A strong desire urged every cell in his body, but he couldn't get any response, Tang Haoyu roared hoarsely towards the hill of the dead hole, and when he lost his hearing, he didn't know if he was shouting or not, but the stinging pain in his throat was real, mixed with the throbbing pain of his heart wanting to break, and his vision flickered brightly and darkly.

In a trance, he watched the hill of the hole lean over to hug the eldest sister, but hesitated when he stretched out his hand, the hill of the hill measured his hands, slowly straightened up, and after looking a few times, the hill of the hill of the hole turned the back of his palm to the eldest sister, and the golden light spread out from the palm like a firework, and then fell down like a waterfall of the Milky Way, and when he approached the eldest sister, it turned into a transparent swaddling cloth and wrapped the eldest sister.

However, the eldest sister did not feel comfortable because of this swaddling clothes, and even instinctively broke free of her body.

Tang Haoyu saw that the eldest sister broke free, he shouted the eldest sister's name several times, and rarely shouted the three words 'Song Yunxi', in just a few seconds, he shouted six or seven times, and when he didn't get a response, he seemed to have shouted countless times.

The hill of the mourning hole ignored Tang Haoyu, originally he was going to pick up the eldest sister, but he hesitated when he leaned over, he thought of something, just in case, he chose to use the new power he gained to take the eldest sister away.

The eldest sister under the golden swaddling clothes was led behind by the hill of the hole, it looked like she was holding a balloon, Tang Haoyu behind her was still struggling, the voice was so small that it was pitiful, but the hill of the hole was not a person, he had been excited in his heart, since he successfully devoured this golden power, he had been excited, and even felt that Tang Haoyu's struggling sound was a catalyst, catalyzing his excitement that he couldn't suppress.

He wouldn't have ended up with Chu Ziyang like he did with Chu Ziyang, although it was not his intention to kill Chu Ziyang, the golden breath controlled his body and when he inserted the handle of the prince's knife into Chu Ziyang without hesitation, he himself was surprised, this golden breath was really a terrifying power, no wonder the main god would be afraid of the existence of this power, and use the power of others as food, so as to enhance his own strength by devouring.

Compared with the golden breath, he was even more surprised by Chu Ziyang's Funeral Hill, when he was testing Chu Ziyang's strength, there was a moment when the Funeral Hill had a great interest in Chu Ziyang, that interest was no less than the golden breath, how much spiritual power should be there to suppress and use this power in an ordinary body?

Even he himself was almost swallowed by the golden aura, Chu Ziyang couldn't have controlled this power for the first time, how did Chu Ziyang come to his senses for the first time?

If Chu Ziyang hadn't died, he would have taken Chu Ziyang with him today, the spiritual power beyond ordinary people is the same as a ripening agent for improving the ability of the gods, and the improvement of strength is the desire of the gods.

The hill of the mourning hill hummed a little song elegantly, he listened to Tang Haoyu's kicking behind him, it was simply making up for the lack of the little song, the strength and goal were in hand, and then he didn't care if Tang Haoyu was dead or alive, it was better to die, it didn't hurt to live, the current Tang Haoyu was no threat to him, and he liked to see Tang Haoyu's desperate face, and he would be excited for several days to see it.

The Hill of the Dead Hole didn't expect to see Tang Haoyu again in this world, if it weren't for Tang Haoyu mentioning Idoris, he wouldn't dare to imagine that Tang Haoyu would live in the world he hated the most, digging out the fragments in the depths of his memory, that face really made him sick.

Under the flickering of his sight, every time Tang Haoyu made a sound, he was far away from the hill, the distance was getting longer and longer, he looked at the eldest sister in the golden swaddling clothes, the eldest sister's appearance was also extremely uncomfortable, and it was getting farther and farther away, and it was about to be lost.

Every time his sight entered the darkness, Tang Haoyu was afraid that he would not wake up, but he couldn't do anything when he was awake, he became more and more tired, his eyelids were heavy as if he was hanging a lead ball, and his consciousness was blurred as if night was falling.

However, the eldest sister still couldn't wake up.

......

The bamboo leaves swayed under the iris, the shadows of the flowers left a flash on the eyelids, countless flashes formed a continuous shadow, the empty wind chimes echoed in the ears, the rhythm of the slow rhythm beat not far away, the fragrance of wisteria flowers flowed from the tip of the nose, and it did not end since it appeared.

Tang Haoyu opened his eyes, the light of the lights of ten thousand homes was above his head, and the reflection of the bamboo forest was under his feet, he had been here, and he had seen the Lord of the Gods and Raging Gods here-Lumesh, the site of the candle sky.

Is he dead? The site of the candle heaven that symbolizes the coffin of God, and he will come here after death.

There are scenes on his head and feet, Tang Haoyu rotates around, but there is only a white mang, the bamboo leaves, flower shadows, wind chimes, music, and the fragrance of flowers just now are still there, but he can't see it.

Just when he was hesitating, the space suddenly rotated, Tang Haoyu didn't move, but the space changed a direction, and this time, in the direction Tang Haoyu was facing, a long dragon in green clothes appeared in the sky, these green clothes slowly moved forward, Tang Haoyu followed the long dragon in green clothes and looked back, until the end, he saw the figure.

The space was already white, and the figure was still wearing a white dress, rippling on the wisteria swing in the sky, Tang Haoyu's heart suddenly twitched, he remembered the scene in the abyss, he had also sat on the wisteria swing, presumably this young man was Lu Meishi's younger brother Asura.

Tang Haoyu looked away again, since Asura is here, what about Lu Meishi? He wants to find Lu Meishi.

Before he could shift his gaze, the space rotated again, the long dragon in Tsing Yi was gone, the wisteria was gone, and the white mangs were no longer in front of him, but a dense and verdant bamboo forest, and the fragrance of bamboo overflowed from it, and even the wind carried the smell.

Tang Haoyu put aside the bamboo in front of him and walked in, there were constantly bamboo leaves falling under his feet, brittle and withered, each of these fallen bamboo leaves was printed with different patterns, Tang Haoyu picked up two, and found that these patterns could be spliced together, he glanced at his feet, there were so many bamboo leaves falling on the lake, what pattern would all be spliced together?

"Xiu, why was our race born in the world from top to bottom?"

The majestic voice came from the depths of the bamboo forest, and it couldn't be stopped for a long time in the entire bamboo forest, Tang Haoyu was stunned for a moment, he remembered that this voice was Lu Meishi's.

"What is used to sustain and what is used to create?"

"In tens of thousands of years, how many people are left in our tribe?"

The sound continues.

And when Tang Haoyu set aside the last bamboo forest, what he saw was a bamboo pavilion falling in the depths of the bamboo forest, and there was a bamboo table in the center of the pavilion, and the young man in white was lying on it with something written, Tang Haoyu looked around, Lu Meishi was not here.

Just when he was about to ask the young man, the bamboo forest around him suddenly collapsed and fell into the lake, and the bamboo pavilion where the young man was located was getting farther and farther away from him, and then far to the sky, and when he reached the sky, the bamboo pavilion also disappeared, Tang Haoyu looked at the sky, and the young man got up and stood there, as if he was saying something.

"Brother, for thousands of years, you are still the only one willing to visit me at the site of this candle sky. Tang Haoyu blurted out.

After saying this, he was stunned, how could he suddenly say such a sentence, a sentence without any thought, as if he had said it before.

The lights above his head gradually faded, Tang Haoyu looked up, and the lights of thousands of homes were also disappearing, losing the light in the sky, dark like an abyss, in the center of the abyss, a fire shook frequently.

Tang Haoyu looked at the young man again, but was frightened by the scene in front of him, the young man was petite, but he was holding a knife longer than him in his hand, and the blade of the knife was inserted into a black shadow, which suddenly dispersed, and the young man inserted the knife into the lake again.

The flames of the abyss suddenly ignited the entire space, and the entire space was on fire, but Tang Haoyu didn't feel the heat at all, the fire didn't scorch him, he looked at the young man, the young man closed his eyes, opened his arms, and let the flames roast him and burn him, despite this, the young man still kept smiling.

Tang Haoyu only felt that his chest seemed to be sprayed with condensate, a large piece of cold and cold, and the air he inhaled suddenly became cold, and the exhaled air was cold, until the flames receded, and the young man was annihilated in the flames, and the cold feeling did not dissipate for a long time.

Is this the last moment of an asura's life?

Tang Haoyu thought that he hadn't seen Lu Meishi since he saw Asura, what kind of distortion was their brotherhood? It made Asura endure the fire and choose death or liberation.

The burned sky and the surface of the lake became pitch black, everything was burned to ashes, bamboo leaves, flower shadows, wind sounds, music, and bamboo incense were gone, and there was a dead silence here, only Tang Haoyu was standing there.

He looked at the last place where the boy had stayed, only the knife was still stuck in the lake, and the flames had not burned it.

Far away in the sky, Tang Haoyu did not hesitate to walk towards the last place of the young man, the sky seemed to know that he was coming, and the distance of an unknown distance kept shortening after Tang Haoyu took a step.

Soon, the knife appeared in front of Tang Haoyu.

Tang Haoyu stared at the knife tightly, the whole person seemed to be hooked, the lines on it were weird, the intricate handover had no head and tail, like a snake not a snake, like a dragon not a dragon, the handle of the knife was black, these lines were glowing with a faint silver light, and there was an ethereal cold aura wandering on it.

These breaths climbed up his arm along Tang Haoyu's fingers, Tang Haoyu raised his hand towards the knife, and his movements were stiff as if he was forced, but Tang Haoyu had no expression, and soon after his arm stopped, Tang Haoyu suddenly clenched the handle of the knife, and the green tendons in his arm suddenly burst out.

The black aura of the blade surged, first it was still ethereal, and now it was intense like countless undead, these breaths continued to rush into the hilt, and the visible cold became more and more intense, Tang Haoyu's whole hand was grabbed by the hilt, and a touch of white gas loomed in his pupils, and his pupils gradually lost color.

The little song humming by the hill of the Dead Hole stopped, and he also stopped, the smug expression on his face froze, and the excitement in his heart was also suppressed.

The clicking sound of the ice cube came from behind him, and on both sides of him, the ice cube crawled half of the space, and it turned into frost, and it actually snowed in this space.