The cold fingers were already close in front of him, and the death breath of Sensen seemed to come from the netherworld, as if it could annihilate all temperature.

As soon as Fang Jingcheng had passed through this sad thought in his heart, he heard Yu Ling shouting in a deep voice: "Fan Caizi!"

The man on the opposite side was stunned for a moment, and his expressionless face was also filled with a trace of confusion and confusion.

Before he came back to his senses, Yu Ling had already quickly recited the poem: "Yutang Golden Horse out of Xuandu, Ping Ming Yao looked close but there was nothing, comfort to the sky to borrow a rein, people don't need to step on it!"

The man staggered back two steps as if he had been struck by lightning, holding his head with a look of pain and struggle.

He let out a beast-like whimper from his mouth, but tears of sorrow flowed from his eyes, slowly sliding down the inside of his nose, which was a sign of extreme sorrow.

The thick death qi fluctuated around him, as if his whole person would collapse to pieces in the next moment.

Yu Ling still maintained a high level of vigilance, and sighed lightly: "Fan Caizi, wake up, a thousand years have passed since the day of the fall of Liangzhou City. ”

"A thousand years...... It's been a thousand years......" the man muttered as if in the deepest nightmare.

"Do you remember who you are? Do you remember the Kingdom of Heaven?" Yu Ling quietly mobilized his soul power, mixed with his words, stimulating the man's soul sea.

In Yu Ling's induction, this Fan Caizi's soul sea was filled with empty gray dead air, and only a little Lingming struggled without annihilation, which was an obsession that could not be erased for a thousand years.

When his soul power connected with that little bit of light, it was like lighting a candle in the darkness, and the endless light spread, as if burning with the last light and heat.

The man's confused and painful look gradually faded, replaced by helpless sadness and loss.

A bitter smile gradually appeared on his lips: "My name is Fan Tingxiang, Zijiang, but I am already dead, dead for a thousand years......"

"Why do you know about me?" Fan Tingxiang looked at Yuling in a daze.

Yu Ling said bluntly: "In the inner courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion, the scene of the game between the Qushui Liuzhen and the pavilion on that day is still circulating, I want to know what happened later? Why did all the people in Liangzhou City die?"

Fan Tingxiang laughed at himself: "What can I say? The general trend of the world is vast and vast, and we will go against the current, and we will be broken bones, even if it is recorded in historical records, we must also leave the word 'rebel'." ”

He pursed his lips and pointed to the gate of the city with some sadness: "Do you know that the Dao Lin outside was not originally like that, only people with a certain reputation can go to preach and prove their hearts, and for thousands of years, there are less than 100 people who have walked through the Ninefold Illusion Array. ”

"The city lord is such a stunning person. Fan Tingxiang said quietly: "It is said that there is a great creation and a great opportunity at the end of the Ninefold Illusion Array, and no one knows what he has gained, but he has undoubtedly become one of the few peak masters of that era. ”

"I don't know what you pay attention to in your cultivation now, but the higher we go in that era, the more we refine our minds, if our minds are not clear, then there will be demons in our hearts, and the Tao and the demons have never been mutually exclusive. ”

Fan Tingxiang looked at the dead gray sky from afar, recalling the time of a thousand years ago: "On that day, the Jiuxiang army pressed the border, and the city lord ordered to fight to the death, at that time there were only a few thousand people left in the city, and the others hurriedly took their family property and fled their allegiance before the Zhenbei army came over, and the people who remained, including ordinary civilians, were all 'traitors and traitors'." ”

He said calmly: "I didn't leave, I am a student of the city lord, he wants to fight to the death, I will die with him in Liangzhou City." ”

"Maybe Jiuxiang is good, but I still prefer Weitian, they all say that the monarch of Weitian is not missing, but afraid of death and escapes, but I think Your Majesty is by no means that kind of person, he may be a little overbearing, but he will never escape, let alone retreat. ”

"In fact, from the very beginning, we knew that this was a battle that was impossible to win, if Liangzhou City was located on a steep slope that was easy to defend and difficult to attack, there might be a glimmer of life, but on the plain, it would definitely be defeated. ”

"Although I knew this was the result for a long time, that day, I still couldn't accept it when I watched the fewer and fewer people around me, the red blood all over the sky, and the sight of them falling one by one. ”

"I've never killed anyone, but I don't know how much blood I had on that day. ”

"But it's still useless, no matter how hard you try, no matter how unwilling, the end is already doomed. ”

"I didn't want to die at their hands, so I jumped into the Liangzhou River, which is also upstream of the Daolin. ”

"At the last moment, I saw the bloody teacher besieged by thousands of enemy troops, he was alone, alone, the rest of his comrades were dead, I wanted to continue to accompany him, but I really couldn't do it......"

The teacher released his inner demons, and from then on he was no longer him, and Liangzhou City was no longer Liangzhou City. ”

A blood-red lightning bolt crossed the gray sky, reflecting Fan Tingxiang's pupils, he silently looked up at the dark and gloomy sky, and said abruptly: "Why did it become the way it is now, I don't know, even where the demonized teacher went, I don't know." ”

"I'm just a ghost who doesn't enter reincarnation and can't die, wandering in a state of confusion for thousands of years. ”

He slowly looked away and fixed on Yu Ling: "Thank you for your willingness to listen to this boring story, if you can help me two, I will tell you...... Where is the underground treasury? ”

As soon as he heard the underground treasury, Fang Jingcheng's eyes lit up, and when he saw Fan Tingxiang's pale face, as well as the gradually dimming look in his eyes, he suddenly felt a trace of indescribable sadness and sadness.

There is a kind of integrity and character, although very stupid and stubborn, but it is by no means ridiculous or insulting.

Fan Tingxiang said softly: "Kill me, it's better to die in the Liangzhou River than to live like this." Now this picture is not a human or a ghost...... Even I was disgusted. ”

"What if...... If you are willing to help me find the teacher's body and let him rest in peace, thousands of ghosts in Liangzhou City will be grateful. ”

Yu Ling stared at Fan Tingxiang, the dead qi on his body was getting heavier and heavier, and it was about to drown out his last sanity and clarity.

Because he has long had the will to die, and he doesn't want to live like this anymore.

Yuling took a deep breath, looked at Fan Tingxiang's eyes, and said word by word: "Bian Changzhen is not dead. ”

The dead air that lingered on Fan Tingxiang's body suddenly shook, and his gloomy and depressed expression was instantly replaced by incredulity, and he said in disbelief: "You, what did you say?"

"Senior Bian is still alive. Originally, he was devoured by the Spirit Mirror Demon and disappeared, but he had awakened not long ago, and he should still be wandering somewhere in the Seventeen Domains. Yuling said.

"What you said is true?!" Fan Tingxiang's pale face actually had a trace of blood, and he grabbed Yuling's collar with emotion, and even his voice trembled.

"It's true. Yu Ling took out a bottle from the spirit ring, which contained a drop of Bian Changzhen's essence blood.

Fan Tingxiang carefully held the bottle, as if holding the most precious thing in the world, and muttered with tears on his face: "Your Majesty is still alive, he is still alive......"

He seems to have found his faith and pillars, even if he is dead, there is still a faint vitality slowly sprouting.

Once a person has a thought, he has the hope of life.