Chapter 232, Life and Death Return to Yangzhu (Part 2)
A quarter of an hour later, Fang Xieying, the evil-eyed "Land Sword Master", came back alone, stood beside his father, and slowly reported: "It has been confirmed that the man did break into the tomb of the Emperor of Heaven and was not by Yue Zhongbai.
capture."
Upon hearing this, Fang Due'er, the "Sword Emperor" just felt completely relaxed and smiled slightly: "Okay, as long as you are not captured by the Sword Emperor, what you ask for, where he died is actually not important."
"Land Sword Master" Fang Xieying also smiled evilly and said, "Yes, that dead old man Nian Wangchuan has been dead for so long. Unexpectedly, a young man who overturned the case for him came, but now, he
If you fall into a claw of your father, you will lose all your life. If you don’t have three days, you will definitely die in the underworld. This secret will be buried forever and no one will know it again.”
"Sword Emperor" Fang Du'er's eyes flashed. After a while, he said, "No, you still can't take it lightly. If he happened to meet someone in the past three days, he told him this secret. Xie Ying..."
He suddenly turned his head and looked at his son: "Didn't you always want to go out for training? The Heavenly Emperor's Tomb is your best destination. You are already at the peak of Xuanzun. It's time to enter it, no matter whether it's a breakthrough.
You should enter the realm or exchange for any treasure."
"and……"
Speaking of this, he paused, and a very strange fanatical light appeared in his eyes.
"There is not only a cultivation environment, but also countless treasures, but more importantly, if you have enough opportunities, you can even find the last Xuan Emperor Yin Yuan left behind by the twelve ancient emperors in the "Celestial Emperor Mausoleum".
.Then, it is the only way for you to achieve the Emperor Realm."
"Well? My father promised me to enter the Heavenly Emperor's Tomb. OK, I'll go and prepare immediately."
Upon hearing this, Fang Xieying, who was covered in evil "Land Sword Master", said happily, and clasped her fists, turned around and ran out.
Looking at his son's back, this time, "Sword Emperor" Fang Du'er completely relaxed and smiled quietly.
His smile was like a soundless flame. Green and faint, the entire Tianjian Auditorium suddenly became cold.
...
"Where is this? Why is it so dark? Why can't I see anything? Am I going to die?"
This is a strange space. The sky is like a person's head, and the dark clouds are constantly changing in shape. It is like the demons dancing in all directions.
Several eagles flew across the sky and shouted, "Ahhh...", their voices were so hoarse and unpleasant. A swathe of black smoke was brought behind them, which was very different from the eagles outside.
Not only is the body more than ten times larger, the curved eagle beak is more like a sharp sickle, and bright blood is dripping from the corners of the mouth.
In front of a tomb that has been withered for many years, under the stone tablet, a young man was curled up there, and the blood had already dyed the ground red.
His face was pale, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans kept rolling down his forehead, and his mouth occasionally made unknown murmurs, as if he was trapped in a dream that never woke up.
"Yes, I'm going to die. Be careful and cautious. Along the way, I've been struggling and struggling, are I going to die in the end?"
"The ambitions have not been fulfilled, the great grudges have not yet been fulfilled, and I have not been used to the great mountains and rivers. My brothers and relatives are waiting for my return in my hometown. Unfortunately, I still can't hold on and I'm still going to die!"
"Well, before dying, I will take it lightly at first glance. This world is like a cloud, and nothing matters, and that's all."
It seemed that I had let go of all the bonds and concerns in my heart. The young man's body was getting colder and colder every day, and his breath was getting weaker and weaker every day. Even the eagle in the sky occasionally circled by, and would not look at him. It seemed that the death he carried was carrying
The anger made these eagles not like to peck at the food.
Until this day, a young eagle could not find food. He circled the young man's body for several times, and finally swept down unwillingly, and pecked on the young man's face with a "pop".
After a while.
"Um?"
Just as I woke up from the deepest dream, the young man let out a snorted hum from his mouth, and his body that had no temperature. After turning it over, the young eagle was startled and suddenly flew away from afar. It was in the young man
The blood hole pecked out on the cheeks slowly oozed out fine blood flowers.
“Tick!”
A drop of bright red blood slowly rolled down from the young man's cheek to the tip of his nose and then to his lips. The young man seemed to suddenly smell the sweetest delicacy, and he couldn't help but suck in his throat, and there was no such thing as
I found that the taste was fishy and salty.
"Water...water..."
The low dream whispered again, but the blood flowed too slowly. The young man slapped his lips twice, then fell asleep again, and fell into a sweet dream.
Unconsciously, he kept calling out several people's names: "Master, Master, Sister, Sister..."
Another night passed.
On this morning, suddenly, the young man's body twitched a few times, and a sharp pain woke him up. He raised his head and looked at the sky. There was only a bloody color left in his eyes. The sky in the distance was blurry.
His lips were chapped, and there seemed to be a faint smell of blood from last night.
The wound on his face had long healed, but he seemed to see the footsteps of death and was walking towards him step by step.
It was difficult, and I held up one hand, supported it on the stone tablet, and slowly leaned on it. He looked at the sky in the distance with a wry smile and murmured: "I will die here one day."
Flashes of weakness surged into his heart, and his spirit felt even more sleepy, as if he was about to fall asleep again at any time. This time, he knew that once he fell asleep, he would never wake up again.
There is no doubt that this young man covered in blood was attacked by the Sword Emperor, and his disciple of the Sword Emperor, Yue Zhongbai, who had been chasing Ye Bai for thousands of miles. At the last moment, he suddenly
I remember that the jade slip in the starry sky that I received in the Immortal Lei City mentioned the method of entering the "Chang Emperor's Mausoleum".
As long as he escapes into the Heavenly Emperor's Tomb, he knows that regardless of the subsequent situation, his safety will be at least safe in a short period of time, because although the world is big, it would be so easy for an Emperor Xuan to really want to kill someone.
Only if the Heavenly Emperor's Tombs with blood demons floating everywhere can he help him escape from the control of the Sword Emperor and gain a glimmer of hope.
However, he really underestimated the blow of a Xuan Emperor.
If it weren't for his "Yin Yang Xuan Body" that had already been cultivated to great success, and this technique happened to be a top-level defensive mysterious skill at the purple level, with amazing defense. At this time, he had already died in Fang Du'er, the "Sword Emperor" Fang Du'er.
With that claw, there was no life left. He escaped so far and even fled into the tomb of the Emperor of Heaven.
However, even if you can escape for a while, you will not be able to escape for a lifetime. The continuous injuries will be in poverty and cannot be suppressed. As you run along the way, your injuries will become more and more serious. You should use your last effort to escape into the tomb of the Emperor of Heaven. Bai didn't have time to take a look at where he was in and immediately fainted.
I've been dying for three days.
If it weren't for the strange awakening this morning, he would have been afraid that he would have fallen asleep slowly until he knew nothing.
Ye Bai, who was leaning against the stone tablet, began to know the preciousness of time. Every minute and every second, the god of death was one step closer to him, so he began to think about his life.
From the time when his parents died in childhood, they were lonely and helpless, to slowly becoming sensible, coming into contact with and practicing silently, he has always been alone.
He is withdrawn, unsociable, and has carried too many young shoulders since childhood. He has no friends since childhood. All the sources of life depend on himself and grow up under the scrutiny of others.
Almost no one in the entire Ye family has ever paid attention to someone like him.
Until one day, when he discovered that the Phantom Heart Grass could assist in his cultivation, he was ecstatic, no matter what kind of pain he was about to experience.
So, year after year, he grew up like this.
Then, slowly, he stood out, entered the inner sect, entered the Zi Realm Valley, left Lan Yue, achieved Xuanzong, achieved Xuanwang, and then Xuanzun...
He has experienced too much along the way. In his life, countless faces of people passed by his eyes one by one, and then turned into foam and disappeared.
Ye Ku, Ye Que, Ye Penglai, Ye Qianer, Ye Huan, Ye Tianwen, the head of the Ye family, and the elder of the Dead Wood...
Yan Bailang, staying in the dry heart, Min Rouran, Gu Xinhua, Gu Xinlan, Huang Ling, Luo Fatty...
Tang Xuerou, Sikong Si, Yan Mei, Feng Xue, Wu Mei, Bai Hanya, Tai Shu Qianyan, Jian Lao, Jian Bo, Bai Wan'er, Ji Yan, Shui Lanyue...
Many, many people, men, women, elderly people, children, benefactors, enemies, and in this life, all those who pass by him eventually become strangers.
Finally, the only few of the most important figures left in front of him were frozen, including Jian Lao, Feng Xue, Ye Ku, Ye Que, Tang Xuerou, Bai Hanya, Tai Shu Qianyan...
With a sigh, Ye Bai slowly closed his eyes.
If you want to die just now, then with the memories of these people, your life will be nothing.
In a moment of reincarnation, life and death are transformed into life and death. Ye Bai's heart gradually becomes peaceful, like an ancient well.
Time passed by minute by minute, and Ye Bai's breath slowly weakened again. This time, he never became stronger again. Soon, only one breath was left.
He stretched out his hands with difficulty, held them together, ready to die, and held them tightly and not separated.
At this moment, his hand, Mo Ming Yibing, seemed to have touched something that was tied up and hurt.
It was the ring, the ring that was discovered by him in the tomb of the Evil King, and was worn in his hands. It hid all his memories and all his precious things. The Three Python Snow Rings.
In his mind, a sudden memory that was like a slashing through the sky and the earth flashed by, and a ray of light made him stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help but open his eyes.
He reached out and slowly pulled out a jade box from the Three Python Snow Rings.
Opened, two pieces were quietly lying in the jade box, one black and the other white, and the round beads were emitting a faint light, illuminating his cheeks.
The black beads are dull and the white beads are crystal clear and transparent, together, and they seem to have a strange feeling.