear.
He is a living dead who is rebuilt by the teacher. As long as the teacher is dead, his body can't be supported for too long, and it will soon be turned into ashes.
He can argue with fate before ashing this time, he feels enough.
just……
Looking back, Chu’s figure was blurred after the death of time and space, and the cracks were still shrinking. The last four or five people were still crowding. In addition, Xuemeng and Meijia brothers of this era did not cross the border.
The people who died in life couldn’t help but go forward and said, "Less Lord!"
Xue Meng coughed and pointed at himself when he was young: "Your young master is that one, not me."
Young Xue Meng: "..."
"A mountain can't accommodate two tigers. How can a world have two Xuemeng? You don't have a mess." Xue Meng smiled, his eyes were faint and wrinkled. "I didn't belong to you this world, and I can't stay strong. I can do this now." The two worlds have made the last force, and their wish is gone. Not to mention that I have been tired for too long and I have long wanted to rest."
He turned his back and walked in the direction of Xuanwu enchantment. At this time, the enchantment had cracked seven seven eight eight, and there were cracks in the cracks everywhere.
He walked to the side of stepping Xianjun, looked at the man in a complicated look, opened his mouth and seemed to want to say something.
But in the end, I still can't say it.
"Little Lord!"
"Xue Shaozhu!"
The person behind him is calling him, but what about it? Even in this era, his father or mother is not there.
What's more, his life was originally unrelated to another red dust. If he stayed forcibly, he did not know how to behave himself.
Xue Meng sighed, raising his hand and licking his neck, his neck suddenly jumped, and suddenly grinned.
This is how old it is, and sometimes it is always dizzy and heart-wrenching. However, when he is older, he also has the advantage of being old. For example, when he is dizzy, the world is not black. Many times he can see the figure of Xue Zhengyi, Mrs. Wang’s smile.
Many times he can see the three little guys in his youth, surrounded by a white fairy, "Sister, Master."
These are the things that belong to him, and no one can take it away.
"I am visiting the deceased half-ghost..." He took a sigh of pain and sorrow, as if he was welcoming his old friend. When everyone did not respond, he passed through the Xuanwu crack and invested in the tide of the waves.
He belongs to this red dust, even if it is fragmented, and the world is gone, he feels that he should return here.
He didn't feel much pain, but it was like sleeping in a drunk.
I hope to increase the life and Zhou Gong.
Let the king hold the wine and go back.
It’s very fast. He Xue Ziming has been bitter for more than ten years, and he has to be fulfilled and relieved.
Everyone died, and after a while, the disciples of the dead and the dead were all degraded and silent. The people in the palace of the Snow Palace suddenly reacted to what happened. Many people suddenly changed their faces and looked at the Meijia brothers.
"Master! Come over, don't be there..."
"Come back soon... come back..."
"Hey, don't come back, don't come back." Mei Hanxue smiled and waved at them behind the enchantment. "A plum with snow can harm half of the beauty of the real world. If there are two me in this world." Isn't it a mess? In order to pity the girls in the half of the country, I am going to the brothers. The rivers and lakes will meet again."
Mei Hanxue stood next to his younger brother, looking at the Kunlun white snow that had not been seen for a long time, and the holy mountain of Yanshimen. He had a correct ceremony for the Ming Yuelou, who had already passed away in his own time: "Disciple Mei Hanxue, today’s worshipper door."
The two seem to be easy to say, but everyone knows that their minds are already shaken.
Ming Yuelou closed his eyes and sighed into the wind.
Mei family brothers supported the Xuanwu enchantment, watching the last Guardian monk squeezed into the crack of the life and death door, the younger brother smiled, his brother nodded, the shoulders of the two men have been completed, this life does not live up to grace, no Live up to your best friends and live up to the world. In the face of the torrent of floods, they were relieved, and they plunged into the sea. A wave, their figure disappeared like the petals of plum in the water.
At this point, all the people have retired to the time and space, or to the endless sea of ??the sea.
At this time, the sound of the piano was annihilated.
Chu Xiaoning raised his eyes, and the nine songs turned into a golden light and returned to his bones. On the Kunlun snowfield, he hunted in white and turned his back to everyone.
No one knew what he was going to do.
"There is still a last crack." Chu night Ning Dao, he slightly turned his face, windy, boasting his soft clothes and dark hair.
"After I left, the kings closed them up to protect the world."
"..."
A few silences, some people reacted and shouted: "Guru!!"
"Chu Zongshi!"
Xue Meng is almost cold and erect, squatting from the snow in Kunlun: "Master!! Master!!!!!" But the snowy road is too slippery, he rushed and rushed to the ground. A pair of black and moist like a beast's eyelids panicked and looked at the night.
"Master respect..."
Hearing his voice, Chu nightning turned back.
His dark eyes looked at him, and finally Chu night said: "...sorry."
Sorry for what?
Xue Meng's pupil contracted with fear, and the Tianling cover seemed to be drilled. Someone was pouring snow and ice into his skull.
Sorry for what? ! Sorry for his relationship with ink burning? Sorry for the deception? Still for...
The throat is twitching and the spit is swallowing.
Still for...
"Don't! You don't want to go!" Xue Meng finally collapsed. He was kneeling on the snowfield and burst into tears. "You don't want to go! Why are you doing this... Why do you want to leave me alone... Why is there only? I am alone!!!"
Tears continued to follow his **** face and smashed out the white marks.
The tearing of the tearing heart seemed to be dug out of the throat and blood, as if the liver and gallbladder were broken and the flesh and blood were blurred.
"Don't leave me... come back! Come back!"
He beasted in general, bowed and squatted in the snow, and the snow was silent around him. He seemed to be a person who was crushed into pieces by the snow.
I can't stand anymore.
"Please, come back..."
What else do I have?
father. mother. brother. friend.
Lianlong City is broken.
come back.
Don't take my last spine.
Master...I beg you...
However, Xue Meng did not know that Chu Xiaoning was already dead.
A person, being placed on the altar, is too heavy to be able to breathe.
He looked at his lover in his arms.
He personally dismembered the lover.
He must face the sword of the old man.
Only one of these things is enough to hollow out the heart, not to mention that he has experienced it all. He can no longer return.
- I tried to make you alive.
So now, can you let me be selfish and let me die with him?
Chu nightning finally stepped into the space and time, from the Kunlun snowfield that is about to usher in the dawn, and returned to the raging and broken world.
There, there is no color in the heavens and the earth, and the mountains, rivers and lakes have become Wang Yang.
I don’t know where the sun and the moon are faint, and there is only one last person in Kyushu.
Chu night, the white clothes dragged the ground, came to the person behind, and embraced him from behind. Then, lift up the thin five fingers and cover the palm of the hand that is smashed.
Stepping on the great shock of Xianxian, he turned back and said: "What do you do??!"
Chu night Ning smiled, under the long eyelashes is a pair of soft black eyes.
"I said that."
"..."
"Hell is too cold, I am coming to marry you."
The warm body embraced the cold body. The remnants of Teng Xianjun have been broken, and almost all of the left leg has been dispersed, becoming a residual ash.
The look on his face was extremely complicated, he licked his lips, and finally he didn't look away.
"...the most annoying thing in this seat is you, why bother to accompany you."
However, the heart is like a popping out, and the inside is soft and gentle. He knew that there was only one body, but at this time he suddenly felt very hot.
After a few silences, Stephen suddenly turned back and turned around: "Yes. There is actually something. This seat should tell you."
"What is it?"
He looked up, gasped for a sullen heart, and then looked up and looked at Chu Ningning: "Before telling you, can you tell me the truth first?"
"..."
"Do you really hate me like this? You can't bear it, is it just the ink master who died in your arms."
After he said these words, he was so humiliated and wet.
If it is not heaven and earth, life and death are not seen, he is afraid that he will not use such a despicable tone to seek the answer to this question in his life. He asked, only feeling humiliated, his fingers could not help but punch into a fist - but he suddenly found out that he even began to sand the fingertips of his left hand, slowly, a little gray became...
After waiting for a long time, I did not wait for the answer of Chu Yuening, his hot heart gradually cooled down.
It was like the beating organ in the chest was crushed and became stucco.
"Forget it." Stepping Xianjun turned his head. "This seat knows the answer. It doesn't matter, anyway, this seat is also..."
When the words were not finished, they were held by a pair of warm hands on their cheeks.
Chu night Ning looked at him and his face was broken and ugly, handsome face, but his eyes were more sincere and warmer than ever.
"You are stupid and not stupid."
"..."
"It's all you." Chu nightning hugged him. The Xuanwu enchantment flashed and darkened, and it was extinguished.
There is only darkness in the world, and the last wave of river surges with the pride of victory. The sound of running on the road seems to be ridiculing how meager human beings are, and dare to fight with their lives.
"I have said this to him."
Chu nightnings embraced the disappearing lover, and before the flood of the flood, at the end of the day, the look was calm but the eyes were solemn.
"Mr. Mozong is also good, and it’s all about you."
The desertification has spread to the arm and gradually invaded the chest.
Black eyes stared at each other.
Chu night Ning said: "I will always be your person."
"Never regret."
Stepping on the fairy is a stiff, stunned eyes, and there are vague tears under the long eyelashes.
He finally took off his cold face and slowly relaxed his eyebrows. He used the remaining hand to hold back the back of Chu's late Ning, and let his lover stick to his chest. He bowed his head and kissed Chu's hair, his cheeks rubbing his forehead.
"You are right," he sighed. "I am too stupid..."
Stepping on the fairy whispered: "Late, sorry."
Many years of love and hate entanglement, most of the grievances and sorrows, all in this sigh of dust settled.
After a moment, Chu nightning heard him sticking to his ear, his voice was low and slow, and it was the peace that was rarely seen in his life: "Okay, there are not many left... I should tell You are the secret."
"What secret?"
Stepping down on the eyes, "I am related to the Mo Zongshi."
"!"
"Actually, I have been able to feel it since I merged with his heart." He paused. "The soul of Mo Zongshi is in my body."
"..." Chu night Ning a glimpse, and then raised his eyes, unbelievably looked at the face of the smile of Xianjun.
"The fragments of those souls... have always been in my body. It’s just that my heart is like a stone, I feel that I am even a remnant, I know my soul, and I have decided to do it myself. So I don’t want to be integrated with the three souls and five souls. ”
"But to this one, if only I can confess with you, it would be too unfair."
"..."
"Late Ning..."
Stepping on the fairy eyes, the light smile on his face gradually faded.
"Don't be sad, he has been there."
"!!"
In the horror of Chu nightning, the singer must turn around and step on the singer to reopen his eyes. It is clearly the same eye, but there is no black and purple feeling, but pure and gentle.
"...burning?!!"
With a bang commonly, the huge waves slammed down, and the basaltic enchantment was finally completely broken. In the wandering wave of the whale wave, the ink burned nothing to say first, but hugged him tightly and sank into the sky with him. Wherein the yang and torrent are everywhere.
The water splash and the crystal foam are turned around, and the ink burns open in the blue sea.
The water is deep, like the affection in the dark eyes.
In the wave, the ink ignited the lips and silently said something with the night.
——
Master, don't worry, it's me.
I am always here.
Will be in the future.
So... go back. Don't stay here.
Believe me, I will be fine, I will try my best to meet you and accompany you.
I am waiting for you in another world.
The lips and teeth open and close, he finally called to meet the ghosts, and the ghosts bound the night body of Chu, and sent him to the gap between the life and death of the last square inch.
"Ink burning... Ink burning!! What do you mean by this? You confuse! What do you mean!!"
The ink burned and smiled in the water, his broken body has been deserted to the face, the crazy, sweet, pure, evil face, the face that is also evil and evil, all turned into mottled at this time. Dust, bit by bit.
Gradually away.
Let's go back. Late Ning.
You have to believe me.
I will be fine, I will always be by your side.
forever.