the enlightener says

In fact, they were originally a family of four.

Those who are too weak to resist fate can only stay on the wasteland forever, becoming a pile of dry bones, or in a more ruthless way, turn into some kind of unbearable energy, add it to the body, bear the burden and die. OK.

"Soon." Mother's lips were also chapped, and it was difficult for her thin cheeks to squeeze out a bleak smile, but she still insisted on holding the child's hand, "Little Douzi, if you persevere, there will be corn bread to eat soon." gone."

Hearing the word Wotou, the child nodded vigorously, as if thinking of the taste of food, a little saliva came out of his dry and bitter mouth, and his throat became much moister.

But how far is this vast wasteland?Where are they going?It is said that if you go all the way to the south, there will be no drought, there will be good harvests everywhere, and the fertile fields will be spread all over the horizon... The child heard all the way, but he didn't know if he would have the opportunity to see it with his own eyes.

For young children, their parents are their only support, so he nodded obediently, and moved most of his body closer to his mother's side, as if this would give him a greater sense of security.

Qin Ke's steps stopped, and he had already walked in front of the family of three.

The child seemed to have sensed Qin Ke's staring gaze, and raised his head to look at him.

The eyes of the two met in the air.

The child suddenly smiled: "Are you here?"

"I..." Qin Ke didn't understand what happened, but nodded subconsciously, with a stiff expression, "I'm here..."

The child's face gradually distorted and dimmed, and everything around him became illusory. There seemed to be tens of thousands of people gathered around him, who were chatting and doing nothing.

Qin Ke ran forward in a panic, as if he was running on the boundless wasteland, the sky was low and dark, only a little candle-like light was seen at the end of the wasteland.

The spot of light became brighter and brighter until he couldn't open his eyes. He stopped and felt his body trembling inexplicably. After a split second, he saw a pale face. He was no longer standing, but Lie down next to a woman.

The woman's lips opened and closed as if she was saying something, Qin Ke stared blankly at a stream of scarlet liquid that was boiling hot like magma, continuously penetrating into his skirt.

He was at a loss for a moment, his whole body seemed to be bound by a powerful and invisible force, and he couldn't even utter an exclamation.

The voice is clear.

Mother's eyes were filled with sorrow, but also with worry. Father's roar echoed not far away. This was probably the first time this honest farmer roared in such an angry way, like an angry lion, but he didn't know Is it facing someone, or facing this wasteland.

"Little Douzi, let's go..." Qin Ke finally heard it clearly, but he was still trembling and wanted to touch that pale cheek, but the woman's expression froze. A dull gray.

He also saw the blood on the clothes clearly - it turned out that the hot red liquid like magma was pouring out from his mother's body.

Qin Ke tried his best to block the blood hole, but his young palm couldn't block the blood fountain at all. He panicked, and sweat and tears rolled down uncontrollably.

Suddenly, a big hand grabs his shoulders, throwing him out of his mother's arms with great force, and rolling him several times. The three pancakes in Qin Ke's arms are dipped in blood and scattered on the ground. .

The vague voices beside him rushed into Qin Ke's ears, shaking his whole head.

"Damn it! The little bastard dares to steal your grandpa's things, kill him!" The rude voice came from a strong man, under his ragged clothes, his arms were still strong and strong.

Around the man, four or five men of different heights, short, fat, and thin were standing scattered, all of them slashed at the wooden stick propped up in his father's hand with their bright knives with ferocious faces.

The wooden stick couldn't help chopping, and finally broke, and the father's thin body fell to his knees with the force, but at this time, he still didn't forget to shout at the child: "Run! Run! Keep going! Live!" !"

The child's face was covered with loess, and he struggled to get up from the ground. Seeing the strong man walking towards him, his eyes turned to his father again.

He seems to have thought of it.

Many years ago, he ran away in this way. The worn out soles of his feet brought dull and severe pain, and the whistling wind in his ears and the oncoming dust made him almost unable to distinguish the direction, but he never stopped. Just keep running forward.

How is father?Will they also be killed by those people...

At this moment, there was only one thought left in his mind, to run.

Just, why did he run?

Qin Ke was panting, and his pace slowed down. He had some doubts, and then these doubts turned into a tide-like turbulence, washing over his brain.

It's not right...it's not right...

This is not right!

Qin Ke thought, all this is a dream, right?This is obviously the past in his deepest memory. Now he has grown up and is powerful. He has all kinds of unique skills, he has the cultivation of energy and blood, he understands the technique of Xunfeng, and he can use the Qijin sword to kill people.

He can turn everything around with these, can't he?

"That's not right." He stood still, turned his head, and obviously ran so far, but when he turned his head, he returned to the original point, and his father was lying on the ground, rolling to avoid the falling lights of the knives, but his body was already dead. covered in wounds.

When he found that Qin Ke had turned back, he immediately cried out in pain: "What are you doing back here? Run! Keep running!"

Qin Ke had a chuckle on his lips, then rushed towards those people crazily, and touched his waist with one hand...

When the Bodhisattva sword comes out, who will fight?

They're just a bunch of bandits and bastards, nothing more than a rabble with no cultivation at all...

It's just that he reached out to touch it, but it was empty.

Immediately afterwards, he bumped his head against the leg of the strong man, and fell on his back.

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My waist is empty, where is the shadow of the Bodhisattva sword?

As for the cultivation of qi and blood... At this time, he was still fleeing with his parents, and he hadn't met his master yet, so where would he have the opportunity to get in touch with the practice?

At this time, he was just a child, thin and timid, not even as tall as the waist of the strong man in front of him.

A big hand grabbed his throat and lifted him into the air, as easily as lifting a sick cat. The feeling of suffocation quickly flooded into his brain, but he could only helplessly widen his eyes , eyes full of despair.

The few people around who swung their knives and slashed at his father also gathered around, with strange smiles on their faces, as if they were somewhat interested in the "little thing" caught by the leader.

Qin Ke looked over the top of the big man's head, and saw his seriously injured father struggling to stand up from the ground. The blood blurred the eyes of the honest farmer, and the crack on his head was also mercilessly gushing red, but he He still picked up the big knife at his feet.

The wind howled, and the big knife fell quickly, cutting off the big man's arm.

Accompanied by the sound of the strong man's painful wailing, Qin Ke and the arm fell heavily to the ground, while his father rushed up, stretched out his hand to push him further, and then waved his hand desperately like an angry leopard. big knife.

After all, my father was just a farmer, he had never practiced martial arts, so it was impossible for him to have any skills, and the blade dancing up and down was even more ridiculous, but his instinct as a father made him burst into a bravery that ordinary people did not have at this moment. The big man with the broken arm cursed and roared, but the minions beside him didn't dare to step forward for a while.

Qin Ke stood ten steps away from his father, trembling all over, with snot and tears streaming into his mouth, in a panic.

"Let me kill them!" The strong man lay down on the ground, roaring angrily.

The faces of the minions suddenly recovered a bit of cruelty, and finally rushed towards the almost crazy farmer.

Father gave a bleak smile, and instead of turning his head, he went up to him more bravely.

Qin Ke started to run again, feeling as if he had used up the last bit of energy left in his life. The empty wilderness reverberated with the excited and cruel laughter and cursing of the minions, as well as the farmer's last cry: "Live! "

Running and running, those laughing and cursing sounds seemed to be not far away from him, but Qin Ke felt a burst of rage, as if something exploded in his body, and the anger burned from his abdomen to the depths of his heart, and the blood in his blood Every inch is piping hot.

That time he escaped, far away, but this time, he returned to his father.

There was a bit of helplessness in the father's ashen eyes, but he finally returned to calm, and a blood-stained hand slowly caressed Qin Ke's cheek.

"You said you, told you to run, why did you come back?" The father sighed, "Forget it, little Douzi, don't be afraid, we don't have to run away this time, and we won't have to run away again in the future... "

Qin Ke still knelt there stupidly, listening to the rampant laughter beside him, his heart was as cold as his father's palms blown by the wind, he always felt that all this was too absurd, what should have happened? It was a mistake, but for a moment he didn't know what was wrong.

He returned to this moment, and he should have the ability to change the ending, but why could he just watch it happen again?

After so many years, he thought he had hidden this matter very deeply, but now it seems that he has been deceiving himself and others.

He was still that incompetent and timid child, who didn't even have the courage to die with his parents, and he couldn't change anything.

"Brother, what about this child?" Several murderers pointed at Qin Ke and asked.

"Grab it and take it with you. The child's meat is tender and more delicious than his parents'." The leader had a fierce look on his face, feeling the pain of his severed limb, and veins sprouted on his forehead.

Those people gathered around, holding knives in their hands, like a group of indifferent butchers.

"Is this child out of fright?" Someone stepped forward and grabbed Qin Ke's feet, lifted Qin Ke upside down, and said with a smile, "Why is he motionless?"

"After being hungry for so many days, I don't think there is much meat, so I might as well slaughter it now..." one person murmured.

Qin Ke was in mid-air, his face was still calm, his eyes were dim, as if his soul had been taken away by something.

"Let go." Qin Ke said softly.

"What?" The murderer didn't hear Qin Ke's words clearly, and moved his ear to it in a pretentious manner.

"Let go." Qin Ke's tone became a little more serious, and it was no longer a childlike voice.

The murderer lowered his head, looked at Qin Ke and continued to smile, "Boy, if you want to blame it, blame your father for being a worthless man. In the next life, he will cast a good pregnancy, be a nobleman, or even become a bandit. It's better than poor people..."

Qin Ke tilted his head, watched the murderer quietly, and said in a low voice, "You are already a dead man."

The murderer frowned, his heart skipped a beat, and he said forcefully, "Boy, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"I saw with my own eyes that you became a bandit, and the government captured you, and your head was beheaded by the government with a guillotine in the market." Qin Ke's expression gradually became serious, but his voice was still light.

The murderer was puzzled, and turned his head with a smile to tease some of his companions, but before his head turned halfway, it slowly slid down from the top of his neck.

The sudden change happened, and no one could react, but Qin Ke was no longer restrained by that hand, and fell heavily to the ground.

When he got up from the ground, his whole body had returned to the appearance of a handsome young man. Not only did he not feel pain all over his body, but even his clothes were neat and clean without any dust.

He pointed to the big man with the broken arm behind them, and said softly: "And you, you died earlier than them all, and after three days your wounds deteriorated, and in the end you could only become a ration for the few of them..."

Before the words fell, the big man's body seemed to be cut by some sharp weapon, and it was instantly torn apart.

Seeing such a change, the gangsters finally panicked and stared in horror at the young man who was approaching them step by step. Qin Ke obviously didn't intend to show them any favors, so he continued to point at one person and said: " You later joined the army, but you escaped in the first battle and were cut in the middle by the supervisor..."

The person he pointed to trembled, screamed and fled backwards. After taking two steps, the upper body and lower body became two parts. It seemed that he didn't feel that the lower body was out of his control. The man grabbed the loess with both hands, Still struggling to crawl.

other people……

Qin Ke glanced faintly over the remaining ashes-faced murderers, looked down at the Bodhisattva sword that appeared in his hand at some time, felt the bursts of icy killing intent welling up in his heart, and the blood in his body also As he exhaled and inhaled, he gradually agitated and raged.

He didn't understand the meaning of everything just now, and he didn't know what the use of his sudden foresight ability was. He just felt depressed, sad, and helpless.

Because he knew that his parents were still lying in a pool of blood not far away, and even if he could recover his strength earlier and rescued his parents earlier, the outcome would not be changed.

The ending of everything has been settled in that afternoon many years ago, and what is presented now is nothing but an illusory dream.

Even the tragic end of those murderers he pointed out just now may be just a little fantasy of his.

That being the case, what is the use of his current power?

If I can change the past and cover up the guilt buried in my heart for so many years with fantasy, will I not be so sad?

"I know, I shouldn't steal those cakes, I know, I should have died on the wasteland with my parents..." Qin Ke looked at the terrified murderers, and murmured in a low voice: "But ,I don't."

Then he raised his sword like a heavy mountain.

The sword light shone like electricity.

At the same time, the golden light above the battlefield burst into bloom, and the light in the jade box that shot straight into the sky also expanded countless times in an instant. The violent rain was illuminated by the light, and suddenly gathered into countless slender streams, pouring backwards towards the clouds. Irrigate it.

While everyone was stunned, the golden light dispelled the dark clouds, and the whole world returned to tranquility. The sun set in the west, the clouds were calm and the wind was light, and the battlefield that should have been filled with murderous aura turned into a peaceful and upright scene.

The golden light sprinkled all over the sky, but the roar of the dragon seemed to be very painful. The originally powerful black dragon kept twisting its long body. Golden chase.

The black scales peeled off layer by layer under the golden light, turning into balls of black water mist. The dragon tail, which had recovered a little, not only failed to grow, but spewed out more ink-like "blood". The black dragon struggled to rise to the highest point in the sky, but seemed to be forcibly locked by something, and suddenly fell straight down...

When the huge body slammed into the ground, the dust that was shaken out was one foot high, and the smoke and dust overflowed, covering dozens of soldiers of the Jingwu Army who were arrayed.

Gao Changgong looked at the jade box in his hand, and was also a little shocked. Of course he knew what the source of the golden light was. In fact, it was because of this that he dared to be confident in front of the black dragon.

It was from the tomb of King Ye, the inverse scale that the dragon shed.

It's just that in the tomb of King Ye, this piece of reverse scale has not shown any shocking power except for suppressing King Ye so that he has never been transformed into a dead body.

But Gao Changgong listened to Zhuge Wanling's explanation, the reason for this situation is that Shenlong was taken half of his mind by the heart demon, and the strength of the newly grown bloodthirsty reverse scale once surpassed the original reverse scale , and when Shenlong passed away, the inner demon was suppressed by Shenlong's will, and the power of this bloodthirsty reverse scale also weakened a lot.

When he was in Jingwu, Zhuge Wanling spent a lot of thought on collecting the two Nilins. Fortunately, the peaceful and righteous power of Shenlong Nilin regained the upper hand, making the bloodthirsty Nilin's evil nature unable to cause harm to the world. Otherwise, with its bloodthirsty nature, it would be enough to suck up ten feet of spiritual energy and blood in an instant...

The magic of mutual generation and mutual restraint is nothing more than this.

Now that Shenlong Nilin has left Jingwu, there is no need to suppress the bloodthirsty Nilin's evil nature anymore, the power he has unleashed is close to that of the Second Coming of the Shenlong. It is clearly the incarnation of the black dragon whose strength has reached the realm of a saint, but it will be suppressed to the scales All scattered, the incarnation is gradually destroyed.

Perhaps because this black dragon was transformed by Shenlong's old opponent, the heart demon, the golden light emitted by Nilin slowly condensed into the clouds, and then poured down with a decisive and sacred momentum, thousands of golden lights are like a handle. The real sharp weapon hit the black dragon's crippled body like boiling oil and snow, eroding it with countless scars.

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The black dragon's scarlet eyes were full of anger, and he looked up to the sky in pain and screamed: "You are clearly dead! Dead! Why do you want to stop me!"

Shenlong is indeed dead, or in other words, he has returned to the place where he was born, to his hometown - an illusory world.

Maybe he can be reborn as a brand new existence and continue his supreme and powerful myth. At this moment, the majesty of the golden holy light is still there, as if he is the king who passed away, standing proudly and silently in the clouds, declaring to the world that he is eternal. will.

Gao Changgong, who was holding the jade box in his hand, also had an uneasy expression.

In the face of Luo Fengchu's unreserved offensive before, his life was hanging by a thread in the sea of ​​flames several times. Although he regained his life now, his meridians and internal organs were injured in many places, and his bones were broken in more than a dozen places. Fortunately, there was a powerful The qi and blood are basically holding on, but they just want to fully recover, and I'm afraid it will take a long time to recuperate.

What Gao Changgong never expected was that just when the light bloomed to the extreme, a peaceful force poured into his palm along the bottom of the jade box, and then transmitted from the palm to the meridians of the limbs, constantly driving his blood circulation , In a few breaths, the pain in the body was quietly relieved a lot, and even the severely injured place showed signs of healing.