The shape of the castle is bizarre, the corridor waist is back, and the eaves are pecked high. And buildings like this can be found all over the continent.

Even without light, the world is crystal clear. Because Qin Hao has a pair of eyes, he can pierce the dark red eyes of the night.

The streets were lined with bizarre horse-drawn carriages, open-topped, on which sat graceful old men or young men with noble temperaments and carved gold canes.

In short, this is a continent full of artistic temperament and cultural atmosphere, and everyone in it is an aristocrat, and their behavior has a noble temperament accumulated in history.

Qin Hao climbed over the stone mountain and crossed countless castle buildings. He has seen desolation, but he has also seen prosperity.

He didn't know how long he had been gone, maybe it was a moment, or maybe a century. Qin Hao didn't know what he was looking for, he only vaguely felt that that thing was very important.

His shoes were worn out, his clothes were scraped by stones, and he was almost dead from exhaustion.

It was at this moment that he raised his head and saw a mountain peak. Why do you use "zun"? Because the powerful killing temperament revealed by the mountain peak is like a demon god of the world.

The mountain peaks have no tops, but there are cliffs and streams. It hangs in mid-air, and no matter which direction you look at, it is a majestic mountain, and it is impossible to see the edge.

Groping and climbing, coiling and lingering, Qin Hao searched up and down, looking for something hidden in the mountain peak. That thing must be hidden in the mountains, it was Qin Hao's soul who told him.

I don't know how much time has passed, Qin Hao found a sword somewhere on the mountain peak, on a strange rock standing upright.

The sword was half-stuck in the rock, and the outer half pointed to the sky. Qin Hao raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the hilt of the sword, saw the desolate sky, and looked down to see the cliff again. It dawned on him that this was the top of the mountain!

It was the first time Qin Hao had seen such a strange sword. It is made of metallic black and gray throughout, with a wide hilt carved with dark red lines, and can be held in both hands. The blade of the sword was covered with black-brown blood-spot-like patterns, forming a spider web shape.

The heavy sword has no edge, and it is clumsy. Qin Hao couldn't help but touch the sword body, and there was a sense of intimacy of touching his skin. It was destined that this sword was tailor-made for him.

His legs were like iron hammers wedged into the rock, and Qin Hao used all his strength to straighten his waist and bow and pull out his heavy sword. The moment the blade breaks the ground, it seems to condense the coercion of the entire mountain, or the fierce beast of the desolation that opens its eyes, which has a shocking deterrent power.

All things are extinguished, and the spirit returns to its place. Qin Hao opened his eyes and saw mandala petals scattered all over the ground, as well as the empty stone platform, and the empty green tripod on the stone platform.

The heavy sword was a head taller than Qin Hao, and he was carrying it on his shoulder, looking weird.

The mandala flower array is gone, and the beautiful girl is gone. Only Qin Hao came out, so Qin Hongru frowned and asked, "You drank the water of life?"

Qin Hao lowered his head and did not speak.

Qin Hongru said again: "Congratulations on inheriting the divine throne and becoming an immortal and immortal soul. ”

For him, whether it is to seize the water of life by himself, or Qin Hao to swallow the water of life, the meaning is the same. And he was glad that Qin Hao was still alive and getting stronger.

Because the more powerful Qin Hao became, the more successful that thing became......

"Yes, I inherited the throne of God and became an immortal soul. ”

Qin Hao said in a worried voice: "It was she who gave me her life, but unfortunately, I never asked her name." ”

"That thing is just a soul born of a spiritual thing, it should have been devoured, so why should you be amorous. Qin Hongru's majestic eyes were cold, and he said in a disdainful tone.

"Don't interrupt me. Qin Hao raised his face, and his empty eyes looked directly at Qin Hongru. Then he said to himself, "Does she have no name?" I think so, because the name is used for other people, and she is always alone, how can she have a name......

Being able to feel Qin Hao's strong sad emotions, Qin Hongru did not express sympathy, but looked at Qin Hao with a look like a fool.

If the emotion is too rich, it is called sentimentality to put it mildly, but to put it bluntly, it is hypocrisy. He felt that Qin Hao's words were hypocritical and sensible, so he said, "I don't plan to kill you anymore, you can do it yourself." After saying that, he swung the remnant snow spear, about to break through the space here.

Qin Hao was furious, his pupils turned bewitching and blood-red, he took a light step under his feet, and his figure appeared behind Qin Hongru like a ghost, and the heavy sword roared, slamming at his waist and abdomen with lightning speed.

After a crisp crackling of bones, a huge limestone not far away collapsed. Qin Hongru crawled out of the ruins with difficulty. His face was gloomy, clutching his waist and abdomen, which was oozing red blood, and he was silent.

"Don't speak, listen to me. ”

Qin Hao spewed a hoarse voice from his throat, even though his face was calm, his hollow scarlet pupils revealed a certain madness.

"Isn't having eternal life the same as losing life?" Qin Hao asked, not knowing who he was asking.

Qin Hongru moved his lips, wanting to speak, but he didn't dare.

The sword just now was too fast. When he reacted, it was not when Qin Hao's footsteps began to move, nor when the heavy sword broke the bones, but when he was lying in the ruins.

The heavy sword did not hit the bone directly, but pierced through the purple gold silk soft armor he was wearing, and leaked on the hip bone of his waist and abdomen.

He was a little scared, afraid that the angry and crazy Qin Hao would kill him. However, Qin Hao didn't do this, he just muttered to himself dreamily, no matter what Qin Hongru did.

"Eternal life, eternal loneliness, you won't understand this feeling...... But I understood, understood, and became friends with her. Our days together were a bit boring, but happy. ”

Qin Hao smiled reminiscingly, "She once said that it was my appearance that gave her a new life. In return for this kindness, she gave me eternal life. It's the kind of gift that is willing and full of blessings. ”

People who are in grief will associate everything in their situation in a disadvantageous direction. Therefore, Qin Hongru does not dare to provoke Qin Hao now, for fear of being regarded as the object of emotional catharsis, although he is now.

"You know, I can't accept such a heavy gift with gratitude. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't. So I could only watch her soul dissipate in this world. ”

Qin Hao's voice was a little crying, she really wanted to find someone to cry about. And at this time, just the right one slapped on his shoulder, "If you want to cry, cry, don't hold on." ”

The voice was gentle and familiar, Qin Hao seemed to have heard it somewhere. One of his last taut strings loosened, and at last he couldn't help but hold the man, hissing and crying.