Emperor Yan of Douluo Continent

Chapter 251 Worship (1)

"Just like them in the past, why did you choose the heavy sword?" Di Yan's fingertips lightly touched the ice flame heavy sword, and the heavy sword instantly shattered and turned into the purest power.

Di Yan's hand was very cold, as if it had been placed under ice cubes for a long time. Pressing his white hand on Tang Ling's chest, he felt the steady but slightly faster heartbeat.

"No, it's not the same." Looking at Tang Ling's face exactly like his own, Di Yan stood alone in the world of yellow sand and said to himself: "From the very beginning, you knew what you wanted I thought that my appearance would make you as confused as they used to be. I didn't realize until not long ago that the person who was changed was actually me."

"I really envy you, Tang Ling. I hope that you will never turn the most important thing in your life into despair with your own hands, just like I did once." Di Yan's voice echoed in this world, without intentionally lowering it The voice, as if he was used to it, was talking to himself in normal times.

The surrounding space was rippling, and Di Yan hugged Tang Ling in a princess hug, and he disappeared instantly after taking a step.

The golden dragon and the crimson phoenix in the sky also dissipated when the two disappeared.

As the breeze blew, a crimson fire feather slowly fell from the sky.

The line of sight is pulled away. If someone looks down at this piece of yellow sand world from the highest point, they will find that there is an oasis in this world that seems to be as dead as yellow sand.

Although inconspicuous, it is extremely dazzling.Like a new star shining in the darkness of despair, called the new star of hope.

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"Little guy, don't keep staring at me." Di Yan was a little depressed, and poked the fire with the branch in his hand: "This is what he asked for."

"Meow~" Ziyou called out very dissatisfied.

"If you don't squat on Tang Ling's chest, I think he might be more comfortable." Di Yan threw the branch in his hand into the fire.

Ziyou reluctantly left Tang Ling's arms. Her silver eyes looked at Tang Ling and then at Di Yan. With strength in her limbs, her small body jumped onto Di Yan's shoulder.

"It's quite courageous." Di Yan chuckled lightly, and had no intention of chasing Zi You down, leaning against the tree, squinting his eyes while looking at the fire, thinking about something.

Those pale golden eyes were very beautiful, and it seemed as if one would be drawn into an endless sea of ​​flames if one stared at them for a long time.

I don't know if it's Ziyou's illusion. Standing on Diyan's shoulder, it seems to see a figure covered in black mist and a person wrapped in bright golden flames. They are standing at the top of the world. Under them are countless corpses.

Ziyou was stunned, because it saw an incredible thing, the person covered in black mist swung the sword in his hand, and stabbed the person covered in golden flames.

Di Yan's eyes were closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

Ziyou arched Gong Diyan's neck with her furry head, her small body burrowed directly into Diyan's robe, her fluffy paws pressed against her heart, as if to comfort her.

The dark night is the easiest thing to bring back to mind, so Di Yan hates the dark very much, just because in the dark, he will think of the sword that Ming Prison gave him without hesitation, and think of his own actions.

"It's your own fault." He seemed to be laughing at himself, but he also seemed to be feeling emotional.

As time passed, the endless darkness was broken by the slowly rising sun in the sky, and the orange-red sunlight shone on Tang Ling's face.

Tang Ling's eyes opened slowly, scanning the surrounding environment subconsciously. The sun had just risen, and the surrounding darkness had not completely faded away.

The flame had already been extinguished, and across from him was Di Yan who was resting with his eyes closed.

Because the body is nourished by the source of life, the sun and the moon, the power of the source of life remains in the body, and the wounds on his hands have recovered, and the appearance of injury is almost invisible.

Glancing at the position of Di Yan's chest, he disappeared without a sound, and had already changed into another piece of clothing when he came back.

When he came back, Diyan had already opened his eyes, and Ziyou was placed next to him, still sleeping soundly, not at all what a thousand-year-old soul beast should be, a complete little lazy pig.

"Di Yan, can you still travel across the world now?" Tang Ling suddenly said such a sentence.

"Yes." Di Yan answered Tang Ling's question without any surprise.

"Can I trouble you with something?" Tang Ling looked at Di Yan with a very low voice.

"Yes." Di Yan did not ask Tang Ling to speak out his request, but directly agreed. "It's just that I can only let you stay there for three days. If it exceeds this time, it will be very difficult to come back."

"Three days is enough." Tang Ling smiled, took a deep breath, and nodded to Di Yan, indicating that he was ready.

"Close your eyes, you may feel a little uncomfortable." Just as Di Yan's voice fell, a golden beam of light fell from the sky. The beam of light enveloped Tang Ling's body. The air around him twisted slightly, and Tang Ling's body disappeared immediately.

A feeling of dizziness came from his head, his body seemed to have fallen into a tornado, and his skin was torn apart by the strong wind.

When Tang Ling's body felt like the ground, Tang Ling endured the discomfort and opened his eyes. What he saw was a strange and bustling city.

Before going to Douluo Dalu, Tang Ling lived in such a bustling city, even though he only had some memories of his grandfather Tang Jingzhi now.

Relying on his own feelings, Tang Ling walked towards the northeast step by step. Tang Ling's outfit was not uncommon in the bustling city. It was not the clothes on his body that attracted attention, but his appearance.

Xiyang Cemetery is the largest cemetery in Linghe City. It is located in the center of the city, not far from Tang Ling. At Tang Ling's speed, it took less than two hours to arrive at Xiyang Cemetery.

Tang Ling stepped into the cemetery, relying on his own feelings, and walked towards Tang Jingzhi's cemetery step by step. When he was about to approach Tang Jingzhi's cemetery, Tang Ling stopped and looked forward. In front of Jingzhi's tombstone, a woman in white knelt on the ground, burning paper money, and whispered something.

Tang Ling didn't go forward to disturb, and watched the woman worship silently. After an entire hour, the woman got up and left. When the two passed by, the woman's body suddenly froze.

"Tang Dong?" The woman's voice was so low that only Tang Ling could hear it clearly.

(End of this chapter)