After the abandoned white moonlight was reborn

July knows Barren Island.

He held the token tightly and asked Liu San: "Do I want to get that barren island?"

They are not gods, a continent, they may not be able to cross it in a lifetime.

Liu San asked Qiyue: "Do you want to go in July?"

Qiyue hesitated, then nodded and said, "Go."

Liu San smiled, with creases at the corners of his eyes: "Then grandpa will stay with us in July." His only son was killed while hunting horses in the wild, and his daughter-in-law died soon after hearing the news that she was born in July.From then on, their grandfather and grandson depended on each other for life.

The immortal only mentioned going to the barren island and climbing the cloud platform.

They probably don't know that crossing continents has to pass through many forbidden places that ordinary people can't walk through.

Qiyue and Liu San set off, although Qiyue felt apprehensive, but with Liu San accompanying him, he was not so afraid.He just didn't expect it would take 20 years.

Along the way, he encountered heavy snow, famine, and bandits, and the most serious one was when Liu San was old, and when passing through a small, arid country, he vomited and diarrhea.Water was very precious, Qiyue was so thirsty that he didn't want to drink it, so he gave it all to Liu San, but Liu Sheng vomited as soon as he drank it, and soon he was so thin that only a handful of bones remained.He broke down several times, crying and shouting that he would not cultivate immortality. If he didn't go through this experience, he could live to be a hundred years old with the body of his grandfather who practiced martial arts.

Liu San vaguely heard Qiyue's cry, and he didn't know how to hold back that breath. He turned over and touched Qiyue's head: "It's okay, grandpa is fine. We'll leave tomorrow." His eyes were full of vicissitudes and strength , "Grandpa wants my July to fulfill my wish, and also wants us to be free from the birth, old age, sickness and death of mortals in July."

July burst into tears.

That tone lasted until Liu San escorted Qiyue to Dengyun Terrace.The flying boat of thousands of feet came here through the clouds and fog, the fairy light was faint, and the spiritual light was brilliant.From time to time on the flying boat, some people flew with a rainbow, and some people flew with a sword.

Both men and women are immortal, the man is handsome and handsome, the woman is ashamed of the moon, and the fish and the wild goose are sinking, and there are few old people.

The token in Qiyue's arms flashed, and the breath of hanging on Liu San's life dissipated. Liu San looked at the flying boat before leaving, and said with awe: "This is Xianzhou."

"Grandpa." Qiyue seemed to understand something, and shouted again, "Grandpa, if you persevere, we will arrive. The immortal must have a way to save you...Grandpa!"

Liu San fell into Qiyue's arms, and he closed his eyes: "I'm tired, let grandpa sleep... for a while." He should have died a long time ago, as early as the time when he was not acclimatized.He was just a little worried about Qiyue, "Jiyue, you bury me here first, and when you have learned something, remember to... move me back to my hometown." The hand on Qiyue's shoulder slipped down.

Qiyue hugged Liu San, her back was pressed extremely low, warm tears fell along his cheeks onto Liu San's face, but his grandfather would never get up again, coaxing Qiyue not to cry.

There are only two mortals, Qi Yue and Liu San.

Huang Zui took a few more glances. He was very curious about how the two mortals came here across continents. Suddenly, he saw the token on Qiyue's waist. words.

Only those with spiritual powers can see this.

With a gust of wind, a fox-eyed young man appeared in front of Qiyue. He looked only in his early 20s, with a dignified appearance, but his voice was a little eager: "Who gave you the token?"

Brother Xie has been missing for a while.

Qiyue asked: "Are you an immortal? I'm here to seek immortality." Before Huang Zui could answer, "Xie Wushuang gave it to me. He told me to come to the barren island to climb the cloud platform. He said that someone would come to pick me up at that time." .”

Huang Zui probably understood that when Jianzong disciples went out to practice, they would push back to the sect when they met good seedlings.

This is normal, Senior Xie Xie, who can still recruit disciples for the sect, should be fine. He is no longer anxious, but glances at Liu San: "Don't hug him, he's already exhausted." He hangs himself.

Huang Zui didn't need Huang Zui to do the job of introducing Qiyue to the Yuntai in Huangzhou, but it was recommended by Xie Wushuang after all, so he felt some pity: "This is your grandfather, let's bury him first."

July bowed her head in response.

After Liu San was buried, Huang Zui brought Qiyue back to Jianzong. At this time, Jianzong was recruiting new disciples. A group of teenagers were in high spirits on the top of Shenglong Peak.

On the clouds, Huang Zui said to Qiyue: "When you go to record your name, you will become the same class of brothers as them." A hundred years ago, they were still playing here, and in a blink of an eye, there were no familiar faces.

He was inexplicably emotional.

July is almost 40 years old: "I'm with them?"

He is old enough to be their father, and his painting style is incompatible.

Huang Zui nodded. He had asked Qiyue about Xie Yu's situation before, but this mortal didn't know much: "Jianzong accepts disciples, and the bone age cannot exceed eighteen." Seeing Qiyue look over, he smiled, "My Jianzong But Cang Lan’s first sect naturally has strict requirements for accepting disciples. If you hadn’t been recommended by senior brother Xie, it would be difficult for you to even become a handyman disciple in Jianzong.”

Huang Zui, who can ride the clouds and ride the fog, is already extremely powerful in the eyes of Qiyue. Earlier, the flying boat met a group of monster birds with a length of several meters, sharp beaks and sharp claws, and Huang Zui, who was joking with him, raised his sword to meet him. The sword light stretched across ten miles, and the blood fell like rain.

His voice was obscure: "Brother Xie? Is he still your brother?"

Huang Zui raised his eyebrows: "You don't know who Senior Brother Xie is, do you?"

Shaking her head in July: "I don't know."

Huang Zui laughed, "You're really lucky." Without mentioning Xie Yu, he just said, "You'll know later."

……

He joined Sword Sect in July, and was lucky enough to meet Immortal Hongxue once. His demeanor was the most magnificent that he had ever seen in July.

Only then did he know that Xie Wushuang was still a disciple of Immortal Hongxue.

Because it was Xie Wushuang who introduced him, Immortal Hongxue, who had always been indifferent to outsiders, took good care of him and even allowed him to go to Ling Xuefeng.

Qiyue even saw a person very similar to Xie Wushuang, who accompanied Hongxue Immortal Venerable, and asked him with a smile: "You have seen him too, why, am I similar to him?"

He said his name was Shui Wushuang.

I haven't seen Shui Wushuang a few times in July, and Immortal Hongxue doesn't allow Shui Wushuang to go out, and doesn't allow him to talk too much with others.

Later they met again.

Shui Wushuang was holding a lot of flowers, dressed in luxurious white clothes, and was as cold as the first snow.

He saw Qiyue who was a little dazed: "Immortal Hongxue is quite concerned about you." Holding the petals, the young man smiled blindly, "Yes, Immortal Hongxue has always cared about the people around him."

Qiyue didn't know why, but he also heard jealousy: "Immortal Hongxue cares more about you." He also added, "No one else can compare."

"Be nice to me?" The boy who was very similar to Xie Wushuang sneered, "He is..."

"Shuanger."

A deep and indifferent voice came, "Don't talk nonsense."

It was Hongxue Xianzun who came.

Qiyue hurriedly paid a visit: "I have seen Hongxue Xianzun."

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the corners of Shui Wushuang's and Hong Xuexian's clothes. The two people's appearances matched each other very well, and their skirts were lingering. They looked like a couple of immortals.It's just that Shui Wushuang seemed to be trembling, seeming to be... frightened.

Looking up again, Immortal Hongxue was arranging Shui Wushuang's messy neckline from running: "Shuang'er, be careful."

I didn't dare to read more in July.

……

Because of her age, Qiyue seemed out of place among this class of disciples, and was ridiculed a lot.But he didn't mind, he cherished this opportunity to practice, and after a hundred years, he stepped out of Jianzong for the first time.

The goal is to climb the cloud platform on the barren island.

A hundred years have passed, and the tomb is covered with weeds.

Qiyue knelt down, moved out Liu San's bones with her bare hands, and wrapped them in tarpaulins: "Grandpa, Qiyue has learned a lot." He laughed, "Bring grandpa home in July."

For a hundred years, he has achieved little success in controlling the sword.

There was no end in sight for the difficult and dangerous road when they came. They walked for 20 years and returned within a quarter of an hour.

The small tree that had been planted next to his parents' tomb had already grown to the sky. After Liu San was buried again in July, he kowtowed a few more times and said with a half-crying smile, "It turns out that it's so close."

It's only a quarter of an hour.

Thinking in July, Xie Xianjun probably didn't expect them to be away for 20 years.

He stood up and flicked the soil on his skirt: "A hundred years have passed, and there is no more mortal Liu Qiyue in the world." The drought came to his homeland, the red land of hundreds of miles.Looking into the distance, holding up the sword, one sword opened a river, across the territory of the country, the Taotao River nourished the barren land, the long drought was sweet, and the joyful cries of the people came from far away, he went away with the sword, Passing by the palace of the old country, "When there is monk Liu Qiyue."

The emperor saw a blue light, a Taoist priest walking away with a sword, and quickly pulled everyone to kneel in the direction Liu Qiyue was going away, and said reverently: "Thank you Xianjun for saving the people of our country from fire and water, thank you Xianjun, thank you Xianjun. "

That river was named Qiyue River by the emperor and designated as the moat.

Every day when Liu Qiyue opens the river, countless people will come to pay their respects.On this day, there was a monk who passed by, his hands and eyes were open to the sky, and he cut a river with his sword.

300 years after Xie Wushuang's disappearance, the war between the two worlds resumed.

Mo Wu, Qin Miaomiao, Yi Luoling, Chang Wuyi and others rushed to Liangjie Mountain, but they were still beaten and retreated. The black-haired and purple-eyed Modoye floated in the air, and he took out a Suoyuelou The nun's heart was crushed expressionlessly: "You can't do it, call someone again."

He raised his head, "Qiu Liren, Ge Yun, where is Xie Wushuang?"

Yi Luo Ling was so angry that his teeth itch: "Look at him crazy. Huang Zui, come on, bite them to death."

Huang Zui wiped the blood off his face: "Miss, are you letting the dog go?"

Hundreds of years have passed, and he has developed a different feeling for Yi Luoling, and he is not angry. He still protects Yi Luoling, "Be careful." Don't be touched by that lunatic Modoye.

Yi Luoling cursed: "You trash."

Huang Zui has a thick skin: "If no one snipe at me, I will be invincible." His illusion technique can be said to be invincible on a large scale, blowing down a large area with a fan, causing Huang Zui to be watched by someone after the scene. .

Yi Luoling just talked, turned her head, frowned, and threw the chessboard over the disciples of Jianzong: "Did the demon cultivator release the disgusting beast?" The disgusting beast likes to suck the brains of monks. information, it is difficult to be found.

The lethality of this thing alone is strong enough, and they like to appear in groups the most.

"What?" Huang Zui's complexion changed, and he jumped to a Jianzong disciple who had just lost his voice, and pushed the hair on the top of his skull, and as expected, he found a finger-wide round hole, a living, transparent, open head. The jellyfish-like monster with its tentacles came out, and he slapped the monster to death with his palm, and immediately issued a warning, "Be careful of the monster of Moxiu."

Qin Miaomiao also felt a chill in her heart.

She is not afraid, but there are still many junior sisters with low cultivation in Liangjie Mountain, who are disgusted by the sneak attack of beasts, and they have no power to fight back: "Come closer to me!"

Modoye did not expect to be discovered so soon.Beast-hating has a high level of concealment, so he raised his eyebrows and didn't really care.If you find it, you will find it. Even if the disgusting beast is discovered, it will be difficult to prevent it.

The battle of Liangjieshan was postponed for 300 years, and the facts were very different from what everyone expected.In this tide, the world of cultivating immortals not only failed to gain the upper hand, but was beaten and retreated steadily.Moxiu is like crazy, he has no fear of death at all, causing heavy losses to the world of cultivating immortals.

The population of Demon Realm is too large.

It was as if there was a plague of locusts, densely packed and scary.

Another hundred years passed.

During this period, there were pauses, and there were also endless fights. The world of cultivating immortals was still at a disadvantage overall, and the line between the Liangjie Mountains was already biased towards the Demon Realm. If the fight continued like this, the Liangjie Mountains would definitely fall.

It is still only the low-end battlefield.

The world of cultivating immortals pursues an elite system, and Moyu has cultivated a large number of cannon fodder. The world of cultivating immortals is already at a disadvantage in the middle and low-end battlefields, and it is normal not as good as Moyu.But in this tide, the world of cultivating immortals still has the upper hand, because there are more geniuses in the world of cultivating immortals. This tide is mainly because there is no one to check and balance the demon cultivators at the level of Modoye.

The three of them are the decisive force in the low-end battlefield.

In Canglan, where one person is worth a million to ten thousand, genius is too important.

Old Mo Han looked at the great situation.

He looked at Liandong with admiration: "When we level the Liangjie Mountains, it will be the time for you to ascend the throne, young master, you are the most ambitious and strategic monarch in the Demon Realm." Xie Wushuang has been missing for a long time, and they are probably still waiting Ge Yun and Qiu Liren.

But Ge Yun and Qiu Liren will not come back, and they will wait for them to occupy an absolute advantage in the low-end battlefield at the soonest.

Liandong got in touch with the demon world and asked them to trap Ge Yun in the holy land of the demon world for 200 years.As for Qiu Liren, Liandong also went to Lingyun Mansion, he didn't kill Qiu Liren, he just imprisoned Qiu Liren for 200 years.

Only Xie Wushuang was an uncertain factor.

Liandong was still looking at the Liangjie Mountains, and upon hearing this, she only responded softly: "Yes."

The Demon Realm just looks at taking advantage of it. The Immortal Cultivation Realm doesn’t care about the gains and losses of the low-end battlefield. The Liangjie Mountain is just a training ground.

The Demon Realm is already desperate, and the Immortal Cultivation World is still training soldiers.

The decisive force is still the Venerable Realm.

Lian Dong rubbed the head of Hei Lang beside him again: "How long can the magic fortune teller live?"

The Phantom Venerable is most suitable for lurking in the world of cultivating immortals.

He showed his figure: "It should be here for a hundred years." As he said, he glanced at Lian Dong's face, "He is just hanging on to his life, I am afraid he has no ability to calculate, Shaojun, are you really not going to start that plan? ?”

If he really succeeds in replacing the venerable in the world of cultivating immortals with his own people... he never imagined how excited he would be.

It is almost impossible for the Venerable Moyu to secretly go to the Immortal Cultivation Realm and hide there, and the Huan Venerable can only keep them from being discovered by the Venerable Immortal Cultivator for a few months.Lian Dong wants the venerables in the world of cultivating immortals to lurk for decades or hundreds of years, but the illusory venerable can't do it. If the illusory venerable can do it, he's probably already on the must-kill list like the fortune teller.

But Lian Dong can, the magic flame on his forehead with the original aura of the demon realm can cover up the magic aura of the Venerable Realm.

In his previous life, he killed the divine operator early, and successfully led people to lurk into the world of cultivating immortals.He occupied Liangjie Mountain, and in a real sense, he counterattacked the world of cultivating immortals.At the end of the battle, there were not many people in the Venerable Realm on both sides.

Especially in the realm of venerables in the world of cultivating immortals, Liandong secretly brought people and almost killed them all. There are only a few people who are still alive, Xie Wushuang, Qiu Lingjun, Shen Chungui, Feng Ciyue, and Wen Shu Xianzun.

Yes, in the previous life, Qiu Lingjun and Shen Chungui also reached the Venerable Realm, and they were not much weaker than Xie Yu.

The mask on Liandong's face has not been taken off so far. According to the plan, he is going to the Immortal Cultivation Realm to cover up the devil's energy for the Demon Venerables. He will also be in the Immortal Cultivation Realm at that time, so it is not appropriate to show up more.But 400 years ago in Liangjie Mountain, because Xie Yu's sword caused Han Laomo to change his mind, he failed to get rid of the magic operator decisively, and let the magic operator linger on for hundreds of years.

Because Shen Suanzi is still alive, Liandong has not started this plan for a long time.He is brave, not stupid. Once the fortune teller discovers something abnormal, the Demon Lord who is lurking in the fairy world will surely die. He must make sure that nothing goes wrong.

He is ruthless and tolerant.

Liandong licked her lower lip and tasted a bitter mouthful, the plan changed again and again because of Xie Wushuang... it was really the nemesis.

He even didn't want to do this anymore, even if he survived the magic operator, he was afraid that something would happen.Doing this is like walking a tightrope on a cliff, and if you are not careful, you will lose everything.

Liandong closed her eyes: "Let's talk."

Venerable Huan was dissatisfied: "Young Master..."

Liandong glanced at him, her olive green eyes were cold: "Back off."

Venerable Huan opened his mouth, and finally bowed his head: "No."

Moyu implements a monarchy.

Lonicera is the supreme monarch of the Demon Realm.

In this tidal five years, the Demon Realm has pushed the Immortal Realm to an inch of Liangjie Mountain.A young man in a Taoist robe with a sword on his back walked slowly, and said with emotion: "This is Liangjie Mountain."

He likes to cultivate quietly, and he heard that Xie Wushuang used this sword to suppress him for 300 years, "It should have come sooner." After a hundred years, Xie Wushuang's brilliance at that time can no longer be seen.

The boy was born fair and clean, with a pair of bright almond eyes, and he was kind of cute.

He came forward talking to himself, and had already come to the forefront: "Modoye, Modoye, right? I am Liu Qiyue, a disciple of the Sword Sect. Do you dare to take my sword?"

For monks, rejuvenation is not difficult.

Modoye didn't recognize Liu Qiyue, he just thought Liu Qiyue was born as a calf and was not afraid of tigers: "Just try."

One sword, indeed only one sword.

Liu Qiyue's shots were not fancy, and it was quite a return to basics.After those 20 years of precipitation and experience, his mind is far superior to that of ordinary people, and the epiphany a hundred years ago made his strength soar.

But he is relatively low-key on weekdays, and in Jianzong, he is even the object of ridicule.He was recommended by Xie Wushuang, and was often instructed by Hongxue Immortal Venerable. He was really too ordinary.

After this sword, it was extraordinary.

The sword light was bright, shining half of the canyon, and it was thousands of miles across. Modoye's pupils shrank, and a bloodstain was split on his cheek. He lowered his head, and his breath was extremely weak: "Who are you?"

Liu Qiyue held the sword: "Liu Qiyue."

He smiled, seeing that Modoye was still frowning, he had to say, "I used to pester Xie Wushuang to be a teacher, although he didn't agree, he still gave me advice." Without Xie Wushuang, without those 20 years, there is absolutely no Liu Qi now. moon.

After 400 years.

In fact, some people have already forgotten Xie Wushuang.

On this day, Xie Wushuang's name returned to Cang Lan again.

When Modoye heard that it was Xie Wushuang, he no longer frowned, and accepted it peacefully.

That shocking sword had once suppressed Liangjie Mountain for 300 years.

Lonicera was a little lost.

Where did Xie Wushuang go in the past 400 years?

Jian Zong Xie Wushuang's soul lamp did not go out, and everyone only knew that he was not dead.But it hasn't appeared in 400 years, and many people think... even if Xie Wushuang didn't die, it would be a disaster.

The decline of Liangjie Mountain was slightly restored by Liu Qiyue's appearance.

Continue to burn.

Cultivation has no time.

Shen Chungui stared at the scratches all over the wall in a daze. At first, there was a white mark for a day, and there were more and more white marks, and the piles became denser. Slowly, there was a white mark for a month, and now it has been a white mark for a year.

It's not very accurate, but it should be 400 years old.

The Divine Machine Sect is indeed dangerous. After struggling through the first few hundred levels, he barely hanged himself, and got injured all over the next level.The young man was sitting in a wheelchair, with a snow-white coat on his unconscious knees. His complexion was so white that he hadn't seen the light all year round, and there was a sickly bookish look between his brows and eyes.

how many years?

It should be 80 years.

As early as a hundred years ago, both of them had taken care of their bodies, Shen Chungui had already wanted to go out, the next level was getting more and more difficult, not only him, but even Wushuang would be in danger of falling.But they were trapped in the Divine Machine Gate, and something happened to the Divine Machine Gate, and they could only leave if they cleared all levels.

There is only three days of rest time for each gate, if you don't continue to pass through the gate, you will be strangled by this place, Shen Chungui touched his knee again, he has reached the limit, and the next ten levels are all the killing intent. ... Xie Yu went by himself.

For 80 years, he was the only one facing this small room day and night, and his spirit was on the verge of collapse. How long?Why is it taking so long for a door?

Did Xie Yu find a way out and leave?

Also, if he could get out, he would rather die than come here again.Loneliness, loneliness, and time have completely turned into a symbolic symbol.

This thought was cut off by Shen Chungui as soon as it surfaced, it won't happen.

Anyone could do it, except Wushuang wouldn't do it.He felt disdain for his villainous heart again, and fell into a mood of self-loathing.His eyes fell on the dagger on one side. The dagger was cold, and it was a reward from a certain level. It has been immortal for thousands of years, and it is still sharp.Picking up the knife as if in a daze, he made a cut on his forearm. The pain hit him, and he couldn't help biting the tip of his tongue. Looking at the bright red blood, he felt strangely excited.

Pain can take away some level of guilt and self-blame.

Sometimes self-harm can be joyful and redemptive.

Shen Chungui fell ill.

Human beings are both strong and fragile.

hum.

There was a muffled sound of pushing the door, and the man in white stepped out. Blood drops kept falling on Zeng Zhaoying. Tick, tick, tick, the smell of blood and evil spirits raged.The young man's face was like a moon, filled with a deep cold that even frost and snow could not penetrate.

Shen Chungui's eyes quickly covered the traces of his self-harm, his hands on his knees were steady, his smile was gentle, his eyes were gentle, like amber that never melted: "Are you back?"

The young man was in poor health, covered his mouth and coughed twice, "Thanks for your hard work."

Xie Yu's consciousness has become extremely powerful through countless times of life-and-death tempering. He only took a glance to find Shen Chungui's strangeness, but he just approached Shen Chungui: "Can you still hold on?"

Shen Chungui pursed his lips.

He was not in the right condition, but... Xie Yu suffered more and was more dangerous than him.He was just sitting here waiting for Xie Yu to come back, but Xie Yu was going to the Killing Sect to escape death. The young man showed a shallow smile: "I'm fine."

In the end, he still didn't say anything, he was worried that Xie Yu would be distracted during the checkpoint.

He is useless enough, and he can no longer drag Wushuang down.

Xie Yu approached Shen Chungui, and touched Shen Chungui's forehead with the back of his hand. Seeing Shen Chungui's body tense up suddenly, he stepped back a little, and said apologetically, "Your face is a little red, I thought you had a fever."

He looked at Shen Chungui's situation, and he should be able to hold on for a while.

The soft and cold cloth brushed against Shen Chungui's cheeks, and a few wisps of plum fragrance drifted across, the fragrance penetrating the heart.His eyelashes fluttered a few times, and his palms folded unnaturally: "I'm fine."

It is rare for them to have such close physical contact. With the uncontrollable high fever on his face, his head was a little dizzy, as if he really had a fever. He secretly glanced at Xie Yu. He actually wanted to touch further, or say two more words. sentence.

too long.

The reason for his existence seems to be to wait for Xie Yu to come out.

But Xie Yu was very busy, and the blood on Zeng Zhaoying's face was still wet, so he raised his sword and wanted to leave again. Before leaving, he turned around and comforted Shen Chungui: "We will be going out soon."

Don't go, stay with me for a while.

Just for a while.

Shen Chungui bit the tip of his tongue, and curled his lips: "En."

I can't let Wushuang worry about it anymore, he can do it.

Next, Xie Wushuang did not keep Shen Chungui waiting for so long, and would come out every five years to give Shen Chungui the clues to clear the customs.

Shen Chungui gathered the clues, and his fingertips were grasping Qingbai. At the last few levels, every time Xie Yu came back, his breath would become weaker. He was often worried that if Xie Yu left again, it would be a farewell.

"Wu Shuang..." Shen Chungui pulled Xie Yu who was about to leave again, and he pulled Xie Yu's sleeve, and his hands were covered with blood, "Wu Shuang, rest before going. Just treat it as I beg you, you insist Can't live."

The young man's hair draped over his shoulders exuded a strong smell of blood, his white clothes were stained mottled with blood, his cuffs were wet and dripping with blood, his usually indifferent eyes were covered with a layer of red light like blood, but his exhalation was still cold Of: "I'm fine."

He didn't know how long it had passed, 300 years was obviously not enough, he was worried that something would happen to Cang Lan.His eyes fell on Shen Chungui. He walked over and gave Shen Chungui a sticky, bloody hug, "Chungui, I found out that you have harmed yourself. Are you sick? I will try my best and get out as soon as possible. You go back to see a doctor."

Hurry up and clear the magic door, he is going out.

Staring at Shen Chungui's snow-white nape, if he dragged on, he couldn't help but kill Shen Chungui.

Shen Chungui was trembling.

He suddenly grabbed Xie Yu's lapel.

Xie Yu felt a bit of warmth.

He lowered his head, and the hypocrite Shen Chungui, who was always gentle and self-restraining, actually cried, his tears were salty and warm: "You...you must be fine."

Shen Chungui didn't want Xie Yu to have an accident, his voice was hoarse: "When we go back, you accompany me, accompany me to see a doctor."

"it is good."

Xie Yu responded immediately, and walked into a door again.

Shen Chungui was able to pass the Divine Machine Gate.

After tens of thousands of years, Shen Chungui finally came.

Xie Yu finally broke through the last door, and he handed the blood-stained token to Shen Chungui: "You can go out."

"I can go out now." Shen Chungui repeated, he gave all the elixir to Xie Yu, and said softly, "Leave the rest to me, Wushuang, take care of your wounds."

He has achieved great success in divination.

It is not difficult to get out of the Shenji door after getting all the tokens, you can go out already.So it didn't take long for Shen Chungui's smile to freeze on his face, only a questioning voice that couldn't be softer: "Why...why?"

Looking at Xie Yu, who was recuperating with his eyes closed, "...I still want to go out with Wushuang."

If the door of the divine machine is cleared, only one person can get out.

The one who walked out was the owner of the magic mirror.

It's so hard.

It's really hard, this world is really full of despair.

Shen Chungui's hands were twitching, the way he pursued, everything he worked hard for, could be easily obtained after he went out.

He wants to cultivate into the Venerable Realm.

Pick the stars with your hands down, bow your head to support the bright moon.

With only a quarter of an hour to decide, Shen Chungui woke Xie Yu up: "Wushuang, Wushuang." Seeing that Xie Yu was awake, he smiled and said, "Let's go. You can only go alone here, you go out first."

Xie Yu glanced at Shen Chungui, but didn't have any doubts: "Yes."

Shen Chungui exhausted all his skills, deduced a way of life in the thousands of star charts, stretched out his finger and shook it a little, the dark road ahead instantly lit up with billions of stars, one after another, spreading to the distance, magnificent and gorgeous, he He said softly, "Let's go."

Xie Yu stepped on the first star and set sail.

After stepping on the second one, he seemed to sense something was wrong, his clothes moved slightly, as if he wanted to turn around.

"Don't look back."

The Shenji Sect was passed by two people together, Shen Chungui's cultivation level was actually not enough, in order to deduce the star map, he exhausted all his efforts, and he has become a white-haired old man.His voice was a little nervous, and he didn't want Xie Yu to see him like this, "Don't look back."

Xie Yu paused for a moment, but he didn't look back, he walked further and further away.

"Correct."

"Go slowly."

"...Don't look back."

I have suffered so much, stayed up so many nights, struggled all the way, I am about to succeed, I am not reconciled, but when I think that Wushuang can get out alive, then... then forget it.

The Shenji Gate collapsed the moment Xie Yu walked out, and a moon-like mirror surface appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness.

The divining artifact, the divine machine mirror.

In Changliu Mountain, Shen Chungui's soul card shattered instantly.

The magic fortune-teller lying on the rocking chair stopped shaking his fan: "My junior... my junior..."

He closed his eyes, and the vigorous Shen Chungui in the past seemed to be still vivid in his memory.

The gentle young man showed his sharpness, as if he could overcome everything that stood in his way, and vowed: "I want to get the Dao."

The old man's sigh dissipated into the downwind, "After all, it still can't."

Shen Chungui died silently, in obscurity, without leaving any traces, as if he had never been in this world.

Xie Yu stepped out. It was deep winter when they came in. Now that the winter snow has melted and everything has recovered, spring has come.

He inexplicably remembered eight words.

Winter has passed, and spring will not return.