Long Qing woke up and welcomed him. He was like a heavy yarn and thick fog, thick leaves on the ground, and the endless pain from his body.
From such a tall cliff, he survived, and he couldn't find any reasonable answers himself. Perhaps the looming ancient trees above the fog reduced to the fall, or these thick softness below the body
The rotten leaves of the couch work.
Long Qing even felt that he was able to survive is Haotian's will, just like what he mentioned in his uncle in Zhi Shouguan, if you are really the legendary heavenly person, carrying Haotian's most obscure
Will, then Haotian will not let himself die casually.
He did not die. This fact made him have infinite confidence, and at the same time, he also gave birth to a lot of frightening and fear, because he didn't know how his next life should go.
Although the mud rot leaves are soft, there are still many bones that break the bones on Longqing, but the real pain is not the damage on the flesh, but the two powerful atmosphere in the body.
The breath of the Apocalypse from the Half Taoist. When he was in a coma, he no longer had a will, and he roared from the sea of knowing the sea, sprayed from all over his body, and became countless sharp steel knives.
The bone, cutting his muscles, and trying to blast his snow mountains into ruins.
The flavor of the elixir contained in Tongtian Maru is constantly repairing the cracks on his bones, the broken collaterals on the muscles, moisturizing his vitality, and constantly from those ruins, according to the last residual shadow.
Fix the snow mountains again and again.
This is the process of continuously destroying the destruction and continuously repairing the rebirth, which is extremely painful.
It doesn't matter when you are in a coma. After waking up at this time, these pains have become the most real existence. Long Qing's face instantly became white, a very miserable roar, from the bloody teeth.
The forest at the bottom of the valley is very far away.
Because the pain was too severe, Long Qing almost woke up, and he became unconscious again. But he knew how important the soberness at this time was: If the coma is in the dense forest at the bottom of the valley full of toxins and unknown danger, he can't support it for too long for too long.
At that time, no matter how kind Haotian can only leave himself.
There was another miserable, Long Qing hit a heavy hitting stone not far beside him, and stiffly broke his own ribs, suppressed the remaining pain with fresh pain.
For a moment. Concentrate on the gods. Sit a lot of scattered and intangible lotus, and start meditation and healing.
Time passes slowly.
Longqing's face was pale, and the blood on the robe had long been solidified. He was sitting on the rotten mud, always maintaining that posture, and his chest has no ups and downs.
Corpse, but in his body, those two breaths are still fighting constantly.
Tongtian Wan's medicine and the heavenly enlightenment of the heavenly Apocalypse cleared his body and the original breath.
Inside, he constantly transformed his body with the smallest scale.
I do n’t know how long. The dense forest at the bottom of the valley is always dull. I do n’t know if it is morning or twilight. Long Qing ’s body trembles slightly.
What is incredible is that this blood is actually black!
I don't know if it is because of these poisonous mist, or because of something else, the blood in Longqing's body becomes black. It looks like ink, and it is like the rotten water in the mud!
A few days ago, a black peach blossom was born on the side of the South China Sea boat. Long Qing took off the black peach blossom. Weipa on his chest, and never took it down since then.
In the process of escaping the cave and Zhi Shouguan. This black peach blossom on his chest was stained with a lot of blood, red and black, and was extremely gorgeous.
The black mang, then the luster quickly converged, only the pure black, cold and cold like dark night.
Sitting in Longqing in the rotten leaves, the whole person also seemed to become a black peach blossom, the body surface temperature became colder, and gradually incorporated into the surrounding environment, as if it became part of the fog, turned into a one
Packing rot leaves.
Poisonous snakes with colorful spasm arrived in the rotten leaves, turning around the body of Longqing for several laps, and seemed to not be aware of any strangeness, and then walked.
There are also mountain monkeys with a good ghost, we blame the forests, squatting next to Long Qing's body, Sao's first posture, whistling and companion, and then boringly left.
There are dead leaves.
With the wind, the dead leaves flew up again.
Longqing still sat, ignorant, and integrated with the surroundings.
At this time, even if the practitioner felt carefully, he could not separate him.
And this is the symbol of the most obvious life of the knowledge.
I don't know how long it has been.
Long Qing opened his eyes and woke up.
In his eyes, there was no more grateful after the rest of his life, and there was no sorrow of the unknown future, and there was no pain. Some were just calm and indifferent.
He stood up.
The black peach blossom on the chest is getting darker and more darker.
At this moment, a peach blossom that was purely condensed by breath was blooming behind Longqing.
That's his destiny peach blossom.
It also turned black.
At the moment when this black -oriented peach blossom blooms, the dense forest is fog, and it is shrouded in a silent atmosphere.
The colorful poisonous snake that was resting at the bottom of the corruption leaf was stiff, and then died, while the ghost monkeys in the forest in the distance screamed, began to escape in a farther place.
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Under the pursuit of the South Jin Dynasty, especially with the addition of the Temple Ruling Division, the fleeing people are now only a dozen people, and only five of the cavalry leaders are alive.
These people who used to have the supreme glory in the Xiling Temple have now become sinners. They fled in the mountains around the west of the west gods like a dog.
People die almost every day, and people who are seriously injured every day are abandoned. They do not know how long to escape. What makes them desperate is that they do not know what the end of this escape is, even if it is the end of despair,
At least know where the end of the road is.
They are now the sinner of the Xiling Temple. In Haotian's world, no country dares to take them. The only Tang Kingdom who has the power to retain them. It is definitely more willing to cut off their heads.
Where will they be at the end of their escape?
In what way do they die?
Zimo's face was thin, his expression was tired, and his eyes were full of numbness.
He looked at the field under the Twilight Zhongshan, looked at the territory of the Song Dynasty, and knew that the Taoist views there had already got the portraits of these people. Even if they wanted to sneak into the people, they could no longer do it.
Thinking of the beginning of escape, the desire to silently appear in the dark night. Purple ink showed a painful expression on the face. "As long as I can survive, I am willing to dedicate my life and soul to Pluto. No
Fear of the sinking of the world. However, how kind of arrogance is this, how can Pluto care about you and me, even if you want to dedicate. Where can you approach such a great existence? "
"If you want to approach greatness, you often need a process, and you need a leader."
A indifferent voice sounded by the cliff.
Zimo's expression suddenly changed, and more than ten fugitives behind him even picked up the weapon in his hand at the fastest speed, looked at the cliffs vigilantly, and prepared to attack at any time.
A young man stood by the cliff and looked at the direction of the sunset.
He was wearing a black robe. He just blocked before the sunset, so the figure seemed to be extremely dark. The slightly cold autumn wind came from the field of the wild, and the cliffs were rolled up.
The fugitives have lived in Xiling Temple for a long time. Looking at the man on the cliff. I feel that there is some kind of illusion in front of her eyes, as if I saw Haotian's shadow.
Or see the shadow of Pluto.
Fleeing in the past few days, their nerves have been tightly tightened to break, and the choice of camping is extremely remote and secret, but they did not expect it. In fact, they were still discovered, and they were quietly approaching.
In their opinion, those who can quietly appear on the cliff will definitely have a strong strength. If it is not the master of Song Guodaomen, then it may only be the strong of the Xiling Temple.
The fugitives who have been abolished, do not expect the strong who can defeat Daimen at all. At the moment of hearing that voice, the desperate emotions occupy their physical and mental.
In addition to despair, they forced to have a very strong will to fight, anyway, they are going to die anyway, and today it may be the last battle, so death is more powerful.
But no one is doing it.
Because the young man wearing a black robe on the cliff giving people a feeling of unlikely.
Even because Zimo suddenly knelt behind the young man, he cried.
Immediately afterwards, more people recognized the young man, especially the four former temple cavalry leaders, trembling and rushing to the cliff, kneeling on the knees behind the purple ink, facing the young man's
The back crying sounded like a shepherd who was discretely on the wasteland and saw his master.
Zi Mo's general looked at the back, tears was full of tears, and said tremblingly, "Master Si ... everyone said you are dead, you are still alive ... this is so good."
A broken arms cried and cried: "Adult ... adult ... I know you will not abandon us like this, you finally come back!"
Long Qing turned around, looked at my own subordinates, and said, "Is willing to follow me again?"
The crying of the cliff stopped, and everyone tipped her head again and again.
Zimo looked up, looked at the scar on Longqing's face, looked at the black peach blossoms on his chest, thinking about those rumors, and shocked that the adults of the Si Zizo not only did not die, but also the realm of cultivation was far better than the original.
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But then, a very cold breath infiltrated the depths of the purple ink and everyone's heart.
This cold atmosphere comes from Longqing's body.
It also came from what he said.
"I did die, but I didn't know if I saw Haotian or Pluto after death. In the time of death, I thought a lot of things, but I heard the words of Zimo you before I now.
I suddenly wanted to understand, maybe I'm not the son of heaven at all. "
Long Qing looked at the night in the sky, and said something: "Maybe ... I'm the son of Pluto?"
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(I was hit by anxiety for a while, and I did n’t want the monthly ticket today ... The foreplay was basically done. Immediately, the big drama opened. The anxiety was multiple. Thinking for a long time is determined. It should be updated.
Still pay more attention to the plot of writing, I try to write it, please supervise it, I hope to write the full half of the year in the back.)