"It's so tired, it's so dark, it's so far away, it's like sinking to the bottom of the water, is this death?" Purple Wing felt like he was falling to the bottom of the water, and it was pitch black all around, his eyes were a little unable to open, and his eyelids seemed to be filled with lead.

"I, will I die?" Only inner activity remained, Purple Wing was like a small boat lost in the sea, constantly wandering in this dark and cold space, without purpose, curling up, constantly recalling his previous behavior: "Maybe it's really a bit overdone, I'm sorry, Night Moon." ”

Just when Ziyi was about to give up, a light suddenly appeared in front of him, and the white light shone on his body, it was so warm and so reassuring, his body seemed to regain a little bit of uprightness, and he slowly got up from the ground, holding his tired body and walking towards the bright light.

When he approached the white light, he found that the white light in the darkness was actually just a small ball of light, and Ziyi slowly stretched out his hand to touch it, because he felt that there was a trace of warm breath in the white light.

At the moment when Purple Wing's fingertips came into contact with the white ball of light, the ball of light suddenly won with white light, quickly expelling all the darkness, the stabbing Purple Wing couldn't open his eyes, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover the ball of light, but found that the ball of light had disappeared, and when he came back to his senses again, the darkness shrouded again, and he was in the darkness again.

The difference is that a mirror like a huge one appeared in front of him, and in the mirror, Purple Wing saw himself, no, to be exact, he was crying, why was he crying.

Purple Wing stretched out his hand to caress the cold mirror, staring at it, suddenly the purple wing in the mirror disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was covered in injuries and kept running, and he grew up, and there was an extra black long sword in his hand, holding some paper talismans in his hand, and a lot of symbols were drawn crookedly on it. Ziyi smiled: "It was really stupid at that time~"

But it didn't take long for the running self to disappear, but there was no more picture, Ziyi leaned closer to his head with some curiosity and looked at it carefully: "Broken?"

Click!

Purple Wing's eyes were facing the mirror surface cracked, Purple Wing's heart trembled, and quickly closed his eyes, but the mirror was broken, and the dense cracks began to extend along the initial cracks, and after a short time, it had spread to the entire mirror, and the mirror full of cracks seemed to be shattered with a slight touch.

The self in the mirror reappeared, this time holding a broken sword, covered in scars, with red eyes roaring like a beast, frantically culling, constantly being knocked down, but soon getting up from the ground again.

Seeing this picture, Ziyi's head suddenly hurt, and then his head went blank, as if he was not himself in the mirror, when did it happen, why is there no trace of memory, is it really himself in the mirror?

Covering his head in pain, he squatted down: "This, this is, it seems that I have seen it somewhere, why can't I remember, where it is, quickly remember·······"

Recalling the crazy self in the mirror, he suddenly thought of something, stood up suddenly, and said to himself with a trembling voice: "Yes, Yeyue, where is Yeyue?"

Quiet....

Ziyi smiled, smiling miserably: "Yeyue, where are you, don't hide, come out quickly." ”

There was a dead silence all around, only the purple wing in the mirror kept swinging the broken long sword in his hand, and the purple wing lowered his head and was silent.

And at this moment, Lu Yao squatted anxiously beside the Purple Wing God with his eyes closed and his face full of pain, looked at the old man and asked, "Grandpa Shadow, is he really okay?"

Thinking of his god returning to the pill, the old man's face twitched twice, and he forced out a smile: "It's okay, his body is fine, but whether he can wake up and live when he wakes up depends on himself." ”

After speaking, the old man looked vigilantly at the three-eared macaque not far away, who couldn't hold back and was ready to attack, and the seemingly silent old face was actually full of sweat, and scolded secretly: "Damn, which little bastard raised this thing with this fat..."

"Thank you Shadow Elder for coming to the rescue!" At this time, the man who had recovered a trace of his strength picked up his artifact and walked in front of the old man, kneeling on one knee and thanking him.

It's okay that the man didn't speak, as soon as he spoke, the old man was clever, and he almost attacked, when he found that the three-eared macaque didn't move, he looked at the man kneeling on one knee in front of him, and he didn't hit one place, and scolded: "Get out, you give the old man a ······."

"Yes. "It's not easy for the man to say anything, what can people do if they don't buy it, you can't beat people, and the kid lying on the ground has a big life, and he didn't die. The man got up and stepped aside to take a deep look at the purple wings on the ground, and then turned his attention to the three-eared macaque, his body tensed, and the giant sword stuck in front of him staring at the three-eared macaque.

"Your hand?!" Lu Yao glanced at the man's weak arm worriedly, and asked with some concern, "Are you okay?"

The man suddenly turned his head and stared at Lu Yao, who was squatting beside Ziyi.

"That. Lu Yao was a little hairy by this "obscene" uncle's staring, lowered his head and glanced timidly: "What are you doing?"

The man looked at Lu Yao and suddenly smiled, turned his head and didn't look at Lu Yao: "It's nothing." Then one arm supported the other drooping arm and pulled it hard, only to hear a click, and then the man's dislocated arm was taken back, and he moved his body and held the hilt of the sword on his chest with both hands, pulled the giant sword out of the ground, and looked at the shadow elder and nodded......

"Hehehehehe. The shadow elder raised the crutch in his hand and smiled, and the space around him fluctuated, and then a black sphere appeared out of thin air, floating around the old man, like a black elf meekly rubbing against the back of the old man's hand, and then stopped on top of the old man's head.

The old man squinted at the three-eared macaque in the distance, only to see the three-eared macaque lying on the ground and looking at the old man with his teeth cracked, saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth: "Roar!!"

The shrill scream was like a demonstration, and the man clenched the greatsword, and a faint golden light appeared on the surface.

The energy of the heavenly general burned, and the old man glanced at the man from the corner of his eye, and nodded meaningfully.

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