The blue sky, white clouds, and the breeze blows, changing various shapes.

On the green grassland, Zhao Ming looked around in a daze, not knowing where he was. There seemed to be a short-term memory loss in his mind, which made him feel like he had forgotten many things for a moment.

"Taiyi, Taiyi!" Someone was shouting happily, and a figure ran over lightly. His face was like the bright moon, his eyes were clear, and he was pear blossom. I don't know what good things he encountered, but he looked excited.

After running closer, Lihua hugged Zhaoming and smiled happily: "Haha, I found you! Wherever you hid, I have been searching for you for a long time but I can't find you!"

"Can't find me? How could it be?" Zhao Ming was puzzled, and his head trembled suddenly, as if he had remembered something.

"Yeah, I just can't find you, your fault!" Li Hua let go of Zhaoming, pouted her mouth, and looked unhappy again.

Seeing this, Zhaoming smiled slightly, and did not argue, but just nodded and said, "Well, okay, my fault, it's okay to find me now!"

"Yeah, no problem! But you have to compensate me!"

"I'll compensate you? What's the compensation?"

"I have been walking around with me. I haven't walked on the grassland for a long time. I miss you very much!" Lihua smiled and walked around Zhaoming, suddenly jumped onto his back, climbed onto his shoulder with both hands, and said slightly coquettishly: "Hold me tightly, don't let me fall down, otherwise you will be nice!"

"Ah!" Zhaoming instinctively put his hands behind him and held Li Hua.

Li Hua smiled sweetly, leaned her head on Zhaoming's shoulder and whispered: "I'm tired of finding you, you have to carry me on your back."

He gently pinched the flesh on Zhaoming's arm and twisted it: "Don't say no!"

Zhaoming smiled slightly: "Okay, I will carry you!"

"You have to recite me to rest!"

"Okay, I'll let you go when you say it's OK!" Zhaoming nodded, and a sudden thought arose in his heart. If he could carry her on this green grassland forever, it might be a very good thing.

"Taiyi, where did you come from?"

"Didn't I tell you that I came from the Sun Star?" Zhao Ming smiled.

"I don't believe it!"

"I don't believe you said you came from the moon."

Lihua immediately snorted: "Then I came out of the ground, this is OK!"

He exhaled like orchids, and all of them sprayed on Zhaoming's neck, which made him suddenly feel rippling, but he also liked it very much.

At this time, Lihua spoke again, "Taiyi, I suddenly can't bear to part with you! What should I do if I don't want you to leave?"

Zhaoming laughed: "If you don't want me to leave, then just follow me!"

"I think about it too, but it won't work. I can't go with you!" Lihua shook her head decisively.

"Why?" Zhaoming asked in confusion.

Lihua didn't answer him, but asked back: "If I die, will you miss me?"

"Of course..." Zhaoming was about to nod, but suddenly felt a shock. He felt an indescribable pain and hurriedly scolded: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"I didn't talk nonsense!" Lihua shook her head: "Because I'm dead!"

"What?" Zhao Ming was shocked. When he looked back, his pupils suddenly shrank. He saw that only half of the pear blossoms on his back were left, and a big hole was broken in his chest. Blood rolled out, leaving all on his body.

"Pear Blossom!" Zhaoming shouted. He felt the sky spinning and fell to the ground. He bounced up suddenly and found that the blue sky and white clouds and the green grasslands disappeared. There was a small stone house in front of him, lying on a bed.

After a lot of breath, my mood couldn't calm down for a long time. After a while, I came to my senses and secretly rejoiced in my heart, fortunately it was a dream.

Suddenly, I felt a little cool on my face. I touched it with one hand and found that there were tears.

He sighed a long sigh and couldn't help but feel funny. He even experienced the illusion of karma fire. However, he almost lost himself in a dream.

Dreams are really strange. They look like illusions, but not illusions. Strictly speaking, they should be a world constructed from what you think in your heart.

No wonder the man in the black cloak would say that he did not have the so-called inner demon. Everything he feared was actually just a knot in his heart, it was his concern in his heart, and it belonged to him to scare himself.

But if Lihua is really unfortunate, what should she do?

Zhaoming frowned without brows, and some memories lost in the dream gathered again like a tide. In the palace... the golden statue of the God of Light... the attack of the Immortal King... the pear blossoms fell to the ground... and the final explosion of the power of faith.

In an instant, he was sweating coldly and stood up from the bed.

After the power of faith exploded, he lost consciousness. Lihua suffered a blow from the Immortal King, but she still didn't know what the result was. If...

Zhaoming's breath suddenly became heavy, and he couldn't help but think of that dream in his mind, which was difficult to stop.

No, I'm going to find her.

This thought went on for a lifetime and immediately jumped off the bed, opened the wooden door, and walked out.

As soon as he walked out of the door, the scene in front of him suddenly stunned him.

There are stone slabs in front of me. To be precise, it is a square made up of a large number of stone slabs. There are no green mountains and clear waters around me, only white clouds floating, as if flying in the air. There is no sun, but the entire square is extremely bright.

In the middle of the square is a tall stone platform more than 100 meters. The top of the stone platform is full of bright flowers of various colors. There is a winged man wearing a red robe constantly gestures and says something.

More than a dozen tall six-winged people surrounded the surroundings, with a solemn expression on their faces.

"Death is not a sad thing. Our **has lost its vitality, but our souls can meet with the Lord of God in another world. This is an extremely beautiful thing. You should be happy and happy!"

"Please don't be sad for her. When we reach the Lord of God, it is the day we meet."

The man in red wings kept saying something, as if he was praying for someone. Zhaoming suddenly tightened and had bad thoughts because he heard the word "death".

After exploring the spiritual sense, he immediately felt his breathing stagnation, his heart beat paused, and there seemed to be a roar of the crowd in the purple palace, dizzy and dizzy.

A box made of crystal was placed on the stone platform, like a coffin. Inside the coffin was a beautiful woman with a calm face, which was pear blossoms.

I couldn't feel any life characteristics all over my body, and I couldn't feel the slightest breath of being alive. This made Zhaoming feel as if an invisible hammer was constantly hitting his heart, making people twitch.

He stood there for a moment and immediately let out a loud roar: "Lihua!"

The sound was like thunder sensation, shaking the white clouds and the wind was flying.

"Who, don't interrupt the funeral!" A six-winged man pointed at Zhaoming with a spear in his hand and shouted loudly.

At the funeral, the two words completely bombarded Zhaoming's nerves, making it feel like something was blocked in his throat, and he could not swallow it or vomit it out.

"Impossible, she won't die, she will never die, how could she die!"

Zhaoming roared loudly and walked towards the top of the stone platform step by step. He didn't dare to fly, afraid that it would shatter the last glimmer of hope in his heart when he got there too soon.

The grief was as if a mountain was pressing against him, making him walk heavily, and every step he walked was rumbling.

"Outsider, stop your steps. The funeral is sacred and no one can disturb you for any reason!" A six-winged man reminded loudly again.

"I won't die, she will never die. How can I die!" Zhaoming didn't hear anything he said, but just kept shaking his head and muttering to himself.

At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the demon garden, watching A Cao die, but he was powerless.

"Outsiders, stop, otherwise they will be regarded as declaring war!" A six-winged man shouted loudly, and all the other six-winged man stood in this direction on the top of the stone platform.

Zhaoming, however, looked unheard of, staggered, walked up step by step, muttering to himself: "Lihua, get up, I know you won't die, how could you die!"

"Punish you on behalf of God's glory!" A six-winged man shouted, holding a spear, and the golden light shone brightly towards Zhaoming.

Zhaoming seemed to have not seen it, and still walked step by step towards the top of the stone platform as if he had lost his soul. It was not until the spear reached its sight that he raised his hand and directly pressed his palm against the tip of the spear.

With a loud "bang", the spear collapsed directly, destroyed by huge force, and turned into countless pieces and sprinkled. The force impact caused Zhaoming to fall from the stone platform dozens of meters. The six-winged man also soared into the air and relied on his wings to resolve the force slowly.

Zhaoming turned over and stared at his palm tightly, with a trace of fear flashing in his eyes, which continued to expand.

The fear is not because of injury, but because of pain. The illusion can produce pain and is extremely real. However, if you have experienced the illusion of karma, it is almost impossible for you to be fascinated by the illusion of illusion.

Although it was not very painful, it hit the nerves little by little, constantly reminding him that this was not a dream, it was all true.

Lihua died, and died in the thrust attack of the golden statue of the God of Light. How can the Immortal King's attack be blocked and unable to turn the sky back?

The picture of life and death suddenly flashed in front of me. If it weren't for Li Hua pushing herself away, the person who was hit would be himself.

Why push me away? Why!

The person who died should be himself, not Lihua. Zhaoming suddenly lost all his thoughts. He hated this sense of powerlessness, the feeling of powerlessness of watching the person who cares to die in front of him. It was like in the demon garden that year, Acao's soul was scattered and helpless.

A Cao is dead, Li Hua is dead, who will be the next one? If one day it is Shura and Di Jun's turn, what should I do? And the decadent old man locked in the Colosseum may have died because of himself.

"ah!"

He roared to the sky, hating his incompetence, flames soaring into the sky, and strong winds rippled everywhere.

"Everyone retreated!"

A light shout came from the clouds, and all the winged people on the stone platform turned into a golden light and disappeared.

In the blink of an eye, a large amount of golden light fell from the sky, turning into hundreds of six-winged people and rushing towards Zhaoming.

"Those who block me will die!"
Chapter completed!