Yuanshen, as a mortal, I cannot accompany you to the end

The body of the big snake trembled, and the magic flames rose. It cursed viciously because of the pain: "Mortal! Mortal! How dare you usurp!"

One hundred, two hundred, three hundred... half of the soldiers disappeared.

The magic flame swallowed the archer, and the tongue of flames licked the dark night sky. The boatman died early. He didn't know how to fight. This simple and honest man disappeared in the glow of the flames.

He stayed on the boat for 400 years, and he didn't see his family when he died, and he didn't cook a bowl of supper for the "Fangzi" in his mouth, but he was still laughing because General Zhu Guo was laughing.

Then there is nothing to be afraid of.

Qing Ye was smiling, the smile that belonged exclusively to Zhu Guo, was either sad, painful, or snow-like in pity.

But all of this is buried in the laughter, buried in the melodious and carefree laughter, and the 400 years of upheaval and displacement are all laughed away!

The adjutant also died. When he died, he turned his head and looked at Qingye.

Your Majesty Zhu Guo, let's move forward.

We are only mortals and cannot accompany you for 400 years.

So even if you are the only one left, please keep going.

You have to get out of this battlefield, you have to survive.

True death is complete oblivion.

Please remember us, even if it is very difficult, please live hard.

My heart is not moving, Zhu Guoqianqiu.

Orochi's flames were almost exhausted, the empty door opened wide, and under the cover, Kiyono also walked to the final position.

He held down the snake-cut scabbard, lowered his body, and white mist leaked out from between his nose and teeth.

In Dongdong's heart, it was clear and bright, and there was only a little bit and a line left in the world, the line was the knife in his hand, and the little bit was the throat of the demon god.

The old heart was beating eagerly, and he heard the voice that had been silent for 400 years, it was his heart's voice:

"In 400 years—"

"Clear wild thunder."

"Draw the knife."

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Volume 18: Chapter [-] How did he... be there?

He held down the snake-cut scabbard, lowered his body, white mist leaked from his nose and teeth, his heart was clear, and there was only a little thread left in the world, one thread was the knife in his hand, and the other was the throat of the demon god.

The last time the knife was truly pulled out was ten years ago.

Sword drawing technique, or Juhe technique.

Juhe is a move that draws and cuts the opponent from a static state and wins instantly. It is not like fighting for victory or defeat after drawing the sword and crossing the sword in kendo, but a decisive victory before the sword is crossed.

Qing Ye only had this last knife left.

The snake is hidden in the scabbard, and has not tried its edge again for ten years.The spirit of this knife has been accumulated for ten years. Although he is old, this spirit is becoming more and more mellow.

The soldiers disappeared in front of him, blood splashed on his cheeks, the smell of blood filled his nostrils, the big snake was within easy reach, but he slowed down.

Naruto has her "no thought and one heart", Zhu Guo has his "do not move and one heart"

not tempted.

With a pure heart, according to the "Diamond Sutra", the heart that "gives its heart without abode", Wang Yangming once explained this state: move without the heart, move with the opportunity.

The sword of no thought is the way of no thought, no thought, the eternal way, weary of the floating world, eager to seek the eternal way of the pure land, smashing the obsession with ruthless rice light, so it is fierce and unstoppable.

But the way of swords that Qingye is pursuing is not Wuxiang. The king can be alone, and she wants to create an eternal paradise, but he is Zhuguo, and he wants to try to support this paradise, so he must not move.

In the emptiness of Zen, the world is distinct, and everything quickly fades away in his pair of silver-gray eyes.

The vast snow-capped mountains, the red earth, the lead-colored sky, or the snowflakes stagnant in the sky all melted into his eyes.

So no need for eyes.

【Your lifespan has been reduced by ten days】

He closed his eyes, put the food under the snake cut collar, and held it without touching the index finger of his right hand.

In the ears, there are the whistling wind, the sound of snow steaming, the mad roar of big snakes, the wailing of birds and beasts, and the warning sounds of the human management system. They are disturbing, chaotic and complicated, but these are also unnecessary.

【Your lifespan has been reduced by twenty days】

He muffled his voice.

He also lost the slight coldness of snowflakes beating on his body, and the sudden cold of the cold wind. In the pale world, slowly, he also lost the lines and points. He lost this old and dying body, and instinct replaced it. His thinking was overwhelmed, and the only thing left to him was action, draw the knife, draw an arc, cut out, shatter the heart, shake the blood, and withdraw the knife.

Simple and pure.

Kiyono once visualized Narugami's Wuxiang sword, and he also realized his own Fudo sword.

Don't move your body, let your heart go first.

【Your lifespan has been reduced by twenty days】

【Your lifespan has been reduced...】

Renli kept refreshing his remaining time, but Qingye couldn't hear it anymore. He put his whole life into this knife, and put all the remnants of this life into the snake cut!

"call--"

Suddenly.

It was obviously snowing just now, but now it started to rain.

It was raining heavily, as if pouring water on Bayun Island out of thin air, and the sky was pale, as if covered with a layer of gray glass.

The disturbing rain hit Qing Ye's almost still body, and light white lines bounced back. Snow-white flashes rolled in the light-colored clouds. Like a mirror, Cangshan is like silver.

The demon snake sensed the danger, its eyes were full of crazy blood, it wanted to escape, but found that it couldn't get away, the knife was obviously still in Qingye's scabbard, and the mortal obviously didn't move, It seemed to be forbidden, but it felt that it couldn't escape.

As if, it had been cut in another world.

400 years ago, it was this knife that decapitated the owl.

Since you can't avoid it, then face it head-on!

Obatos roared, it is a god, it has escaped for 400 years, and it will not hide anymore!

Those mortals have the consciousness to end everything, how can it be willing to endure such insults as a god in its own right!

The monstrous filth gathers from its mouth, it jumps up, the earth trembles, its red-golden metal scales move the night sky, it opens its upper and lower jaws, thousands of screams blare from the huge mouth of the abyss, it exhausts itself All the savings of 400 years turned into a monstrous fire.

It moved first.

This is the moment.

Qingye moved slowly, he opened his eyes, the silver-gray pupils saw everything, and the whistling wind sounded in his ears again, and then he drew out the knife!

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Kiyono Sara looked at the snow accumulated on the corner of the eaves of the castle tower, and thought of what His Majesty Narugami said just now, "Write a letter and tell him to die outside and don't come back", and began to feel troubled.

She is an upright girl, she can do whatever she is told, but the problem is...she doesn't know where my father is.

Even she didn't tell about my father's vacation.

She frowned slightly, but she couldn't help worrying in her heart.

It's so cold today, does my lord wear more clothes... But she shook her head again, dispelling her thoughts.

Since ten years ago, she has made a decision in her heart that she will follow Zhu Guomian for the rest of her life. Since she is a servant, she must not go against the wishes of the Patriarch.

She looked at the snow-colored mountains and rivers in the distance, at the vast night, and was suddenly startled.

Pupils dilated slightly.

It was a color that she would never forget in this life, the color that she had followed all her life, Qingye Shaluo thought she would never see it again, but unexpectedly, it appeared in front of her again.

That pure white world.

But the strange thing is that when she saw it again, her heart suddenly trembled.

Suddenly there was the sound of flustered footsteps behind her. General Lei Dian—no, it was Lei Dian. She walked quickly to the edge of the balcony and looked in the direction of the color.

"impossible..."

Kiyono Sara heard Shadow's lips trembling.

— "How did he... show up there?"

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ps1: Don't worry, let me hurry first.

I know what everyone wants to see. The protagonist is destined to die and leave. This is written in my outline.

But he won't die suddenly and for a short time. It would be too boring to leave so early, just like beheading. A click is a short-lived pleasure, but it doesn't hurt at all.

To be lingering, to meet and break up, to make them hope in despair, and finally find out that everything is a lie, to cut bit by bit with a knife, like Ling Chi, that is more interesting.

Volume 19: Chapter [-] The Liar...The Liar

"what do you say."

Qingye Leiming rolled a cigarette, spread the tobacco carefully, rolled it up again, folded one pile after another, took a flint to light it, took a light puff, and then slowly exhaled.

Smoke hazy in the snow.

--"how do you say."

It was the man squatting in front of him who asked this question.

It's not so much a man, it's better to say it's some kind of creature that transcends the ordinary. It looks like an ordinary middle-aged man, but the pupils are erect, showing a cold and ancient light, which is definitely not something that human beings can have Eye.

It's just that the eyes were dimmed, and there was snow mist between the eyelids.

His eyes were full of madness and resentment before, but now they are very clear.

He was wrapped in a thick winter coat and his hair was disheveled, giving the impression of being very tired.

Orobus, Orobus, also has a rice wife named [Yuan Lu Yu Shizun], the monarch of the ancestors of Yuanxia Palace, and the god worshiped by Haiqi Island.

"It's been a few days."

Qing Ye took another puff of smoke slowly, and he glanced at the words that appeared in the system's field of vision;

【Ching Ye Thunder】

[Remaining Lifespan: 15 days]

Instinctively, he still has more than half a year to live, but now there are only fifteen days left, and he deserves it.

"What about you?"

"I?"

Master Yuan Lu Yu was a little surprised, as if wondering why Qingye asked this question, the pair of snake eyes blinked, "I'm leaving soon, but I just want to have a last chat with you."

"what's the topic?"

"It will be all right."

Kiyono stroked the cigarette with his index finger, "Why did you attack Yalong Island?"

"In order to grab more land."

Orochi smiled helplessly: "It's just a failure."

"Don't lie when chatting."

This cigarette was about to go out, so he lit another one, "In order to let the remnants of the abyss walk out of the land, you pulled out all the corals on your body-I don't think you will do anything aggressive."

"In my opinion, your behavior is just sending you to death. Even if I can't stop you, Ying will kill you, and you know this."

Yuan Lu Yu was startled when he heard Qingye's words, and after a while, he showed a helpless smile:

"...yes, I'm just dying."