[Gu Jian III] The Days I Worked in Xuanyuan Hill

"Xin Yi?!"

I almost jumped up in shock, looked at it in disbelief, and then took a closer look, and confirmed that the person in front of me was indeed the big demon Xin Yi I had just met before going to sleep.

"How will you be here?!"

His eyes fell lightly on Shang Ling who was still standing with his head bowed over there, and he said casually, "Why can't I be here?"

"But this is my dream! Wait, what you're holding is..."

I squinted at the thing in his hand, and said in shock: "Half-soul lotus?!"

Half-soul lotus, something that the people of the country of witches once planted on a large scale, can lure people into dreams.It is also a prop used by Wu Yan in the plot to make the whole Yangping fall into a dream.

"Did you do it on purpose? You told us those things on purpose before, and then used the half-soul lotus to guide our dreams when we went back..." My mind was spinning rapidly, "You want to get something from my dream? What? The location of the so-called divine blood?"

He finally looked at me: "It's not stupid, it's beyond my expectation."

"Are you trying to use that divine blood...to recreate the Primordial Demon?!" I was startled, "Don't even think about it! I warn you, if you really have this idea, I will kill you even if I risk my life." You stay here! Don't think I can't do it!"

Anyway, our ancestors were rich too!

Xin Yi shook his head lightly: "I'm not that stupid. You can tell from the reactions of the people in Anyi that human beings are human beings. Even if they become demons, they still refuse to fully recognize their own race. There are already enough big demons in the Demon Realm. We There is no need to add superiors to myself. What I want is the thing that contains the blood of the gods."

"???"

"Do you still remember that in the dream just now, Ning said that Xiangyuan brought something from Buzhou Mountain?"

I try to recall, because it just happened, so even if it is not the focus of this memory, I can still remember it after searching.In the last sweet dream, Shang Ling mentioned that Xin Shang wanted to build a city, and that Xiangyuan had brought back something from Buzhou Mountain, which might be useful at that time.

"When Anyi was exterminated, Xin Shang was just a ten-year-old child. He survived by chance and turned into the ancestor demon. Xin Shang has been missing his childhood, the powerful Anyi at that time, and Anyi's treatment of him. The closest fighters are Shangling and Ning. Later, he built Xinshang City. He built the central tower and put all the relics of the deceased on the top of the tower, including the painting he drew by himself—that was his dream Yes, the picture of Shang Ling and Ning looking at his city together."

"Is it just what Ning promised at the beginning?" I could almost understand the brain circuit of this ancestor demon, and asked, "What is that thing?"

"Keel. Candle keel."

I groaned in my heart.

"Back when Xiangyuan came back from Buzhou Mountain, he brought back a piece of candle keel. No one knew how he brought it out. The candle dragon is a race born at the beginning of Hongmeng. Its keel has the effect of guarding all things, including the blood of the gods. Coercion. Back then, Ning carried the hope of Anyi and traveled across the ocean to find the kingdom of witches with the blood collected by the clan. It was the container carved from the keel that protected the blood. But no one thought that after she came back, They actually stole two treasures together."

"So, you have worked so hard to find it for so long, just for the candle keel?" I asked.

"Otherwise? I am the Heavenly Demon. In the Demon Realm, we are the highest level. Why bother to risk ten deaths and nine lives in pursuit of divine blood?"

I lowered my head and thought for a while, then said firmly, "I don't believe it."

The corner of Xin Yi's eyes twitched: "Do you believe it or not, what does it matter to me? I was looking for the candle keel, originally because of a thought of my old friend, but now I know that it was thrown into the abyss of nothingness. On the sea of ​​the country, there is a passage that appears very occasionally during a storm. No one knows where it leads to. Even if the great heavenly demon enters it, it has never returned. What's more, the abyss of nothingness has not appeared for thousands of years. Why should I Desperately looking for it?"

……Right.

The odds of winning the lottery are smaller, and I don't need to fight him to the death for this odds.

The awkwardness in my heart disappeared in an instant, and I sat down very Buddhaly, waiting to sleep until I woke up naturally and came out of the dream.

"However, you have solved a question I have had for many years." Xin Yi said suddenly, "As a reward, I will give you another dream."

"What?" I immediately looked at him warily.

A malicious smile appeared on Xin Yi's face: "You can find the answer to the question you didn't ask before in this dream."

"What's the problem? Wait, tell me clearly, I... ah—"

The half-soul lotus in Xin Yi's hand suddenly emitted a burst of black-purple light. Before I could finish my question, I was caught by the light.There was no time to react, and the world was spinning in front of my eyes.

The cave disappeared, and Xin Yi disappeared.Everything around me quickly dissipated and was darned again. When I could see the fresh environment, my heart suddenly constricted.

The barren rocky ground, the gray sky, the stumps and magic cores everywhere, and... a man lying in the middle of the mess, as if dead.

His gray hair was stained with blood, scattered into the dirty mud, and his body and face were covered with blood, whether it belonged to those monsters or himself.His eyelids are half closed, the eyes that used to be like clear and deep lakes are now like the sky shrouded in haze, empty and dead, unable to see any life.

I still maintained the posture just now, and wanted to run over, but my body seemed to be pressed by a huge boulder. I could only stare at that side in a daze, and I couldn't even move my fingers.

It seemed that the dead man suddenly moved.

The hand holding the sword was tight, and it tremblingly lifted up slowly. The arm was covered with blood and wounds. The familiar sword in my hand was raised tremblingly, and the tip of the sword pointed straight at the sky.

Her chapped lips twitched, and she sighed in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

The scene that once flashed by in a dream, but was so deep in my bones reappeared so clearly in front of my eyes.

Suddenly I could move again.

I ran over there almost immediately, and stumbled on the ground because I moved too fast.I didn't even think about whether he could hear my voice, so I hurriedly shouted: "Jin, Jinyun!"

no respond.

As I ran to him, trying to pick him up off the ground, my hands went through him as expected.

Yeah, it was just a dream that happened a long time ago.

I kept my half-prone position on the ground for a long time, looking down at his face, as if looking at him through time and space.

"What are you sorry for... You didn't feel sorry for anyone. If anything, the person you're most sorry for is yourself!"

In his life, he was a warrior of the Xuanyuanqiu Taotie tribe, a sword god, and a guardian of the human race. He had many comrades-in-arms and friends, saved countless people, and was admired by all people, but when he died, he was lying on the bed alone. Here, silently and coldly.

Ji Xuanyuan has a goddess to deliver elixir, Xuanyuanqiu has thousands of people mourning, and even Wu Yan has Si Wei and Yanjiu by his side.

I touched my face, only to find that cold tears had flowed down my chin at some point.

The moment he raised the sword seemed to have exhausted his remaining strength.The hand fell down dejectedly, Jin Yun closed his eyes, moved his body and tried his best to maintain a decent posture, as if he was ready to face death.

As he moved, his hand carried a flat slab of stone.Jinyun's movements suddenly stopped, and he opened his eyes wide as if he couldn't believe it. After a few seconds, he stretched out his hand tremblingly, and took out the thing underneath.

At that moment, like Jinyun, I opened my eyes wide in astonishment.

A human left arm, pale, clean, and complete, if it weren't for the exposed flesh and broken bones where it should be connected to the shoulder, it would look like it was carved from jade at first glance.

This... is this my arm that was broken by Baimu Beng back then? ? ?

I looked at the severed arm in Jinyun's hand in disbelief. If I remember correctly, it has been several years since I died at this time. It's like that fool Zhao Ye picked up a bone and came back.But why is this thing in Jinyun's hand... Not only does it not have the slightest sign of decay, but even the small wound I left in the battle has healed? !

The man covered in blood was holding a severed arm in his hand. This scene looked a little scary, but instead of feeling it, he carefully observed every detail of that hand. In the end, he even stretched out his own With a trembling hand, hold that hand firmly.

The ten fingers are clasped tightly, just like back then.

"Changning." He whispered softly.

I thought I might be crazy.

Otherwise, how could I have seen the face paralyzed even when he was seriously injured and about to die, the paralyzed face when he saw Ji Long and Xi Ling, and the angry version of Jin Yun who saw Wu Yan go crazy...

Are you in tears?

He still had a face with a paralyzed face, but two lines of liquid slid down his dirty face, slowly and silently slid down his chin, and dripped onto the severed arm he was holding.

One drop, two drops.

Warm tears, cold stumps.

There is no sound, but I seem to hear the most mournful lament that life and death can stir up.

"...I regret it." He said softly, "If I had come to you as soon as I heard the voice, would you not have died?"

will not.

When I blew the whistle, the oil was exhausted and the lamp was dry, so I only took a look at Wu Yan who rushed over at the first time.Even if you came here at the time, it wouldn't help.

So don't cry, you cry so much that I want to cry even more...

After thousands of years of time and space, I have no way to comfort him, no way to hug him, no way to tell him that I am not dead, I can only cry more violently with him.

"If what Wu Yan said is true and people really have an afterlife, can you come to me?"

"At that time, I will not be a warrior of the Taotie tribe, nor will I be the sword god of Xuanyuanqiu. I will not be Tai Sui, nor will I go to Jilong. I will just be Jinyun. No matter where you go, I will always be by your side."

"There will be no more missed appointments."

Jinyun was already seriously injured and on the verge of death, but at this time he finally couldn't hold on any longer.He sat cross-legged on the ground, with the severed arm across his knees, the light in his eyes gradually faded, and finally, his head drooped, and there was no more sound.

At this moment, the Yong'an sword next to him suddenly glowed.

The scorching and harsh light, with an ominous scarlet color, gradually turned into a fire, and even I could feel the temperature around me.The sword seemed to be controlled by someone, and it spun slowly in mid-air aggressively, and in the next second, it stabbed at Jinyun at an extremely fast speed.

It passed through the severed arm, and then sank into Jinyun's body.

Scarlet flames shot up into the sky, and the figure of the man sitting in the flames gradually disappeared. Then, the flames spread and gradually enveloped the entire mountain.

Everything around gradually faded away, and the white mist enveloped everything.Ranyu Mountain will be burned by this fire, and finally become the last I saw.

Desolate, clean, brand new.