A giant umbrella made of a sword covered the sky of Zhouyuan, blocked the fire falling from the sky, and supported the fragments of space that were about to fall. The falling fragments of the sky should have no weight, but attached to the invisible umbrella surface, it produced an infinite weight. With a light sound, Chen Changsheng's feet were deeply trapped into the hard rock, with countless fine cracks growing on the edge, and his pants instantly turned into countless debris.

The next moment, his body trembled violently, and the unimaginable weight and pressure in the sky were directly transmitted to him through the ten thousand swords. Every bone in his body seemed to be creaking and could break at any time.

The terrifying sound of rupture continued to sound, and his feet continued to break through the hard rocks. He could no longer support him. He knelt down like this when his left knee softened, and his knee fell heavily on the rocks, smashing out countless gravel and smoke.

I could only hear a rumbling sound like thunder below, and the smoke and dust rose up, gradually covering the nearby grassland and the white grass path that was no longer the same as before. The entire mausoleum began to shake, and then sank several feet in a very short time.

This is the weight of the sky.

Chen Changsheng knelt on the top of the tomb on one knee, under the sky, his face became paler and his expression became more and more painful. His body, which had bathed in the blood of the real dragon, could be said to be as solid as steel. Even Nanke's peacock feather could not break his external defense. However, under this pure and terrifying weight, his body even if it was real steel, seemed to be crushed into iron sheets.

Fortunately, it was not the real sky after all, but just the fragments of the sky torn off by the energy storm. Although it was extremely painful and almost crushed to pieces, he finally held it up and his body gradually stopped trembling.

The eleven stone pillars around the tomb have truly calmed down, and a certain breath is faintly flowing between the black stone tablets. If it weren't for the black stone left by the king's plan, neither he nor Xu Yourong, nor the human practitioners and monsters in Zhouyuan would have been like this, at least there would be a glimmer of vitality.

He knelt at the highest point of the tomb, holding a yellow paper umbrella in his left hand and holding a short sword inserted into the rock in his right hand. He raised his head with great difficulty and looked into the distance, hoping that the vitality had arrived.

The cracked sky was already very gloomy, and it was covered by countless sword shadows. The world of Zhouyuan was even darker. The collapse of the world stopped temporarily. The hurricane on the grassland was still dancing wildly. You can see that many monsters had already rushed to the edge of the grassland. You can also see that in the burning gardens in the distance, there was a faint breath leaping away at high speed. Has anyone left?

Then, his eyes passed through the dancing wind and sand and fell in the distance. It was vaguely seen that the penis had already flew out of the grassland and disappeared into the mountains in the sky.

You must live, live well.

He thought silently in his heart.

The door of Zhouyuan may have been opened, and the people participating in this trial are leaving, and the monsters may also escape from the sky, but he cannot leave. Once he collects ten thousand swords, the sky will fall directly, crushing him and Zhouyuan into blue smoke.

The hurricane was still violent on the grassland. His knees were deeply embedded in the rocks at the highest point of the tomb. He lowered his head tiredly, feeling that his situation was like the famous tragic hero in the myth of the State Church.

If the hero who was on the steep mountain road and used all his strength to push the rolling rocks, he would be crushed to death by the rocks. He could only spend his life every night and never end in the process of fighting against the rocks.

Chen Changsheng never thought that he would enter such a desperate situation. He did not want to be a tragic hero, nor did he have the idea of ​​sacrificing his life for justice. He was not that great. But he wanted to live, and he also hoped that many people would live.

For example, those who he knows and those he cares about.

Broken sleeves, if you are still alive, then live, Qijian, you should also live, and the Xiuling girl who just disappeared into the mountains, had the same surname as you and had a beautiful name... When you first meet the girl, you must live well.

As for what he should do next? He just told Xu Yourong that he would do it while he was doing it. In fact, he didn't know what to do, but he really wanted to see if there would be any changes he was waiting for.

The reason why the famous tragic hero in the national religion myth finally spent his years and life in the confrontation with that rock until his despair turned into a stone sculpture was because no one helped him in those long years. The reason why no one was willing to help him is because he was once very proud and never helped those lowly commoners.

Although Chen Changsheng often makes people say nothing, no one thinks that he is proud, confident and pride are never synonyms, and he has always been willing to help others, such as those human practitioners who are fleeing to Zhouyuan at this time.

Those who attain enlightenment will have many help.

Major national sects like Bishop Meilisha and powerful people like Zhu Luo, Yuexiazhu, are all outside Zhouyuan's door. As long as he persists for a while, these people will definitely come to save him.

That's what Chen Changsheng thought.

But, when will you last? How long will you last?

The terrifying weight of the sky made his body painful. As time passed, the umbrella he held in his right hand became heavier and heavier, until his arms gradually lost their feelings, as if they were ruined.

I don’t know how long it has passed, but the black dragon’s voice sounded in the short sword inserted into the stone at the top of the tomb: “How are you… okay?”

Chen Changsheng lowered his head and asked, "How are you?"

He was more concerned about how it is now. In order to fight against the golden-winged roc, the black dragon's soul woke up from the lake outside the palace, and then entered the dagger, and then had no time to communicate.

The black dragon was silent for a while and said, "It's okay."

Chen Changsheng said: "I'm fine, I can... hold on for a while."

Heilong said, "I can understand that this is the so-called pun in your human language, but you know, compared to Dragon Language, this technique or complexity is really pitiful and inconsistent."

Chen Changsheng said tiredly: "Can you say something else?"

Heilong said: "Well, there is something you don't seem to know yet. I want to tell you if I want to..."

Chen Changsheng said: "It doesn't matter."

The black dragon's voice became a little cautious: "You... won't die, are you?"

"No." Chen Changsheng answered directly without thinking.

The black dragon was silent for a long time and said, "It seems that you are really going to die."

Chen Changsheng was a little helpless and said, "Why do you say that? I will not die if I say it."

Heilong said, "Your answer just now is too fast... I didn't care."

Chen Changsheng was too lazy to pay attention to it anymore, and he vaguely felt something was wrong. The black dragon knew human language, which did not surprise him, but why its sound was so childish and soft, like a woman...

He didn't ask because he was really tired, tired, and in pain at this time, and was about to...can't hold on anymore.

This is the weight of the sky. How long can a mortal hold on?

He didn't sweat, but felt that all the muscles in his body had been torn and were about to lose their strength. His mind had become a little dazed, his true energy had been exhausted, and even his vision became blurred.

When Wan Jian was silent, he was silent, and even entered a state of forgetting both things and forgetting everything.

I don’t know how long it took, the howling wind gradually weakened, the pressure brought by the violent energy turbulence gradually disappeared, the weight from the yellow paper umbrella gradually disappeared, and the world became quiet.

Chen Changsheng opened his eyes, extremely tired, and looked around.

At this moment, a piece of snow fell down and fell on the surface of the yellow paper umbrella. Such a gentle piece of snow made his wrist hurt so hard that he could hardly hold the handle of the umbrella. Zhou Yuan... has it snowed?

no.

This is not Zhouyuan, it is a snow field.

He looked into the distance and saw a vaguely city under the shadow of the sky.

Where is this? He was confused and didn't know what was going on. The shock and fatigue made him unable to move, and he still maintained his previous posture - he knelt on one knee in the snow field, holding a short sword in his left hand and a yellow paper umbrella in his right hand.

The sky here has not collapsed, and the snowfield is Shizumi, so he is of course a bit ridiculous.

The footsteps sounded, and a man walked to his side, sighed softly, and said, "There is a sword."

Then the man reached out and took the yellow paper umbrella from Chen Changsheng's hand.

(The plot of Zhouyuan officially ends here. Of course, there are still many aftermaths. The interesting things that everyone wants are all behind. I really like the plot in Zhouyuan. It was something I confirmed in advance when I made the outline last year. I wrote it very hard, but when the plot of Zhouyuan was interrupted, I began to imagine today's chapter in advance. What I wanted was the last scene. I have learned this scene seriously about my friends in reality many times. I have played Chen

Changsheng half-kneeled to deliver an umbrella in the snow field, and also acted as pretending to be someone taking an umbrella with ease. In short, this picture is the purpose of writing. I always write novels and compile stories for countless beautiful pictures, such as when the Spring Breeze Pavilion at night, the elder brother also whispered a light sigh, and so on, the so-called "kill to death" is me, I hope everyone likes it. The Golden Keyboard Award is selected until the end of the month. Please vote for free for Zetianji's works. Thank you very much.)
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